غَزَالُgazelle الحَيِّthe clan مِنْfrom أَثَلاَتِtamarisk trees نَجْدِNajd
غَزَالُ الحَيِّ مِنْ أَثَلاَتِ نَجْدِ
لِوَجْهِكَtoward your face وِجْهَتِيmy direction وَهَوَاكَand love for you قَصْديmy aim
لِوَجْهِكَ وِجْهَتِي وَهَوَاكَ قَصْدي
O gazelle of the clan, from the tamarisks of Najd,
The gazelle of the desert from the glades of Najd
Toward your face I turn, and loving you is my aim.
To your face my orientation, to your love my goal
وَدَيْنُكَand your due فِيin مُدَاوَمَةِpersisting in التَّصَابِيyouthful passion
وَدَيْنُكَ فِي مُدَاوَمَةِ التَّصَابِي
عَليَّupon me وَلِيand for me وَفِيand in قَبْلِيbefore me وَعِنْدِيand with me
عَليَّ وَلِي وَفِي قَبْلِي وَعِنْدِي
And your claim, as I persist in youthful passion,
And your religion in continually drawing nearer
Is upon me, for me, in what precedes me, and with me.
Obligatory on me, and before me, and in my constitution
أَحِنُّI yearn إِذَاwhen تَبَسَّمَتِsmiled النُّعَامَىthe south wind
أَحِنُّ إِذَا تَبَسَّمَتِ النُّعَامَى
مُعَطَّرَةًperfumed بِمَسْحَبِby the sweep of ذَيْلِthe train of هِنْدِHind
مُعَطَّرَةً بِمَسْحَبِ ذَيْلِ هِنْدِ
I yearn when the south wind smiles,
I yearn when the ostriches smile
Perfumed by the sweep of Hind's train.
Fragrant with the tail of an Indian drape
وَاَصْبُوand I yearn لِلصِّبَاfor the east wind النَّجْدِيof Najd إِذَاwhen مَاever (emphatic)
وَاَصْبُو لِلصِّبَا النَّجْدِي إِذَا مَا
سَرَىtraveled by night ماwhat lies بَيْنَbetween بَانَاتٍmoringa trees وَرَنْدِand sweet bay
سَرَى ما بَيْنَ بَانَاتٍ وَرَنْدِ
And I long for Najd's east wind whenever
And I pour for the Najdi youth when he travels
It drifts by night among moringa trees and sweet bay.
Between the sand dunes and soft land
وَمَعْشُوقُand the beloved الدَّلاَلِcoquetry يَغَارُis envious مِنْهُof him
وَمَعْشُوقُ الدَّلاَلِ يَغَارُ مِنْهُ
مِنْamong الأَغْصَانِthe boughs كُلُّevery رَشِيقِgracefully slender قَدِّstature
مِنْ الأَغْصَانِ كُلُّ رَشِيقِ قَدِّ
And the coquettish beloved is envied
And the beloved of the guide is envied
By every bough of graceful, slender stature.
By every elegant branch of the gum trees
سَقَتْgave to drink أَلْحاظُهُhis glances العُشَّاقُthe lovers كَاْسَاًa cup
سَقَتْ أَلْحاظُهُ العُشَّاقُ كَاْسَاً
حَبَاهَاgraced it خَالُهُhis beauty spot بِخَتَامِwith a seal of نَدِّblended perfume
حَبَاهَا خَالُهُ بِخَتَامِ نَدِّ
His glances gave the lovers a cup to drink,
His glances gave the lovers a cup
Which his beauty spot graced with a seal of perfume.
Gifted by his mole with the seal of nobility
فَرَاحُواso they went فِيin مَحَبَّتِهِlove for him نَشَاوَىintoxicated
فَرَاحُوا فِي مَحَبَّتِهِ نَشَاوَى
لِغَيْرِwithout نِهَايِةٍend وَلِغَيْرِand without حَدِّlimit
لِغَيْرِ نِهَايِةٍ وَلِغَيْرِ حَدِّ
So they went, drunk with love for him,
So they savored in his love distracted
Without end and without limit.
With no end and no limit
لِقِبْلَةِtoward the qibla of وَجْهِهِhis face أبَداًforever صَلاَتِيmy prayer
لِقِبْلَةِ وَجْهِهِ أبَداً صَلاَتِي
وَلَثْمُand kissing الوَرْدِthe roses مِنْfrom خَدَّيْهِhis two cheeks وِرْدِيmy daily devotion
وَلَثْمُ الوَرْدِ مِنْ خَدَّيْهِ وِرْدِي
My prayer is forever toward the qibla of his face,
To the kiss of his face always my prayers
And kissing the roses of his cheeks is my daily devotion.
And the kissing of roses from his cheeks my want
Sol 6.1