ألَمHas it not يأنِbecome time أَنthat يَروىdrink its fill فؤادُthe heart of مُتَيَّمٍa love-stricken one
ألَم يأنِ أَن يَروى فؤادُ مُتَيَّمٍ
تفيضُoverflow مَاقيthe inner corners of جَفنهِhis eyelid وَهوَwhile he يَظمَأُthirsts
تفيضُ مَاقي جَفنهِ وَهوَ يَظمَأُ
Has the time not come for a lover's heart to drink its fill?
Has not the time come for the heart of an ardent lover to be sated,
The corners of his eyelids overflow, yet he thirsts.
While tears flow from his eyelids though he thirsts?
أصابَتهُstruck him عَينٌan eye أغمَدَتsheathed نَصلَthe blade of وَصلِهِhis union
أصابَتهُ عَينٌ أغمَدَت نَصلَ وَصلِهِ
وقَلبُand the heart of الهَويthe lover مَنwhoever كانَhe may be قَلبٌa heart مُرَزَّأsorely afflicted
وقَلبُ الهَوي مَن كانَ قَلبٌ مُرَزَّأ
An eye struck him, sheathing the blade of his union;
An eye has struck him that sheathed the blade of his connection,
And the lover's heart, whoever he may be, is a heart sorely afflicted.
And the heart of passion is what was once a protected heart.
أُحِبُّI love حَبيباa beloved لاnot أُسَمَّيهِI name him هَيبَةًout of awe
أُحِبُّ حَبيبا لا أُسَمَّيهِ هَيبَةً
وَكتمُand concealing الهَوىlove للقَلبِto the heart أنكىmore grievous وأنكأُand more wounding
وَكتمُ الهَوى للقَلبِ أنكى وأنكأُ
I love a beloved whom I do not name, out of awe;
I love a beloved I do not name out of awe,
And concealing love is more grievous and more wounding to the heart.
And hiding passion is more painful for the heart.
أغارُI am jealous عَليهِover him مِنof هَوايَmy love وكيفَand how لاnot
أغارُ عَليهِ مِن هَوايَ وكيفَ لا
أغارُI am jealous عَلَيهِover him مِنof سَوايَothers besides me وأبرَأُand I recover
أغارُ عَلَيهِ مِن سَوايَ وأبرَأُ
I am jealous over him even of my own love—how could I not
I am jealous of my love for him, so how can I not
Be jealous over him of others—and how could I recover?
Be jealous of anyone else and declare innocent?
أَبِيتُI spend the night أُعانيI endure فيهِfor his sake حَرَّthe heat of جَوانِحِيmy ribs
أَبِيتُ أُعاني فيهِ حَرَّ جَوانِحِي
وَبينَand between جُفُونيmy eyelids مَدمَعٌa flow of tears لَيسَdoes not يَرقأُcease flowing
وَبينَ جُفُوني مَدمَعٌ لَيسَ يَرقأُ
I spend the night enduring, for his sake, the burning in my breast,
I stay up suffering from the heat of my sides,
And between my eyelids is a flow of tears that will not cease.
And between my eyelids is a tear that does not dry.
أراهُI see him بقَلبٍwith a heart كُلَّevery يَومٍday ولَيلَةٍand night
أراهُ بقَلبٍ كُلَّ يَومٍ ولَيلَةٍ
وإنand though كنتُI am عَنfrom وِردِthe watering-place of الوِصالِunion أُحَلأُI am driven away
وإن كنتُ عَن وِردِ الوِصالِ أُحَلأُ
I see him with my heart each day and night,
I see him in my heart every day and night,
Though I am driven away from the watering-place of union.
Even though I am deprived of the visitation of union.
أتَانِيcame to me كِتابٌa letter مِنهُfrom him قُمتُI fulfilled بِحَقِّهِits due
أتَانِي كِتابٌ مِنهُ قُمتُ بِحَقِّهِ
فَهاso here أنَاI am أبكيI weep مَاas much as استَطَعتُI can وأقرأُand I read
فَها أنَا أبكي مَا استَطَعتُ وأقرأُ
A letter came to me from him; I gave it its due:
A letter came to me from him. I stood up for his right
So here I am, weeping as much as I can, and reading.
And here I am, crying as much as I was able and reading.
أياO مَنthe one هَواهُlove for him حَلَّhas settled in سَمعِيmy hearing ونَاظِريand my eye
أيا مَن هَواهُ حَلَّ سَمعِي ونَاظِري
وَقَلبيand my heart فَماليso I have no مِنهُfrom it مَنجَىًescape ومَلجَأُand refuge
وَقَلبي فَمالي مِنهُ مَنجَىً ومَلجَأُ
O you whose love has lodged in my hearing and my eye,
O he whose love took hold of my hearing and sight
And my heart—so I have no escape or refuge from it.
And my heart - what refuge and sanctuary do I have from him?
أَغِثنيrescue me بِيَومٍwith a day مِنof لقائِكَmeeting you واحدٍsingle
أَغِثني بِيَومٍ مِن لقائِكَ واحدٍ
فإنّيfor I بيومٍwith a day منof لقائِكَmeeting you أجزَأُI am content
فإنّي بيومٍ من لقائِكَ أجزَأُ
Rescue me with a single day of meeting you;
Help me with a single day of meeting you
For I am content with a day of meeting you.
For I will be satisfied with a day of meeting you.
أُعلِّلُI console نَفسيmyself مِنكَfrom you بالوَصلِwith union والرِّضَاand favor
أُعلِّلُ نَفسي مِنكَ بالوَصلِ والرِّضَا
ومَنand who ليfor me بهِwith it وَهوَwhile it is النَّعيمُbliss المُهَنَّأُuntroubled
ومَن لي بهِ وَهوَ النَّعيمُ المُهَنَّأُ
I console myself with hopes of union and favor from you;
I console myself from you with connection and consent,
And who can secure it for me—that untroubled bliss?
And who can grant me that, which is blissful prosperity?
Sol 6.1