رَوَّعوهُthey frightened him فَتَوَلّىso he turned away مُغضَباangry
رَوَّعوهُ فَتَوَلّى مُغضَبا
أَعَلِمتُمdo you know? كَيفَhow تَرتاعُtake fright الظِباthe gazelles
أَعَلِمتُم كَيفَ تَرتاعُ الظِبا
They frightened him, so he turned away in anger.
He startled her, so she turned away angry
Do you know how gazelles take fright?
Do you know how gazelles are startled?
خُلِقَتthey were created لاهِيَةًcarefree ناعِمَةًdelicate
خُلِقَت لاهِيَةً ناعِمَةً
رُبَّماsometimes رَوَّعَهاstartled them مُرُّthe passing الصَباthe east breeze
رُبَّما رَوَّعَها مُرُّ الصَبا
They were created carefree and delicate;
She was created gentle and carefree
Sometimes the passing east breeze startles them.
Maybe the passing breeze alarmed her
ليI have حَبيبٌa beloved كُلَّماwhenever قيلَsomething was said لَهُto him
لي حَبيبٌ كُلَّما قيلَ لَهُ
صَدَّقَhe believes القَولَthe words وَزَكّىand reinforces الرِيَباthe suspicions
صَدَّقَ القَولَ وَزَكّى الرِيَبا
I have a beloved who, whenever something is said to him,
I have a beloved, whenever told
Believes the words and lends weight to suspicions.
He believes the words and purifies any doubt
كَذَبَlied العُذّالُthe reproachers فيماin what زَعَمواthey claimed
كَذَبَ العُذّالُ فيما زَعَموا
أَمَليmy hope فيin فاتِنيmy charmer ماnot كَذَباproved false
أَمَلي في فاتِني ما كَذَبا
The reproachers lied in what they claimed;
The blamers lied in what they claimed
My hope in my charmer has not proved false.
My hope in my darling didn't lie
لَوif رَأَوناthey saw us وَالهَوىand love ثالِثُناour third companion
لَو رَأَونا وَالهَوى ثالِثُنا
وَالدُجىand darkness يُرخيlets down عَلَيناover us الحُجُباthe veils
وَالدُجى يُرخي عَلَينا الحُجُبا
Had they seen us, with love our third companion,
If we were seen, love between us
And darkness lowering its veils over us,
And darkness spreading its veils over us
فيin جِوارِthe shelter of اللَيلِthe night فيin ذِمَّتِهِits protection
في جِوارِ اللَيلِ في ذِمَّتِهِ
نَذكُرُwe speak of الصُبحَdawn بِأَنwith the wish that لاnot يَقرُباit draws near
نَذكُرُ الصُبحَ بِأَن لا يَقرُبا
In the night's shelter, under its protection,
Under cover of night in its custody
We speak of dawn, wishing it would not draw near.
We'd mention dawn so it wouldn't come near
مِلءُfilling بُردَيناour two cloaks عَفافٌchastity وَهَوىand love
مِلءُ بُردَينا عَفافٌ وَهَوى
حَفظَhe guarded الحُسنَbeauty وَصُنتُand I preserved الأَدَباpropriety
حَفظَ الحُسنَ وَصُنتُ الأَدَبا
Chastity and love fill our two cloaks;
Our embrace was chaste love and passion
He guarded beauty, and I guarded propriety.
Protecting beauty and virtuous manners
ياO غَزالاًgazelle أَهِلَbecame inhabited القَلبُthe heart بِهِby him
يا غَزالاً أَهِلَ القَلبُ بِهِ
قَلبِيَmy heart السَفحُthe hillside وَأَحنىand more tender مَلعَباas a playground
قَلبِيَ السَفحُ وَأَحنى مَلعَبا
O gazelle who has made my heart your home,
O gazelle who filled my heart with him
My heart is the hillside—and a gentler playground.
My heart slopes and bends as his playground
لَكَyours ماwhatever أَحبَبتَyou desire مِنfrom حَبَّتِهِits innermost core
لَكَ ما أَحبَبتَ مِن حَبَّتِهِ
مَنهَلاًa watering place عَذباًsweet وَمَرعىًand a pasture طَيِّباpleasant
مَنهَلاً عَذباً وَمَرعىً طَيِّبا
Yours is whatever you desire from its core,
For you whatever you loved of his love
A sweet watering place and a pleasant pasture.
A fresh, sweet spring and pleasant meadow
هُوَit عِندَwith المالِكِthe owner الأَولىmost entitled بِهِto it
هُوَ عِندَ المالِكِ الأَولى بِهِ
كَيفَhow أَشكوI complain أَنَّهُthat it قَدindeed سُلِباwas stolen
كَيفَ أَشكو أَنَّهُ قَد سُلِبا
It is with the owner most entitled to it;
He's owned by the First Master of him
How can I complain that it has been stolen?
How can I complain that he was taken
إِنif رَأىhe sees fit أَبقىhe spares عَلىupon مَملوكِهِhis slave
إِن رَأى أَبقى عَلى مَملوكِهِ
أَوor رَأىhe sees fit أَتلَفَهُhe destroys it وَاِحتَسَباand accepts the loss
أَو رَأى أَتلَفَهُ وَاِحتَسَبا
If he sees fit, he spares his slave;
If He saw best to keep his possession
Or, if he sees fit, destroys it and accepts the loss.
Or saw best to destroy him and was content
لَكَyou have قَدٌّa stature سَجَدَbowed البانُthe bān tree لَهُto it
لَكَ قَدٌّ سَجَدَ البانُ لَهُ
وَتَمَنَّتand wished لَوif only أَقَلَّتهُthey bore it aloft الرُبىthe hills
وَتَمَنَّت لَو أَقَلَّتهُ الرُبى
Yours is a stature to which the bān tree bowed,
For you a tall lithe form that bent before him
And the hills wished they could bear it aloft.
And the rubies wished they could wear him
وَلِحاظٌand glances مِنamong مَعانيmanifestations سِحرِهِtheir magic
وَلِحاظٌ مِن مَعاني سِحرِهِ
جَمَعَgathered الجَفنُthe eyelid سِهاماًarrows وَظُبىand sword-edges
جَمَعَ الجَفنُ سِهاماً وَظُبى
And glances—one manifestation of their magic:
And a gaze of the magic of his eyes
The eyelid has gathered arrows and sword-edges.
That gathered arrows and antelope
كانَthere was عَنwithout هَذاthis لِقَلبيfor my heart غُنيَةٌfreedom from need
كانَ عَن هَذا لِقَلبي غُنيَةٌ
ماwhat لِقَلبِيَfor my heart وَالهَوىand love بَعدَafter الصِباyouth
ما لِقَلبِيَ وَالهَوى بَعدَ الصِبا
My heart had no need of this;
My heart had enough of this
What has my heart to do with love after youth?
What's left for my heart and love after youth?
فِطرَتيmy nature لاnot آخُذُI hold to account القَلبَthe heart بِهاfor it
فِطرَتي لا آخُذُ القَلبَ بِها
خُلِقَwas created الشاعِرُthe poet سَمحاًopen-hearted طَرِباeasily moved
خُلِقَ الشاعِرُ سَمحاً طَرِبا
It is my nature; I do not hold my heart to account for it.
My nature is not to captivate hearts with it
The poet was made open-hearted and easily moved.
The poet was created generous and enchanting
لَوif جَلَواthey unveiled حُسنَكَyour beauty أَوor غَنّواthey sang بِهِof it
لَو جَلَوا حُسنَكَ أَو غَنّوا بِهِ
لِلَبيدٍto Labīd فيat الثَمانينَeighty صَباfelt youthful longing
لِلَبيدٍ في الثَمانينَ صَبا
If they unveiled your beauty or sang of it
If they extolled your beauty or sang of it
To Labīd at eighty, he would feel youthful longing.
Labid would be in his eighties youthful
أَيُّهاO النَفسُsoul تَجِدّينَyou strive سُدىًin vain
أَيُّها النَفسُ تَجِدّينَ سُدىً
هَلhave ...? رَأَيتِyou have seen العَيشَlife إِلّاexcept لَعِباplay
هَل رَأَيتِ العَيشَ إِلّا لَعِبا
O soul, you strive in vain.
O soul, you find life futile
Have you seen life as anything but play?
Have you seen life as anything but play?
جَرِّبيtry الدُنياthe world تَهُنit will lose value عِندَكِin your eyes ماhow
جَرِّبي الدُنيا تَهُن عِندَكِ ما
أَهوَنَpaltry الدُنياthe world عَلىto مَنone who جَرَّباhas tried
أَهوَنَ الدُنيا عَلى مَن جَرَّبا
Try the world; it will seem paltry to you. How
Try the world, and you'll find it - as you've tried -
Paltry the world is to one who has tried it!
The world is most disdained by those who've tried
نِلتِyou gained فيماamong what نِلتِyou gained مِنof مَظهَرِهاits outward show
نِلتِ فيما نِلتِ مِن مَظهَرِها
وَمُنِحتِand you were granted الخُلدَimmortality ذِكراًremembrance وَنَباand renown
وَمُنِحتِ الخُلدَ ذِكراً وَنَبا
You gained what you gained of its outward show,
You've gained from its appearance what you've gained
And were granted immortality in remembrance and renown.
And you were granted eternity in name and deeds
Sol 6.1