ذَراleave off (you two) اللَومَblame ياO بنيsons of سالِمٍSalim إِنَّindeed صَبوَتيmy infatuation
ذَرا اللَومَ يا بني سالِمٍ إِنَّ صَبوَتي
رَمَتْhas struck كُلَّevery لاحٍreproacher مِنfrom إِبائيmy defiance بِمُسكِتِwith a silencing reply
رَمَتْ كُلَّ لاحٍ مِن إِبائي بِمُسكِتِ
Leave off blame, O sons of Salim, for my infatuation
Spare me your blame, O son of Salim,
has struck every reproacher with a silencing reply born of my defiance.
My passion hurled arrows at the tents of my enemies.
أَمُرُّI pass بِحُزوىby Huzwa مُطرِقاًwith head bowed خيفَةَfor fear of العِداthe enemies
أَمُرُّ بِحُزوى مُطرِقاً خيفَةَ العِدا
وَإِنand if أَرَI see مِنهُمon their part غَفلَةًinattention أَتَلَفَّتِI glance around
وَإِن أَرَ مِنهُم غَفلَةً أَتَلَفَّتِ
I pass by Huzwa, head bowed for fear of enemies;
I pass by their abodes stealthily, watching for their negligence,
and if I see them off their guard, I glance around.
And when I find them off guard, I pounce.
وَلَولاand were it not for الهَوىlove لَمnot أَتَّبِعْI follow خُدَعَdeceits المُنىhopes
وَلَولا الهَوى لَم أَتَّبِعْ خُدَعَ المُنى
فَلاso do not تَطمَعاhope (you two) فيfor زَلَّةِa slip of المُتَثبِّتِthe circumspect person
فَلا تَطمَعا في زَلَّةِ المُتَثبِّتِ
And were it not for love, I would not follow hope’s deceits;
If not for desire, I would not have followed the deceits of fate.
so do not hope, you two, for a slip from one so circumspect.
So do not hope for a misstep from one so steadfast.
أَياO دَهرُTime لِمwhy فَرَّقتَyou separated بَينَbetween أَحِبَّتيmy loved ones
أَيا دَهرُ لِم فَرَّقتَ بَينَ أَحِبَّتي
وَماand what تَبتَغيyou seek مِنfrom شَمليَmy company المُتَشَتِّتِscattered
وَما تَبتَغي مِن شَمليَ المُتَشَتِّتِ
O Time, why have you separated my loved ones?
O time, why did you separate me from my beloved,
And what do you seek from my scattered company?
What do you gain from scattering my gathering?
وَليand I have كَبِدٌa liver حَرَّىburning فَهاso here هِيَit أُلقِيَتْhas been cast
وَلي كَبِدٌ حَرَّى فَها هِيَ أُلقِيَتْ
إِلَيكَto you فَصَدِّعْso cleave كَيفَas شِئتَyou wish وَفَتِّتِand crush to pieces
إِلَيكَ فَصَدِّعْ كَيفَ شِئتَ وَفَتِّتِ
And I have a burning liver—here it is, cast
I have a burning liver, here, I cast it to you,
to you; so cleave it as you wish, and crush it to pieces.
Shatter it as you wish, crush and pulverize it.
Sol 6.1