هِيَshe أَنتَyou مِنthe one whom أَهوىI love وَقاتِلَتيand my slayer الَّتيwho
هِيَ أَنتَ مِن أَهوى وَقاتِلَتي الَّتي
خُنتyou betrayed الوَفاءfidelity وَعَزand became rare مِنكَfrom you مَزارa visit
خُنت الوَفاء وَعَز مِنكَ مَزار
It is you I love, and you are my slayer, who
Broke faith; a visit from you has grown rare.
بِالأَمسyesterday وَقَعتsang الحَمائمthe doves بَينَناbetween us
بِالأَمس وَقَعت الحَمائم بَينَنا
نَغمthe melody الهَوىof love وَشَدَتand sang لَناfor us الأَطيارthe birds
نَغم الهَوى وَشَدَت لَنا الأَطيار
Yesterday the doves sang between us
Love’s melody, and the birds sang for us.
وَسَرَتand flowed مِياهwaters الحُبof love فيماin the space بَينناbetween us
وَسَرَت مِياه الحُب فيما بَيننا
وَاليَومand today هَجركyour desertion وَالضَنىand wasting pain سِيارroaming
وَاليَوم هَجرك وَالضَنى سِيار
And love’s waters flowed between us.
And today your desertion roams with wasting pain.
جَناتgardens عَدنof Eden أَنتyou ساعةat the hour نَلتَقيwe meet
جَنات عَدن أَنت ساعة نَلتَقي
وَلَظىand the blaze السَعيرof hellfire نَواكyour distance حينَat the time of بِدارhastening away
وَلَظى السَعير نَواك حينَ بِدار
You are the gardens of Eden when we meet,
And your distance is hellfire’s blaze when you hasten away.
وَلَقدand indeed يَقربكbrings you near الخَيالimagination فَأَنثَنيso I turn
وَلَقد يَقربك الخَيال فَأَنثَني
لِأَضمهto embrace it وَإِذاand behold بِهِthere it is خطارa passing phantom
لِأَضمه وَإِذا بِهِ خطار
And indeed imagination brings you near, so I turn
To embrace it—and behold, a passing phantom.
وَإِذاand behold بِهِthere it is هُوَit أَنتَyou ساعةat the hour قَربتdrew together
وَإِذا بِهِ هُوَ أَنتَ ساعة قَربت
تَحتَbeneath الخَمائلthe leafy groves بَينناbetween us الأَقدارthe fates
تَحتَ الخَمائل بَيننا الأَقدار
And behold, it is you, at the hour we were drawn together
Beneath the leafy groves by fate.
وَتَعيدكand brings you back الذكرىmemory وَماand there is not مِنany وامقlover
وَتَعيدك الذكرى وَما مِن وامق
إِلاexcept that وَيورثهand bequeaths him الضَنىwasting pain التذكارremembrance
إِلا وَيورثه الضَنى التذكار
And memory brings you back; there is no lover
To whom remembrance does not bequeath wasting pain.
إِنif كانَis سحركyour magic فيin جُفونكyour eyelids قابِعاًlurking
إِن كانَ سحرك في جُفونك قابِعاً
فَسِواكthen others besides you جادَhas drenched عَذابهits torment المدرارtorrential
فَسِواك جادَ عَذابه المدرار
If your magic lurks within your eyelids,
Then its torrential torment has drenched others.
وَسِواكَand others besides you ماتdied بِهِfrom it وَغَيركand another besides you مصطلburning
وَسِواكَ مات بِهِ وَغَيرك مصطل
بِأوارهin its blaze وَلِمَنand for whoever عَداكَis other than you أَوارburning heat
بِأواره وَلِمَن عَداكَ أَوار
And others have died of it, and others burn
In its blaze; for all but you, there is burning heat.
هَذاthis فُؤاديmy heart فَاِنظُريso look تامورهits core
هَذا فُؤادي فَاِنظُري تاموره
تَبدوappear لِعَينكto your eye دونَهُbefore it الآثارthe scars
تَبدو لِعَينك دونَهُ الآثار
This is my heart; look into its core—
The scars meet your eye before you reach it.
سُبحانكGlory be to You اللَهُمO God كَمhow many مِنof مُقلةan eye
سُبحانك اللَهُم كَم مِن مُقلة
لِلسحرfor enchantment فيهاwithin it مَنزلa dwelling وَقرارand a resting place
لِلسحر فيها مَنزل وَقرار
Glory be to You, O God! How many an eye
In which enchantment has a dwelling and a resting place!
سُبحانكGlory be to You اللَهُمO God كَمhow many وَجنةa cheek
سُبحانك اللَهُم كَم وَجنة
يَسريstreams شُعاعكYour radiance فَوقَهاover it فَتُنارand so it is illumined
يَسري شُعاعك فَوقَها فَتُنار
Glory be to You, O God! How many a cheek
Your radiance streams over, and it is illumined!
تَزهوshines proudly عَلىabove وَردroses الرُبىthe hills وَكَأَنَّماand as though
تَزهو عَلى وَرد الرُبى وَكَأَنَّما
نَبَتَتsprouted بِغَرسكthrough Your planting فَوقَهاupon it الأَزهارthe flowers
نَبَتَت بِغَرسك فَوقَها الأَزهار
It outshines the roses of the hills, as though
Flowers had sprung upon it through Your planting.
Sol 6.1