كُفّيcurb شُموسَكِyour waywardness فَالسِرارُfor a secret أَمانةٌis a trust
كُفّي شُموسَكِ فَالسِرارُ أَمانةٌ
حُمِّلتِهاyou were entrusted with it وَمَتىand whenever ثَمِلتِyou grew drunk رَمَيتَهاyou cast it away
حُمِّلتِها وَمَتى ثَمِلتِ رَمَيتَها
Curb your waywardness, for a secret is a trust
Enough of your suns, for secrets are a trust
entrusted to you; and whenever you grow drunk, you cast it away.
I was charged with, and when fully ripe, I tossed them away
ماnot أُمٌّa mother لَيلاكِyour Layla العَتيقَةُthe aged one بَرَّةٌkindly
ما أُمٌّ لَيلاكِ العَتيقَةُ بَرَّةٌ
كَنَّيتِهاyou gave her a byname لِلقَومِfor the company أَوor سَمَّيتِهاyou named her
كَنَّيتِها لِلقَومِ أَو سَمَّيتِها
Your aged Layla is no kindly mother,
No chaste mother is your ancient night,
whether you gave her a byname before the company or named her outright.
That I named it for the people or identified it
وَهِيَand she القَتيلَةُthe slain one لَمnot تُؤذَّwas harmed بِقَتلِهاby being slain
وَهِيَ القَتيلَةُ لَم تُؤذَّ بِقَتلِها
أَصَمتَكِshe killed you outright مِنfrom عُرُضٍan unexpected quarter وَماand not أَصمَيتِهاyou killed her outright
أَصَمتَكِ مِن عُرُضٍ وَما أَصمَيتِها
And she is the slain one, unharmed by being slain;
Yet it is the murdered one, not harmed by its murder
she struck you dead from an unexpected quarter, yet you did not kill her outright.
Your silence from virtue, though you did not silence it
وَعَلىand against كِرامِthe noble ones الشَربِthe drinking company نَمَّتshe informed بِالَّذيabout what
وَعَلى كِرامِ الشَربِ نَمَّت بِالَّذي
يَخفونَهُthey conceal it وَإِلىand to الكُروُمِthe vines نَميتِهاyou traced her lineage
يَخفونَهُ وَإِلى الكُروُمِ نَميتِها
And she betrayed the noble drinkers by revealing what
And it was nourished on the honor of drinking what
they conceal; and you traced her lineage to the vines.
They hide, and I made it grow to vineyards
وَكَأَنَّماand as though هِيَshe مِنfrom ذُكاءٍDhukāʾ, the sun نَطفَةٌa drop
وَكَأَنَّما هِيَ مِن ذُكاءٍ نَطفَةٌ
صَفَّقتِهاyou decanted her وَبِلُؤلوءٍand with pearls أَطمَيتِهاyou made her swell
صَفَّقتِها وَبِلُؤلوءٍ أَطمَيتِها
And it is as though she were a drop from Dhukāʾ, the sun,
As if it was from the spawning of intelligence,
which you decanted and made swell with pearls.
I clapped for it and with pearls I adorned it
وَشَجَّجتِهاand you gashed her حَمراءَcrimson غَيرَnot مُبَيَّنَةٍrevealing
وَشَجَّجتِها حَمراءَ غَيرَ مُبَيَّنَةٍ
وَضحاًwhiteness يُرىis seen فيin ناصِعٍpure white أَدمَيتِهاyou made her bleed
وَضحاً يُرى في ناصِعٍ أَدمَيتِها
And you gashed her, crimson, without revealing
And I painted it red without making it distinct
the whiteness seen in pure white; you made her bleed.
Clearly seen in radiant white I reddened it
ومُدامَةٌand wine فيin راحَتَيكِyour two palms بِذلَتِهاyou freely offered her
ومُدامَةٌ في راحَتَيكِ بِذلَتِها
كَمُدامَةٍlike wine فيin عارِضَيكِyour two cheeks حَميتِهاyou guarded her
كَمُدامَةٍ في عارِضَيكِ حَميتِها
And wine in your palms, which you freely offered,
And constant in your palms, in its humiliation,
is like wine in your cheeks, which you guarded.
Like one constant on your cheeks I heated it
فَتَكَتshe struck fatally بِشارِبِهاat her drinker السُلافَةُthe choicest wine عَنوَةًby force
فَتَكَت بِشارِبِها السُلافَةُ عَنوَةً
حَتّىuntil ثَنَتshe turned حَيَّthe living النُفوسِamong souls كَمَيتِهاlike their dead
حَتّى ثَنَت حَيَّ النُفوسِ كَمَيتِها
The choicest wine struck her drinker dead by force,
So she forcibly snatched the cups with her lips
until she made the living among souls like their dead.
Until she bent the living souls as she demolished them
حَمَلَتshe carried كُمَيتاًa bay-colored one تَحتَbeneath أَدهَمَa black one لَمnot يَزَلhe ceased
حَمَلَت كُمَيتاً تَحتَ أَدهَمَ لَم يَزَل
فيamid الأَشهَبَينِthe two greys, water and milk مُقَصِراًfalling short بِكُمَيتِهاwith her bay-red wine
في الأَشهَبَينِ مُقَصِراً بِكُمَيتِها
She bore a bay beneath a black one, who had always
Bearing a treasure under dark sorrel that did not cease
fallen short with her bay-red wine amid the two greys—water and milk.
To be deficient in the two blond ones with her treasure
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