لَئنeven if حَلَّis lawful فيin دينthe creed الهَوىof love لَكُمfor you ظُلميwronging me
لَئن حَلَّ في دين الهَوى لَكُم ظُلمي
فَهَلthen is حَسَنٌright قَتلkilling المُحبthe lover بِلاwithout جُرمِa crime
فَهَل حَسَنٌ قَتل المُحب بِلا جُرمِ
Even if wronging me is lawful for you in love's creed,
is it right, then, to kill a lover without a crime?
كَفىsuffices حُزناًas sorrow أَنthat لاno حَياةًlife وَلاnor رَدىdeath
كَفى حُزناً أَن لا حَياةً وَلا رَدى
وَلاnor أَخراًan end أَرجوهُI hope for it لِلحُزنfor grief وَالسقمand sickness
وَلا أَخراً أَرجوهُ لِلحُزن وَالسقم
It is sorrow enough that there is neither life nor death,
nor an end I can hope for to grief and sickness.
الأمَhow long يُظلُّcontinues البينseparation يَشرَبdrinks مِنfrom دَميmy blood
الأمَ يُظلُّ البين يَشرَب مِن دَمي
وَيَأكُلand eats مِنfrom لَحميmy flesh وَيَرتاحand delights مِنin ظُلميwronging me
وَيَأكُل مِن لَحمي وَيَرتاح مِن ظُلمي
How long will separation keep drinking my blood,
devouring my flesh and delighting in wronging me?
أَياah وَيحَهُwoe to it ماnot آنthe time has come أَنto يَشتَفيbe sated وَقَدand already
أَيا وَيحَهُ ما آن أَن يَشتَفي وَقَد
تَوَلهتI became distraught حَتّىuntil صِرتI became أَسألI ask عَنabout اِسميmy name
تَوَلهت حَتّى صِرت أَسأل عَن اِسمي
Ah, woe to it! Is it not time it was sated, now that I
have grown so distraught that I ask what my own name is?
تَوَلَعتyou became obsessed بيwith me ياO سقمsickness حَتّىuntil تَرَكتِنيyou left me
تَوَلَعت بي يا سقم حَتّى تَرَكتِني
أُراجِعI consult بيabout myself وَهميmy imagination فَيُنكِرُنيso it fails to recognize me وَهميmy imagination
أُراجِع بي وَهمي فَيُنكِرُني وَهمي
You have clung to me, O sickness, until you have left me
consulting my imagination about myself, yet my imagination fails to recognize me.
وَرُحتُand I set about أُداويI treat داءَthe sickness قَلبيَof my heart بِالصَباwith the east wind
وَرُحتُ أُداوي داءَ قَلبيَ بِالصَبا
كَمَنlike one who راحَset out يَستَشفيseeks healing مِنfrom السقمsickness بِالسُمّwith poison
كَمَن راحَ يَستَشفي مِن السقم بِالسُمّ
And I set about curing my heart's sickness with the east wind,
like one who seeks a cure for sickness with poison.
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle أَنتَyou تَسريtravel by night أَقولI say لَعَلَهاperhaps it
إِذا ما أَنتَ تَسري أَقول لَعَلَها
تُخففit eases مِنfrom كَربيmy anguish وَتُنقِصُand it lessens مِنfrom هَميmy worry
تُخفف مِن كَربي وَتُنقِصُ مِن هَمي
When you pass by night, I say, 'Perhaps it
will ease my anguish and lessen my worry.'
فَتَهفوthen you waft بِريّاهُمwith their scent فَتَذكيso you kindle ليَfor me الأَسىgrief
فَتَهفو بِريّاهُم فَتَذكي ليَ الأَسى
وَتَتَرُكand you leave رَسمthe trace الصَبرof patience اِنحَلَhas dissolved مِنfrom جِسميmy body
وَتَتَرُك رَسم الصَبر اِنحَلَ مِن جِسمي
But you waft their scent and kindle grief in me,
and leave the vestige of patience dissolved from my body.
تَعَلَلتI sought solace بِالأَرواحin the breezes فَاِزدَدتُso I increased عِلَةًin sickness
تَعَلَلت بِالأَرواح فَاِزدَدتُ عِلَةً
فَأَسلَمَتso I surrendered نَفسيmy soul لِلمَنونto death عَلىwith عِلمknowledge
فَأَسلَمَت نَفسي لِلمَنون عَلى عِلم
I sought solace in the breezes, but my sickness grew,
so I knowingly surrendered my soul to death.
وَراودتand I coaxed قَلبيmy heart فيin التَسَليfinding solace بِغَيرِكُمin others than you
وَراودت قَلبي في التَسَلي بِغَيرِكُم
فَزايَلَنيso it deserted me وَاِزدَدتُand I gained كلماًa wound عَلىupon كلمa wound
فَزايَلَني وَاِزدَدتُ كلماً عَلى كلم
And I coaxed my heart to find solace in others than you,
but it deserted me, and I suffered wound upon wound.
فَمَنthen who ليfor me بِقَلبwith a heart غَيرother than قَلبيmy heart أُعارهُI am lent it
فَمَن لي بِقَلب غَير قَلبي أُعارهُ
يَكونُwould be وَلَوand even if يَوماًa day مِنof الدَهرtime فيunder حُكميmy command
يَكونُ وَلَو يَوماً مِن الدَهر في حُكمي
Who, then, will lend me a heart other than my own,
one that would be under my command, if only for a day?
وَكَيفَand how التَسَليfinding solace بِالسَرابin a mirage مَعamid الظَماthirst
وَكَيفَ التَسَلي بِالسَراب مَع الظَما
عَنinstead of الماءِwater أَوor عَنinstead of طَلعةthe face البَدرof the full moon بِالنجمin a star
عَن الماءِ أَو عَن طَلعة البَدر بِالنجم
And how, in thirst, can one find solace in a mirage
instead of water, or in a star instead of the full moon's face?
عُهوديmy vows عَلىdespite عَجمthe testing النَوىof separation كَقُلوبِكُمlike your hearts
عُهودي عَلى عَجم النَوى كَقُلوبِكُم
وَعَهدِكُمand your pledge فيin الحُبlove أَوهَنfrailer مِنthan عَظميmy bones
وَعَهدِكُم في الحُب أَوهَن مِن عَظمي
My vows, despite separation's testing, are as firm as your hearts,
while your pledge of love is frailer than my bones.
لَقَدindeed وَسمتmarked أَيديthe hands النَوىof separation الربعthe dwelling بِالبَلىwith decay
لَقَد وَسمت أَيدي النَوى الربع بِالبَلى
فَباكرهُso visit it at dawn ياO دَمعيmy tears وَراوحهُand visit it at evening ياO وَسميmy autumn rain
فَباكرهُ يا دَمعي وَراوحهُ يا وَسمي
Indeed, separation's hands have marked the dwelling with decay;
so visit it at dawn, my tears, and at evening, my autumn rain.
تَجَنَبwithdrew صَبرthe patience الصَبof the lover فيat جانبthe side اللَوىof al-Liwa
تَجَنَب صَبر الصَب في جانب اللَوى
وَأَلوىand carried off البَلاaffliction بِاللُبwith the mind فيin ذَلِكَthat الرَسمruined site
وَأَلوى البَلا بِاللُب في ذَلِكَ الرَسم
The lover's patience withdrew beside al-Liwa,
and affliction swept away reason at that ruined site.
ذَكَرتI recalled بِهِat it أَيامdays وَصلof union تَصَرَمَتthat had passed
ذَكَرت بِهِ أَيام وَصل تَصَرَمَت
فَوَجديso my longing لَهاfor them يَنموgrows وَدَمعيand my tears لَهاfor them يَهميpour down
فَوَجدي لَها يَنمو وَدَمعي لَها يَهمي
There I recalled days of union that had passed away;
so my longing for them grows, and my tears for them pour down.
وَأَغيدand a graceful youth يَرميaccuses العاشِقينَthe lovers بِظَنِهِon his suspicion
وَأَغيد يَرمي العاشِقينَ بِظَنِهِ
فَيَسطوso he attacks بِلاwithout ذَنبguilt وَيَقضيand judges بِماby what يَرميhe alleges
فَيَسطو بِلا ذَنب وَيَقضي بِما يَرمي
And a graceful youth accuses lovers on his suspicions,
then assails the guiltless and judges by his own accusations.
تَهيمare bewildered قُلوبthe hearts العاشِقينof lovers بِطَنِهِby his [unclear noun]
تَهيم قُلوب العاشِقين بِطَنِهِ
فَتُصلىso they are burned سَعيرthe blaze الصَدof rejection مِنهُfrom him بِلاwithout إِثمsin
فَتُصلى سَعير الصَد مِنهُ بِلا إِثم
Lovers' hearts are bewildered by his [unclear word],
and burn in the blaze of his rejection, though innocent.
يُباحis confessed لَهُto him بِالحُبّof love قَسراًby force إِذاwhen رَناhe gazes
يُباح لَهُ بِالحُبّ قَسراً إِذا رَنا
وَتَظهَرand reveal عَيناهُhis eyes الضَمائرhidden thoughts بِالرَغمagainst one's will
وَتَظهَر عَيناهُ الضَمائر بِالرَغم
Love is confessed to him by force when he gazes,
and his eyes reveal hidden thoughts against one's will.
إِذاwhen بَسَطتهُmakes him exuberant سورةthe surge الراحof wine وَاِنتَشىand he grows tipsy
إِذا بَسَطتهُ سورة الراح وَاِنتَشى
أَراكَhe shows you التَصابيyouthful dalliance كَيفَhow يَلعَبit toys بِالحلمwith reason
أَراكَ التَصابي كَيفَ يَلعَب بِالحلم
When wine's surge makes him exuberant and he grows tipsy,
he shows you how youthful dalliance toys with reason.
يُخالسstealthily steals لُبthe wits الشُربof the drinkers سِحرَthe magic جُفونِهِof his eyelids
يُخالس لُب الشُرب سِحرَ جُفونِهِ
وَتَسكرand grows drunk مِنهُon him فيin الكُؤوسthe cups اِبنةthe daughter الكَرَمof the vine
وَتَسكر مِنهُ في الكُؤوس اِبنة الكَرَم
The magic of his eyelids steals the drinkers' wits,
and in the cups the vine's daughter grows drunk on him.
لَئِنif indeed كانَwas أَضحىbecame قسمهُhis share الحسنbeauty كُلُهُall of it
لَئِن كانَ أَضحى قسمهُ الحسن كُلُهُ
فَإِنَّthen indeed الهَوىlove وَالوَجدand longing قَدalready أَصبَحاboth have become قَسميmy share
فَإِنَّ الهَوى وَالوَجد قَد أَصبَحا قَسمي
If indeed all beauty has become his allotted share,
then love and longing have become my share.
وَإِنand if كانَis مِنamong حَربيmy foes الزَمانُTime مَعwith النَوىseparation
وَإِن كانَ مِن حَربي الزَمانُ مَع النَوى
فَإِنthen indeed الضَناwasting sickness وَالحُزنand grief وَالدَمعand tears مِنamong سَلميmy allies
فَإِن الضَنا وَالحُزن وَالدَمع مِن سَلمي
And if Time, with separation, is among my foes,
then wasting sickness, grief, and tears are among my allies.
سَلامpeace عَلىupon عَهدthe time التَلاقيof meeting وَإِنand even if نَماgrows
سَلام عَلى عَهد التَلاقي وَإِن نَما
لِتِذكارِهِat its remembrance حُزنيmy grief وَمُتُّand I die مِنfrom الغَمِّanguish
لِتِذكارِهِ حُزني وَمُتُّ مِن الغَمِّ
Peace be upon the time of meeting, though greater grows
my grief at its remembrance, and I die of anguish.
Sol 6.1