فَضَحتُI exposed بِدَمعِيwith my tears سِرَّthe secret of قَلبيmy heart صَبَابَةًout of longing
فَضَحتُ بِدَمعِي سِرَّ قَلبي صَبَابَةً
فأثَبتُّso I proved وَصفاًa condition كانَwas مِنfrom قَبلِهِbefore it يُنفَىbeing denied
فأثَبتُّ وَصفاً كانَ مِن قَبلِهِ يُنفَى
In yearning, I betrayed my heart’s secret with my tears.
I exposed my heart's secret with my tears, out of longing.
Thus I proved a condition that, before this, had been denied.
So I proved a condition that had previously been denied.
فُؤادٌa heart ذَكِيُّfiery النَّفحِthe wafting breath لاnot يُسلِمُrelinquishes الجَوىinner anguish
فُؤادٌ ذَكِيُّ النَّفحِ لا يُسلِمُ الجَوى
وجَفنٌand an eyelid وَجيٌّaching النَّفخِthe swelling لاnot يُسلِمُالَّذَّرفاrelinquishes the shedding of tears
وجَفنٌ وَجيٌّ النَّفخِ لا يُسلِمُالَّذَّرفا
A heart whose breath is fragrant does not surrender its consuming passion,
A heart with a fiery breath that never relinquishes anguish,
and a sore eyelid, though breath blows upon it, does not relinquish its tears.
And an aching, swollen eyelid that never ceases shedding tears.
فُطِرتُI was fashioned عَلىin مِثلِthe likeness of الفُؤادِthe heart مَعwith الهوىpassion
فُطِرتُ عَلى مِثلِ الفُؤادِ مَع الهوى
فَحِبِّيَso my beloved لاnot يَبدُوappears وحُبِّيَand my love لاnot يَخفىis hidden
فَحِبِّيَ لا يَبدُو وحُبِّيَ لا يَخفى
I was fashioned with just such a heart, together with love:
I was fashioned in the heart's likeness, with passion;
my beloved does not appear, while my love cannot be hidden.
So my beloved is unseen, while my love is not hidden.
فَنِيتُI wasted away وماand not أدريI know سوىexcept الوجدِardent longing ليfor me ضَنىًwasting sickness
فَنِيتُ وما أدري سوى الوجدِ لي ضَنىً
وَمِتُّand I died وماand not أدريI know سِوىexcept البُعدِseparation ليfor me حَتفاdoom
وَمِتُّ وما أدري سِوى البُعدِ لي حَتفا
I wasted away, knowing only that longing was my affliction,
I wasted away, knowing only longing as my affliction.
and I died, knowing only that distance was my doom.
And I died, knowing only separation as my doom.
فَهاso here أناI وَقفاًheld fast بينَbetween آسيَmy healer والرَّجاand hope
فَها أنا وَقفاً بينَ آسيَ والرَّجا
أُقَلِّبُI turn طَرفيmy gaze لاnot أماماًforward ولاnor خَلفَاbackward
أُقَلِّبُ طَرفي لا أماماً ولا خَلفَا
Here I stand, suspended between despair and hope,
So here I stand, suspended between my healer and hope.
turning my gaze neither forward nor back.
I turn my gaze neither forward nor backward.
فَصيحٌeloquent إذاwhen آنستُI sensed للحُبِّfor love حَضرةًُa presence
فَصيحٌ إذا آنستُ للحُبِّ حَضرةًُ
فإنand if غابَis absent لمdid not يَنطِقutter لِسَانِيmy tongue ولاnor even حَرفاa letter
فإن غابَ لم يَنطِق لِسَانِي ولا حَرفا
I am eloquent whenever I sense love’s presence;
I am eloquent when I sense love's presence;
but if it is absent, my tongue cannot utter so much as a letter.
And if it is absent, my tongue utters not even a letter.
فَقَدتُكَI lost you لَكِنbut لِيfor me بِذِكرِكَin remembering you سَلوَةٌsolace
فَقَدتُكَ لَكِن لِي بِذِكرِكَ سَلوَةٌ
ومَنand whoever فَقَدhas lost المَوصُوفَthe one described لَمnot يَفقِدِloses الوَصفَاthe description
ومَن فَقَد المَوصُوفَ لَم يَفقِدِ الوَصفَا
I have lost you, yet in remembering you I have consolation;
I have lost you, but in remembering you I find solace.
whoever loses the one described does not lose the description.
And whoever loses the one described has not lost the description.
فَكُلُّso every طَريقٍpath لِيof mine إليكَto you مُبَلِّغٌconveying
فَكُلُّ طَريقٍ لِي إليكَ مُبَلِّغٌ
وَرَدتُI came to water وَلَكنbut أطلُبُI seek المَوردَthe water source الأصفىthe purest
وَرَدتُ وَلَكن أطلُبُ المَوردَ الأصفى
For every road I take leads me to you.
So every path of mine leads me to you.
I have reached the spring, yet seek the purest watering place.
I have come to drink, yet I seek the purest water source.
فَزِدنيso give me more لِمَاbecause of what بِيis within me مِنof هَوىًpassion وصَبابةٍand ardent longing
فَزِدني لِمَا بِي مِن هَوىً وصَبابةٍ
تَزِدنيyou give me more التِذَاذَاًdelight كُلَّماwhenever زِدَتَنيyou gave me more ضَعفاweakness
تَزِدني التِذَاذَاً كُلَّما زِدَتَني ضَعفا
So increase me, because of the love and yearning within me;
So give me more, because of the passion and longing within me;
you increase my delight whenever you increase my weakness.
You will heighten my delight whenever you heighten my weakness.
فَلَولاكَso, were it not for you لَمnot أُضمِرI harbor inwardly غَراماًardent love ولاnor هوىًpassion
فَلَولاكَ لَم أُضمِر غَراماً ولا هوىً
ولولاكَand were it not for you لَمnot أشكُI complain اكتِتَاماًconcealment ولاnor كَشفاdisclosure
ولولاكَ لَم أشكُ اكتِتَاماً ولا كَشفا
Were it not for you, I would harbor neither passion nor love;
So, were it not for you, I would harbor neither ardent love nor passion.
and were it not for you, I would complain of neither concealment nor disclosure.
And were it not for you, I would complain of neither concealment nor disclosure.
Sol 6.1