يروحيwith my soul (probably بروحي) بَلnay بِآبائيwith my forefathers الكِرامِthe noble
يروحي بَل بِآبائي الكِرامِ
رَشاًa gazelle fawn لِعبتplayed بِهِwith him أَيديhands المدامِwine
رَشاً لِعبت بِهِ أَيدي المدامِ
With my soul—nay, with my noble forefathers—I would ransom
With my soul, not with my honorable fathers,
a fawn whom the hands of wine have toyed with.
A young fawn I played with,
إِذاwhenever ماemphatic particle اِفتَرَّhe smiled عَنrevealing بَردhail (his white teeth) طَوَيناwe folded
إِذا ما اِفتَرَّ عَن بَرد طَوَينا
حَشاياناour hearts عَلىaround حَرّthe burning heat الأَوامof intense thirst
حَشايانا عَلى حَرّ الأَوام
Whenever he smiles, revealing hail-white teeth, we fold
When the bitter cold recedes from Mount Tuwan,
our hearts around the burning heat of thirst.
Our fires heat up during the hot days,
وَلَولاand were it not for عارضاهُhis two downy cheeks لَماwould not have عَلمناwe knew
وَلَولا عارضاهُ لَما عَلمنا
بِأَنthat البَدرthe full moon يَطلعrises فيin اللثامthe veil
بِأَن البَدر يَطلع في اللثام
Were it not for the down on his cheeks, we would not have known
And if clouds didn’t veil it, we wouldn’t know
that the full moon rises veiled.
That the full moon rises veiled,
لَعوبone who toys بِإِصطِبارwith the patience أَخىa brother to شُجونsorrows
لَعوب بِإِصطِبار أَخى شُجون
طَليقunrestrained الدَمعthe tears مَأثورrenowned الهيامlove-madness
طَليق الدَمع مَأثور الهيام
He toys with the patience of a man beset by sorrows,
A playful friend with enduring sorrows,
whose tears are unrestrained and whose love-madness is renowned.
Whose tears flow freely and zeal is cherished,
يُسابقraces دَمعَهُhis tears صَوبthe downpour الغَواديof morning rainclouds
يُسابق دَمعَهُ صَوب الغَوادي
وَيَحكيand echoes شَجوَهُhis grief نَوحthe lament الحَمامof doves
وَيَحكي شَجوَهُ نَوح الحَمام
The morning clouds' downpour races his tears,
His tears race towards the valleys,
and the doves' lament echoes his grief.
And his lament resembles the turtledoves' coos,
تَذكرhe recalled بِالحِماin the protected grounds إِذwhen شامَhe glimpsed بَرقاًlightning
تَذكر بِالحِما إِذ شامَ بَرقاً
زَمانthe time اللَهوof pleasure مُنتَسقharmoniously arranged النِظامthe order
زَمان اللَهو مُنتَسق النِظام
When he glimpsed lightning over the protected grounds, he recalled
Reminiscing when lightning flashed at night,
the days of pleasure, their order harmonious,
The days of playtime and organized lifestyle,
وَقَصرand a palace وَاسعwide الأَكنافthe sides رَحباًspacious
وَقَصر وَاسع الأَكناف رَحباً
يُجررhe trails فيهِin it أَذيالthe skirts الغَرامof passion
يُجرر فيهِ أَذيال الغَرام
and a spacious palace, broad on every side,
And a spacious palace with wide halls,
where he trailed the skirts of passion.
Where the train of love glides,
وَقَدand indeed نَظمتstrung لَناfor us كَفthe hand التَصابيof youthful dalliance
وَقَد نَظمت لَنا كَف التَصابي
عُقودnecklaces الوَصلof union فيon سلكthe thread المَرامof desire
عُقود الوَصل في سلك المَرام
And the hand of youthful dalliance had strung for us
And the palm of companionship knitted for us,
necklaces of union upon the thread of desire.
Braids of reunion in the path of purpose,
وَقَدand indeed سَقىwatered وَصلَناour union مَوصولthe unceasing flow دَمعيof my tears
وَقَد سَقى وَصلَنا مَوصول دَمعي
وَحيّاand greeted عَهدِناour days together عَهدrenewed rainfall الغَمامof the rainclouds
وَحيّا عَهدِنا عَهد الغَمام
And my unceasing tears had watered our union,
And the tears of our connection have quenched our bond,
and the rainclouds' returning showers greeted our days together.
And revived our covenant, the covenant of clouds.
Sol 6.1