فَضَحتُI exposed بِدَمعِيwith my tears سِرَّthe secret of قَلبيmy heart صَبَابَةًout of longing
فَضَحتُ بِدَمعِي سِرَّ قَلبي صَبَابَةً
فأثَبتُّso I confirmed وَصفاًa description كانَwas مِنfrom قَبلِهِbefore it يُنفَىdenied
فأثَبتُّ وَصفاً كانَ مِن قَبلِهِ يُنفَى
In longing, I betrayed my heart's secret with my tears.
My tears revealed the secret of my heart impetuously,
Thus I confirmed a description that had previously been denied.
Establishing a description that had before been denied.
فُؤادٌa heart ذَكِيُّfiery النَّفحِthe breath لاnot يُسلِمُrelinquishes الجَوىlove's anguish
فُؤادٌ ذَكِيُّ النَّفحِ لا يُسلِمُ الجَوى
وجَفنٌand an eyelid وَجيٌّsore النَّفخِswelling لاnot يُسلِمُالَّذَّرفاgives up shedding tears
وجَفنٌ وَجيٌّ النَّفخِ لا يُسلِمُالَّذَّرفا
A heart with fiery breath, never relinquishing love's anguish;
An intelligent heart whose breath does not surrender passion,
And an eyelid sore with swelling, never ceasing to shed tears.
And an overflowing eyelid whose breath does not surrender tears.
فُطِرتُI was fashioned عَلىupon مِثلِthe likeness of الفُؤادِthe heart مَعwith الهوىlove
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 in the heart's likeness, in love's company.
I was created with a heart like this, with passion.
So my beloved is unseen, yet my love is not hidden.
My love does not appear and my love does not hide.
فَنِيتُI wasted away وماand not أدريI know سوىother than الوجدِardent longing ليfor me ضَنىًwasting sickness
فَنِيتُ وما أدري سوى الوجدِ لي ضَنىً
وَمِتُّand I died وماand not أدريI know سِوىother than البُعدِseparation ليfor me حَتفاdeath
وَمِتُّ وما أدري سِوى البُعدِ لي حَتفا
I wasted away, knowing no ailment but longing.
I perished and I knew nothing but the ecstasy that gave me sorrow,
And I died, knowing no doom but separation.
And I died and I knew nothing but the separation that gave me demise.
فَهاso here أناI am وَقفاًsuspended بينَbetween آسيَmy healer والرَّجاand hope
فَها أنا وَقفاً بينَ آسيَ والرَّجا
أُقَلِّبُI turn about طَرفيmy gaze لاneither أماماًahead ولاnor خَلفَاbehind
أُقَلِّبُ طَرفي لا أماماً ولا خَلفَا
So here I stand suspended between my healer and hope.
So here I stand between despair and hope,
I turn my gaze, neither ahead nor behind.
Turning my eyes neither forward nor backward.
فَصيحٌeloquent إذاwhen آنستُI perceived للحُبِّof love حَضرةًُa presence
فَصيحٌ إذا آنستُ للحُبِّ حَضرةًُ
فإنbut if غابَit is absent لمnot يَنطِقutters لِسَانِيmy tongue ولاnor even حَرفاa letter
فإن غابَ لم يَنطِق لِسَانِي ولا حَرفا
I am eloquent when I sense love's presence;
I cry out when I feel the presence of love,
But if it is absent, my tongue utters not a single letter.
And if it is absent, my tongue does not speak a word.
فَقَدتُكَI have lost you لَكِنbut لِيfor me بِذِكرِكَin remembering you سَلوَةٌsolace
فَقَدتُكَ لَكِن لِي بِذِكرِكَ سَلوَةٌ
ومَنand whoever فَقَدhas lost المَوصُوفَthe one described لَمnot يَفقِدِhas lost الوَصفَاthe description
ومَن فَقَد المَوصُوفَ لَم يَفقِدِ الوَصفَا
I have lost you, but in remembering you I find solace.
I lost you, but remembering you gives me consolation,
And whoever loses the one described does not lose the description.
And he who loses the described does not lose the description.
فَكُلُّso every طَريقٍpath لِيof mine إليكَto you مُبَلِّغٌleads
فَكُلُّ طَريقٍ لِي إليكَ مُبَلِّغٌ
وَرَدتُI reached water وَلَكنbut أطلُبُI seek المَوردَthe water source الأصفىthe purest
وَرَدتُ وَلَكن أطلُبُ المَوردَ الأصفى
So every path of mine leads me to you.
Every road to you conveys me,
I have reached water, yet I seek the purest source.
And though I return, I seek the purest spring.
فَزِدنيso give me more لِمَاfor what بِيis within me مِنof هَوىًpassion وصَبابةٍand ardent longing
فَزِدني لِمَا بِي مِن هَوىً وصَبابةٍ
تَزِدنيyou increase me التِذَاذَاًin delight كُلَّماwhenever زِدَتَنيyou increased me ضَعفاin weakness
تَزِدني التِذَاذَاً كُلَّما زِدَتَني ضَعفا
So, for the passion and yearning within me, give me more;
Increase me in the passion and impetuosity that is in me,
You will increase my delight whenever you increase my weakness.
Making me savor it all the more, the more it makes me weak.
فَلَولاكَso, were it not for you لَمnot أُضمِرI harbor غَراماًardent passion ولاnor هوىًlove
فَلَولاكَ لَم أُضمِر غَراماً ولا هوىً
ولولاكَand were it not for you لَمnot أشكُI complain اكتِتَاماًconcealment ولاnor كَشفاdisclosure
ولولاكَ لَم أشكُ اكتِتَاماً ولا كَشفا
But for you, I would harbor neither ardent passion nor love.
Were it not for you, I would not harbor any love or passion,
And but for you, I would complain of neither concealment nor disclosure.
And were it not for you, I would not suffer any darkness or light.
Sol 6.1