ظَعَنَdeparted الأَميرُthe emir بِأَحسَنِwith the fairest of الخَلقِcreation
ظَعَنَ الأَميرُ بِأَحسَنِ الخَلقِ
وَغَداand went off بِلُبِّكَwith your heart مَطلَعَthe rising-place of الشَرقِthe east
وَغَدا بِلُبِّكَ مَطلَعَ الشَرقِ
The emir departed with the fairest of creation,
The prince rose with the best of manners
and bore your heart away toward the eastern sunrise.
And your radiance dawned as the sunrise
مَرَّتshe passed عَلىby قَرَنٍQaran يُقادُbeing led بِهاwith her
مَرَّت عَلى قَرَنٍ يُقادُ بِها
تَعدوracing أَمامَahead of بَراذِنٍpalfreys زُرقِblue-gray
تَعدو أَمامَ بَراذِنٍ زُرقِ
She passed by Qaran, led along,
She trotted on a horn adorned with beauty
racing ahead of blue-gray palfreys.
Galloping ahead of the blue banners
فيin البَيتِthe house ذيpossessing الحَسَبِnoble lineage الرَفيعِlofty وَمِنand from among
في البَيتِ ذي الحَسَبِ الرَفيعِ وَمِن
أَهلِthe people of التُقىpiety والبِرِّand goodness والصدقِand truthfulness
أَهلِ التُقى والبِرِّ والصدقِ
She is of the house of lofty lineage, and of
In the noble and virtuous household
the people of piety, goodness, and truth.
Of purity, righteousness and truth
فَظَلِلتُso I remained كالمقهورِlike one overpowered مُهجَتهُhis heart
فَظَلِلتُ كالمقهورِ مُهجَتهُ
هذاthis الجُنونُmadness وَلَيسَand is not بِالعِشقِlove
هذا الجُنونُ وَلَيسَ بِالعِشقِ
So I remained like one whose heart is overcome:
So I remained oppressed in my love
this is madness, not love.
This is madness, not mere passion
أُترُجَّةٌa citron عَبِقَclung العَبيرُperfume بِهاto her
أُترُجَّةٌ عَبِقَ العَبيرُ بِها
عَبَقَthe clinging of الدِهانِoils بِجانِبِto the side of الحُقِّthe little jar
عَبَقَ الدِهانِ بِجانِبِ الحُقِّ
A citron, with perfume clinging to her,
A perfumed camel, fragrant as musk
as oils cling to the side of a little jar.
The scent of musk beside pure truth
وَتَنوءُand she struggles to rise تُثقِلُهاweighs her down عَجيزَتُهاher buttocks
وَتَنوءُ تُثقِلُها عَجيزَتُها
نَهضَlike the rising of الضَعيفِthe weak man يَنوءُhe struggles to rise بِالوَسقِbeneath the load
نَهضَ الضَعيفِ يَنوءُ بِالوَسقِ
And she struggles to rise, her buttocks weighing her down,
Bending under the weight of her litter
like a weak man rising, straining beneath a load.
The weak rise bearing the heavy load
ماnever صَبَّحَتshe greeted in the morning أَحَداًanyone بِرُؤيَتِهاwith the sight of her
ما صَبَّحَت أَحَداً بِرُؤيَتِها
إِلّاexcept غَداhe went off بِكواكِبِwith stars of الطَلقِtalc
إِلّا غَدا بِكواكِبِ الطَلقِ
She never greeted anyone in the morning with the sight of her
None who saw her at dawn but rose
without his going off with star-like flecks of talc.
With the stars of the morning glow
Sol 6.1