بِهِupon him سِحرٌa spell يُتَيِّمُهُenslaves him to love
بِهِ سِحرٌ يُتَيِّمُهُ
كِلاboth جَفنَيكَyour eyelids يَعلَمُهُknow it
كِلا جَفنَيكَ يَعلَمُهُ
A spell is upon him that enslaves him to love;
With it he casts a spell that makes him an orphan
both your eyelids know it.
Your two eyelids know it
هُماthey both كاداplotted لِمُهجَتِهِagainst his heart
هُما كادا لِمُهجَتِهِ
وَمِنكَand from you الكَيدُthe plotting مُعظَمُهُmost of it
وَمِنكَ الكَيدُ مُعظَمُهُ
They both plotted against his heart,
They almost destroyed his brain
and most of the plotting comes from you.
And from you comes the greatest of his torment
تُعَذِّبُهُyou torment him بِسِحرِهِماwith their magic
تُعَذِّبُهُ بِسِحرِهِما
وَتوجِدُهُand bring him into being وَتُعدِمُهُand annihilate him
وَتوجِدُهُ وَتُعدِمُهُ
You torment him with their magic,
They torture him with their magic
and bring him into being and annihilate him.
And give him life and death
فَلاso not هاروتَHarut رَقَّfelt pity لَهُfor him
فَلا هاروتَ رَقَّ لَهُ
وَلاnor ماروتَMarut يَرحَمُهُhas mercy on him
وَلا ماروتَ يَرحَمُهُ
So Harut has felt no pity for him,
So neither Harut feels sorry for him
nor does Marut have mercy on him.
Nor does Marut have mercy on him
وَتَظلِمُهُand you wrong him فَلاso not يَشكوhe complains
وَتَظلِمُهُ فَلا يَشكو
إِلىto مَنone who لَيسَdoes not يَظلِمُهُwrong him
إِلى مَن لَيسَ يَظلِمُهُ
And you wrong him, yet he does not complain
And you wrong him, yet he does not complain
to anyone who does not wrong him.
To one who does not wrong him
أَسَرَّhe kept it secret فَماتَso he died كُتماناًfrom concealment
أَسَرَّ فَماتَ كُتماناً
وَباحَand he disclosed it فخانَهُso it betrayed him فَمُهُhis mouth
وَباحَ فخانَهُ فَمُهُ
He kept his secret and died of concealment;
He kept it secret and died of silence
and he spoke out, only for his mouth to betray him.
And he confessed so his mouth betrayed him
فَوَيحَso alas for المُدنَفِthe lovesick man المَعthe tormented (word begins)
فَوَيحَ المُدنَفِ المَع
مودِ(completes 'tormented') حَتّىeven البَثُّoutpouring of grief يُحرَمُهُhe is denied it
مودِ حَتّى البَثُّ يُحرَمُهُ
Ah, pity the lovesick, tor-
So woe to the familiar who is forbidden even from friendly conversation
mented man—even an outpouring of grief is denied him.
The long night shows him mercy
طَويلُlong اللَيلِthe night تَرحَمُهُpity him
طَويلُ اللَيلِ تَرحَمُهُ
هَواتِفُهُits unseen voices وَأَنجُمُهُand its stars
هَواتِفُهُ وَأَنجُمُهُ
His night is long; he is pitied
With its phones and stars
by its unseen voices and its stars.
When passion takes hold of him
إِذاwhen جَدَّintensifies الغَرامُpassionate love بِهِwithin him
إِذا جَدَّ الغَرامُ بِهِ
جَرىflows فيin دَمعِهِhis tears دَمُهُhis blood
جَرى في دَمعِهِ دَمُهُ
When passion grows fierce within him,
His blood flows in his tears
his blood runs in his tears.
From being so long in your company
يَكادُhe almost لِطولِbecause of the length of صُحبَتِهِcompanionship with it
يَكادُ لِطولِ صُحبَتِهِ
يُعاديturns against السُقمَsickness يُسقِمُهُmakes it sick
يُعادي السُقمَ يُسقِمُهُ
So long has he kept its company that he almost
He almost makes illness befriend illness
turns against sickness itself and makes it sick.
He who is accustomed has bowed necks
ثَنىturned الأَعناقَthe necks عُوَّدُهُhis sickbed visitors
ثَنى الأَعناقَ عُوَّدُهُ
وَأَلقىand offered العُذرَthe excuse لُوَّمُهُhis reproachers
وَأَلقى العُذرَ لُوَّمُهُ
His sickbed visitors turned their heads aside,
And made excuses for the blamer
and his reproachers made excuses for him.
He died of a love for you except for a breath
قَضىhe perished عِشقاًof love سِوىexcept for رَمَقٍa last breath of life
قَضى عِشقاً سِوى رَمَقٍ
إِلَيكَto you غَداhe set out يُقَدِّمُهُhe offers it
إِلَيكَ غَدا يُقَدِّمُهُ
He has perished of love, save for one last breath,
Tomorrow he will offer to you
which he has come to offer you.
Maybe if it is said he died of love
عَسىperhaps إِنif قيلَit is said ماتَhe died هَوىًof love
عَسى إِن قيلَ ماتَ هَوىً
تَقولُyou say اللَهُGod يَرحَمُهُmay He have mercy on him
تَقولُ اللَهُ يَرحَمُهُ
Perhaps, if it is said, 'He died of love,'
You will say, may God have mercy on him
you will say, 'May God have mercy on him.'
So you will live in her tombs
فَتَحياthen come to life فيin مَراقِدِهاtheir resting places
فَتَحيا في مَراقِدِها
بِلَفظٍat a word مِنكَfrom you أَعظُمُهُhis bones
بِلَفظٍ مِنكَ أَعظُمُهُ
Then life would return in their resting places
With words from you much greater
to his bones, at a word from you.
By my soul, he was prevented on the day he wailed
بِروحِيَwith my soul البانُthe bān tree يَومَon the day رَناhe gazed
بِروحِيَ البانُ يَومَ رَنا
عَنِfrom المَقدورِordained fate أَعصَمُهُI shield him
عَنِ المَقدورِ أَعصَمُهُ
My soul for the bān tree, on the day he gazed!
From fate, his protector
I would shield him from ordained fate.
And the day I was stabbed by a branch
وَيَومَand on the day طُعِنتُI was pierced مِنby غُصنٍa branch
وَيَومَ طُعِنتُ مِن غُصنٍ
مُعَلِّمُهُits teacher مُنَعِّمُهُthe one who made it tender
مُعَلِّمُهُ مُنَعِّمُهُ
And on the day I was pierced by a branch
His teacher, his benefactor
whose teacher is the one who made it tender.
God's decree was his gaze
قَضاءُdecree اللَهِGod's نَظرَتُهُhis glance
قَضاءُ اللَهِ نَظرَتُهُ
وَلُطفُand gentleness اللَهِGod's مَبسِمُهُhis smiling mouth
وَلُطفُ اللَهِ مَبسِمُهُ
His glance is God's decree,
And God's kindness his smile
and his smiling mouth is God's gentleness.
He shot and my liver was his target
رَمىhe shot فَاِستَهدَفَتso became a target كَبِديmy liver
رَمى فَاِستَهدَفَت كَبِدي
بِيَwith myself as ransom الراميthe archer وَأَسهُمَهُand his arrows
بِيَ الرامي وَأَسهُمَهُ
He shot, and my liver became his target;
The shooter and his arrows belong to me
I would ransom the archer and his arrows with myself.
He has a place in my ribs
لَهُfor him مِنof أَضلُعيmy ribs قاعٌa plain
لَهُ مِن أَضلُعي قاعٌ
وَمِنand of عَجَبٍwonder يُسَلِّمُهُhe leaves it unharmed
وَمِن عَجَبٍ يُسَلِّمُهُ
Within my ribs he has a plain,
And wonder that makes him submit
and it is a wonder that he leaves it unharmed;
And from my heart and its pieces
وَمِنand of قَلبيmy heart وَحَبَّتِهِand its core
وَمِن قَلبي وَحَبَّتِهِ
كِناسٌa gazelle's lair باتَhe spent the night يَهدِمُهُhe demolishes it
كِناسٌ باتَ يَهدِمُهُ
and within my heart and its very core,
A destroyer who spends the night
a lair he spent the night tearing down.
A gazelle in the hands that
غَزالٌa gazelle فيin يَدَيهِhis two hands التيhaughtiness (word begins)
غَزالٌ في يَدَيهِ التي
هُ(completes 'haughtiness') بَينَamong الغيدِthe graceful beauties يَقسِمُهُhe apportions it
هُ بَينَ الغيدِ يَقسِمُهُ
A gazelle, in whose hands is haughti-
Divide it between joy and sadness
ness, which he apportions among the graceful beauties.
Partial English translation: 41 of 42 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1