يَاO سَيْفَsword مُقْلَتِهِhis eye سَكِرْتَyou have grown drunk فَعَرْبِدِso run wild
يَا سَيْفَ مُقْلَتِهِ سَكِرْتَ فَعَرْبِدِ
كَيْفَhow اشْتَهَرْتَyou have been unsheathed عَلىagainst المُحِبِّthe lover المُكْمَدِgrief-stricken
كَيْفَ اشْتَهَرْتَ عَلى المُحِبِّ المُكْمَدِ
O sword of his eye, you have grown drunk—now run riot!
O sword of his eye, you have grown drunk—so run wild!
How came you to be unsheathed against the grief-worn lover?
How have you been drawn against the grief-stricken lover?
ورَمَيْتَand you shot عَنْfrom قَوْسِthe bow of الفُتُورِlanguor فَأَصْبَحَتْso they became
ورَمَيْتَ عَنْ قَوْسِ الفُتُورِ فَأَصْبَحَتْ
غَرَضاًa target لأَسْهُمِكَfor your arrows القُلُوبُthe hearts فَسَدِّدِso aim true
غَرَضاً لأَسْهُمِكَ القُلُوبُ فَسَدِّدِ
You loosed from the bow of languor, and so
And you shot from the bow of languor, so they became
hearts became a target for your arrows—then aim true.
a target for your arrows—the hearts—so aim true!
مَنْwhoever لَمْdoes not يَمُتْdie بِعَذَابِfrom the torment of حُرْقَةِburning anguish قَلْبِهِhis heart
مَنْ لَمْ يَمُتْ بِعَذَابِ حُرْقَةِ قَلْبِهِ
مُتَنَعِّماًdelighting لاَmay ... not فَازَgain مِنْكَfrom you بِمَوْعِدِwith a promised meeting
مُتَنَعِّماً لاَ فَازَ مِنْكَ بِمَوْعِدِ
Whoever does not die from the torment of his heart’s burning,
Whoever does not die from the torment of his heart's burning anguish,
delighting in it—may he never win a promised tryst from you.
delighting in it—may he gain no promised meeting from you.
لِلصَّبِّfor the lovesick lover أُسْوَةُa model خَالِthe mole of خَدِّكَyour cheek إِنَّهُindeed, it
لِلصَّبِّ أُسْوَةُ خَالِ خَدِّكَ إِنَّهُ
مُتَمَتِّعُtaking delight فِيin جَمْرِهِits embers المُتَوَقِّدِblazing
مُتَمَتِّعُ فِي جَمْرِهِ المُتَوَقِّدِ
Your cheek’s mole offers the lovesick lover solace: it too
For the lovesick lover, your cheek's mole is a model; indeed, it
takes its pleasure amid its blazing embers.
takes delight in its blazing embers.
Sol 6.1