يَاO سَيْفَsword of مُقْلَتِهِhis eye سَكِرْتَyou have grown drunk فَعَرْبِدِso run riot
يَا سَيْفَ مُقْلَتِهِ سَكِرْتَ فَعَرْبِدِ
كَيْفَhow اشْتَهَرْتَyou were unsheathed عَلىagainst المُحِبِّthe lover المُكْمَدِthe grief-stricken
كَيْفَ اشْتَهَرْتَ عَلى المُحِبِّ المُكْمَدِ
O sword of his eye, you have grown drunk—so run riot!
O sword intoxicated with bloodshed
How were you drawn against the grief-stricken lover?
How did you gain fame among the ardent lover
ورَمَيْتَand you shot عَنْfrom قَوْسِthe bow of الفُتُورِlanguor فَأَصْبَحَتْso they became
ورَمَيْتَ عَنْ قَوْسِ الفُتُورِ فَأَصْبَحَتْ
غَرَضاًa target لأَسْهُمِكَfor your arrows القُلُوبُthe hearts فَسَدِّدِso aim true
غَرَضاً لأَسْهُمِكَ القُلُوبُ فَسَدِّدِ
And you shot from the bow of languor, making
And miss the bow of moderation to become
hearts a target for your arrows—so aim true.
A target for your arrows, the hearts, so aim right
مَنْwhoever لَمْhas not يَمُتْdied بِعَذَابِfrom the torment of حُرْقَةِthe burning of قَلْبِهِhis heart
مَنْ لَمْ يَمُتْ بِعَذَابِ حُرْقَةِ قَلْبِهِ
مُتَنَعِّماًtaking delight لاَmay ... not فَازَwin مِنْكَfrom you بِمَوْعِدِwith a promised meeting
مُتَنَعِّماً لاَ فَازَ مِنْكَ بِمَوْعِدِ
Whoever has not died from the torment of his burning heart,
Whoever dies not from the torment of their burning heart
taking delight in it—may he win no promise of a meeting from you.
Luxuriating, no tryst with you they'll keep
لِلصَّبِّfor the lovelorn أُسْوَةُa model خَالِthe beauty mark of خَدِّكَyour cheek إِنَّهُindeed it
لِلصَّبِّ أُسْوَةُ خَالِ خَدِّكَ إِنَّهُ
مُتَمَتِّعُtaking delight فِيin جَمْرِهِits embers المُتَوَقِّدِblazing
مُتَمَتِّعُ فِي جَمْرِهِ المُتَوَقِّدِ
Your cheek's beauty mark is a model for the lovelorn, for it
The patience of your cheek's mole is an example
takes delight in its blazing embers.
Reveling in its glowing ember ever-kindled
Sol 6.1