خُذْtake لِوَجْدِيfor my longing مِنْfrom ذِمَّةِthe pledge of protection of البُرَحَاءِanguish
خُذْ لِوَجْدِي مِنْ ذِمَّةِ البُرَحَاءِ
وَأَجِرْنِيand shelter me مِنْfrom لَوْعَتِيmy burning grief وَعَنَائِيand my suffering
وَأَجِرْنِي مِنْ لَوْعَتِي وَعَنَائِي
Secure for my longing a pledge of protection from anguish,
and shelter me from my burning grief and my suffering.
يَاO أَمِيراًa prince عَلىover المِلاَحِthe beautiful ones وَقَلْبِيand my heart
يَا أَمِيراً عَلى المِلاَحِ وَقَلْبِي
أَبَداًforever خَافِقٌfluttering لَهُfor him كاللِّوَاءِlike the banner
أَبَداً خَافِقٌ لَهُ كاللِّوَاءِ
O prince over the fair! And my heart
forever flutters for him like a banner.
وَبِنَجْدٍand in Najd عُرْبٌArabs نُزُولٌencamped أَضَاعُواthey neglected
وَبِنَجْدٍ عُرْبٌ نُزُولٌ أَضَاعُوا
للمُحبينَfor the lovers ذِمَّةَthe protection of النُّزَلاَءِthe guests
للمُحبينَ ذِمَّةَ النُّزَلاَءِ
And in Najd, Arabs encamped have neglected
the pledge of protection due to lovers as guests.
ضَرَبُواthey pitched خَيْمَةَthe tent of المَلِيحَةِthe beautiful woman فيin الرَّوضِthe meadow
ضَرَبُوا خَيْمَةَ المَلِيحَةِ في الرَّوضِ
وَأَجْرُواand they made flow أَنْهَارَهاher rivers مِنْfrom بُكَائِيmy weeping
وَأَجْرُوا أَنْهَارَها مِنْ بُكَائِي
They pitched the fair woman's tent in the meadow
and made her rivers flow from my weeping.
وَدَعُواand leave لِلعَقِيقِfor al-ʿAqīq دَمْعِيmy tears وَمِنْand from أَيْنَwhere
وَدَعُوا لِلعَقِيقِ دَمْعِي وَمِنْ أَيْنَ
لِدَمْعِيfor my tears العَقِيقَcarnelian لَوْلاَwere it not for دِمَائِيmy blood
لِدَمْعِي العَقِيقَ لَوْلاَ دِمَائِي
And leave my tears for al-ʿAqīq—whence
could my tears have carnelian, but for my blood?
فَهُمُfor they لأَعَدِمْتَهُمْmay I never lose them أَطْلَقُواthey released الدَّمْعَthe tears
فَهُمُ لأَعَدِمْتَهُمْ أَطْلَقُوا الدَّمْعَ
وَقَلْبِيand my heart فِيهِمْamong them مِنَone of الأسَرَاءِthe captives
وَقَلْبِي فِيهِمْ مِنَ الأسَرَاءِ
For they—may I never lose them—have unleashed my tears,
and my heart is one of their captives.
فِيin العُيونِthe eyes المَرِيضَةِlanguid الجَفْنِthe eyelid سُقْمِيmy sickness
فِي العُيونِ المَرِيضَةِ الجَفْنِ سُقْمِي
ياO لِقَوْمِيfor my people وَعِنْدَهُنَّand with them شِفَائِيmy cure
يا لِقَوْمِي وَعِنْدَهُنَّ شِفَائِي
In eyes with languid lids lies my sickness;
O my people! Yet with them lies my cure.
وَلِظَبْيand to the gazelle of الحِمَىthe sanctuary إشَارَةُthe allusion of وَجْدِيmy longing
وَلِظَبْي الحِمَى إشَارَةُ وَجْدِي
حِينَwhen أُكْنىI speak allusively عَنْabout ظَبْيةِthe doe of الوَعْسَاءِthe soft sandy ground
حِينَ أُكْنى عَنْ ظَبْيةِ الوَعْسَاءِ
And my longing points to the gazelle of the sanctuary
when I allude to the doe of the soft sands.
Sol 6.1