كفيcease ملامكyour blame عنهfrom him والعذلاand reproach
كفي ملامك عنه والعذلا
قدalready ضاقgrew strained ذرعاًin endurance بالذيby what حملاhe bore
قد ضاق ذرعاً بالذي حملا
Spare him your blame and reproach;
Stop blaming him, though he's been unjust
He can no longer bear what he has borne.
Oppressed, burdened, he can take no more
ودعيand let مدامعهhis tears تسحpour forth وإنand even if
ودعي مدامعه تسح وإن
لمhave not تطفquenched منof نارfire الهوىlove شعلاflames
لم تطف من نار الهوى شعلا
And let his tears stream, even if
Let his tears flow and put out
They have quenched no flames of love's fire.
The fires of passion, if just a little
وذريةand leave him يرفلwalks with trailing hems فيin غلائلsheer robes منof
وذرية يرفل في غلائل من
نسجweave الغليلburning longing يجرهاhe drags them وملاweary
نسج الغليل يجرها وملا
And let him walk in sheer robes of
He wanders lost in the dark maze
Burning longing's weave, dragging them wearily.
Woven by torment that drags him along
ياO أختsister of كندةKinda رفهيsoothe كمداa grief-stricken man
يا أخت كندة رفهي كمدا
شربتhave drunk مفاصلهhis joints الهوىlove نهلاa deep first draught
شربت مفاصله الهوى نهلا
O sister of Kinda, soothe a grief-stricken man,
O sister of Kindah, comfort him
Whose joints have drunk deeply of love.
For desire has seeped into his bones
لوif كنتyou had been شاهدةa witness to مواقفناour encounters
لو كنت شاهدة مواقفنا
والبينand parting يضحكlaughs بينناbetween us جذلاgleefully
والبين يضحك بيننا جذلا
Had you witnessed our encounters,
If you had seen us in our misery
While parting laughed gleefully between us,
Parted, though laughter once rose between
والدمعand tears قدalready سالflowed الكثيبthe sand dune بهwith it
والدمع قد سال الكثيب به
حتىuntil لكادindeed almost يسيلmake flow المقلاthe eyeballs
حتى لكاد يسيل المقلا
And tears had set the sand dune flowing,
Tears streaming down his cheek
Till they nearly made the eyeballs flow,
Almost overflowing from his eyelid
لرثيتyou would have felt pity للعشاقfor the lovers راحمةcompassionately
لرثيت للعشاق راحمة
وعلمتand you would have known أنthat هوىlove of الملاحthe beautiful ones بلاa trial
وعلمت أن هوى الملاح بلا
You would have pitied the lovers with compassion,
You would mourn for all lovers
And known that love of beauties is a trial.
And know a sailor's love is endless
Sol 6.1