صُدُودُكَyour turning away هَلْwill ...? لَهُfor it أَمَدٌan end قَرِيبٌnear
صُدُودُكَ هَلْ لَهُ أَمَدٌ قَرِيبٌ
وَوَصْلُكَand union with you هَلْwill ...? يَكُونُcome about وَلاand no رَقِيبُwatcher
وَوَصْلُكَ هَلْ يَكُونُ وَلا رَقِيبُ
Will your turning away soon come to an end?
Your aversion, does it have a near end?
And will there be union with you, with no watcher?
And your affection, will it occur without supervision?
قُضاةَO judges الحُسْنِof beauty ماwhat صُنْعِيmy recourse بِطرْفٍwith a gaze
قُضاةَ الحُسْنِ ما صُنْعِي بِطرْفٍ
تَمَنَّىwished for مِثْلَهُits like الرَّشأُthe gazelle fawn الرَّبِيبُthe hand-reared one
تَمَنَّى مِثْلَهُ الرَّشأُ الرَّبِيبُ
O judges of beauty, what am I to do with a gaze
Judges of beauty, it is not my doing with a glance,
Whose like the hand-reared gazelle fawn has longed for?
The young bud wished for its like.
رَمَىit shot فَأَصابَand then struck قَلْبِيmy heart باجْتِهادٍwith diligence
رَمَى فَأَصابَ قَلْبِي باجْتِهادٍ
صَدَقْتُمْyou spoke truly كُلُّevery مُجْتَهدٍone who strives مُصِيبُon target
صَدَقْتُمْ كُلُّ مُجْتَهدٍ مُصِيبُ
It shot and, with diligence, struck my heart.
It aimed and struck my heart with diligence.
You spoke truly: everyone who strives hits the mark.
You spoke truthfully, every diligent one achieves.
بِأيّwith what حُشَاشةٍremnant of life وَبِأَيّand with what طَرْفٍeye
بِأيّ حُشَاشةٍ وَبِأَيّ طَرْفٍ
أحَاوِلُI seek فيin الهَوَىlove عَيْشاًa life يَطيبُis pleasant
أحَاوِلُ في الهَوَى عَيْشاً يَطيبُ
With what remnant of life, and with what eye
With what coyness and with what glance
Can I seek a pleasant life in love?
Do I live pleasantly in passion?
وَهذِيand this فِيكَconcerning you لَيْسَis not لَهَاfor it نَصيرٌa champion
وَهذِي فِيكَ لَيْسَ لَهَا نَصيرٌ
وَهَذَاand this مِنْكَfrom you لَيْسَis not لَهُfor it نَصِيبُa share
وَهَذَا مِنْكَ لَيْسَ لَهُ نَصِيبُ
While this remnant has no champion in loving you,
This one in you has no helper for her,
And this eye has no share of you.
And this from you has no allotment.
وَفِيand in تِلْكَthose الهَوادِجِcamel litters ظَاعِناتٌdeparting women
وَفِي تِلْكَ الهَوادِجِ ظَاعِناتٌ
سَرَيْنَthey journeyed by night وكُلُّand every ذِيone with وَلَهٍlovesickness حَبيبُbeloved
سَرَيْنَ وكُلُّ ذِي وَلَهٍ حَبيبُ
And in those camel litters are departing women;
And in those passionate gazes, evocative,
They journeyed by night, and every lovesick one is beloved.
Delightful, and every infatuated has a lover.
إذاwhen أَسْفَرْنَthey unveiled their faces فانكسَرَتْso became downcast عُيُونٌeyes
إذا أَسْفَرْنَ فانكسَرَتْ عُيُونٌ
لَهُنَّbefore them فَتَكنَthey slew فَانكَسَرَتْso broke قُلُوبُhearts
لَهُنَّ فَتَكنَ فَانكَسَرَتْ قُلُوبُ
When they unveiled, eyes fell downcast
When they reveal themselves, eyes are broken,
Before them; they dealt death, and hearts broke.
For them is destruction, so hearts are broken.
فَيَاso, O تِلْكَthose الذَّوائِبthe tresses هَلْis there ...? صَبَاحٌa dawn
فَيَا تِلْكَ الذَّوائِب هَلْ صَبَاحٌ
فَلِيfor I have فيin لَيْلِكُنَّyour night أَسَىًsorrow مُذِيبُcausing to melt
فَلِي في لَيْلِكُنَّ أَسَىً مُذِيبُ
So, O those tresses, will there be a dawn?
O those who return, is there a morning
For in your night I bear a sorrow that melts me.
In which for me in your night there is melting despair?
وَيَاand O تِلْكَthose اللِّحَاظِthe glances أَرَىI see عَجيباًa marvel
وَيَا تِلْكَ اللِّحَاظِ أَرَى عَجيباً
سِهاماًarrows كُلَّماwhenever كُسِرَتْthey are broken تُصِيبُthey hit the mark
سِهاماً كُلَّما كُسِرَتْ تُصِيبُ
And O those glances, I see a marvel:
And O those veils, I see a wonder -
Arrows that hit their mark whenever they are broken.
Arrows which whenever broken, strike true.
وَياand O تِلْكَthose المعاطِفِthe curving forms خَبِّرِينَاtell us
وَيا تِلْكَ المعاطِفِ خَبِّرِينَا
مَتَىwhen يَتعطَّفُwill show tenderness الغُصْنُthe bough الرَّطيبُthe supple one
مَتَى يَتعطَّفُ الغُصْنُ الرَّطيبُ
And O those curving forms, tell us:
And O those cloaks, tell me,
When will the supple bough show tenderness?
When will the delicate branch show affection?
Sol 6.1