ياO ناعِماًone at ease رَقَدَتslept جُفونُهُhis eyelids
يا ناعِماً رَقَدَت جُفونُهُ
مُضناكَyour love-worn one لاnot تَهداsubside شُجونُهُhis sorrows
مُضناكَ لا تَهدا شُجونُهُ
O blissful one, whose eyelids sleep,
Your love-worn one's sorrows never rest.
حَمَلَbore الهَوىlove لَكَfor you كُلَّهُall of it
حَمَلَ الهَوى لَكَ كُلَّهُ
إِنif لَمnot تُعِنهُyou help him فَمَنthen who يُعينُهُwill help him
إِن لَم تُعِنهُ فَمَن يُعينُهُ
He has borne love's full burden for you;
If you do not help him, who will help him?
عُدreturn مُنعِماًbestowing kindness أَوor لاdo not تَعُدreturn
عُد مُنعِماً أَو لا تَعُد
أَودَعتَyou entrusted سِرَّكَyour secret مَنone who يَصونُهُguards it
أَودَعتَ سِرَّكَ مَن يَصونُهُ
Return with kindness, or do not return;
You have entrusted your secret to one who guards it.
بَينيbetween me وَبَينَكَand between you فيin الهَوىlove
بَيني وَبَينَكَ في الهَوى
سَبَبٌa bond سَيَجمَعُناwill unite us مَتينُهُits strength
سَبَبٌ سَيَجمَعُنا مَتينُهُ
Between me and you, in love,
is a bond whose strength will unite us.
رَشَأٌa young gazelle يُعابُare censured الساحِروthe sorcerers (continued)
رَشَأٌ يُعابُ الساحِرو
نَending of 'the sorcerers' وَسِحرُهُمand their magic إِلّاexcept جُفونُهُhis eyelids
نَ وَسِحرُهُم إِلّا جُفونُهُ
A young gazelle: sorcerers are censured,
and their magic too, save his eyelids.
الروحُthe soul مِلكُthe possession of يَمينِهِhis right hand
الروحُ مِلكُ يَمينِهِ
يَفديهِransoms him ماwhat مَلَكَتpossesses يَمينُهُhis right hand
يَفديهِ ما مَلَكَت يَمينُهُ
The soul belongs to his right hand;
What his right hand owns would ransom him.
ماnot البانُthe bān tree إِلّاbut قَدُّهُhis stature
ما البانُ إِلّا قَدُّهُ
لَوif تَيَّمَتenthralled قَلباًa heart غُصونُهُits branches
لَو تَيَّمَت قَلباً غُصونُهُ
The bān tree is but his stature,
if its branches could enthrall a heart.
وَيَزينُand adorns كُلَّevery يَتيمَةٍpeerless pearl
وَيَزينُ كُلَّ يَتيمَةٍ
فَمُهُhis mouth وَتَحسَبُهاand you think it تَزينُهُadorns him
فَمُهُ وَتَحسَبُها تَزينُهُ
And every peerless pearl is adorned
by his mouth, though you think it adorns him.
ماnot العُمرُlife إِلّاbut لَيلَةًa night
ما العُمرُ إِلّا لَيلَةً
كانَwas الصَباحَthe morning لَهاfor it جَبينُهُhis brow
كانَ الصَباحَ لَها جَبينُهُ
Life is but a night;
his brow was its morning.
باتَspent the night الغَرامُpassion يَدينُناrequites us
باتَ الغَرامُ يَدينُنا
فيهاin it كَماjust as بِتناwe spent the night نُدينُهُwe requite it
فيها كَما بِتنا نُدينُهُ
Passion spent the night requiting us,
as we, that night, requited it.
بَينَbetween الرَقيبِthe watcher وَبَينَناand between us
بَينَ الرَقيبِ وَبَينَنا
وادٍa valley تُباعِدُهُkeeps him distant حُزونُهُits rugged terrain
وادٍ تُباعِدُهُ حُزونُهُ
Between the watcher and us
lies a valley whose rugged terrain keeps him away.
نَغتابُهُwe speak ill of him وَنَقولُand we say لاmay ... not
نَغتابُهُ وَنَقولُ لا
بَقِيَremain الرَقيبُthe watcher وَلاnor عُيونُهُhis eyes
بَقِيَ الرَقيبُ وَلا عُيونُهُ
We speak ill of him and say: May neither
the watcher nor his eyes remain!
Sol 6.1