باحَspoke openly الهَوىlove بِكَof you وَاِستَراحاand found relief
باحَ الهَوى بِكَ وَاِستَراحا
وَأَباحَناand gave us over لَكَto you وَاِستَباحاand ravaged us
وَأَباحَنا لَكَ وَاِستَباحا
Love spoke openly of you and found relief,
Love revealed itself to you and found peace,
And gave us over to you, and ravaged us.
And allowed us to find you and take liberties,
لِمَwhy لاnot يَطيرُfly القَلبُthe heart لِلfor the
لِمَ لا يَطيرُ القَلبُ لِل
خَفَقانِfluttering نَحوَكُمُtoward you جَنَاحاa wing
خَفَقانِ نَحوَكُمُ جَنَاحا
Why does the heart not fly, with
Why doesn’t my heart flutter towards you,
Its fluttering toward you as a wing?
On wings beating with ardour?
وَأَناand I الفِداءُthe ransom لِأَوجُهٍfor faces
وَأَنا الفِداءُ لِأَوجُهٍ
فَضَحَتput to shame بِبَهجَتِهاwith their radiance الصَباحاthe morning
فَضَحَت بِبَهجَتِها الصَباحا
And I am a ransom for faces
And I am the sacrifice for faces
That shamed the morning with their radiance.
That shone in their beauty like the dawn,
لَمّاwhen غَزَتinvaded أَرواحَناour souls
لَمّا غَزَت أَرواحَنا
حَمَلَتcarried مَحاسِنَهاtheir charms سِلاحاas a weapon
حَمَلَت مَحاسِنَها سِلاحا
When they invaded our souls,
When your spirits attacked our souls,
They carried their charms as a weapon.
Bearing their beauty like weapons,
كَمhow much قُرَّةٍdelight فيin نَظرَةٍa glance
كَم قُرَّةٍ في نَظرَةٍ
مَلَأَتfilled جَوارِحَناour limbs جِراحاwith wounds
مَلَأَت جَوارِحَنا جِراحا
How much delight in a glance
How much delight is in a glance
That filled our limbs with wounds!
That filled our innermost parts with wounds.
Sol 6.1