أَلَمْhas it not يَأْنِbecome time أَنْto تَرْوِيyou quench قُلَيْبَthe little heart of مُتَيَّمٍone enslaved by love
أَلَمْ يَأْنِ أَنْ تَرْوِي قُلَيْبَ مُتَيَّمٍ
تَفِيضُoverflow أَمَاقِيthe inner corners of جَفْنِهِhis eyelid وَهْوَwhile he يَظْمَأُthirsts
تَفِيضُ أَمَاقِي جَفْنِهِ وَهْوَ يَظْمَأُ
Is it not time for you to quench the little heart of one enslaved by love?
His eye's inner corners overflow, yet he thirsts.
أَصَابَتْهُstruck him عَيْنٌan eye أَغْمَدَتْsheathed نَصْلَthe blade of فَصْلِهِhis separation
أَصَابَتْهُ عَيْنٌ أَغْمَدَتْ نَصْلَ فَصْلِهِ
وَقَلْبُand the heart of الهَوىlove مَنْwhoever كَانَhe may be قَلْبٌa heart مُرَزَّأُstricken by loss
وَقَلْبُ الهَوى مَنْ كَانَ قَلْبٌ مُرَزَّأُ
An eye struck him, sheathing the blade of his separation;
And love's heart, whoever bears it, is a heart stricken by loss.
أُحِبُّI love حَبِيباًa beloved لاَnot أُسَمِّيهِI name him هَيْبَةًout of awe
أُحِبُّ حَبِيباً لاَ أُسَمِّيهِ هَيْبَةً
وَكَتْمُand concealing الهَوَىlove لِلقَلْبِto the heart أَنْكَىmore hurtful وَأَنْكَأُand more wounding
وَكَتْمُ الهَوَى لِلقَلْبِ أَنْكَى وَأَنْكَأُ
I love a beloved whom, in awe, I do not name;
And concealing love is more hurtful, more wounding to the heart.
أَخَافَI fear عَلَيْهِfor him مِنْfrom هَوَاىَmy passion فَكَيْفَso how لاَnot
أَخَافَ عَلَيْهِ مِنْ هَوَاىَ فَكَيْفَ لاَ
أَغَارُI am jealous عَلَيْهِover him مِنْof سِوَاىَanyone but me وَأَبْرَأُand I am blameless
أَغَارُ عَلَيْهِ مِنْ سِوَاىَ وَأَبْرَأُ
I fear for him from my own passion; how, then, could I not
be jealous over him of anyone else? And I am blameless.
أَبِيتُI spend the night أُعَانِيI suffer فِيهِfor him حَرَّthe heat of جَوَانِحِيmy ribs
أَبِيتُ أُعَانِي فِيهِ حَرَّ جَوَانِحِي
وَبَيْنَand between جُفُونيmy eyelids مَدْمَعٌa flow of tears لَيْسَdoes not يَرْقَأُcease
وَبَيْنَ جُفُوني مَدْمَعٌ لَيْسَ يَرْقَأُ
I spend the night, for his sake, enduring the heat within my ribs,
And between my eyelids flows a stream of tears that will not cease.
أَرَاهُI see him بِقَلبِيwith my heart كُلَّevery يَوْمٍday وَلَيْلَةٍand night
أَرَاهُ بِقَلبِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ وَلَيْلَةٍ
وَإنْand even though كُنتُI am عَنْfrom وِرْدِthe watering place of الوِصالِunion أُحَلأُI am driven away
وَإنْ كُنتُ عَنْ وِرْدِ الوِصالِ أُحَلأُ
I see him with my heart each day and night,
Even though I am driven from the watering place of union.
أَتانيcame to me كِتَابُa letter مِنْهُfrom him قُمْتُI fulfilled بِحَقِّهِwhat was due to it
أَتاني كِتَابُ مِنْهُ قُمْتُ بِحَقِّهِ
فَهَاso here أَنَاI am أبْكيI weep مَاas much as اسْتَطَعْتُI can وأَقْرَأُand I read
فَهَا أَنَا أبْكي مَا اسْتَطَعْتُ وأَقْرَأُ
A letter came to me from him; I gave it its due:
So here I am, weeping as much as I can and reading.
أَتَانيِcame to me هَوَاهُlove of him مِلءُfilling سَمْعِيmy hearing وَنَاظِرِيand my sight
أَتَانيِ هَوَاهُ مِلءُ سَمْعِي وَنَاظِرِي
وَقَلْبيand my heart فَمَالِيso I have no مِنْهُfrom it مَلْجاًrefuge وَمَنْجَأُand escape
وَقَلْبي فَمَالِي مِنْهُ مَلْجاً وَمَنْجَأُ
Love of him came to me, filling my hearing and my sight,
And my heart; I have no refuge or escape from it.
أَغِثْنيrescue me بِيَوْمٍwith a day مِنْof لِقَائِكَmeeting you وَاحِدٍsingle
أَغِثْني بِيَوْمٍ مِنْ لِقَائِكَ وَاحِدٍ
فَإنيfor indeed I بِيَوْمٍwith a day مِنْof لِقَائِكَmeeting you أُجْزَأُam content
فَإني بِيَوْمٍ مِنْ لِقَائِكَ أُجْزَأُ
Rescue me with a single day of meeting you,
For one day of meeting you would suffice me.
أُغَالِطُI delude نَفْسِيmyself مِنْكَfrom you بِالوَصْلِwith union وَالرِّضَىand favor
أُغَالِطُ نَفْسِي مِنْكَ بِالوَصْلِ وَالرِّضَى
وَمَنْand who ليfor me بِهِwith it وَهْوَwhile it is النَّعِيمُbliss المُهَنَّأُuntroubled
وَمَنْ لي بِهِ وَهْوَ النَّعِيمُ المُهَنَّأُ
I delude myself with union and favor from you—
And who can grant it to me—that untroubled bliss?
Sol 6.1