عَلَيْكَfor you حَمَامَاتُthe doves الأَرَاكِthe arak trees تَنُوحُlament
عَلَيْكَ حَمَامَاتُ الأَرَاكِ تَنُوحُ
وَبِاسْمِكَand in your name أَنْفَاسُbreaths العَبِيرِperfume تَفُوحَwaft
وَبِاسْمِكَ أَنْفَاسُ العَبِيرِ تَفُوحَ
For you the doves of the arak trees lament,
And in your name the breaths of perfume waft.
فَهَلْso have حُدِّثَتْbeen told عَنْكَof you الرِّيَاضُthe gardens فإِنَّنِيfor indeed I
فَهَلْ حُدِّثَتْ عَنْكَ الرِّيَاضُ فإِنَّنِي
أَرىَI see البِشْرَjoy فيِin وَجْهِthe face of الرِّيَاضِthe gardens يَلُوحُshining
أَرىَ البِشْرَ فيِ وَجْهِ الرِّيَاضِ يَلُوحُ
Have the gardens, then, been told of you? For I
See joy shining in the gardens' face.
تُذِيعُreveal دُمُوعِيmy tears سِرَّthe secret of وَجْدِيmy passion كَأَنَّهَاas though they were
تُذِيعُ دُمُوعِي سِرَّ وَجْدِي كَأَنَّهَا
لِنَصِّon the text of أَحَادِيثَtales of الغَرَامِardent love شُروُحُcommentaries
لِنَصِّ أَحَادِيثَ الغَرَامِ شُروُحُ
My tears reveal the secret of my passion, as though they were
Commentaries on the text of love's tales.
وَلَوْلاَكَand but for you ماnot هَبَّblew النَّسِيمُthe breeze مُعَطَّراًperfumed
وَلَوْلاَكَ ما هَبَّ النَّسِيمُ مُعَطَّراً
وَلاَnor رَاحَbegan to نَشْرُthe scent of المِسْكِmusk مِنْهُfrom it يَفُوحُwaft
وَلاَ رَاحَ نَشْرُ المِسْكِ مِنْهُ يَفُوحُ
And but for you, the breeze would not have blown perfumed,
Nor would the scent of musk have begun to waft from it.
Sol 6.1