فَضَحْتَyou put to shame جِيدَthe neck of الغَزَالِthe gazelle بِالجَيَدِwith a long, graceful neck
فَضَحْتَ جِيدَ الغَزَالِ بِالجَيَدِ
وَفُقْتَهُand you surpassed it بِالدَّلاَلِin coy charm والغَيَدِand supple grace
وَفُقْتَهُ بِالدَّلاَلِ والغَيَدِ
You put the gazelle's neck to shame with your neck's grace,
And surpassed it in coy charm and supple grace.
وَكُنْتَand you were أَوْلىَmore entitled مِنَthan الغُصُونِthe branches بِمَاto what
وَكُنْتَ أَوْلىَ مِنَ الغُصُونِ بِمَا
يُعْزَىis ascribed لأَعْطَافِهَاto their supple limbs مِنَof المَيَدِswaying
يُعْزَى لأَعْطَافِهَا مِنَ المَيَدِ
And you had greater claim than the branches to what
Is ascribed to their limbs: their swaying.
يَاO سَاقِياًgiver of drink to مُهْجَتِيmy soul كُؤُوسَcups of هَوَىًlove
يَا سَاقِياً مُهْجَتِي كُؤُوسَ هَوَىً
وَسَايقاًand driving مُقْلَتِيmy eye إِلىto السَّهَدِsleeplessness
وَسَايقاً مُقْلَتِي إِلى السَّهَدِ
O you who give my soul cups of love to drink,
And drive my eye into sleeplessness,
حَسْبِيenough for me وَحَسْبُand enough for الهَوَىlove وَحَسْبُكَand enough for you مَاwhat
حَسْبِي وَحَسْبُ الهَوَى وَحَسْبُكَ مَا
يَفْعَلُهُdoes it الهَجْرُabandonment بيto me فَلاَso do not تَزِدadd more
يَفْعَلُهُ الهَجْرُ بي فَلاَ تَزِد
Enough for me, for love, and for you is what
Abandonment does to me; so add no more.
أَنَاI الذِيthe one who أَحْتَسِيI sip الخُدُودَcheeks فَلِمْso why
أَنَا الذِي أَحْتَسِي الخُدُودَ فَلِمْ
تسْتُرُهَاyou veil them بِالعِذَارِwith cheek hair وَالزَّرَدِand chain mail
تسْتُرُهَا بِالعِذَارِ وَالزَّرَدِ
I am the one who sips cheeks; so why
Do you veil them with cheek hair and chain mail?
حَلَلْتَyou lodged in قَلْبِيmy heart وَرُحْتَand you went on تَمْنَعُنِيyou forbid me
حَلَلْتَ قَلْبِي وَرُحْتَ تَمْنَعُنِي
حَلَّuntying نِطَاقٍa girdle بِالخَصْرِat the waist مُنْعَقِدِknotted
حَلَّ نِطَاقٍ بِالخَصْرِ مُنْعَقِدِ
You lodged in my heart, then went on to forbid me
To undo a girdle knotted at the waist.
عِنْدِيI have مِنَof الوَجْدِardent longing مَاthat which بهِto it أُحُدٌMount Uhud
عِنْدِي مِنَ الوَجْدِ مَا بهِ أُحُدٌ
يفِيcan measure up وَلَمْand have not أُبْدِهِI revealed it إِلىto أَحدِanyone
يفِي وَلَمْ أُبْدِهِ إِلى أَحدِ
I bear a longing that Mount Uhud
Can match; yet I have revealed it to no one.
كَمْhow many فِيكَon your account لِلعاذِلينَfor the reproachers مِنْof عَدَدٍnumbers
كَمْ فِيكَ لِلعاذِلينَ مِنْ عَدَدٍ
قَدْindeed أَتْعِبَتْhave exhausted قَبَلاَface-to-face لَهَاwith them عُدَدِيmy defenses
قَدْ أَتْعِبَتْ قَبَلاَ لَهَا عُدَدِي
How numerous are the reproachers over you,
They have exhausted my defenses as I confront them!
وَاoh عَجَباwhat wonder وَالدُّمُوعُand the tears فيin حلَبAleppo (milking pun)
وَا عَجَبا وَالدُّمُوعُ في حلَب
والقَلْبُand the heart حَرَّانَparched (Harran pun) وَهوwhile it فيin صَفدِfetters (Safad pun)
والقَلْبُ حَرَّانَ وَهو في صَفدِ
O wonder! Tears flow in Aleppo,
And the heart is parched—Harran—though fettered in Safad.
بِاللهِby God يَاO لَيْلِيmy night الطَّوُيِلَlong لَقَدْindeed
بِاللهِ يَا لَيْلِي الطَّوُيِلَ لَقَدْ
قَصَّرْتَyou shortened نَوْمِيmy sleep وَلَمْand have not تَعُدْreturned بِغَدِwith a morrow
قَصَّرْتَ نَوْمِي وَلَمْ تَعُدْ بِغَدِ
By God, O my long night, you have indeed
Shortened my sleep and brought no morrow.
جَعَلْتَyou made حَظِّيmy lot فِيin الحُبِّlove مُنْعَكِساًreversed
جَعَلْتَ حَظِّي فِي الحُبِّ مُنْعَكِساً
فَجُدْso grant generously بِوَصْلٍwith union للصِّبَّto the lovesick lover مُطِّرِدِuninterrupted
فَجُدْ بِوَصْلٍ للصِّبَّ مُطِّرِدِ
You have reversed my fortune in love;
So grant the lovesick lover uninterrupted union,
حَتَّىuntil تَرَانِيyou see me أَقُولُI say مِنْfrom طَرَبٍdelight
حَتَّى تَرَانِي أَقُولُ مِنْ طَرَبٍ
يَاO عَيْنُeye رُودِيroam وَياand O شَفَاةُlip رِدِيcome to drink
يَا عَيْنُ رُودِي وَيا شَفَاةُ رِدِي
Until you see me saying in delight:
O eye, roam, and O lip, come to drink!
أَوُدَعْتَنِيyou placed in me صِبْوةًa passion أَوَائِلُهَاits beginnings
أَوُدَعْتَنِي صِبْوةً أَوَائِلُهَا
يَقْصُرُfall short عَنْهاof them أَوَاخِرُthe farthest ends of الأَبدeternity
يَقْصُرُ عَنْها أَوَاخِرُ الأَبد
You placed in me a passion whose beginnings
The farthest reaches of eternity fall short of.
أَوْرَدْتِنيِyou made me drink فَوقَbeyond مَاwhat أُطِيقٌI can bear جَوَىًlove's anguish
أَوْرَدْتِنيِ فَوقَ مَا أُطِيقٌ جَوَىً
وَفَوْقَand beyond طَوقِيmy capacity فيin الحُبِّlove لاَdo not تَزِدِincrease
وَفَوْقَ طَوقِي في الحُبِّ لاَ تَزِدِ
You made me drink love's anguish beyond what I can bear;
And do not exceed my capacity in love.
فَإِنَّfor indeed مَنْwhoever كَانَis فَوْقَbeyond طَاقَتِهِhis capacity
فَإِنَّ مَنْ كَانَ فَوْقَ طَاقَتِهِ
يَحْمِلُbears تَعْجَزْfail قُوَاهُhis powers فَاتَّئِدِso go gently
يَحْمِلُ تَعْجَزْ قُوَاهُ فَاتَّئِدِ
For whoever, beyond his capacity,
Bears a burden will find his strength fail; so go gently.
رَوَيْتُI narrated قَتْلِيَmy slaying عَنْfrom مُقْلَتَيْكَyour two eyes فَفِيso in
رَوَيْتُ قَتْلِيَ عَنْ مُقْلَتَيْكَ فَفِي
رِوايَتيmy narration قَتْلَتِيmy slaying بلاwithout سَنَدِa chain of transmission
رِوايَتي قَتْلَتِي بلا سَنَدِ
I narrated my slaying on your two eyes' authority; so in
My account, my death has no chain of transmission.
فَلمْso did not يُكذِّبْcall false رِوَايَتِيmy narration أَحَدٌanyone
فَلمْ يُكذِّبْ رِوَايَتِي أَحَدٌ
إِذْsince لَمْnot يُكَذَّبْwas denied هَوَايَmy love مِنْby أَحَدِanyone
إِذْ لَمْ يُكَذَّبْ هَوَايَ مِنْ أَحَدِ
No one, then, called my account false,
Since my love was denied by no one.
بِالَّلهِby God لاَdo not تُرْسِلِsend الجُفُونَthe eyelids إِلىtoward
بِالَّلهِ لاَ تُرْسِلِ الجُفُونَ إِلى
قَلْبِيmy heart فَمَاfor there are no لِلقُلُوبِfor hearts مِنْany عَدَدِdefenses
قَلْبِي فَمَا لِلقُلُوبِ مِنْ عَدَدِ
By God, do not send your eyelids toward
My heart, for hearts have no defenses.
وَخلِّand leave alone جَفْنِيmy eyelid لاَdo not تُفِْنِهِdestroy it سِقماًthrough illness
وَخلِّ جَفْنِي لاَ تُفِْنِهِ سِقماً
لاَno بُدَّescape لِلرُّوحِfor the soul فِيكَin loving you مِنْfrom جَسَدِa body
لاَ بُدَّ لِلرُّوحِ فِيكَ مِنْ جَسَدِ
And spare my eyelid; do not waste it away with sickness:
In loving you, the soul must have a body.
مَاnot خُلْدِيَmy immortality بِالقُرْبِin nearness مِنْكَto you فَلِمْso why
مَا خُلْدِيَ بِالقُرْبِ مِنْكَ فَلِمْ
رَمَيْتَyou shot سَهْمَthe arrow of الجُفُونِthe eyelids فِيinto خَلَدِيmy inmost heart
رَمَيْتَ سَهْمَ الجُفُونِ فِي خَلَدِي
Being near you does not make me immortal; why, then,
Did you shoot the arrow of your eyelids into my inmost heart?
Sol 6.1