يَاO صَاحِبيّmy two companions وَمَاand not البَخِيلُthe miser بِصَاحِبِيa companion of mine
يَا صَاحِبيّ وَمَا البَخِيلُ بِصَاحِبِي
هَذِيthese الدِّيَارُthe dwellings فَأَينَwhere, then تِلكَthose الأَدمُعُtears
هَذِي الدِّيَارُ فَأَينَ تِلكَ الأَدمُعُ
O my two companions—and no miser is a companion of mine—
O my friend, how ungenerous is my friend to me!
These are the dwellings; where, then, are those tears?
These are the abodes, so where are those tears?
أنَمُرُّshall we pass بِالعَرَصَاتِthrough the courtyards لاnot نَبكِيwe weep بِهَاin them
أنَمُرُّ بِالعَرَصَاتِ لا نَبكِي بِهَا
وَهيَand they are المَنَازِلُthe dwellings مِنهُمُof theirs وَالأَربُعُand the encampments
وَهيَ المَنَازِلُ مِنهُمُ وَالأَربُعُ
Shall we pass through the courtyards without weeping there,
We pass by the dwelling places and do not weep over them,
when these are their dwellings and encampments?
Yet they are the abodes of my people and the four.
هَيهَاتَfar from it لاnot رِيحُthe wind الصَّبَابَةِardent love بَعدَهُمafter their departure
هَيهَاتَ لا رِيحُ الصَّبَابَةِ بَعدَهُم
رَهوٌstill ولاnor طَيرُthe birds التَّشَوُّقِyearning وُقَّعُperched
رَهوٌ ولا طَيرُ التَّشَوُّقِ وُقَّعُ
Far from it! Since their departure, the wind of love is not
Alas! Neither the morning breeze nor the birds of yearning
still, nor are the birds of yearning perched.
Call after them, chirping.
حَلَفُواthey swore عَلَىagainst قَلبِيmy heart بِسِحرِby the magic of جُفُونِهِمtheir eyelids
حَلَفُوا عَلَى قَلبِي بِسِحرِ جُفُونِهِم
لاnot زَالَcease يَنزِفُهُdrains it الهَوَىlove وَيُصَدَّعُand is shattered
لا زَالَ يَنزِفُهُ الهَوَى وَيُصَدَّعُ
They swore against my heart by the magic of their eyelids:
They swore by the magic of their eyelids on my heart
May love ever drain it, and may it be shattered.
That desire continues to bleed it and shatter it.
وَأبَىand refused الهَوَىlove إلاَّexcept الحُلُولَdwelling بِلَعلَعٍat Laʿlaʿ
وَأبَى الهَوَى إلاَّ الحُلُولَ بِلَعلَعٍ
وَيحَalas for المَطَايَاthe mounts أينَwhere مِنهَاfrom them لَعلَعُLaʿlaʿ
وَيحَ المَطَايَا أينَ مِنهَا لَعلَعُ
And love would consent only to dwelling at Laʿlaʿ.
Desire insisted on stirring restlessness in me,
Alas for the mounts! How far Laʿlaʿ lies from them!
As if saying: Where is the stirring from them?
لَمdid not أَدرِI know أينَwhere نَوَواthey meant to go فَلَمso did not أَسالI ask لَهُمabout them
لَم أَدرِ أينَ نَوَوا فَلَم أَسال لَهُم
رِيحاًa wind تَهُبُّblows ولاnor بَرِيقاًa gleam يَلمَعُflashes
رِيحاً تَهُبُّ ولا بَرِيقاً يَلمَعُ
I knew not where they were bound, so I sought no word of them from
I did not know where they went, so I did not ask the winds,
a wind that blows or a gleam that flashes.
Blowing, or a lightning flash, gleaming, about them.
وَكَأنَّهُمand as though they فِيin كُلِّevery مَدرَجِpath of نَاسِمٍa breeze
وَكَأنَّهُم فِي كُلِّ مَدرَجِ نَاسِمٍ
فَعَلَيهِso upon it مِنهُمfrom them رِقَّةٌgentleness وَتضَوُّعُand wafting fragrance
فَعَلَيهِ مِنهُم رِقَّةٌ وَتضَوُّعُ
And it is as though they are in every breeze's path,
As though they are, in every flowering meadow,
for it bears their gentleness and wafting fragrance.
People of delicacy and tenderness over it.
وإذَاand whenever مَنَحتُهُمُI offer them السلامَthe greeting of peace تَبَادَرَتraced forward
وإذَا مَنَحتُهُمُ السلامَ تَبَادَرَت
تَبلِيغَهُconveying it عَنِّيfrom me الرِّيَاحُthe winds الأربَعُfour
تَبلِيغَهُ عَنِّي الرِّيَاحُ الأربَعُ
And whenever I offer them a greeting of peace, they race
And if I bid them peace, the four winds hasten
to convey it from me—the four winds.
To convey it from me to them.
Sol 6.1