غابواthey went away فَلَمso did not أَدرِI know ماwhat أُلاقيI experience
غابوا فَلَم أَدرِ ما أُلاقي
مَسٌّa touch مِنَof الوَجدِlonging أَوor جُنونُmadness
مَسٌّ مِنَ الوَجدِ أَو جُنونُ
They are gone, and I do not know what I suffer:
They went away; I could not tell what afflicted me:
a touch of longing—or madness?
A touch of longing, or madness?
لَيلِيَmy night لاnot يَبتَغيseeks بَراحاًdeparture
لَيلِيَ لا يَبتَغي بَراحاً
كَأَنَّهُas though it were أَدهَمٌa black steed حَرونُrefusing to move
كَأَنَّهُ أَدهَمٌ حَرونُ
My night seeks no release,
My night seeks no departure,
as though it were a balking black steed.
As though it were a balking black steed.
أُجيلُI move about فيover صَفحَتَيهِits two flanks عَيناًan eye
أُجيلُ في صَفحَتَيهِ عَيناً
ماnot تَتَلاقىmeet one another لَهاbelonging to it جُفونُeyelids
ما تَتَلاقى لَها جُفونُ
Across its two flanks I cast an eye
I scan its two flanks with an eye
whose eyelids never meet.
Whose lids never meet.
Sol 6.1