ماnot جئتُI came ألتزِمُI embrace القوامَthe figure النّاحِلاslender
ما جئتُ ألتزِمُ القوامَ النّاحِلا
إلاexcept وقالتand she said ياO فتىyoung man كنbe عاقِلاsensible
إلا وقالت يا فتى كن عاقِلا
Never did I come to embrace her slender figure
I did not come to follow the ways of the rash youth
Without her saying, “Young man, be sensible.”
Except she would say, oh young man, be wise
فكأنهُfor it was like غصنٌa branch أُحاولُI try هَصرَةًa bending
فكأنهُ غصنٌ أُحاولُ هَصرَةً
منهُof it فيفلتُthen it slips free منfrom يَديmy hand مُتمايلاswaying
منهُ فيفلتُ من يَدي مُتمايلا
For it was like a branch I tried to bend,
It's as if he's a branch I try to pick
But it slipped from my hand, swaying.
Yet he slips through my hands swaying
لمdid not أنسَI forget نزهتَناour stroll مساءًin the evening والصَّباand the east wind
لم أنسَ نزهتَنا مساءً والصَّبا
جاءتit came تُبشِّرُbringing glad tidings بالقدومof the arrival خمائلاgroves
جاءت تُبشِّرُ بالقدوم خمائلا
I have not forgotten our evening stroll, when the east wind
I did not forget our evening stroll
Came bringing the groves glad tidings of arrival.
With the breeze heralding arrival playfully
والماءُand the water يجريflows صافياًclear وخريرُهُand its murmur
والماءُ يجري صافياً وخريرُهُ
خفقاتُthrobs قلبيmy heart إنif أجابَit answered بلابلاnightingales
خفقاتُ قلبي إن أجابَ بلابلا
And the water flowed clear, and its murmur
The flowing clear water and its murmur
Was my heart’s throbbing when it answered nightingales.
Were like my heartbeats answering the warbler
فجنيتُso I plucked زهراًa blossom ناضراًfresh وشممتهُand I smelled it
فجنيتُ زهراً ناضراً وشممتهُ
وبشّمةٍand with a sniff أنضرتُI made fresh زَهراًa blossom ذابلاwithered
وبشّمةٍ أنضرتُ زَهراً ذابلا
So I plucked a fresh blossom and smelled it,
I plucked a blooming flower and smelled it
And with one sniff I revived a withered blossom.
With one whiff a withering flower revived
ودَنوتُand I drew near مِنهاto her واضعاًplacing إياهُit فيin
ودَنوتُ مِنها واضعاً إياهُ في
خصرٍa waist ليُنحلنيto make me waste away تَنَطَّقَgirded itself ناحِلاslender
خصرٍ ليُنحلني تَنَطَّقَ ناحِلا
And I drew near to her, placing it at
I drew nearer placing it in her waist
A slender waist, girdled to make me waste away.
To melt me, it spoke with a humming tongue
فرنتthen she gazed إليَّat me حَييِّةًshyly وتبسَّمتand she smiled
فرنت إليَّ حَييِّةً وتبسَّمت
فرأيتُso I saw أسهمَهاher arrows تُصيبُstrike مَقاتِلاvital spots
فرأيتُ أسهمَها تُصيبُ مَقاتِلا
Then she gazed at me shyly and smiled,
She glanced back smilingly at me
And I saw her arrows strike vital spots.
I saw her arrows striking a warrior
وحنتand she leaned وقالتand she said منكfrom you طيبُthe fragrance غلائليmy chemises
وحنت وقالت منك طيبُ غلائلي
فلأذكُرنَّكَso I shall surely remember you ماwhenever نَشرتُI spread out غَلائلاchemises
فلأذكُرنَّكَ ما نَشرتُ غَلائلا
And she leaned close and said, “My chemises owe their fragrance to you;
She leaned and said you are the scent of my locks
So I shall surely remember you whenever I unfold my chemises.
So I will remember you as long as I have locks
حبَّاًout of love لمُهديfor the giver of الزَّهرflowers أحفَظُI keep زَهرهُhis flowers
حبَّاً لمُهدي الزَّهر أحفَظُ زَهرهُ
وأرىand I see الأزاهرthe blossoms فيin الغرامِlove رَسائلاletters
وأرى الأزاهر في الغرامِ رَسائلا
Out of love for the giver of flowers, I keep his flowers,
Out of love for the presenter of the flower I'll keep his flower
And in love I see blossoms as letters.”
And see flowers in love as missives
حتىuntil إذاwhen عدناwe returned وزنديand my forearm عالقٌlinked
حتى إذا عدنا وزندي عالقٌ
بذراعِهاwith her arm والوقتُand time يذهبُpasses عاجلاswiftly
بذراعِها والوقتُ يذهبُ عاجلا
Then, as we returned, my forearm linked
Until we returned, my arm entwined in hers
With her arm, while time hurried away,
And time was quickly fleeing
قالتshe said ألاah ليتَif only الحياةَlife جميعَهاall of it
قالت ألا ليتَ الحياةَ جميعَها
حبٌّlove ولمand not تكُنِwas الحياةُlife مراحلاstages
حبٌّ ولم تكُنِ الحياةُ مراحلا
She said, “Ah, if only all of life
She said, oh would that life be just
Were love, and life were not a succession of stages!”
Love, and life weren't stages
Sol 6.1