ياO مَنwho لِعَينٍfor an eye سَرِبَهstreaming with tears
يا مَن لِعَينٍ سَرِبَه
تَفعَلُacts فِعلَthe action of الطَرِبَهthe enraptured woman
تَفعَلُ فِعلَ الطَرِبَه
O who will aid a tear-streaming eye,
O he whose eyes have caused mischief,
Oh, who will tend to a streaming eye,
That behaves like a woman in rapture?
Acting like one intoxicated,
Behaving like a woman enraptured,
وَمَنand who لِنَفسٍfor a soul فيin الهَوىlove
وَمَن لِنَفسٍ في الهَوى
تَدورُturns دَورَthe turning of العَرَبَهthe cart
تَدورُ دَورَ العَرَبَه
And who will aid a soul in love,
And he whose soul is infatuated with love,
And who will tend to a soul in love,
That turns like a cart?
Spinning like a whirlwind,
Spinning round like a wagon wheel,
أَنحَلَنيmade me thin الحُبُّlove فَأَصـso I be-
أَنحَلَني الحُبُّ فَأَصـ
ـبَحتُ-came شَبيهَlike القَصَبَهthe reed
ـبَحتُ شَبيهَ القَصَبَه
Love made me thin, so I be-
Love has undone me, so I have become
Love has wasted me away until I became
-came like a reed.
Like a pliant reed,
The very likeness of a hollow reed,
لاno خَيرَgood فيin الصَبِّthe lovesick man إِذاif
لا خَيرَ في الصَبِّ إِذا
كانَhe is غَليظَthick الرَقَبَهthe neck
كانَ غَليظَ الرَقَبَه
There is no good in a lovesick man if
No good is in youth when
There is no good in a lover if
He is thick-necked.
His neck is stubborn,
He possesses a thick neck,
أَحبَبتُI loved ريماًa white gazelle غَنِجاًcoquettish
أَحبَبتُ ريماً غَنِجاً
ذاwith وَجنَةٍa cheek مُذَهَّبَهgilded
ذا وَجنَةٍ مُذَهَّبَه
I loved a coquettish white gazelle,
I loved a charming gazelle
I fell in love with a coquettish gazelle,
With a gilded cheek.
With a gilded neck,
Possessor of a gilded cheek,
فَلَستُso I do not أَنسىforget قَولَهُhis words
فَلَستُ أَنسى قَولَهُ
مِنbecause of غَمزِthe pinch of كَفّيmy palm ياO أَبَهmy father
مِن غَمزِ كَفّي يا أَبَه
So I cannot forget his words
I cannot forget his words
I shall not forget his saying
At my hand's pinch: 'O father!'
From a wink of his eyelids, O my father,
From the squeeze of my hand: "Oh, Daddy!"
داحَةُDaha ياO نَفسيmy soul الفِدىthe ransom
داحَةُ يا نَفسي الفِدى
وَياand O غَزالَgazelle of الكَتَبَهthe scribes
وَيا غَزالَ الكَتَبَه
O Daha, my soul be your ransom,
Yearning, O my soul ransomed
"A delight!"—may my soul be his ransom—
And O gazelle of the scribes!
And O gazelle of poems,
"And oh, you gazelle of the scribes,"
تَرَكتَنيyou left me مُشتَهِراًfamous
تَرَكتَني مُشتَهِراً
أَشهَرَmore famous مِنthan مُخشَلَبَهMukhshalaba
أَشهَرَ مِن مُخشَلَبَه
You have left me famous,
You left me notorious
You have left me famously exposed,
More famous than Mukhshalaba.
More notorious than someone with slit nostrils
More famous than a public spectacle,
فَلَيسَso it is not حَظّيmy share قَبلَهُbefore him/it; apparently 'a kiss' here
فَلَيسَ حَظّي قَبلَهُ
مِنكَfrom you شِراءٌa purchase أَوor هِبَهa gift
مِنكَ شِراءٌ أَو هِبَه
So no kiss is my lot
So my share from you before was not
My fortune, regarding him, was not
From you, whether bought or given.
A purchase or a gift,
From you, a purchase or a gift,
وَلائِمٍand a reproacher قُلتُI said لَهُto him
وَلائِمٍ قُلتُ لَهُ
لاdo not تُكثِرَنَّmake excessive الجَلَبَهthe clamor
لا تُكثِرَنَّ الجَلَبَه
And to a reproacher I said:
I said to one blaming me
And to a blamer, I said to him,
'Do not make such a clamor.
Do not increase the pulling,
"Do not increase the clamor,"
إِنَّindeed الَّذيthe one whom أَحبَبتُهُI loved him
إِنَّ الَّذي أَحبَبتُهُ
لَهُto him belongs بِحُبّيthrough my love الغَلَبَهthe upper hand
لَهُ بِحُبّي الغَلَبَه
Indeed, the one I have loved
Indeed the one I loved
"For indeed, the one whom I loved,"
Has the upper hand through my love.'
Has with my love overcome me.
"Holds the victory through my love."
Sol 6.1