دُمُوعِيmy tears أَبَتْrefused إِلاَّexcept انْسِكَاباًpouring forth لَعَلَّهَاperhaps they
دُمُوعِي أَبَتْ إِلاَّ انْسِكَاباً لَعَلَّهَا
بِمَكْنُونِto the secret of حُبِّيmy love عِنْدَbefore حِبِّيَmy beloved تَشْهَدُbear witness
بِمَكْنُونِ حُبِّي عِنْدَ حِبِّيَ تَشْهَدُ
My tears insist on pouring forth; perhaps they
will testify before my beloved to my hidden love.
دَنَوْتُI drew near فَأَقْصَانِيso he drove me away فَعْدْتُthen I returned فَرَدَّنِيso he turned me back
دَنَوْتُ فَأَقْصَانِي فَعْدْتُ فَرَدَّنِي
فَلاَso neither هُوَhe يُدْنِينِيdraws me near وَلاَnor أَنَاI أَبْعُدُmove away
فَلاَ هُوَ يُدْنِينِي وَلاَ أَنَا أَبْعُدُ
I drew near; he drove me away. I returned; he turned me back.
So he does not draw me near, nor do I move away.
دُهِيتُI was afflicted بِفُقْدانٍwith the loss لِمَنْof one whom قَدْalready وَجَدْتُهُI found him
دُهِيتُ بِفُقْدانٍ لِمَنْ قَدْ وَجَدْتُهُ
فَلاَso no مَدْمَعٌtearful eye يَرْقَاceases weeping وَلاَnor وَجْدُlonging يُحْمَدُis praised
فَلاَ مَدْمَعٌ يَرْقَا وَلاَ وَجْدُ يُحْمَدُ
I was stricken with the loss of one whom I had found;
so no eye ceases weeping, nor is longing praiseworthy.
دَبِيبُthe creeping of الهَوىَlove بَيْنَbetween الضُّلُوعِthe ribs مُؤَجَّجٌset ablaze
دَبِيبُ الهَوىَ بَيْنَ الضُّلُوعِ مُؤَجَّجٌ
لَهِيبُthe flame of اشْتيِاقيmy longing فِيهwithin it لِلقْلَبِfor the heart مُورِدُleading to ruin
لَهِيبُ اشْتيِاقي فِيه لِلقْلَبِ مُورِدُ
The creeping of love between the ribs is set ablaze;
the flame of my longing within it leads the heart to ruin.
دَعَانِيleave me be, you two فَمَنْfor whoever ذَاقَhas tasted الهَوىَlove ثُمَّthen لَمْdid not يَنَلْattain
دَعَانِي فَمَنْ ذَاقَ الهَوىَ ثُمَّ لَمْ يَنَلْ
وِصَالَunion with حَبِيبٍa beloved كَيْفَhow لاَnot يَتَنَهَّدُhe sighs
وِصَالَ حَبِيبٍ كَيْفَ لاَ يَتَنَهَّدُ
Leave me be, you two, for whoever has tasted love, then failed to attain
union with a beloved—how could he not sigh?
دَعَاوىَclaims of الأَسَىsorrow عِنْديthat I hold عَلَيْكَagainst you صَحِيحَةٌvalid
دَعَاوىَ الأَسَى عِنْدي عَلَيْكَ صَحِيحَةٌ
فَقَلْبِيَfor my heart خَفَّاقٌthrobbing وَجَفْنِيand my eyelid مُسَهَّدُkept sleepless
فَقَلْبِيَ خَفَّاقٌ وَجَفْنِي مُسَهَّدُ
My claims of sorrow against you are well-founded:
for my heart throbs and my eyelid is sleepless.
دَمِيmy blood بِكَbecause of you مَسْفُوكٌshed وَدَمْعِيand my tears مُسَفَّحٌpoured forth
دَمِي بِكَ مَسْفُوكٌ وَدَمْعِي مُسَفَّحٌ
فَيَصْلُحُso becomes sound قَلْبِيmy heart فِيكَin you مِنْfrom حَيْثُwhere يَفْسَدُit falls into ruin
فَيَصْلُحُ قَلْبِي فِيكَ مِنْ حَيْثُ يَفْسَدُ
My blood is shed because of you, and my tears are poured forth;
so in you my heart is mended in the very way it is ruined.
دَفَائِنُburied treasures of حُبٍّlove فِيin لُحُودِthe tombs of جَوَانِحِribs
دَفَائِنُ حُبٍّ فِي لُحُودِ جَوَانِحِ
لَهَاfor them بِكَthrough you حَشْرٌa resurrection كُلَّevery يَوْمٍday وَمَوْعِدُand an appointed meeting
لَهَا بِكَ حَشْرٌ كُلَّ يَوْمٍ وَمَوْعِدُ
Buried treasures of love lie in the tombs of the ribs;
through you, they have a resurrection and an appointed meeting each day.
دُجَايَmy darkness إِذَاwhen وَاصَلْتَyou grant union يَوْمٌa day مُؤَبَّدٌeverlasting
دُجَايَ إِذَا وَاصَلْتَ يَوْمٌ مُؤَبَّدٌ
وَيَوْمِيand my day إِذَاwhen أَبْعِدْتُI am banished لَيْلُa night مُسَرْمَدُmade endless
وَيَوْمِي إِذَا أَبْعِدْتُ لَيْلُ مُسَرْمَدُ
My darkness, when you grant union, is an everlasting day;
and my day, when I am banished, is an endless night.
دُنُوُّكَyour nearness أَقْصَىthe utmost of مَاwhat أُحِبُّI love وَأَشْتَهِيand I desire
دُنُوُّكَ أَقْصَى مَا أُحِبُّ وَأَشْتَهِي
فَإِنْso if نِلْتُهُI attain it فَهْوَthen it is النَّعيِمُbliss المُخَلَّدُeverlasting
فَإِنْ نِلْتُهُ فَهْوَ النَّعيِمُ المُخَلَّدُ
Your nearness is what I love and desire most;
and if I attain it, it is everlasting bliss.
Sol 6.1