عَجباًhow strange! وطَرْفُكَand your gaze لِلدِّماءِfor bloodshed مُحلِّلُmaking lawful
عَجباً وطَرْفُكَ لِلدِّماءِ مُحلِّلُ
لِدَوامِat the endurance of دَوْلَتِكَyour reign الَّتيwhich لاnot تَعْدِلُacts justly
لِدَوامِ دَوْلَتِكَ الَّتي لا تَعْدِلُ
How strange, when your gaze makes bloodshed lawful,
Strange that your eyes delight in blood
that your reign endures, though it is unjust!
For the eternal reign that knows no good
وإذاand when أَتىcomes خَطُّthe line of العِذارcheek-down مُجدِّداًrenewing
وإذا أَتى خَطُّ العِذار مُجدِّداً
لَكَfor you فيin الولايةِrule ياoh تُرَىone wonders مَنْwho يَعْزِلُdeposes
لَكَ في الولايةِ يا تُرَى مَنْ يَعْزِلُ
And when the line of down on your cheek comes to renew
And if the critics' voices rise anew
your tenure in power, who, I wonder, can depose you?
Against your rule, who then will intercede?
لَامَblamed العَذُولُthe reproacher علىfor هَواكَlove of you جَهالَةًignorantly
لَامَ العَذُولُ على هَواكَ جَهالَةً
تَبّاًruin! لهupon him أَعَلَىis it for…? مِثَالِكَone like you يَعْذِلُhe reproaches
تَبّاً له أَعَلَى مِثَالِكَ يَعْذِلُ
The reproacher ignorantly blamed me for loving you;
The critics chide your love through ignorance
May he perish! Does he reproach me for loving one like you?
Curse them! None should your ideal image dismiss
فَعَلَيهِso it is incumbent on him أَنْto يُبْديvoice المَلامةَreproach جاهِداًstriving hard
فَعَلَيهِ أَنْ يُبْدي المَلامةَ جاهِداً
وَعَلىand incumbent on المُحِبِّthe lover بِأَنَّهthat he لاnot يَقْبَلُaccepts
وَعَلى المُحِبِّ بِأَنَّه لا يَقْبَلُ
So his task is to voice reproach with all his might,
On them the burden lies to strongly chastise
and the lover's task is not to accept it.
While for the lover only love exists
يَاO طَلْعَةَcountenance of القَمَرِthe moon الَّذيwhom لاnot أَنْثَنِيI turn away
يَا طَلْعَةَ القَمَرِ الَّذي لا أَنْثَنِي
عَنْfrom حُبِّهِlove of him أبداًever ولاand not أَتَبَدَّلُI change
عَنْ حُبِّهِ أبداً ولا أَتَبَدَّلُ
O countenance of the moon—I shall never turn away
O moon-like beauty, steadfast is my devotion
from love of him, nor shall I change.
Never to fade or transmute this emotion
شَخِصَgazed fixedly الأنامُall people إِلىat جَمالِكَyour beauty وَانْثَنُواand they turned away
شَخِصَ الأنامُ إِلى جَمالِكَ وَانْثَنُوا
عَنْهُfrom it وَقَدْand already أَثْنواthey spoke in praise عَلَيهِof it وأَجْمَلواand they spoke well
عَنْهُ وَقَدْ أَثْنوا عَلَيهِ وأَجْمَلوا
All people gazed at your beauty and turned
All turn to your beauty, marvel and admire
away from it, having praised it and spoken well.
Then turn away, though they praise and admire
فَحَدِيثُهُمْso their account عَنْof حُسْنِthe beauty of وَجْهِكَyour face مُسْنَدٌsupported by a transmission chain
فَحَدِيثُهُمْ عَنْ حُسْنِ وَجْهِكَ مُسْنَدٌ
وَحَدِيثُهُمْand their account عَنْof طِيبِthe sweetness of رِيقِكَyour saliva مُرْسَلُwith a missing link in transmission
وَحَدِيثُهُمْ عَنْ طِيبِ رِيقِكَ مُرْسَلُ
So their account of your face's beauty has a chain of transmission,
Their talk of your beauty and graces abound
and their account of your saliva's sweetness has a missing link.
Their talk of your sweetness flows unbound
Sol 6.1