وسلواand ask دارَهُمtheir dwelling أينَwhere استَقرَّsettled فَرِيقُهاits people
وسلوا دارَهُم أينَ استَقرَّ فَرِيقُها
وأَيّand which فلاةٍwilderness كانَwas فيهاin it طَريقُهاits path
وأَيّ فلاةٍ كانَ فيها طَريقُها
And ask their dwelling where its people have settled,
They asked about their home, where her group settled
and in which wilderness its path lay.
And which wilderness was her path in it
سقَاهاmay it water them الحيَاthe rain مِنْof أَرْبُعcamps ومَنازلٍand dwellings
سقَاها الحيَا مِنْ أَرْبُع ومَنازلٍ
لَهوتُI reveled بهاin them إذwhen ليسَwas not غيريanyone but me طروقُهاtheir nighttime visitor
لَهوتُ بها إذ ليسَ غيري طروقُها
May rain water those camps and dwellings,
Life watered it from four lodgings
where I reveled, when none but I visited them by night,
I sported with it when no other was my intimate but it
إذwhen العيشُlife ريّانlush المعاطفِthe folds أخضرٌgreen
إذ العيشُ ريّان المعاطفِ أخضرٌ
ولمand had not تَذوِwithered مِنْof دَوْحاتgreat trees لَهْويmy pleasure عروقُهاtheir roots
ولم تَذوِ مِنْ دَوْحات لَهْوي عروقُها
when life was green, its folds lush,
When life was sleek, cloaks green
and the roots of my pleasure’s great trees had not withered.
And its veins of madness not yet drained
لقَدْindeed رَحَلواthey departed مِنهاfrom it الغَداةَthat morning وخلَّفواand they left behind
لقَدْ رَحَلوا مِنها الغَداةَ وخلَّفوا
حشاشةa last remnant of life قَلْبof a heart لَيْسَdoes not يَهْداgrow still خفوقُهاits throbbing
حشاشة قَلْب لَيْسَ يَهْدا خفوقُها
They departed from there that morning, leaving behind
They left it one morning and left behind
a heart’s last spark of life, whose throbbing knows no rest.
A tumultuous heart that cannot be calmed
خليليَّmy two friends قدindeed أبرَمْتماyou two have wearied me إذwhen عَذَلْتُماyou two reproached me
خليليَّ قد أبرَمْتما إذ عَذَلْتُما
وكَلّفتمانيand you two burdened me خُطَّةًa course of action لاnot أطيقُهاI can bear it
وكَلّفتماني خُطَّةً لا أطيقُها
My two friends, you have wearied me with your reproaches,
O my two friends, you have conspired, since you blamed me
and burdened me with a course I cannot bear.
And tasked me with what I cannot bear
تَرومانِyou two seek أنْthat تسلوforget عنabout الحُبِlove مُهجتيmy soul
تَرومانِ أنْ تسلو عن الحُبِ مُهجتي
أَيحسنُwould it be fitting? منfrom بعدِafter الوفاءِfaithfulness عقوقُهاits betrayal
أَيحسنُ من بعدِ الوفاءِ عقوقُها
You two seek to have my soul forget love;
You want to ask about love from my downcast self
would its betrayal be fitting after faithfulness?
Can one be unfaithful after loyalty?
وغيرُand not سواءٍequal ياO خليليَّmy two friends فاعْلَماso know, you two
وغيرُ سواءٍ يا خليليَّ فاعْلَما
مقَيّدone fettered نفسٍin soul فيin الْهوىlove وطَليقُهاand one whose soul is free
مقَيّد نفسٍ في الْهوى وطَليقُها
And they are not alike, my two friends—know this:
It is not equal, my two friends, know
one whose soul is bound by love, and one whose soul is free.
A soul bound by love, another set free
أَلاLo! فيin سبيلthe cause of الحُبّlove مهجةُthe soul of وامقٍa lover
أَلا في سبيل الحُبّ مهجةُ وامقٍ
إذاwhenever لاحَflashes برقُthe lightning of الأَبرقينal-Abraqayn يُسوقُهاdrives it onward
إذا لاحَ برقُ الأَبرقين يُسوقُها
Lo, a lover’s soul is given to love’s cause;
But for love, the downcast soul of a lover
whenever the lightning of al-Abraqayn flashes, it drives that soul onward.
When lightning of his love flashed, driving it
وغيداءand a graceful beauty يُسبيcaptivates الغُصنَthe bough لينُthe suppleness of قوامِهاher figure
وغيداء يُسبي الغُصنَ لينُ قوامِها
ويفضحُand puts to shame شمسَthe sun of الأُفقِthe horizon نوراًin brilliance شروقُهاher dawning
ويفضحُ شمسَ الأُفقِ نوراً شروقُها
And a graceful beauty whose supple figure captivates the bough,
A bending branch that captivates, its soft body
and whose dawning shames the horizon’s sun in brilliance,
And the rising sun exposes its light to the horizon
سقَتْنيshe gave me to drink علىat أُوليthe outset of الشَّبيبةَyouth والصِّباand boyhood
سقَتْني على أُولي الشَّبيبةَ والصِّبا
كؤوسَcups of هوىًlove ماnot خلتُI thought أنّيthat I أذوقُهاI would taste them
كؤوسَ هوىً ما خلتُ أنّي أذوقُها
gave me to drink at the outset of youth and boyhood
It made me drink in my first youth and prime
cups of love I never thought I would taste.
Cups of love that I never ceased to sip
Sol 6.1