أدار الحي باكرك الغمام

أدار الحي باكرك الغمام

وان أقوى محلك والمقام

وان أقوى محلك والمقام

O dwelling of the clan, may the clouds visit you at dawn,

O dwelling of the tribe, may the raincloud visit you at dawn,

The neighborhood turned you in the early morning clouds

though your campsite and abode lie desolate.

though your site and abode have become deserted.

Even if your place was most powerful and status

ولو لم تنزف الأشجان دمعي

ولو لم تنزف الأشجان دمعي

لقلت سقتك ادمعي السجام

لقلت سقتك ادمعي السجام

Had sorrows not exhausted all my tears,

And had sorrows not drained my tears,

If the bushes hadn't shed my tearful blood

I would have said: May my streaming tears water you.

I would have said, "May my streaming tears water you."

I would have said my tears watered you like rain

مررت بدارهم فاستوقفتني

مررت بدارهم فاستوقفتني

على الدار الصبابة والغرام

على الدار الصبابة والغرام

I passed by their dwelling, and I was brought to a halt

I passed their dwelling, and was made to stop

I passed by their house, so the youth and love stopped me

at that dwelling by yearning and passionate love.

beside it by longing and passion.

At the house, innocence and passion

فيا عهد الأنيس عليك منى

فيا عهد الأنيس عليك منى

وان حلت التحية والسلام

وان حلت التحية والسلام

O days of intimate companionship, upon you from me

O time of companionship, upon you from me—

So my friend wished me well

may greetings and peace alight.

though you have changed—be greeting and peace.

Even if greeting and peace arrived

أسائلها ولي قلب كليم

أسائلها ولي قلب كليم

وهل تدرى المنازل ما الكلام

وهل تدرى المنازل ما الكلام

I question the dwelling, though mine is a wounded heart—

I question it with a wounded heart;

I ask her while my heart is suffering

but do dwellings know what speech is?

and do dwellings know what speech is?

Does she know what words mean from establishments

أعائدة لنا أيام وصل

أعائدة لنا أيام وصل

فينعم بالوصال المستهام

فينعم بالوصال المستهام

Will the days of union return to us,

Will days of union return to us,

To restore for us days of connection

that the love-distraught may delight in reunion,

so the lovesick man may delight in union

So the enamored enjoys the connection

بزهر كواكب وشموس حسن

بزهر كواكب وشموس حسن

وأقمار مطالعها الخيام

وأقمار مطالعها الخيام

amid radiant stars and suns of beauty,

with radiant stars and suns of beauty,

With flowers of planets and beauty's suns

and moons whose rising places are the tents?

and moons whose rising-places are the tents?

And moons whose risings are the tents

متى يسلو صبابته كئيب

متى يسلو صبابته كئيب

بليته اللواحظ والقوام

بليته اللواحظ والقوام

When will a sorrowful man forget his yearning,

When can a sorrowful man forget his longing,

When will his youth relieve the sorrowful one

when sidelong glances and graceful forms have afflicted him?

whose bane is glancing eyes and shapely form?

Tormented by glimpses and foundations

إذا ملك الهوى قلب المعنى

إذا ملك الهوى قلب المعنى

فأيسر ما يعانيه الملام

فأيسر ما يعانيه الملام

When passion possesses the tormented lover's heart,

When passion possesses the tormented lover's heart,

If passion rules the heart of meaning

the least of what he suffers is reproach.

reproach is the least of what he suffers.

Then what he suffers is the easiest blame

يهيج لي الغرام شذى نسيم

يهيج لي الغرام شذى نسيم

يشم وومض بارقة تشام

يشم وومض بارقة تشام

Love is stirred in me by the fragrance of a breeze

The fragrance of a breeze stirs passion in me,

Love kindles for me the scent of breeze

breathed in, and by the flash of lightning espied.

when inhaled, as does the gleam of lightning when beheld.

It smells and sparkles like quick lightning

ويشجين الحمام إذا تغنى

ويشجين الحمام إذا تغنى

وكل شج يهيجه الحمام

وكل شج يهيجه الحمام

The dove grieves me whenever it sings;

And the doves grieve me when they sing,

And the doves provoke me when they sing

every sorrowing soul is stirred by the dove.

and every sorrowful soul is stirred by doves.

And every ache provokes the doves

ويقدح لي الأسى يوم أصيبت

ويقدح لي الأسى يوم أصيبت

به أبناء فاطمة الكرام

به أبناء فاطمة الكرام

And grief strikes fire in me for the day when

And the day when they were stricken kindles grief in me—

And sorrow strikes me the day I was hit

the noble sons of Fatima were struck down,

the noble sons of Fatimah.

With it the children of the generous Fatima

وخطب قادح في كل قلب

وخطب قادح في كل قلب

بقادحة الجوى فيه ضرام

بقادحة الجوى فيه ضرام

and for a calamity that kindles sparks in every heart,

And a calamity that strikes fire in every heart,

And the piercing speaker in every heart

setting its searing inner grief ablaze.

setting it ablaze with anguish's fire-striker.

With the piercing of essence in it is harm

فيابن الضاربين رواق فخر

فيابن الضاربين رواق فخر

سمت فوق الضراح له دعام

سمت فوق الضراح له دعام

O son of those who raised a pavilion of glory

So, O son of those who pitched a canopy of glory,

So son of the strikers pride's porch

whose pillars towered above al-Ḍarāḥ, the heavenly sanctuary!

whose pillars rose above al-Ḍurāḥ:

Elevated above perdition it has pillars

أيخضب بالسهام وبالمواضي

أيخضب بالسهام وبالمواضي

محياً دونه البدر التمام

محياً دونه البدر التمام

Can arrows and keen-edged blades truly stain

Is it stained by arrows and keen blades—

Will he redden with arrows and in battlefields

a countenance before which the full moon pales?

a face before which the full moon falls short?

Alive through him is the full moon

فليت البيض قد فلت شباها

فليت البيض قد فلت شباها

وطاشت عن مراميها السهام

وطاشت عن مراميها السهام

Would that the white swords had lost their edges

If only the white blades' edges had been blunted,

If only the whites had lost their wits

and the arrows had flown wide of their marks.

and the arrows had strayed from their marks!

And their arrows had flown off target

كأنك منهل والبيض ظمأى

كأنك منهل والبيض ظمأى

لها في ورد مهجتك ازدحام

لها في ورد مهجتك ازدحام

It was as though you were a watering place and the swords were thirsty,

You are like a watering-place, and the white blades are thirsty;

It's as if you're a spring and the whites are my thirst

thronging together to drink from your lifeblood.

they crowd together to drink your lifeblood.

Crowding toward your rosy cheek