سَلask حارسيthe two guardians of روضةِthe garden of الجمالِbeauty
سَل حارسي روضةِ الجمالِ
وصَولَجَيand the two curved staffs of ذلكthat العِذَارthe cheek-down
وصَولَجَي ذلك العِذَار
Ask the two guardians of the garden of beauty,
Ask the guardians of the garden of beauty
and the two curved staffs of that cheek-down:
And the rangers of that chaste land
مَنwho تَوَّجَcrowned الغصنَthe bough بالهلالِwith the crescent moon
مَن تَوَّجَ الغصنَ بالهلالِ
وأنبتَand made grow الوردthe roses فيin البَهَارthe narcissus
وأنبتَ الورد في البَهَار
who crowned the bough with the crescent moon
Who adorned the branch with the crescent moon
and made roses grow among the narcissi?
And grew roses in the meadows
أيُّwhat أقاحٍdaisies وجُلّنارِand pomegranate blossoms
أيُّ أقاحٍ وجُلّنارِ
حاماthe two hovered علىover مَنهلِthe drinking-place of الرَّبابthe white clouds
حاما على مَنهلِ الرَّباب
What daisies and pomegranate blossoms
Which bees buzzed around the spring of melody
hovered over the white clouds' drinking-place?
And which gentle rain showered from the clouds
وأيُّand what صِلَّينtwo asps مِنof عِذارٍcheek-down
وأيُّ صِلَّين مِن عِذارٍ
دَبّاthe two crept كَلامَينlike two lām letters فيin كتابa book
دَبّا كَلامَين في كتاب
And what two asps of cheek-down
And which water and which fire
crept like two lām letters in a book?
Were brought together by the grace of youth
وأيُّand what ماءٍwater وأيُّand what نارِfire
وأيُّ ماءٍ وأيُّ نارِ
ضمَّتهُماunited them both نعمةthe luxuriance of الشَّبابyouth
ضمَّتهُما نعمة الشَّباب
And what water and what fire
Say: a pure watering place
has the luxuriance of youth brought together?
Guarded by lips like daggers
فقُلso say حياrain مَوردٍa spring زلالِlimpid
فقُل حيا مَوردٍ زلالِ
يحرسهguards it الثغرُthe mouth بالشِّفارwith blades
يحرسه الثغرُ بالشِّفار
Then say: rain from a limpid spring,
Say: gardens and say: zafra lilies
which the mouth guards with blades.
Scattered with musk and ambergris
وقُلand say جِنانٌgardens وقُلand say لآلِpearls
وقُل جِنانٌ وقُل لآلِ
يُعَلُّis repeatedly watered بالمِسكِwith musk والعُقارand wine
يُعَلُّ بالمِسكِ والعُقار
And say: gardens; and say: pearls,
Who will be mine though death is delusion
watered time and again with musk and wine.
And the grinning lion bares its teeth
مَنwho ليfor me بهwith him والمُنَىand hopes غُرورُdelusion
مَن لي به والمُنَى غُرورُ
وسنانُdrowsy-eyed طاويslender in الحَشاthe waist غَريرinnocent
وسنانُ طاوي الحَشا غَرير
Who can bring him to me, when hopes are delusion?
The light from his cheek illuminates
Drowsy-eyed, slender-waisted, innocent.
My heart though I have no ally
النَّورُthe blossom منfrom خدِّهhis cheek منيرُradiant
النَّورُ من خدِّه منيرُ
علَىupon فؤاديmy heart ولاand no نصيرhelper
علَى فؤادي ولا نصير
The bloom of his cheek shines
Oh soul, to meet him I have no choice
upon my heart, and I have no helper.
Nor any power to take him by force
يَاO نَفسُsoul ماnot مِنكِfrom you بالوصَالِin union
يَا نَفسُ ما مِنكِ بالوصَالِ
بُدٌّescape ولاand no مِنّيfrom me انتصارvictory
بُدٌّ ولا مِنّي انتصار
O soul, in union I cannot do without you,
For his eyelids have shed tears
nor is victory mine.
So how can I escape their spell?
فقدfor indeed دعاcalled جفنُهhis eyelid نَزالِcome forth to battle!
فقد دعا جفنُه نَزالِ
فأينso where مِنfrom فتكِهhis deadly assault الفِرارescape
فأين مِن فتكِه الفِرار
For his eyelid has called, “Come forth to battle!”
Oh my heart afflicted by his love
Where, then, can I escape his deadly assault?
Oh my eyes weeping without end
ياO قلبيَmy heart المُبتلَىafflicted بحبِّهwith his love
يا قلبيَ المُبتلَى بحبِّه
ياعتكsold you (likely intended) عينيmy eye بلاwithout شِراa purchase
ياعتك عيني بلا شِرا
O my heart, afflicted by his love,
With a cruel beloved who stays close
my eye sold you for nothing
Even his phantom makes me yearn
مِنto باخلٍone who is stingy فِيin الهَوَىlove بقربِهwith his nearness
مِن باخلٍ فِي الهَوَى بقربِه
حتىeven علىwith regard to الطيفِthe dream-phantom بالكَرَىin sleep
حتى على الطيفِ بالكَرَى
to one who grudges his closeness in love,
Patience with his abandonment and blame
even as a dream-phantom in sleep.
For what will be, will be
صبراًpatience! علىwith هجرِهhis desertion وعَتبِهand his reproach
صبراً على هجرِه وعَتبِه
فليسfor there is not إلاexcept الذيwhat تَرَىyou see
فليس إلا الذي تَرَى
Be patient with his desertion and reproach,
Maybe kindness from a union
for there is nothing but what you see.
Will free me from his disdain
لعلّperhaps رِفقاًsome gentleness مِنfrom الوِصَالِunion
لعلّ رِفقاً مِن الوِصَالِ
يُدالwill be given ascendancy مِنover قسوةِthe harshness of النِّفارaversion
يُدال مِن قسوةِ النِّفار
Perhaps some tenderness from union
Or the nights will bring about
will prevail over the harshness of aversion,
Release from those shackles
أوor بعضَsome of ماwhat تُحدِثbring about اللياليthe nights
أو بعضَ ما تُحدِث الليالي
يفكُّwill free منfrom ذلكthat الإِسارbondage
يفكُّ من ذلك الإِسار
or something that the nights bring about
And a friend said: Oh stranger
will free you from that bondage.
You have been excessive in your grief and sorrow
وناصحٍand a well-wisher قالsaid يَاO غَريبُstranger
وناصحٍ قال يَا غَريبُ
أسرفتَyou went too far فيin البَثِّanguish والحَزَنand grief
أسرفتَ في البَثِّ والحَزَن
And a well-wisher said, “O stranger,
A man has a share of tears
you have gone too far in anguish and grief;
And the soul - it has no price
للمرءِfor a man مِنof دمعهِhis tears نصيبُa share
للمرءِ مِن دمعهِ نصيبُ
والروحُand the soul ماnot إنemphatic particle لهfor it ثمنa price
والروحُ ما إن له ثمن
a man has his share of tears,
Woe to you - no life will be sweet
and the soul is beyond price.”
No comrades and no peace
وَيحَكalas for you لاno عيشةٌlife تطيبُis pleasant
وَيحَك لا عيشةٌ تطيبُ
ولاand no نديمٌboon companion ولاand no سَكَنsolace
ولا نديمٌ ولا سَكَن
Alas for you! No life is sweet,
Then leave me to weep copiously
nor is there a boon companion or solace.
For tears need a resting place
فخلِّso leave عينيَّmy two eyes فيin انهمالِstreaming
فخلِّ عينيَّ في انهمالِ
يقرّmay settle للدمعِfor tears منsome قرارrest
يقرّ للدمعِ من قرار
So leave my eyes to stream with tears,
And cry with me in pity for my state
so that the tears may find some repose.
The weeping of one exiled from home
وابكِand weep معيwith me رقّةًout of pity لحاليfor my plight
وابكِ معي رقّةً لحالي
بكاءَthe weeping of غَيلانَGhaylan فيamong الديارthe dwellings
بكاءَ غَيلانَ في الديار
And weep with me in pity for my plight,
I made the garb of love my banner
as Ghaylan wept among the dwellings.
And wandered in its wintry wind
جَعلتُI made لبسَthe wearing of الهَوَىlove شعاراan inner garment
جَعلتُ لبسَ الهَوَى شعارا
واختلتُand I strutted فيin بردهِits mantle القشيبnew
واختلتُ في بردهِ القشيب
I made love's garb my inner garment,
I have a beloved, supple and tall
and strutted in its new mantle.
I would ransom him with my soul
وليand I have حبيبٌa beloved سطاacted fiercely وجاراand oppressed
ولي حبيبٌ سطا وجارا
بالنفسwith my life أفديهI would ransom him مِنas حبيبa beloved
بالنفس أفديه مِن حبيب
And I have a beloved who assailed and wronged me;
I sang softly as he passed
I would ransom him with my life—what a beloved!
Fearing the listening spy
شدوتُI sang إذwhen مرَّhe passed بيby me سِراراsecretly
شدوتُ إذ مرَّ بي سِرارا
منout of خَشيَةِfear of السامعِthe listener الرقيبthe watcher
من خَشيَةِ السامعِ الرقيب
I sang secretly as he passed by me,
Muhammad Linaq, O my gazelle
for fear of the listening watcher:
O you of the large eyes
محمدُMuhammad اللّنقُal-Lanq ياO غزاليmy gazelle
محمدُ اللّنقُ يا غزالي
ياO صاحبَpossessor of العَينَينthe two eyes الكِبارlarge
يا صاحبَ العَينَين الكِبار
Muhammad al-Lanq, O my gazelle,
You plucked my heart and did not care
O you with the two large eyes,
You have no shame in this, my love
قطفتَyou plucked قلبيmy heart ولمand did not تُبالِcare
قطفتَ قلبي ولم تُبالِ
لسis not (likely intended) ذَاthis عَلَيكupon you ياO حبيبيmy beloved عارa disgrace
لس ذَا عَلَيك يا حبيبي عار
you plucked my heart and did not care:
is this not a disgrace to you, my beloved?
Partial English translation: 50 of 52 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1