نَعَمyes هيit الدارُthe dwelling مَنْwho يُنادِيهَاcalls to it
نَعَم هي الدارُ مَنْ يُنادِيهَا
وَقَدْand indeed حَمَتْhas protected عِنْدَamong حَيّa clan نادِيهاits assembly
وَقَدْ حَمَتْ عِنْدَ حَيّ نادِيها
Yes, it is the dwelling—who calls to it?
Yes, it is the abode, whoever calls it,
And it has guarded its assembly among a clan.
And it has become passionate at the living place of its caller,
أُجِلِّهاI revere it فيin الهَوَىlove وأُكْرِمُهَاand I honor it
أُجِلِّها في الهَوَى وأُكْرِمُهَا
أَنْto أَمْنَحَI grant الوُدَّaffection غَيْرَother than نَادِيهَاits assembly
أَنْ أَمْنَحَ الوُدَّ غَيْرَ نَادِيهَا
In love I revere and honor it too much
Exalt it in passion, and honor it,
to grant affection to any assembly but its own.
That I bestow affection on other than its caller.
كَمْhow often راقنيdelighted me مِنْfrom رَبيعِthe spring of أَرْبُعِهاits dwelling-places
كَمْ راقني مِنْ رَبيعِ أَرْبُعِها
زَاهِرهَاits blossoms بَهْجَةًin joyful beauty وَزَاهِيهاand its radiant growth
زَاهِرهَا بَهْجَةً وَزَاهِيها
How often, in the springtime of its precincts, I was charmed
How much of its flourishing spring has elated me,
by its joyful blossoms and its radiant beauty.
Its blooming delighted me with its glow and bloom,
تَهْدِيit guides بِنَوَّارِwith the blossoms of نَيِّرِهاits shining light
تَهْدِي بِنَوَّارِ نَيِّرِها
سَائِرall عُشَّاقِهَاits lovers وَسارِيهَاand its nighttime traveler
سَائِر عُشَّاقِهَا وَسارِيهَا
With the blossoms of its radiance, it guides
It brought joy to all its lovers and companions,
all its lovers and its nighttime traveler.
With the light of its lamp.
وَكَمْand how many بِهَاin it مِنْof مَصُونةٍa guarded maiden صُلْناwe assailed
وَكَمْ بِهَا مِنْ مَصُونةٍ صُلْنا
يَحْجبهاveils her غَيْرهَاanother ويَحْمِيهاand protects her
يَحْجبها غَيْرهَا ويَحْمِيها
And many a guarded maiden there we assailed,
And how many beauties we have secretly gotten together in it,
whom another veils and protects.
Which its walls and guards protect.
نَمَّtold tales بِهَاabout her حُلْيهاher jewelry ومَبْسَمُهَاand her smiling mouth
نَمَّ بِهَا حُلْيها ومَبْسَمُهَا
وَطِيبُand the sweetness of أَنفاسِهَاher breaths وَوَانِيهاand her languid one
وَطِيبُ أَنفاسِهَا وَوَانِيها
Her jewelry and her smiling mouth betrayed her,
In it her jewelry glistened, and her smile,
as did her sweet breath and her languor.
And the fragrance of her breath and her friendship.
نَقَصَdwindled صَبْرُthe patience of المُحبّthe lover مِنْfrom ثَمدٍa scant pool of water
نَقَصَ صَبْرُ المُحبّ مِنْ ثَمدٍ
مَاwhat كَحَّلlined with kohl الحُسْنُbeauty مِنْof مَعانيهاher charms
مَا كَحَّل الحُسْنُ مِنْ مَعانيها
The lover's patience ebbed at the scant pool
The patience of the lover has diminished from firmness,
of her charms that beauty had lined with kohl.
As beauty lined her with meanings.
رَوْضَةُa garden of حُسْنٍbeauty يُذيبmelts مِنْfrom وَلهٍyearning
رَوْضَةُ حُسْنٍ يُذيب مِنْ وَلهٍ
شادنa young gazelle قَلْبِthe heart of المُحبّthe lover راعيهاits keeper
شادن قَلْبِ المُحبّ راعيها
A garden of beauty, where, through yearning, is melted
A garden of beauty that melts the firmly resolved,
the heart of its keeper, the lover, by a young gazelle.
Reviving the heart of the lovesick, her herdsman.
وَدَوْحَةٌand a spreading tree لَمْnot تَضُعْwafted رَوائِحُهَاits fragrances
وَدَوْحَةٌ لَمْ تَضُعْ رَوائِحُهَا
إِلَّاunless سَقَتْهَاwatered it عُيُونُthe eyes of غَادِيهَاits morning visitor
إِلَّا سَقَتْهَا عُيُونُ غَادِيهَا
And a spreading tree whose fragrances never wafted
An orchard whose fragrances were only watered,
unless watered by the eyes of its morning visitor.
By the tears of those who came to it.
فَمَنْso who يُجِيرُprotects المُحِبَّthe lover مِنْfrom مُقَلٍeyes
فَمَنْ يُجِيرُ المُحِبَّ مِنْ مُقَلٍ
عَرْبَدَran riot نَشْوانُهَاtheir drunken one وَصَاحِيهاand their sober one
عَرْبَدَ نَشْوانُهَا وَصَاحِيها
Who, then, will shelter the lover from eyes
So who will protect the lover from distress,
whose drunken and sober alike run riot,
Which her exuberance and awakening have aroused?
وَمِنْand from ثُغورٍmouths دَمْعيmy tears الطّليقُfreely flowing بِهَاbeside them
وَمِنْ ثُغورٍ دَمْعي الطّليقُ بِهَا
شَقيقُa twin ماwhat افْتَرَّopened in a smile مِنْof أَقاحيهاtheir daisies
شَقيقُ ما افْتَرَّ مِنْ أَقاحيها
and from mouths, beside which my freely flowing tears
And from tears my eyes freely shed,
are twins to the daisies that their smiles reveal,
Matching what her thorns have ripped.
وَمِنْand from خدودٍcheeks بالوردِwith roses يانعةًripe
وَمِنْ خدودٍ بالوردِ يانعةً
إنif لاحَappeared جَانِيهِits gatherer حَالَintervened جَانيهاtheir despoiler
إن لاحَ جَانِيهِ حَالَ جَانيها
and from cheeks ripe with roses—
And from cheeks that are blooming with roses,
if the rose's gatherer appears, their despoiler intervenes—
If her beloved's state turned against her beloved.
وَمِنْand from قُدودٍfigures إذاwhen انْثَنَتْthey bent هَيَفاًin slenderness
وَمِنْ قُدودٍ إذا انْثَنَتْ هَيَفاً
أَفْردَهَاmade them peerless الحسنُbeauty فيin تَثنِّيهاtheir swaying
أَفْردَهَا الحسنُ في تَثنِّيها
and from forms that, when they bend in slender grace,
And from slender waists, which if they bend languidly,
beauty makes peerless in their swaying?
Beauty distinguishes in its bending.
كانَتْused to تهابُfear الخُدودَthe cheeks أَدْمعُهhis tears
كانَتْ تهابُ الخُدودَ أَدْمعُه
لَكِنْbut عَلَيْهَاupon them الهَوىlove يُجرِّيهاsets them flowing
لَكِنْ عَلَيْهَا الهَوى يُجرِّيها
His tears used to fear the cheeks,
Her tears would turn away the cheeks,
but love sends them streaming upon them.
But passion makes them flow.
صَبٌّa lovesick man رَعَىgrazed upon نَفْسَهُhis soul الغرامُpassion فماand so not
صَبٌّ رَعَى نَفْسَهُ الغرامُ فما
حَجَّبهscreened him دُونهاfrom her تَنائِيهَاher remoteness
حَجَّبه دُونها تَنائِيهَا
A lovesick man—passion grazed upon his soul, so
A difficult love, which passion has shepherded,
her distance did not keep him from her.
Nothing has veiled it from her.
حَيْثُwhere نِياقُthe she-camels of السُّرورِjoy سَاريةٌtravel by night
حَيْثُ نِياقُ السُّرورِ سَاريةٌ
بِهِwith him وَشَرْخُand the prime of الشبابِyouth حادِيهاtheir chanting camel-driver
بِهِ وَشَرْخُ الشبابِ حادِيها
Where the she-camels of joy journey by night,
Where the trappings of joy are lofty,
bearing him, with youth's prime as their chanting driver.
Taking him along, and the prime of youth guides it.
وَأَطلقَand he set free العَيْنَthe eye حَيْثُماwherever سَرَحَroamed الthe
وَأَطلقَ العَيْنَ حَيْثُما سَرَحَ ال
حُسْنُbeauty فَيَحْويهso he takes it in وَهْوَwhile it يَحْويهاcaptures it
حُسْنُ فَيَحْويه وَهْوَ يَحْويها
And he set his gaze free wherever the
And the eye roams wherever beauty has wandered,
beauty roamed; he took it in as it captured his gaze.
Embracing it, while it embraces her.
وَرَاحَand he went on فيin الحُبِّlove مِنْthrough تَعَشُّقهاadoring her
وَرَاحَ في الحُبِّ مِنْ تَعَشُّقها
يُسْخِطُangers أَحْشاءَهُhis innermost parts وَيُرْضِيهاand pleases them
يُسْخِطُ أَحْشاءَهُ وَيُرْضِيها
And through adoring her he went on in love,
And it has indulged in love from its passion for her,
vexing his heart and pleasing it.
Angering its innards, and pleasing her.
ماnot شابَturned gray فَرْعٌa lock of hair لهof his فَيرْدَعُهَاso as to restrain it
ما شابَ فَرْعٌ له فَيرْدَعُهَا
أَوْor شَانَmarred فَقْرٌpoverty بِهِin him فَيُثْنيهاso as to turn it back
أَوْ شَانَ فَقْرٌ بِهِ فَيُثْنيها
No lock of his had grayed to restrain his heart,
No branch shadows it, so it holds her back,
nor had poverty marred him to turn it back.
Or poverty challenges it, so it restrains her.
وَالنَّفْسُand the soul مَاnot كَذَّبَbelied البعادُseparation لهاfor it
وَالنَّفْسُ مَا كَذَّبَ البعادُ لها
ماwhat صَدَّقconfirmed القُرْبُnearness مِنْof أمانيهاits hopes
ما صَدَّق القُرْبُ مِنْ أمانيها
And distance did not belie for the soul
And the soul, separation has not denied for it,
the hopes that nearness had confirmed.
What nearness has affirmed of her hopes.
فَلاso no هَجيرَscorching midday heat لِلْهَجْرِof separation يَحْذَرُهُhe fears it
فَلا هَجيرَ لِلْهَجْرِ يَحْذَرُهُ
كَلَّاcertainly not وَلاand no قَسْوةًharshness يُقاسِيهاhe endures it
كَلَّا وَلا قَسْوةً يُقاسِيها
So he has no scorching heat of separation to fear,
So there is no estrangement to fear,
no indeed, nor any harshness to endure.
No, nor any harshness to endure.
فَياso, oh لَهُfor him عَصْرُan age of لَذّةٍdelight بَعُدَتْgrew distant
فَيا لَهُ عَصْرُ لَذّةٍ بَعُدَتْ
مِنْهُfrom him لَيالٍnights لَوْif only كَانَhe were يُدنِيهَاdrawing them near
مِنْهُ لَيالٍ لَوْ كَانَ يُدنِيهَا
Ah, what an age of delight! How distant
Oh, what an era of sweetness has been distant,
its nights have grown from him—if only he could bring them near!
Nights, if only he could bring it closer.
فَدَعْso leave aside وَداعاًfarewells لأَهْلِto the people of دارِa dwelling حِمىًa protected sanctuary
فَدَعْ وَداعاً لأَهْلِ دارِ حِمىً
وَاغْنَand be content بِدُنْياكwith your world عَنْwithout مَغَانِيهَاits dwelling-places
وَاغْنَ بِدُنْياك عَنْ مَغَانِيهَا
So leave off farewells to the folk of a guarded dwelling,
So bid farewell to the people of the protected sanctuary,
and let your own world suffice, without its haunts.
And be content with your world, apart from its wishes.
واسْتَحْلِهَاand savor its sweetness مِنْfrom رِضَابِthe saliva of سَائِغهاits drinker
واسْتَحْلِهَا مِنْ رِضَابِ سَائِغها
وَاسْتَجْلِهَاand behold it unveiled مِنْfrom رِضَابِthe saliva of سَاقيهاits cupbearer
وَاسْتَجْلِهَا مِنْ رِضَابِ سَاقيها
And savor its sweetness in the saliva of its drinker,
And make it lawful with drafts of her delicious wine,
and see it revealed in the saliva of its cupbearer.
And make it pleasant with drafts of her cupbearer.
فَهيَfor it مُدامٌwine كالتِّبْرِlike gold dust إِنْif مُزِجَتْit is mixed
فَهيَ مُدامٌ كالتِّبْرِ إِنْ مُزِجَتْ
أَتتْcame forth بِآلائِهاwith its blessings لآلِيهاits pearls
أَتتْ بِآلائِها لآلِيها
For it is wine like gold dust; when mixed,
For it is a wine like amber, if mixed,
its pearls come forth bearing its blessings.
It has brought its wonders to its drinker.
Sol 6.1