دَسَّت لَهُ طَيفَها كَيما تُصالِحُهُ

دَسَّت لَهُ طَيفَها كَيما تُصالِحُهُ

في النَومِ حينَ تَأَبّى الصُلحَ يَقظانا

في النَومِ حينَ تَأَبّى الصُلحَ يَقظانا

She secretly sent him her phantom to make peace with him,

She extended her phantom to reconcile with him

She slipped her phantom in to reconcile with him,

in sleep, when he had refused reconciliation while awake.

In sleep, while awake we refuse reconciliation

In sleep, for he refused the truce while yet awake.

فَلَم يَجِد عِندَ طَيفي طَيفُها فَرَحاً

فَلَم يَجِد عِندَ طَيفي طَيفُها فَرَحاً

وَلا رَثى لِتَشَكّيهِ وَلا لانا

وَلا رَثى لِتَشَكّيهِ وَلا لانا

So her phantom found no gladness in my phantom,

Yet with my phantom her phantom found no joy

But her specter found no joy beside my specter,

nor did mine pity its complaints or relent.

Neither did it grieve to empathize or sympathize

It neither pitied her complaints nor did it soften.

حَسِبتُ أَنَّ خَيالي لا يَكونُ لِما

حَسِبتُ أَنَّ خَيالي لا يَكونُ لِما

أَكونُ مِن أَجلِهِ غَضبانَ غَضبانا

أَكونُ مِن أَجلِهِ غَضبانَ غَضبانا

I thought my phantom would not, over what

I thought my imagination would not represent

I reckoned that my sleeping soul would not feel anger

makes me angry, be angry too.

What makes me, because of it, so angry

Towards the very cause for which I am enraged.

جِنانُ لا تَسأَليني الصُلحَ مُسرِعَةً

جِنانُ لا تَسأَليني الصُلحَ مُسرِعَةً

فَلَم يَكُن هَيِّناً مِنكِ الَّذي كانا

فَلَم يَكُن هَيِّناً مِنكِ الَّذي كانا

Jinan, do not hastily ask me for reconciliation,

Oh Gardens, do not ask me for quick reconciliation

O Jinan, do not ask me for a hasty peace,

for what happened on your part was no small thing.

For what had happened between us was not easy

For what you did was no light, trivial matter.