ياO طَائِراًbird ناحَwailed إذwhen طاحَfell الحمامُdeath بهِupon it
يا طَائِراً ناحَ إذ طاحَ الحمامُ بهِ
هَيَّجْتَyou stirred لِلصبِّfor the lovesick one يَوْمَday الحُزْنِgrief أَحْزاناsorrows
هَيَّجْتَ لِلصبِّ يَوْمَ الحُزْنِ أَحْزانا
O bird that wailed when death befell it,
O bird, when the doves fell upon him
You stirred sorrows in the lovesick one on the day of grief.
You stirred up sorrows for the lover on the day of sadness
فَباتَso he spent the night بالبانِwith the moringa tree مَشْغُوفاًenamored ولَيْسَand there is not بهِin him
فَباتَ بالبانِ مَشْغُوفاً ولَيْسَ بهِ
شَوْقٌlonging إليهfor it ولكنْbut مَنْthe one who حَكَىresembled الباناthe moringa tree
شَوْقٌ إليه ولكنْ مَنْ حَكَى البانا
So he spent the night enamored of the moringa tree, though he had
So he spent the night obsessed with distance, though
No longing for it, but for the one who resembled the moringa.
He feels no longing for it, but who can explain obsession?
ياO مُخْجِلَyou who shame الغُصْنِthe bough إذwhen يَهْتَزُّsways ناعِمُهُits supple part
يا مُخْجِلَ الغُصْنِ إذ يَهْتَزُّ ناعِمُهُ
لِيناًgently وَيُوسِعُand lavishes مَنْthe one whom نَهْواهُwe love him إلياناtenderness
لِيناً وَيُوسِعُ مَنْ نَهْواهُ إليانا
O you who shame the bough, whose supple form sways
O you who embarrass the soft, swaying branch
Gently, and lavishes tenderness on the one we love.
With your gentle leaning, granting intimacy to those you allow close
لوْلاكَwere it not for you ماnot هاجَتِstirred الوَرْقاءthe gray dove ليfor me فَنناًa bough
لوْلاكَ ما هاجَتِ الوَرْقاء لي فَنناً
ولاnor أَرِقْتُI lay sleepless لِظَبْيٍfor a gazelle باتَspent the night وَسْنَاناdrowsy
ولا أَرِقْتُ لِظَبْيٍ باتَ وَسْنَانا
But for you, the gray dove would not have stirred my longing for a bough,
Were it not for you, the blossoms would not have stirred in me passions
Nor would I have lain awake for a gazelle that spent the night drowsing.
Nor would I have lost sleep for a gazelle spending the night in the valley
وَرُبَّand many a لَيْلٍnight صَحِبْناwe kept company فيin دُجُنَّتِهits darkness
وَرُبَّ لَيْلٍ صَحِبْنا في دُجُنَّتِه
مِنَamong الكواعبِthe full-breasted maidens أقماراًmoons وأغصاناand boughs
مِنَ الكواعبِ أقماراً وأغصانا
And many a night, in its darkness, we kept company
And many a night we kept company in its darkness
With full-breasted maidens—moons and boughs.
Among the maidens, moons and branches
بِحيْثُwhere نَلْثُمwe kiss تُفَّاحَthe apples الخُدودِof cheeks علىupon
بِحيْثُ نَلْثُم تُفَّاحَ الخُدودِ على
بانِthe moringa tree القُدودِof figures وَنجْنيand we pluck مِنْهُfrom it رُمَّاناpomegranates
بانِ القُدودِ وَنجْني مِنْهُ رُمَّانا
Where we would kiss the apples of cheeks upon
Where we would kiss the apples of cheeks upon
The moringa of their figures, and pluck pomegranates from it.
The cups of the slim, and pluck pomegranates from them
بِكُلِّwith every صَافٍclear one لَدَىbeside صَافٍclear one يُريكَshows you علىupon
بِكُلِّ صَافٍ لَدَى صَافٍ يُريكَ على
لُجَينهِits silver مِنْfrom سَقيطِwhat has fallen النَّوْرِthe blossoms عَقْيانَاpure gold
لُجَينهِ مِنْ سَقيطِ النَّوْرِ عَقْيانَا
With each clear one beside another clear one, showing you upon
With every pure one next to a pure one, you are shown upon
Its silver, pure gold from fallen blossoms.
Their smooth cheeks from the falling starlights, wine glasses
Sol 6.1