أَما وَلَآلٍ مِنْ شَتِيتِ ابْتِسَامِهِ

أَما وَلَآلٍ مِنْ شَتِيتِ ابْتِسَامِهِ

وَمَا خُطَّ في يَاقُوتِهِ مِنْ زَبَرْجَدِ

وَمَا خُطَّ في يَاقُوتِهِ مِنْ زَبَرْجَدِ

Ah, by the scattered pearls of his smile,

For the tears shed from his scattered smile,

and by the chrysolite traced upon his ruby,

And for what was etched in his ruby from emerald,

لَقَدْ باتَ يُجْرِي لُؤْلُؤاً فَوْقَ عَنْدَمٍ

لَقَدْ باتَ يُجْرِي لُؤْلُؤاً فَوْقَ عَنْدَمٍ

كما بِتُّ أُجْرِي عَنْدَماً فَوْقَ عَسْجَدِ

كما بِتُّ أُجْرِي عَنْدَماً فَوْقَ عَسْجَدِ

indeed, he spent the night letting pearls flow over crimson dye,

Indeed he had let pearls flow over languor -

as I spent the night letting crimson dye flow over gold.

As I let languor flow over pearls.

فَهَذَا عَقِيقٌ ذَائِبٌ في مُعَصْفَرٍ

فَهَذَا عَقِيقٌ ذَائِبٌ في مُعَصْفَرٍ

وَهَذا جُمانٌ سَائِلٌ في مُورَّدِ

وَهَذا جُمانٌ سَائِلٌ في مُورَّدِ

So this is molten carnelian in safflower-yellow,

And here is silver melted into pink.

and this is liquid pearl in rose-red.

So O my lively love since I fell for him,

فَيا فَرْقَدَ الحيِّ الَّذي مُذْ هَويتُهُ

فَيا فَرْقَدَ الحيِّ الَّذي مُذْ هَويتُهُ

تَكَفَّلَ طَرْفي رَعْي نَسْرٍ وفَرْقَدِ

تَكَفَّلَ طَرْفي رَعْي نَسْرٍ وفَرْقَدِ

So, O Farqad of the clan, ever since I fell in love with you,

My eyes have tended a female ostrich and her chick.

my eye has undertaken to keep watch over Nasr and Farqad.

Be gentle. Had you shot your arrow into the horizon

تَأَنّ فَلَوْ أَرْسَلْتَ سَهْمَكَ في الصَفا

تَأَنّ فَلَوْ أَرْسَلْتَ سَهْمَكَ في الصَفا

غَدا مارِقاً مِنْ كُل صَمَّاء جلْمَدِ

غَدا مارِقاً مِنْ كُل صَمَّاء جلْمَدِ

Go slowly, for if you loosed your arrow into hard rock,

It would have fled at dawn from every deaf rock.

it would pass clean through every solid boulder.

And had you shot me with any arrow but that of separation

وَلَوْ بِسِوَى سَهْمِ الفِرَاقِ رَمَيْتَنِي

وَلَوْ بِسِوَى سَهْمِ الفِرَاقِ رَمَيْتَنِي

حَنانَيْكَ لَمْ يَنْفُذْ بِدرْعِ تَجلُّدِي

حَنانَيْكَ لَمْ يَنْفُذْ بِدرْعِ تَجلُّدِي

And had you shot me with anything but the arrow of separation,

My affection would not have penetrated my coat of armor.

I beg your mercy—it would not have pierced the armor of my fortitude.

You refused and did not send a comforter to the wakeful,

صَدَدْتَ فَلَمْ تَبْعَثْ رُقَاداً لِسَاهِرٍ

صَدَدْتَ فَلَمْ تَبْعَثْ رُقَاداً لِسَاهِرٍ

وَصِدْتَ فَلَمْ تَتْرُكْ فُؤَاداً لِمكْمَدِ

وَصِدْتَ فَلَمْ تَتْرُكْ فُؤَاداً لِمكْمَدِ

You turned away, sending no slumber to the wakeful,

You blocked and left no heart for the extinguished.

and you hunted, leaving no heart for one consumed by grief.

You set up nooses of sorrow to catch him -

نَصَبْتَ حِبالاتِ الكَرَى لاقْتِناصِهِ

نَصَبْتَ حِبالاتِ الكَرَى لاقْتِناصِهِ

فَعاقَبْتَ جَفْنِي بالسُّهَادِ المُؤبَّدِ

فَعاقَبْتَ جَفْنِي بالسُّهَادِ المُؤبَّدِ

You set the snares of slumber to capture it,

So you punished my eyelids with perpetual sleeplessness.

so you punished my eyelid with everlasting sleeplessness.

And he approached, under his hair like the moon in the gloom,

وَأَقْبَلَ تَحْتَ الشَّعرِ كالبَدْرِ في الدُّجَى

وَأَقْبَلَ تَحْتَ الشَّعرِ كالبَدْرِ في الدُّجَى

عَلى مِثْلِ غصْنِ البانةِ المُتأَوِّدِ

عَلى مِثْلِ غصْنِ البانةِ المُتأَوِّدِ

And he came forth beneath his hair like the full moon in darkness,

On a branch of emblic like the loving vine.

upon a form like the swaying branch of a bān tree.