أَنْظُرْlook إِلىat حُسْنِthe beauty of هَذَاthis الطَّائِرِbird الهَزِجِmelodious
أَنْظُرْ إِلى حُسْنِ هَذَا الطَّائِرِ الهَزِجِ
وَحُسْنِand the beauty of بَهْجَةِthe splendor of زَهْرِthe blossoms of الرَّوْضَةِthe garden البَهجِradiant
وَحُسْنِ بَهْجَةِ زَهْرِ الرَّوْضَةِ البَهجِ
Look at the beauty of this melodious bird,
And the lovely splendor of the garden's radiant blossoms.
هَاتِيكَthat one there تُجْلَىis unveiled وَهَذَاand this one مُطْرِبٌdelighting with song غَرِدٌtuneful
هَاتِيكَ تُجْلَى وَهَذَا مُطْرِبٌ غَرِدٌ
مِنْfrom فَوْقِatop مِنْبَرِa pulpit of عُودِthe wood of المَنْدَلmandal (aromatic wood) الأَرجِfragrant
مِنْ فَوْقِ مِنْبَرِ عُودِ المَنْدَل الأَرجِ
That one is unveiled; this one is a delightful, tuneful singer,
From atop a pulpit of fragrant mandal wood.
فَعَاطِنِيthen hand me يَاO رَشِيقَgraceful القَدُin stature مَاwhat اعْتَصَرَتْpressed out
فَعَاطِنِي يَا رَشِيقَ القَدُ مَا اعْتَصَرَتْ
يَدُthe hand of المَلاَحةِbeauty لِيfor me مِنْfrom طَرْفِكَyour gaze الغَنِجِcoquettish
يَدُ المَلاَحةِ لِي مِنْ طَرْفِكَ الغَنِجِ
Then hand me, O you of graceful stature, what was pressed
For me by beauty's hand from your coquettish gaze.
فَمَاfor neither المُدَامَةُwine فيin سَلْبِstealing العُقُولِminds بِهَاthrough it
فَمَا المُدَامَةُ في سَلْبِ العُقُولِ بِهَا
مَاnor لسُّكْرُdrunkenness (unclear spelling) أَسْلَبُmore thieving مِنْthan عَيْنَيْكَyour two eyes للمُهَجِof souls
مَا لسُّكْرُ أَسْلَبُ مِنْ عَيْنَيْكَ للمُهَجِ
For neither wine, in its stealing of minds,
Nor drunkenness steals souls more than your eyes.
صِرْفاًunmixed فإنْand if رُمْتَyou seek مَزْجاًa blend يَاO مُنَىdesire of أَمَلِيmy hope
صِرْفاً فإنْ رُمْتَ مَزْجاً يَا مُنَى أَمَلِي
دَعْهَاlet it بِرِقَّةِwith the tenderness of وَجْدِيmy passion فِيْكَfor you تَمْتَزِجِmingle
دَعْهَا بِرِقَّةِ وَجْدِي فِيْكَ تَمْتَزِجِ
Unmixed; and if you seek a blend, O desire of my hope,
Let it mingle with the tenderness of my passion for you.
كَمْhow often بِتُI spent the night فيin لَيْلَةٍa night أَرْيَاجُهَاits fragrances (uncertain form) غَلَبَتْoverpowered
كَمْ بِتُ في لَيْلَةٍ أَرْيَاجُهَا غَلَبَتْ
عَلىdespite التشَعُّثِdisarray ضَوءَthe light of الشَّمْسِthe sun فِيin السُّرُجِthe lamps
عَلى التشَعُّثِ ضَوءَ الشَّمْسِ فِي السُّرُجِ
How often I spent a night whose fragrances overpowered,
Despite their dispersal, the sun's light in the lamps.
صَرَخْتُI cried out فِيْهَاwithin it بِإِسْمِكَwith your name كَيْso that أُصَبِّرَهَاgive it patience (perhaps 'turn it')
صَرَخْتُ فِيْهَا بِإِسْمِكَ كَيْ أُصَبِّرَهَا
مِنْof لُؤلُوءٍpearl بَعْدَafter ماthat كَانَتْit had been مِنَof السَّيَجِunclear; possibly obsidian
مِنْ لُؤلُوءٍ بَعْدَ ما كَانَتْ مِنَ السَّيَجِ
I cried your name within it, to turn it [uncertain reading]
Into pearl, after it had been obsidian [uncertain reading].
وَكَمْand how often فَتَحْتُI opened لِضَيْفِfor the guest of الطَّيْفِthe dream-vision مِنْout of سَرَفِيmy extravagance
وَكَمْ فَتَحْتُ لِضَيْفِ الطَّيْفِ مِنْ سَرَفِي
بَابَthe gate of المَنَايَاdeaths فَأَنْبَاthen announced (uncertain form) عَمَّىobscured (context unclear) لَمْdid not يَلِجِenter
بَابَ المَنَايَا فَأَنْبَا عَمَّى لَمْ يَلِجِ
And how often, in my extravagance, I opened for the visiting dream-phantom
The gate of death; then [unclear wording] it did not enter.
وَكَمْand how often سَأَلْتُI asked حُدَاةَthe singing drivers of العِيسِthe pale camels أَنْto يَقِفُواstop
وَكَمْ سَأَلْتُ حُدَاةَ العِيسِ أَنْ يَقِفُوا
فيat رَسْمِthe traces of مَنْزِلِهِhis dwelling أَوْor سَفْحِthe slope of مُنْعَرَجِa bend
في رَسْمِ مَنْزِلِهِ أَوْ سَفْحِ مُنْعَرَجِ
And how often I asked the pale camels' singing drivers to stop
At the traces of his dwelling, or the slope of a bend.
وكَمْand how often بَذَلْتُI offered جَميِعِيmy whole self غَيْرَnot مُكْتَرِثٍconcerned
وكَمْ بَذَلْتُ جَميِعِي غَيْرَ مُكْتَرِثٍ
وَصُنْتُand I guarded سِرِّكَyour secret فيin قَلْبٍa heart عَلَيْكَfor you شَجِيsorrowful
وَصُنْتُ سِرِّكَ في قَلْبٍ عَلَيْكَ شَجِي
And how often I offered my whole self, heedless,
And guarded your secret in a heart sorrowing for you.
وَشِمْتُand I watched بَرْقاًlightning عَلىover الجَرْعَاءِthe sandy ground أَخْفَقَmore tremulous مِنْthan
وَشِمْتُ بَرْقاً عَلى الجَرْعَاءِ أَخْفَقَ مِنْ
قَلْبِيmy heart عَلَيْكَfor you وَجَفنٍand an eyelid فِيكَfor you مُخْتَلِجِquivering
قَلْبِي عَلَيْكَ وَجَفنٍ فِيكَ مُخْتَلِجِ
And I watched lightning over the sandy ground, more tremulous than
My heart for you and an eyelid quivering for you.
حَتَّىuntil سَمِعُتُI heard لِكَfor you البُشْرَglad tidings لِتَهْنَأَso you may rejoice قَدْalready
حَتَّى سَمِعُتُ لِكَ البُشْرَ لِتَهْنَأَ قَدْ
ذُكِرْتَyou were mentioned ثَمَّthere عَلىdespite مَاwhat فِيكَis within you مِنْof عِوَجِcrookedness
ذُكِرْتَ ثَمَّ عَلى مَا فِيكَ مِنْ عِوَجِ
Until I heard glad tidings for you: may you rejoice—you have
Been mentioned there, despite the crookedness within you.
وَصَارَand became ثَبْتُكَyour record فيin مَجْرَىthe course of تَحَنُّنِtender compassion فِيin
وَصَارَ ثَبْتُكَ في مَجْرَى تَحَنُّنِ فِي
إِيْجَابِthe affirmation of سِرِّىmy secret مِنْfrom نَفْسٍa soul عَلىupon نَهَجِa path
إِيْجَابِ سِرِّى مِنْ نَفْسٍ عَلى نَهَجِ
And your record entered the current of compassion, in
The affirmation of my secret, from a soul upon a path.
فَلَمْso did not أَقُلْI say لِلصَّبَاto the east wind مِنْfrom بَعْدِهَاafter it احْتَمِلِيcarry
فَلَمْ أَقُلْ لِلصَّبَا مِنْ بَعْدِهَا احْتَمِلِي
لِلَمِّto gather شَخْصِيmy person وَلاَnor نَحْوَtoward الخِيَامِthe tents عُجِيturn aside
لِلَمِّ شَخْصِي وَلاَ نَحْوَ الخِيَامِ عُجِي
So afterward I did not ask the east wind to bear me along
To gather my scattered self, nor to turn toward the tents.
Sol 6.1