قِفاstop, you two أَوor خُذاtake, you two فيin العَذلreproach أَيَّany طَريقِpath
قِفا أَو خُذا في العَذل أَيَّ طَريقِ
فَماfor ... not أَناI مِنfrom سُكرِintoxication الهَوىlove بِمُقيقِat all sober
فَما أَنا مِن سُكرِ الهَوى بِمُقيقِ
Stop, you two, or take any path in reproach;
Stop or take whichever path you want in separation
For I have not sobered from love's intoxication.
For I am not intoxicated by the wine of passion
أَماindeed وَالهَوىby love إِنَّindeed الهَوىlove لَأَلِيَّةٍsurely an oath
أَما وَالهَوى إِنَّ الهَوى لَأَلِيَّةٍ
يُعَظِّمُهاholds it sacred فيin الحُبِّlove كُلُّevery مَشوقِyearning lover
يُعَظِّمُها في الحُبِّ كُلُّ مَشوقِ
Indeed, by love—love is surely an oath
But passion, passion is a mighty sorcery
That every yearning lover holds sacred in love.
That magnifies it in love every longing one
لَوif أَنَّthat الهَوىlove مِمّاamong what تَصِحُare valid هِباتُهُits gifts
لَو أَنَّ الهَوى مِمّا تَصِحُ هِباتُهُ
لَقاسَمتُI would surely share مِنهُsome of it قَلبَthe heart كُلِّof every صَديقِfriend
لَقاسَمتُ مِنهُ قَلبَ كُلِّ صَديقِ
If love were something one could validly give away,
If passion were of things whose gifts were wholesome
I would share some of it with every friend's heart.
I'd have shared it and split the heart of each friend
Sol 6.1