كَبِدٌa liver مِنfrom سِنانthe spearhead of لَحظِكَyour glance جَرحىwounded
كَبِدٌ مِن سِنان لَحظِكَ جَرحى
وَعُيونٌand eyes تَردِّدrepeat الدَمعthe tears سَفحاin torrents
وَعُيونٌ تَردِّد الدَمع سَفحا
A liver wounded by the spearhead of your glance,
My liver is wounded by your piercing glance,
and eyes that pour forth tears again and again,
And eyes that shed tears like rain pouring down.
وَحَنينand yearning إِلىfor الدِيارthe dwellings وَوَجدand ardent passion
وَحَنين إِلى الدِيار وَوَجد
يَستَفزrouses النُهىreason وَشَوقand longing الحاgrew insistent
يَستَفز النُهى وَشَوق الحا
and yearning for the dwellings, and ardent passion
Yearning for home and love
that rouses reason, and longing grown insistent.
Provokes desire and awakens fervent passion.
يابنO son of وَديmy love تَفديكransom you مِنfrom كُلevery سوءharm
يابن وَدي تَفديك مِن كُل سوء
مهجsouls فيكَfor your sake لَيسَnot تَقبلaccept نُصحاcounsel
مهج فيكَ لَيسَ تَقبل نُصحا
O son of my love, may you be ransomed from every harm
O beloved friend, I'd sacrifice myself to protect you from all harm,
by souls that, for your sake, accept no counsel.
For you are stubborn and reject all advice.
قُمrise بِناwith us نَجتَليlet us behold المَدامةthe wine بكراًvirgin
قُم بِنا نَجتَلي المَدامة بكراً
حَيثُwhere طابَgrew sweet الهَوىlove وَنَسكُنand let us dwell in صَرحاa palace
حَيثُ طابَ الهَوى وَنَسكُن صَرحا
Rise with us; let us unveil the virgin wine,
Come, let us meet at dawn to share wine,
where love is sweet, and let us dwell in a palace,
Where love is bliss and we find tranquility.
فيin رِياضgardens كَأَنَّماas though هِيthey خَدّاtwo cheeks (continued)
في رِياض كَأَنَّما هِي خَدّا
كَبَهاءyour [cheeks], in beauty وَطيبand the perfume of صِدغَيكyour two temples نَفحاin wafting fragrance
كَبَهاء وَطيب صِدغَيك نَفحا
in gardens, as though they were your two cheeks
In gardens, as if they were your soft cheeks -
in beauty, and your temples' perfume in fragrance;
Radiant, and scented with your sweet breath.
مَطلَعاًa dawning مِنfrom ضِياءthe radiance of وَجهِكَyour face وَالفرand the tresses (continued)
مَطلَعاً مِن ضِياء وَجهِكَ وَالفر
عending of 'tresses' ظَلاماًdarkness يَغشىveils العُيونthe eyes وَصُبحاand dawn
ع ظَلاماً يَغشى العُيون وَصُبحا
a dawning from your face's radiance, while your tresses
Rising with the glow of your face, dispelling
are darkness veiling the eyes and dawn.
The darkness that veils eyes at dawn.
سكرgrew drunk الكاسthe cup إِذwhen سَكرتI grew drunk بِعَينيكon your two eyes
سكر الكاس إِذ سَكرت بِعَينيك
فَكانَso was المدامthe wine منيthan I أَصحىmore sober
فَكانَ المدام مني أَصحى
The cup grew drunk when I grew drunk on your eyes,
I was drunk with the wine as I was drunk with your eyes,
so the wine was more sober than I.
So for me the wine was the sober one.
جلَّexalted is مِنwho صاغfashioned مِنfrom لَواحظكyour glances النجلwide-eyed
جلَّ مِن صاغ مِن لَواحظك النجل
حُساماًa keen sword وَمِنand from قوامكyour stature رُمحاa spear
حُساماً وَمِن قوامك رُمحا
Exalted is He who fashioned from your wide-eyed glances
He who fashioned the starry swords from your glances,
a keen sword, and from your stature a spear.
And from your figure, lances.
قُلtell لِمَنto whoever لامَblamed فيfor هَواكloving you مُحبّاًa lover
قُل لِمَن لامَ في هَواك مُحبّاً
أَلفgrew accustomed to السُهدsleeplessness ياO عَذوليmy reproacher تَنحاstand aside
أَلف السُهد يا عَذولي تَنحا
Tell whoever blamed a lover for loving you—
Say to those who blame me for loving you -
one used to sleeplessness—“O my reproacher, stand aside!”
"A thousand greetings, oh most graceful one!"
وَاترُكand abandon الهَجرestrangement ساعَةًfor a while فَلَعليso perhaps I
وَاترُك الهَجر ساعَةً فَلَعلي
أَجِدI find القَلبthe heart مِنfrom صُدودكyour rejection صَحاrecovered
أَجِد القَلب مِن صُدودك صَحا
And leave estrangement for a while; perhaps I
Leave this estrangement but for an hour, perhaps
will find my heart recovered from your rejection.
My heart will find solace in your affection.
وَأَرىand I see الهَجرestrangement ساعَةًfor a while فَلَعَليso perhaps I
وَأَرى الهَجر ساعَةً فَلَعَلي
أَجدI find القَلبthe heart مِنfrom صُدودكyour rejection صَحاrecovered
أَجد القَلب مِن صُدودك صَحا
And I see estrangement for a while; perhaps I
Let me glimpse the knot of eyelashes binding
will find my heart recovered from your rejection.
And sleep restoring harmony after discord.
وَأَرىand I see القُربقnearness (text uncertain) عاقِداًforging بَينَbetween جِفنيmy eyelid
وَأَرى القُربق عاقِداً بَينَ جِفني
وَمَناميand my sleep بَعدَafter التَفَرُّقseparation صلحاa reconciliation
وَمَنامي بَعدَ التَفَرُّق صلحا
And I see nearness forging, between my eyelid
Let me adorn the brow of time with a necklace
and my sleep, peace after separation.
That the skilled hand of poetry praises.
وَأَحليand I adorn جيدthe neck of الزَمانtime بعقدwith a necklace
وَأَحلي جيد الزَمان بعقد
نَظمتهُstrung it يدthe hand of القَريحةpoetic inspiration مَدحاas praise
نَظمتهُ يد القَريحة مَدحا
And I adorn time's neck with a necklace
Praising the most generous of all people,
that the hand of inspiration has strung as praise
He is the soul who finds success.
لِجَوادfor a generous man كُلall الأَنامhumankind جسومٌbodies
لِجَواد كُل الأَنام جسومٌ
وَهُوَand he روحa spirit بِهاthrough it تَصادفyou encounter نَجحاsuccess
وَهُوَ روح بِها تَصادف نَجحا
for a generous man; all humankind are bodies,
With traits - if for each limb I had
and he is their spirit, through which you find success.
A mouth describing them, it would tire.
ذوpossessed of خصالqualities لَوif أَنthat فيin كُلevery عُضوlimb
ذو خصال لَو أَن في كُل عُضو
ليof mine فَماًa mouth واصِفاًdescribing لِأَعيتهُI would exhaust it شَرحاin explanation
لي فَماً واصِفاً لِأَعيتهُ شَرحا
He has qualities such that, if in every limb
Moon of the horizon of grandeur, sun of glory,
of mine there were a mouth to describe them, I would exhaust it in the telling.
Cloud of benevolence, though rain is scarce.
بَدرُthe full moon of أُفقthe horizon of العُلاeminence وَشَمسand the sun of المَعاليlofty virtues
بَدرُ أُفق العُلا وَشَمس المَعالي
وَغَمامand the cloud of النَداgenerosity إِذاwhen الغَيثthe rain شَحاgrew scant
وَغَمام النَدا إِذا الغَيث شَحا
The full moon of glory's horizon, the sun of lofty virtues,
Wakeful, sowing generosity and honor,
and the cloud of generosity when rain grows scant;
A knowing protector who blankets all with love.
ناثىspreader of الفَضلexcellence والمَكارمand noble deeds يَقظاwatchful (continued)
ناثى الفَضل والمَكارم يَقظا
نending of 'watchful' عَليمlearned يَطويfolds عَلىover الودّaffection كَشحاa flank
ن عَليم يَطوي عَلى الودّ كَشحا
a spreader of excellence and noble deeds, watchful,
Wise in judgment, he only sees
learned, folding his flank over affection;
A kind lord, most splendid and forgiving.
حازمresolute in الرايjudgment لَيسَnot تُبصرyou behold إِلّاexcept
حازم الراي لَيسَ تُبصر إِلّا
مِنهُin him مَولىa patron أَغَرradiant أَروعawe-inspiring سَمحاgenerous
مِنهُ مَولى أَغَر أَروع سَمحا
resolute in judgment, you behold nothing but
Delight in him, whenever time inclines to loss -
a radiant, awe-inspiring, generous patron in him.
There you will find profit.
لُذseek refuge بِهِin him حِيثُماwhenever الزَمانtime إِلىtoward الخسرloss
لُذ بِهِ حِيثُما الزَمان إِلى الخسر
تَداعىcollapsed تَنظرyou see هُنالِكَthere رِبحاgain
تَداعى تَنظر هُنالِكَ رِبحا
Seek refuge in him whenever fortune, toward loss,
His meadows of noble traits have stirred me,
comes tumbling; there you will see gain.
And, like doves, returned my zeal.
هَيجتَنيstirred me رِياضthe gardens of أَخلاقِهِhis virtues الغُرradiant
هَيجتَني رِياض أَخلاقِهِ الغُر
فَردَّتso they answered كَالحَمائِمِlike doves صَدحاin song
فَردَّت كَالحَمائِمِ صَدحا
The gardens of his radiant virtues stirred me,
He offered the cup of affection, so I sang
then they answered in song, like doves.
A eulogy with rhymes of sincerity.
وَسَقانيand he gave me to drink كاسthe cup of الوِدادaffection فَأَنشدso recited (continued)
وَسَقاني كاس الوِداد فَأَنشد
تI (verb ending) مَديحاًpraise حَوىcontained قَوافِيَrhymes فَصحاeloquent
ت مَديحاً حَوى قَوافِيَ فَصحا
And he gave me the cup of affection to drink, so I recited
I was lost until I saw your dawn
praise containing eloquent rhymes,
Driving the shadows from my heart.
غِبafter ماwhen كُنتI had been لاnot أَزالI cease وَحَظيand my fortune
غِب ما كُنت لا أَزال وَحَظي
عَنfrom طَريقthe path of النَجاحsuccess يَضربturns صَفحاaside
عَن طَريق النَجاح يَضرب صَفحا
after I had continually—while my fortune
My tears were replaced with smiles
turned away from the path of success—
And sorrow with joy in praising you.
أَقطعI pass اللَيلthe night وَهُوَand it is أَسَودblack يَزيincreases (continued)
أَقطع اللَيل وَهُوَ أَسَود يَزي
دُّending of 'increases' كَقَلبlike the heart of الحَسودthe envious يَضمرharbors قَبحاugliness
دُّ كَقَلب الحَسود يَضمر قَبحا
passed the night, black and growing darker,
I should be thankful
like an envious man's heart, harboring ugliness,
For hands that race to give generously.
وَأَرىand I see اليَومthe day قانِياًcrimson فَكَأَنيso it is as though I
وَأَرى اليَوم قانِياً فَكَأَني
مُودعlodging مِنهُfrom it فيin الحَشاشَةِthe remnant of life جَرحاa wound
مُودع مِنهُ في الحَشاشَةِ جَرحا
and seen the day crimson, as though I
Such ornate composition is but praise
were lodging a wound from it in my life's core.
For Muhammad, erased are his debts.
غَيرَyet إِنّيindeed I لَماwhen تَرأَيتI beheld صُبحاًa dawn
غَيرَ إِنّي لَما تَرأَيت صُبحاً
مِنكَfrom you يَبدوappears جَلاcleared عَنfrom القَلبthe heart جَنحاnight's gloom
مِنكَ يَبدو جَلا عَن القَلب جَنحا
Yet when I beheld a dawn
appearing from you, it cleared the night's gloom from my heart.
وَتَعوضتand I took in exchange عَنinstead of بُكائيmy weeping اِبتِساماًa smile
وَتَعوضت عَن بُكائي اِبتِساماً
وَعَنand instead of الحُزنsorrow بِامتِداحِكَthrough praising you فَرحاjoy
وَعَن الحُزن بِامتِداحِكَ فَرحا
And I exchanged my weeping for a smile,
and sorrow for joy through praising you.
فَجَديرso it is fitting بِأَنthat أَكونI should be شَكوراًgrateful
فَجَدير بِأَن أَكون شَكوراً
لِأَيادٍfor favors تُسابقrace الوَدقthe rain سَحاin pouring forth
لِأَيادٍ تُسابق الوَدق سَحا
So it is fitting that I should be grateful
for favors that race the rain in their outpouring.
ماnot النِظامthe verse البَديعwondrous إِلّاexcept مَديحpraise
ما النِظام البَديع إِلّا مَديح
لِلكَريميfor al-Karimi مُحَمدMuhammad لَيسَnot يَمحاerased
لِلكَريمي مُحَمد لَيسَ يَمحا
This wondrous verse is nothing but praise
for Muhammad al-Karimi—praise never to be erased.
Partial English translation: 48 of 56 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1