أَكَلثَمO Kaltham فُكّيset free عانِياًa captive بِكِwith you مُغرَماenamored
أَكَلثَم فُكّي عانِياً بِكِ مُغرَما
وَشُدّيand tighten قُوىstrands حَبلٍa cord لَناfor us قَدalready تَصَرَّماhas been severed
وَشُدّي قُوى حَبلٍ لَنا قَد تَصَرَّما
O Kaltham, free a captive madly in love with you,
And tighten the strands of our cord, which has been severed.
فَإِنfor if تُسعِفيهِyou aid him مَرَّةًonce بِنوالِكُمwith your favor
فَإِن تُسعِفيهِ مَرَّةً بِنوالِكُم
فَقَدfor indeed طالَماso often لَمdid not يَنجُescape مِنكِfrom you مُسَلَّماunharmed
فَقَد طالَما لَم يَنجُ مِنكِ مُسَلَّما
If you grant him your favor just once,
He has so often failed to escape you unscathed.
كَفىit is enough حَزَناًsorrow أَنthat تَجمَعَbring together الدارُthe dwelling شَملَناour company
كَفى حَزَناً أَن تَجمَعَ الدارُ شَملَنا
وَأُمسيand I spend the evening قَريباًnearby لاnot أَزورُكِI visit you كَلثَماKaltham
وَأُمسي قَريباً لا أَزورُكِ كَلثَما
It is sorrow enough that the dwelling brings us together,
Yet I spend the evening nearby without visiting you, Kaltham.
دَعيleave القَلبَthe heart لاnot يَزدَدincrease خَبالاًmadness مَعَalong with الَّذيthat which
دَعي القَلبَ لا يَزدَد خَبالاً مَعَ الَّذي
بِهِin it مِنكِfrom you أَوor داويheal جَواهُits burning anguish المُكَتَّماconcealed
بِهِ مِنكِ أَو داوي جَواهُ المُكَتَّما
Leave the heart be, lest its madness grow beyond what
It already suffers from you—or heal its concealed burning anguish.
وَمَنand whoever كانَwas لاnot يَعدوgoes beyond هَواهُhis passion لِسانَهُhis tongue
وَمَن كانَ لا يَعدو هَواهُ لِسانَهُ
فَقَدfor indeed حَلَّsettled فيin قَلبيmy heart هَواكِlove for you وَخَيَّماand pitched its tent
فَقَد حَلَّ في قَلبي هَواكِ وَخَيَّما
And if someone's love goes no further than his tongue,
Yet love for you has settled in my heart and pitched its tent.
وَلَيسَand it is not بِتَزويقِby embellishment اللِسانِthe tongue وَصَوغِهِand its crafting
وَلَيسَ بِتَزويقِ اللِسانِ وَصَوغِهِ
وَلَكِنَّهُbut it قَدindeed خالَطَhas mingled with اللحمَthe flesh وَالدَّماand the blood
وَلَكِنَّهُ قَد خالَطَ اللحمَ وَالدَّما
Nor is it embellishment and artful phrasing of the tongue;
Rather, it has mingled with flesh and blood.
Sol 6.1