طيفٌa phantom وساجعةٌand a cooing bird ودنّa wine jar قوافيrhymes
طيفٌ وساجعةٌ ودنّ قوافي
وثمالةٌand dregs منof صوتكَyour voice الشّفافِtransparent
وثمالةٌ من صوتكَ الشّفافِ
A phantom, a cooing dove, and a wine jar of rhymes;
A phantom and a cooing bird and a wine jar of rhymes,
and intoxication drawn from your crystalline voice.
And the dregs of your limpid voice;
ذكرىa memory وأمنيةٌand a wish ولحنٌand a melody واجفٌtrembling
ذكرى وأمنيةٌ ولحنٌ واجفٌ
يبكيهweeps for it .. منfrom فرطِexcess of الحنينlonging .. شغافيmy heart's core
يبكيه .. من فرطِ الحنين .. شغافي
A memory, a wish, and a trembling melody—
A memory and a wish and a trembling melody,
the core of my heart weeps for it, out of sheer longing.
My heart's core weeps for it out of overwhelming longing.
ومدادُand ink شوقٍlonging حازَcaptured أفئدةَhearts الورىhumankind
ومدادُ شوقٍ حازَ أفئدةَ الورى
ثكلتكَmay she be bereaved of you أمّكَyour mother .. ذاكَthat بعضُsome of سلافيmy choicest wine
ثكلتكَ أمّكَ .. ذاكَ بعضُ سلافي
And ink of longing that has won the hearts of all humankind.
And ink of longing that captured the hearts of humankind;
May your mother be bereaved of you! That is but some of my choicest wine.
May your mother be bereaved of you! That is some of my choicest wine.
شرِبَdrank الغريبُthe stranger وماand not تعمّدتُI intended القِرىhospitality
شرِبَ الغريبُ وما تعمّدتُ القِرى
نخْبَa toast الغرامِlove وأنتَand you عنهfrom it مجافيaloof
نخْبَ الغرامِ وأنتَ عنه مجافي
A stranger drank it, though I never meant to offer hospitality—
The stranger drank—though I had not intended hospitality—
the toast of passion—while you hold yourself aloof from it.
A toast to love, while you turn away from it.
تخشىyou fear وقوعكَyour falling ؟ والسلامةُand safety أضلعيmy ribs ؟
تخشى وقوعكَ ؟ والسلامةُ أضلعي ؟
والسّعدُand bliss كلّall السعدbliss فيin أكنافيmy embrace ؟!!!
والسّعدُ كلّ السعد في أكنافي ؟!!!
Do you fear falling, when safety itself is my ribs?
Do you fear falling, when my ribs offer safety,
And bliss—all bliss—is within my embrace?!
And bliss—all bliss—is in my embrace?!
Sol 6.1