وَيَحalas for قَلبيmy heart مِنfrom طَرفِهِhis glance الفَتّاكِdeadly
وَيَح قَلبي مِن طَرفِهِ الفَتّاكِ
مِنwho مُجيريmy protector مِنfrom سَيفِهِhis sword السَفّاكِblood-shedding
مِن مُجيري مِن سَيفِهِ السَفّاكِ
Alas for my heart at his deadly glance!
Who will save me from his blood-shedding sword?
مِنwho معيذيmy protector مِنfrom ساحرbewitching in الطَرفgaze قَدhas صاstart of 'ensnared'
مِن معيذي مِن ساحر الطَرف قَد صا
دend of 'ensnared' قُلوبthe hearts of الزُهّادthe ascetics وَالنسّاكand the devotees
د قُلوب الزُهّاد وَالنسّاك
Who will shelter me from him whose gaze enchants, who has ensnared
the hearts of ascetics and devotees?
صينhe was safeguarded فيin الحُسنbeauty عَنfrom شَريكa peer كَماjust as صيstart of 'was safeguarded'
صين في الحُسن عَن شَريك كَما صي
نend of 'was safeguarded' فُؤاديmy heart فيin الحُبlove عَنfrom اشراكdivided devotion
ن فُؤادي في الحُب عَن اشراك
He is kept peerless in beauty, just as
my heart in love is kept from divided devotion.
كَمhow many لَهُhe has مِنof طَليقfreely flowing دَمعtears أَسيرa captive
كَم لَهُ مِن طَليق دَمع أَسير
لَيسَnot يُرجىis hoped for لِأَسرِهِfor his captivity مِنany فَكاكrelease
لَيسَ يُرجى لِأَسرِهِ مِن فَكاك
How many a captive he holds, with tears flowing free,
with no hope of release from bondage!
وَجِراحand wounds سالَتbled لِخَفقةat a flicker of بَرقlightning
وَجِراح سالَت لِخَفقة بَرق
جَرَّدَتunsheathed صارِماًa keen sword عَلىagainst الأَحلاكthe deep darkness
جَرَّدَت صارِماً عَلى الأَحلاك
And wounds bled at a flicker of lightning
that unsheathed a keen sword against the deep darkness.
وَحَمامand doves يُبديdisplay أَفانينvaried forms of شَدوsong
وَحَمام يُبدي أَفانين شَدو
أَصلَهاtheir root النَوحlamentation فيamong فُروعthe branches of الأَراكthe arak trees
أَصلَها النَوح في فُروع الأَراك
And doves display varied strains of song,
rooted in lament, among the arak trees' boughs.
كُلَماwhenever حَنَّcooed plaintively شَبَّflared ليwithin me جَمرembers of شَوقlonging
كُلَما حَنَّ شَبَّ لي جَمر شَوق
لَيسَnot يُطفيهِquenches it دَمعthe tears of طَرفيmy eye الباكيweeping
لَيسَ يُطفيهِ دَمع طَرفي الباكي
Whenever they coo, longing's embers flare within me,
which the tears of my weeping eye cannot quench.
فَاِنقَضىso passed اللَيلthe night بَينَbetween أَنةَa groan of باكa weeper
فَاِنقَضى اللَيل بَينَ أَنةَ باك
مِنfrom تَباريحِهِhis anguish وَرَنَةَand a wail of شاكيone who complains
مِن تَباريحِهِ وَرَنَةَ شاكي
So the night passed between a weeper's groan
from his anguish and a sufferer's wail.
قَدindeed حَكيتyou have imitated السَحابthe clouds فَيضthe overflowing of جُفونeyelids
قَد حَكيت السَحاب فَيض جُفون
ياO عُيونيmy eyes بَلrather السَحابthe clouds حَكاكhave imitated you
يا عُيوني بَل السَحاب حَكاك
You have imitated the clouds with your streaming eyelids,
O my eyes—no, the clouds have imitated you!
وَبِكِand by you ياO نَفسsoul قَدindeed ذَهَبتِyou have gone شُعاعاًin scattered fragments
وَبِكِ يا نَفس قَد ذَهَبتِ شُعاعاً
فيin هَواهُlove for him منيaway from me فَماso how أَشقاكِwretched you are
في هَواهُ مني فَما أَشقاكِ
And by you, O soul, you have scattered into fragments,
away from me in love for him—how wretched you are!
وَبوديand I wish لَوif only أَنthat ليI had أَلفa thousand نَفسsouls
وَبودي لَو أَن لي أَلف نَفس
كُلeach نَفسٍsoul تَقيهِwould shield him أَلفa thousand هَلاكdeaths
كُل نَفسٍ تَقيهِ أَلف هَلاك
And I wish I had a thousand souls,
each soul to shield him from a thousand deaths.
Sol 6.1