عَينيmy eye أَلومُكِI blame you لاnot أَلوI blame (continued next line)
عَيني أَلومُكِ لا أَلو
مُcompletion of 'I blame' القَلبَthe heart لاno ذَنبٌfault لِقَلبيfor my heart
مُ القَلبَ لا ذَنبٌ لِقَلبي
My eye, I blame you; I do not blame
My eyes, I blame you, not my heart
My eye, 'tis you I blame, and I blame not
the heart—my heart is not at fault.
You are the one who poisoned it
The heart—for my heart bears no guilt in this.
أَنتِyou (feminine) الَّتيthe one who قَدindeed سِمتِهِyou afflicted it
أَنتِ الَّتي قَد سِمتِهِ
بِبَلِيَّةٍwith calamity وَضناًand wasting illness وَكَربِand anguish
بِبَلِيَّةٍ وَضناً وَكَربِ
You are the one who has afflicted it
With anguish, grief, and sorrow
It was you who burdened it with heavy woe,
with calamity, wasting illness, and anguish.
And watered it with your ever-flowing
With affliction, wasting sickness, and distress;
وَسَقَيتِهِand you watered it مِنfrom دَمعِكِyour tears الـthe (article continued next line)
وَسَقَيتِهِ مِن دَمعِكِ الـ
ـسَفّاكِprofusely flowing سَكباًa pouring بَعدَafter سَكبِa pouring
ـسَفّاكِ سَكباً بَعدَ سَكبِ
And you watered it with your tears—
Tears, over and over
And you watered it with your streaming tears,
streaming, pour after pour.
Thus love grew in it and matured
Shed profusely, pouring torrent upon torrent,
فَنَماso grew الهَوىpassion فيهِwithin it وَشَبَّand blazed
فَنَما الهَوى فيهِ وَشَبَّ
وَصارَand it became مَألِفَhaunt كُلِّevery حِبِّbeloved
وَصارَ مَألِفَ كُلِّ حِبِّ
So passion grew within it and blazed,
And it became intimate with all love
Until passion grew within it and blazed high,
and it became the haunt of every beloved.
Woe to me for the graceful gazelle
Becoming the familiar dwelling of all love.
وَيليwoe to me عَلىfor الريمِthe gazelle الغَريـthe guileless (continued next line)
وَيلي عَلى الريمِ الغَريـ
ـرِcompletion of 'guileless' الشادِنِthe young fawn الأَحوىthe dark-lipped الأَقَبِّthe slender-waisted
ـرِ الشادِنِ الأَحوى الأَقَبِّ
Woe to me for the guileless gazelle,
With lustrous eyes, most beautiful
Woe is me for that white gazelle, the innocent,
the young fawn, dark-lipped and slender-waisted.
You see his sins as my own
The young fawn, dark-lipped and slender-waisted.
تَترىfollow in succession لَدَيَّbefore me ذُنوبُهُhis offenses
تَترى لَدَيَّ ذُنوبُهُ
وَيَجِلُّand looms large فيin عَينَيهِhis eyes ذَنبيmy fault
وَيَجِلُّ في عَينَيهِ ذَنبي
His offenses come before me one after another,
While my sins loom large in his eyes
His offenses against me follow in succession,
yet in his eyes my fault looms large.
When he visits we welcome him warmly
While my single fault looms massive in his eyes.
إِنif زارَhe visits رَحَّبناwe welcome him وَإِنand if
إِن زارَ رَحَّبنا وَإِن
زُرناهُwe visit him لَمdid not نَحلُلwe lodge بِرَحبِin a welcoming place
زُرناهُ لَم نَحلُل بِرَحبِ
If he visits, we welcome him; but if
When we visit he does not reciprocate our warmth
If he visits, we offer welcome; yet if
we visit him, we find no welcome.
And if I write to him complaining
We visit him, we find no welcome there.
وَإِذاand when كَتَبتُI write إِلَيهِto him أَشـI complain (continued next line)
وَإِذا كَتَبتُ إِلَيهِ أَشـ
ـكوcompletion of 'I complain' لَمdid not يَجُدhe gives generously بِجَوابِwith an answer to كُتبيmy letters
ـكو لَم يَجُد بِجَوابِ كُتبي
And when I write to him complaining,
He cannot find answers to my letters
And when I write to him to voice my grief,
he grants no reply to my letters.
He grants no generous answer to my lines.
Partial English translation: 15 of 16 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1