يَاO عَرَبَArabs الحَيِّthe encampment عُذَّلِيmy reproachers عَدَدُa multitude
يَا عَرَبَ الحَيِّ عُذَّلِي عَدَدُ
وَيْلاَهُAlas! أَيْنَwhere الرِّجَالُthe men وَالعُدَدُand the arms
وَيْلاَهُ أَيْنَ الرِّجَالُ وَالعُدَدُ
O Arabs of the encampment, my reproachers are many.
Alas! Where are the men and the arms?
مَاnot صَحَّproved sound فِيin حُبِّهِlove for him سِوىَexcept سَقَمِيmy sickness
مَا صَحَّ فِي حُبِّهِ سِوىَ سَقَمِي
بِكُمْbecause of you وَمَاتَand died السُّلُوsolace والجَلدُand endurance
بِكُمْ وَمَاتَ السُّلُو والجَلدُ
Nothing in love for him proved sound but my sickness
Because of you; and solace and endurance have died.
عَهْدِيmy recollection وَجِيدُand the neck الكَثيِبِof the sand dune طَوَّقَهُhe encircled it
عَهْدِي وَجِيدُ الكَثيِبِ طَوَّقَهُ
مِنْكُمْfrom you بِطَوْقٍwith a collar كَالعِقْدِlike a necklace يَنْتَضِدُis arranged in order
مِنْكُمْ بِطَوْقٍ كَالعِقْدِ يَنْتَضِدُ
I recall how he encircled the sand dune's neck
With a collar from you, strung like a necklace.
يَزْدَادُincreases مِنْfrom مَاءِwater ورْدِهِhis rose عَطَشاًin thirst
يَزْدَادُ مِنْ مَاءِ ورْدِهِ عَطَشاً
لحِسُنِهِbecause of his beauty كُلٌّevery وَارِدٍone seeking water يَرِدُcomes to drink
لحِسُنِهِ كُلٌّ وَارِدٍ يَرِدُ
From the water of his rose, thirst grows
In every drinker who comes, because of his beauty.
مِنْfrom كُلِّevery رَامِيarcher of العُيُونِthe eyes مَعْرَكَةٌa battle
مِنْ كُلِّ رَامِي العُيُونِ مَعْرَكَةٌ
مَعْwith وَجْنَتَيْهِhis two cheeks وَصُدْغُهُand his temple-lock الزَّرَدُthe chain mail
مَعْ وَجْنَتَيْهِ وَصُدْغُهُ الزَّرَدُ
Every archer of glances wages battle
With his two cheeks; and his temple-lock is chain mail.
Sol 6.1