ثَقيلٌa bore يُطالِعُناappears before us مِنfrom أَمَمclose by
ثَقيلٌ يُطالِعُنا مِن أَمَم
إِذاif سَرَّهُdelights him رَعفُnosebleeding أَنفيmy nose أَلَمhe comes calling
إِذا سَرَّهُ رَعفُ أَنفي أَلَم
A bore appears before us at close quarters;
A weight upon us gazing from the nations,
A heavy bore looms upon us from close at hand,
If my nosebleed delights him, he comes calling.
When at his leisure, pained are my nostrils.
If he is pleased, I suffer the pain of a nosebleed.
لِطَلعَتِهِat the sight of him وَخزَةٌa stab فيin الحَشاthe innards
لِطَلعَتِهِ وَخزَةٌ في الحَشا
كَوَقعِlike the stroke of المَشارِطِthe lancets فيin المُحتَجِمone undergoing cupping
كَوَقعِ المَشارِطِ في المُحتَجِم
The sight of him brings a stab in my innards,
His emergence pricks the senses like a thorn,
His countenance is a sharp prick within the guts,
Like the stroke of lancets in someone being cupped.
As cast-lots pierce the gambler in his tent.
Like the bite of lancets on one enduring cupping.
كَأَنَّas though الفُؤادَthe heart إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle بَداhe appears
كَأَنَّ الفُؤادَ إِذا ما بَدا
بِإِشفىwith an awl إِلىto كَبِديmy liver يَنتَظِمis skewered
بِإِشفى إِلى كَبِدي يَنتَظِم
It is as though my heart, whenever he appears,
My heart seems, when first he shows his veil
It is as though the heart, whenever he appears,
Were skewered to my liver with an awl.
To settle gently on my liver's hem.
Is skewered by an awl straight through to my liver.
أَقولُI say لَهُto him إِذwhen أَتىhe comes لاmay he not أَتىcome
أَقولُ لَهُ إِذ أَتى لا أَتى
وَلاnor may نَقَلَتهُcarry him إِلَيناto us قَدَمa foot
وَلا نَقَلَتهُ إِلَينا قَدَم
I say to him, when he comes: may he never come,
I say, when he appears without appearing,
I say when he comes—may he never have come,
Nor may a foot carry him to us.
His footsteps nowhere bringing him to us:
And may no foot ever transport him toward us.
فَقَدتُmay I lose خَيالَكَyour image لاnot مِنthrough عَمىًblindness
فَقَدتُ خَيالَكَ لا مِن عَمىً
وَصَوتَand the sound of كَلامِكَyour speech لاnot مِنthrough صَمَمdeafness
وَصَوتَ كَلامِكَ لا مِن صَمَم
May I be rid of your image—not through blindness—
I have not lost your image out of blindness,
May I lose sight of your shadow, yet not from blindness,
And the sound of your speech—not through deafness.
Nor am I deaf to hear your voice gone dumb.
And lose the sound of your words, yet not from deafness.
تَغَطَّcover yourself بِماwith whatever شِئتَyou wish عَنfrom ناظِريmy sight
تَغَطَّ بِما شِئتَ عَن ناظِري
وَلَوand even if بِالرِداءِwith the cloak بِهِwith it تَلتَثِمyou veil your face
وَلَو بِالرِداءِ بِهِ تَلتَثِم
Hide yourself from my sight with whatever you wish,
Hide as you will from my beholding eyes,
Veil yourself from my eyes with whatever you wish,
Even with the cloak, veiling your face with it.
Even if with a cloak around your face.
Even if only with the robe you wrap around your face.
Sol 6.1