وَساجِعٍand a cooing bird فيin فُروعِthe branches of الأَيكِthe grove هَيَّجَنيstirred me
وَساجِعٍ في فُروعِ الأَيكِ هَيَّجَني
لَمnot أَدرِI knew لِمwhy ناحَhe lamented مِمّاbecause of what بيafflicts me وَلِمand why سَجَعاhe cooed
لَم أَدرِ لِم ناحَ مِمّا بي وَلِم سَجَعا
And a cooing bird in the grove's branches stirred me.
The cooing dove in the branches of the oaks stirred me,
In my distress, I knew not why he mourned or why he cooed:
I know not why I grieved for what was between us and why I lamented.
أَباكِياًwas he weeping for إِلفَهُhis mate مِنfrom بَعدِafter فَرقَتِهِhis parting
أَباكِياً إِلفَهُ مِن بَعدِ فَرقَتِهِ
أَمor جازِعاًdistraught لِلنَوىat separation مِنfrom قَبلِbefore أَنthat تَقعاit should occur
أَم جازِعاً لِلنَوى مِن قَبلِ أَن تَقعا
Was he weeping for his mate after their parting,
Weeping for his love after separation,
Or distraught at separation before it came to pass?
Or sad for the tryst before it comes to pass.
يَدعوhe calls to حَمامَتَهُhis dove وَالطَيرُwhile the birds هاجِعَةٌare asleep
يَدعو حَمامَتَهُ وَالطَيرُ هاجِعَةٌ
فَماso not هَجَعتُI slept لَهُbecause of him لَيلاًat night وَلاnor هَجعاhe slept
فَما هَجَعتُ لَهُ لَيلاً وَلا هَجعا
He calls to his dove while the birds are sleeping;
He calls his dove while the birds slumber,
So I did not sleep at night because of him, nor did he.
Yet I did not sleep a night nor slumber.
مُوَشَّحٌcloaked سُندُساًin fine silk خُضرٌgreen مناكِبُهُhis shoulders
مُوَشَّحٌ سُندُساً خُضرٌ مناكِبُهُ
تَرىyou see مِنَof المِسكِmusk فيin أَذيالِهِhis trailing feathers لُمَعاgleaming patches
تَرى مِنَ المِسكِ في أَذيالِهِ لُمَعا
He is cloaked in fine silk, his shoulders green;
Clad in green silk, his shoulders adorned,
You see gleaming patches of musk in his trailing feathers.
His train scented of musk as it trails behind.
لَهُhe has مِنَof الآسmyrtle طَوقٌa collar فَوقَabove لَبَّتِهِhis throat's hollow
لَهُ مِنَ الآس طَوقٌ فَوقَ لَبَّتِهِ
مِنَfrom البَنَفسَجِviolets وَالخيريِّand wallflowers قَدalready جُمِعاbrought together
مِنَ البَنَفسَجِ وَالخيريِّ قَد جُمِعا
He wears a collar of myrtle above his breast,
His neck is collared over his doublet,
Fashioned of violets and wallflowers brought together.
With violets and clover intertwined.
كَأَنَّماas though عَبَّhe drank deeply فيin مُسوَدِّblackened غاليَةٍghaliya perfume
كَأَنَّما عَبَّ في مُسوَدِّ غاليَةٍ
وَحَلَّand settled مِنfrom تَحتِهِbeneath it الكافورُcamphor فانتَقَعاand became dyed
وَحَلَّ مِن تَحتِهِ الكافورُ فانتَقَعا
As though he had drunk deeply of black ghaliya perfume,
As if he were scented with rich perfume,
And camphor lay beneath it, and he was dyed by both.
Camphor emanating from beneath his clothes.
كَأَنَّas though عَينَيهِhis two eyes مِنfrom حُسنِthe beauty of اِصفِرارِهِماtheir yellow hue
كَأَنَّ عَينَيهِ مِن حُسنِ اِصفِرارِهِما
فَصّانِtwo gems مِنfrom حَجَرِthe stone of الياقوتِsapphire قَدalready قُطِعاwere both cut
فَصّانِ مِن حَجَرِ الياقوتِ قَد قُطِعا
As though his eyes, in their beautiful yellow hue,
His yellow eyes gleam as if cut
Were two gems cut from sapphire stone.
From carnelian stones of purest hue.
كَأَنَّas though رِجلَيهِhis two legs مِنfrom حُسنِthe beauty of اِحمِرارِهِماtheir redness
كَأَنَّ رِجلَيهِ مِن حُسنِ اِحمِرارِهِما
ماthat which رَقَّis slender مِنof شُعَبِthe branches of المَرجانِcoral فاِتَّسَعاand spread wide
ما رَقَّ مِن شُعَبِ المَرجانِ فاِتَّسَعا
As though his legs, in their beautiful redness,
His ruddy legs seem as if made
Were slender branches of coral, spreading wide.
From unbroken coral that expands in view.
شَكاhe lamented النَوىseparation فَبَكىand so he wept خَوفَfor fear of الأَسىsorrow فَرَمىthen he cast
شَكا النَوى فَبَكى خَوفَ الأَسى فَرَمى
بَينَbetween الجَوانِحِthe ribs مِنfrom أَوجاعِهِhis pains وَجَعاa pang
بَينَ الجَوانِحِ مِن أَوجاعِهِ وَجَعا
He lamented separation and wept for fear of sorrow, casting
He complained of the tryst and wept fearing sadness,
A pang of his own pain between my ribs.
Throwing his pain amongst his sighing companions.
وَالريحُand the wind تَخفِضُهُlowers him طوراًat times وَتَرفَعُهُand raises him
وَالريحُ تَخفِضُهُ طوراً وَتَرفَعُهُ
طوراًat other times فمُنخَفِضاًso, lowered يَدعوhe calls وَمُرتَفِعاand raised
طوراً فمُنخَفِضاً يَدعو وَمُرتَفِعا
And the wind lowers him at times and raises him
The wind makes him sway, lowering then raising him,
At others; lowered or lifted, he calls.
Lowering while calling, raising while lamenting.
كَأَنَّهُas though he were راهِبٌa monk فيat رأَسِthe top of صَومَعَةٍa hermitage
كَأَنَّهُ راهِبٌ في رأَسِ صَومَعَةٍ
يَتلوreciting الزَبورَthe Psalms وَنَجمُwhile the star of الصُبحِdawn قَدalready طَلَعاhas risen
يَتلو الزَبورَ وَنَجمُ الصُبحِ قَد طَلَعا
As though he were a monk atop a hermitage,
As if he were a monk atop a monastery
Reciting the Psalms, with the morning star now risen.
Reciting psalms as the morning star rises.
Sol 6.1