ذَكَرتُكَI remembered you فَارتاحَso it thrilled الفُؤَادُthe heart صَبابَةًwith longing
ذَكَرتُكَ فَارتاحَ الفُؤَادُ صَبابَةً
إليكَfor you وَمَاand there is no لِيfor me مِنfrom إسَارِكَyour bonds مُنقِذُrescuer
إليكَ وَمَا لِي مِن إسَارِكَ مُنقِذُ
I remembered you, and my heart thrilled with longing
I remembered you and my heart found rest, refreshed,
for you; I have no rescuer from your bonds.
Yearning for you though I have no means of reaching you,
ذُعِرتُI was terrified لِفُقدانِat the loss of الوِصَالِunion بِضُرِّهِby its pain
ذُعِرتُ لِفُقدانِ الوِصَالِ بِضُرِّهِ
وذلكَand that ذُعرٌa terror لَيسَthere is no منهُfrom it تَعَوُّذُseeking refuge
وذلكَ ذُعرٌ لَيسَ منهُ تَعَوُّذُ
I was terrified at the pain of losing union,
I was disturbed by the loss of union and its pain,
and that is a terror from which there is no refuge.
A disturbance from which there is no protection,
ذَمائِيَmy remaining life مَسفُوحٌspilled بمَدرَجَةِalong the path of الهَوىlove
ذَمائِيَ مَسفُوحٌ بمَدرَجَةِ الهَوى
وقَلبيand my heart بنِيرانِinto the fires of الصَّبَابَةِlonging يُنبَذُis cast
وقَلبي بنِيرانِ الصَّبَابَةِ يُنبَذُ
My life's last remnant is spilled along love's path,
My tears pouring down the path of passion
and my heart is cast into the fires of longing.
While my heart is thrown into the fires of freshness,
ذَوارِفُflowing streams of دَمعِيmy tears بالدِّماءِwith blood مَشوبَةٌmingled
ذَوارِفُ دَمعِي بالدِّماءِ مَشوبَةٌ
وَماذَاكَand that is not إلاَّexcept أنَّthat قَلبِيmy heart مُجَذَذُcut to pieces
وَماذَاكَ إلاَّ أنَّ قَلبِي مُجَذَذُ
My streaming tears are mingled with blood,
The overflow of my tears tinged with blood,
and that is only because my heart is cut to pieces.
Nothing else but my lacerated heart,
ذهَلتُI lost all thought عنof السُّلوانِsolace والحُبُّand love آفَةٌan affliction
ذهَلتُ عن السُّلوانِ والحُبُّ آفَةٌ
يحَارُis bewildered بهاby it النِّحرِيرُthe expert وَهوَthough he is مُجَبَذُseasoned
يحَارُ بها النِّحرِيرُ وَهوَ مُجَبَذُ
I have lost all thought of solace, and love is an affliction
I became heedless of solace and love is a calamity
that baffles the expert, seasoned though he is.
Silk is confused by it and strongly pulled,
ذَرَانيleave me, you two فَمِاfor ... not عَرَّضتُI exposed للحُبِّto love مُهجَتيmy lifeblood
ذَرَاني فَمِا عَرَّضتُ للحُبِّ مُهجَتي
وَلَكنand yet سِهَامُthe arrows of الحُبِّlove فيin القَلبِthe heart نُفَّذُpiercing through
وَلَكن سِهَامُ الحُبِّ في القَلبِ نُفَّذُ
Leave me, you two, for I did not expose my lifeblood to love;
It left me so I did not expose my love,
and yet love's arrows pierce through the heart.
But the arrows of love pierced my heart and settled,
ذوىhas withered زَهَرُthe blossom of اللَّذَّاتِpleasures فِيكَfor you صَبابَةٌlonging
ذوى زَهَرُ اللَّذَّاتِ فِيكَ صَبابَةٌ
كأنَّas though انسِكابَthe downpour of المُزنthe rain clouds مِنهُfrom it مُؤَخَّذُwithheld
كأنَّ انسِكابَ المُزن مِنهُ مُؤَخَّذُ
The blossom of pleasures has withered from longing for you,
The flowers of pleasures have withered in you refreshed
as though the clouds' downpour were withheld from it.
As if the dripping of sap were extracted from it,
ذُبابُthe sword-point of الأسَىsorrow بَينَbetween الجَوانحِthe ribs لامِعٌgleaming
ذُبابُ الأسَى بَينَ الجَوانحِ لامِعٌ
وَلَيسَand there is no لِقَلبِيfor my heart مِنfrom عِذارَيهِits two edges مَنفَذُescape
وَلَيسَ لِقَلبِي مِن عِذارَيهِ مَنفَذُ
The sword-point of sorrow gleams between my ribs,
The flies of sorrow glittering inside my chest
and my heart has no escape from its two edges.
With no outlet from it for my heart,
ذَلَلتُI humbled myself لِمَحبُوبٍto a beloved هُوَhe is القَلبُthe heart كلُّهُall of it
ذَلَلتُ لِمَحبُوبٍ هُوَ القَلبُ كلُّهُ
عَلَىnotwithstanding أنَّنِيthat I فِيin ذِلَّتيmy abasement أتَلَذَّذُI take delight
عَلَى أنَّنِي فِي ذِلَّتي أتَلَذَّذُ
I have humbled myself before a beloved who is my whole heart,
I yielded to a beloved who has all my heart
though I find delight in my abasement.
And in my humiliation, I find delight,
ذِمَامُكَyour covenant مَحفُوظٌkept وَحَقُّكَand your right واجبٌbinding
ذِمَامُكَ مَحفُوظٌ وَحَقُّكَ واجبٌ
وَحكمُكَand your decree مَحتُومirrevocable وأنتَand you are المُنَفِّذٌُthe enforcer
وَحكمُكَ مَحتُوم وأنتَ المُنَفِّذٌُ
Your covenant is kept, and your right is binding;
Your reins are protected and your right is obligatory
and your decree is irrevocable, and you enforce it.
Your rule predetermined and you are the executor.
Sol 6.1