تَذَكَّرْتُI recalled مِنْfrom رَامةٍRāmah مَوْرِداa watering place
تَذَكَّرْتُ مِنْ رَامةٍ مَوْرِدا
إِلىto مَائِهِits water العَذْبِsweet أَشْكُوI complain of الصَّداthirst
إِلى مَائِهِ العَذْبِ أَشْكُو الصَّدا
I recalled a watering place in Rāmah;
to its sweet water I complain of thirst.
مَنَازِلُdwellings قَدْalready نَزَلَتْهَاshe dwelt in them سُعَادُSuʿād
مَنَازِلُ قَدْ نَزَلَتْهَا سُعَادُ
وَإِلاَّand if not فَمَاthen not الطَّيْرُthe birds فِيهِاin them شَداsang
وَإِلاَّ فَمَا الطَّيْرُ فِيهِا شَدا
Dwellings where Suʿād once stayed—
otherwise, the birds would not have sung there.
لَثَمْتُI kissed ثَرَىthe soil of أَرْضِهَاher land بِالجُفُونِwith the eyelids
لَثَمْتُ ثَرَى أَرْضِهَا بِالجُفُونِ
ومِنْand from شَغَفِيmy ardor خِلْتُهَاI took it to be أَثْمَداantimony kohl
ومِنْ شَغَفِي خِلْتُهَا أَثْمَدا
I kissed the soil of her land with my eyelids;
and in my ardor I took it for kohl.
وَصَوَّرَهَاand pictured it الوَجْدُpassion لِيto me كَعْبَةًa Kaaba
وَصَوَّرَهَا الوَجْدُ لِي كَعْبَةً
فَأَلْزَمَنِيso it compelled me الشَّوْقُlonging أَنْthat أَسْجُداI prostrate myself
فَأَلْزَمَنِي الشَّوْقُ أَنْ أَسْجُدا
And passion pictured it to me as a Kaaba,
so longing compelled me to prostrate myself.
أُقبِّلُI kiss مُبْيَضَthe white part of أَرْكَانِهَاits corners
أُقبِّلُ مُبْيَضَ أَرْكَانِهَا
كَتَقْبِيليَlike my kissing الحَجَرَthe stone الأَسْوَداblack
كَتَقْبِيليَ الحَجَرَ الأَسْوَدا
I kiss the white of its corners,
as I kiss the Black Stone.
Sol 6.1