متىwhen تَنجَليclears away عَنfrom نَاظِرٍa beholder لَوعَةُthe anguish of الهَوىlove
متى تَنجَلي عَن نَاظِرٍ لَوعَةُ الهَوى
وأحشَاؤهُand his innards فِيin أدمُعٍtears تَتَضَرَّمُblaze
وأحشَاؤهُ فِي أدمُعٍ تَتَضَرَّمُ
When will love's anguish lift from a beholder,
When will the anguish of love cease to afflict
While his innards blaze amid tears?
A gazing eye filled with overflowing tears?
مَهالِكُthe deadly perils of هَذاthis الحُبٍِّlove غَيرُnot خَفِيَّةٍhidden
مَهالِكُ هَذا الحُبٍِّ غَيرُ خَفِيَّةٍ
وفيand in الحُبِّlove يَعشَىgrows dim-sighted النَّاظِرُthe beholder المتوسِّمُthe discerning
وفي الحُبِّ يَعشَى النَّاظِرُ المتوسِّمُ
This love's deadly perils are not hidden;
The torment of this love cannot be hidden,
Yet in love, the discerning beholder's sight grows dim.
And in love the keen-sighted is forewarned.
محَاerased الدَّمعُthe tears رَسمَthe outline of الجِسمِthe body إلاّexcept بَقيَّةًa remnant
محَا الدَّمعُ رَسمَ الجِسمِ إلاّ بَقيَّةً
كَماjust as لاَحَappeared سَطرٌa line of script بالمَدامِعwith tears مُعجَمُdotted
كَما لاَحَ سَطرٌ بالمَدامِع مُعجَمُ
Tears effaced the body's outline, save a remnant,
Tears erased the body's contours, leaving
Like a line of script that appears, dotted with tears.
Traces like lines of text through falling tears.
مَدَىthe farthest reach of الحُبِّlove لاnot يزدَادُincreases إلاَّexcept تَنائياًin distance
مَدَى الحُبِّ لا يزدَادُ إلاَّ تَنائياً
عَلىdespite أنَّthe fact that قَلبيmy heart فِيacross المَدىthe distance لَيسَdoes not يَسأمُgrow weary
عَلى أنَّ قَلبي فِي المَدى لَيسَ يَسأمُ
Love's farthest reach only grows more distant,
The extent of love only grows more distant,
Yet my heart, across that distance, does not weary.
Yet my heart does not tire through its reach.
مُحِبٌّa lover لمَحبوبٍof a beloved إذاif ماever (emphatic) تَرَكتُهُI leave him
مُحِبٌّ لمَحبوبٍ إذا ما تَرَكتُهُ
تأخَّرتُI fall back خَوفاًin fear والهَوىwhile love يتَقَدَّمُadvances
تأخَّرتُ خَوفاً والهَوى يتَقَدَّمُ
I am a lover of a beloved; if ever I leave him,
A lover of the beloved, when left behind,
I fall back in fear, while love advances.
Hangs back in fear while passion presses on.
مَعِيwith me كُلَّevery حينٍmoment بانَhe departs عَنّيfrom me أوor دَناdraws near
مَعِي كُلَّ حينٍ بانَ عَنّي أو دَنا
فَقَلبيso my heart بِسلُوانٍabout solace بهِin him مُتكتَمُis secretive
فَقَلبي بِسلُوانٍ بهِ مُتكتَمُ
He is with me at every moment, whether he departs from me or draws near;
With me always, whether he turns from me or draws near,
So my heart keeps its solace in him concealed.
Is a heart concealed in solace with him.
مُرادُكَyour wish مِنfrom قَلبِيmy heart مُراديَmy desire كُلُّهُall of it
مُرادُكَ مِن قَلبِي مُراديَ كُلُّهُ
وأسلَمُand the safest أربابِpossessors of القُلوبِhearts المُسَلِّمُthe one who surrenders
وأسلَمُ أربابِ القُلوبِ المُسَلِّمُ
What you desire of my heart is all I desire;
What you want from my heart is all I want,
And safest among those with hearts is he who surrenders.
I surrender it entirely, like all enamored hearts.
مُحالٌimpossible صَلاحِيmy well-being إنif فَقَدتُكَI lose you لَمحَةًfor an instant
مُحالٌ صَلاحِي إن فَقَدتُكَ لَمحَةً
ومَنand whoever غابَis absent عَنهُfrom him بَدرُهُhis full moon فَهوthen he is مُظلِمُin darkness
ومَن غابَ عَنهُ بَدرُهُ فَهو مُظلِمُ
I cannot be well if I lose you for an instant;
My peace is impossible if I lose you for an instant,
And he whose full moon has vanished is in darkness.
And he whose sun has set lives in darkness.
مُحالُthe impossibilities of الهوىlove فِيin الرُّوحthe soul رَوحٌrelief وراحَةٌand repose
مُحالُ الهوى فِي الرُّوح رَوحٌ وراحَةٌ
فَيشقىso suffers بهِthrough it جِسميmy body ورُوحيand my soul يُنَعَّمُis granted bliss
فَيشقى بهِ جِسمي ورُوحي يُنَعَّمُ
Love's impossibilities are relief and repose within the soul;
Impossible for the soul’s love to be a spirit and respite,
So my body suffers through it, while my soul is granted bliss.
So it brings misery to my body and my soul tranquility.
مُنايَmy wish مُنَاجَاتيmy intimate communion وَفِيهاand in it مَنِيَّتيmy death
مُنايَ مُنَاجَاتي وَفِيها مَنِيَّتي
كَذلكَsuch is هذاthis الحبُّlove شَهدٌhoney وعَلقَمُand bitter colocynth
كَذلكَ هذا الحبُّ شَهدٌ وعَلقَمُ
My wish is intimate communion, and in it lies my death;
You are my intimate conversation and my wish,
Such is this love: honey and bitter colocynth.
Such is this love, sweet as honey and bitter as aloe.
Sol 6.1