تَضاعُفُthe doubling ماwhat ألقاهI endure it غيرُnot بديعِnew
تَضاعُفُ ما ألقاه غيرُ بديعِ
وليand I have كَبِدٌa liver للبينِfrom separation ذاتُpossessing صدوعِfissures
ولي كَبِدٌ للبينِ ذاتُ صدوعِ
The doubling of what I endure is nothing new;
My anguish grows beyond all eloquence
And I have a liver fissured by separation.
My heart is torn by parting's violence
سلامٌfarewell علىto أُنسيmy solace وقلبيand my heart وراحتيand my repose
سلامٌ على أُنسي وقلبي وراحتي
وطيفِكمُand the phantom of you بعدَafter النوىseparation وهجوعيand my slumber
وطيفِكمُ بعدَ النوى وهجوعي
Farewell to my solace, my heart, and my repose,
Peace unto all I've loved, my comfort, my delight
And to the phantom of you after separation, and my slumber—
Your ghosts haunt me through sleepless nights
سلامٌthe farewell امرئٍof a man أمسىwho became رهينَcaptive to صبابةٍardent longing
سلامٌ امرئٍ أمسى رهينَ صبابةٍ
وشوقٍand yearning إلىfor رؤايكمُseeing you وولوعِand ardent attachment
وشوقٍ إلى رؤايكمُ وولوعِ
The farewell of a man become captive to longing,
Peace to one whom youth enslaves
And to yearning to see you, and ardent attachment.
Lost in longing, burnt in love's hot flames
قنوعٍcontent بماwith what تُهديbestow الرياحُthe winds وطالماand often
قنوعٍ بما تُهدي الرياحُ وطالما
تفيّأَhe sheltered in ظلَّthe shade الوصلِof union غيرَnot قنوعِcontent
تفيّأَ ظلَّ الوصلِ غيرَ قنوعِ
Content with what the winds bestow—though often
Content with all the winds may bring
He sheltered in union's shade, never content.
Beneath the shade of union sheltered, shaded from its sting
يَحِنُّhe yearns إذاwhenever ماan emphatic particle شامَhe sights ومضةَa flash بارقٍof lightning
يَحِنُّ إذا ما شامَ ومضةَ بارقٍ
علىover عَذّباتِthe crests الأبرقَينِof al-Abraqayn لموعِgleaming
على عَذّباتِ الأبرقَينِ لموعِ
He yearns whenever he sights a flash of lightning,
Yearning when lightnings blaze and fork
Gleaming over the crests of al-Abraqayn,
Down cheeks, soft as the gazelle's, tears fork
حنينَthe yearning المطاياof the mounts الهيمِthirst-crazed منfrom بعدِafter ظِمئهاtheir thirst
حنينَ المطايا الهيمِ من بعدِ ظِمئها
الىfor طيبِthe sweetness وردٍof watering بالحِمىin the protected pasture وشروعِand entry into water
الى طيبِ وردٍ بالحِمى وشروعِ
With the yearning of thirst-crazed mounts, after their thirst,
When the horses, thirsty, sniff the air
For sweet watering in the protected pasture, and entry into the water.
Seeking water soft as velvet, pure and rare
إِذاif نكَّبتْthey turn aside from ماءَthe water العُذَيبِof al-Udhayb فِإنَّهُthen it is
إِذا نكَّبتْ ماءَ العُذَيبِ فِإنَّهُ
علىin ثقةٍconfidence منهاon their part بماءِin the water دموعيof my tears
على ثقةٍ منها بماءِ دموعي
If they turn aside from al-Udhayb's water, it is
The nights when absence lit no fire
Because they trust the water of my tears.
In the cool depths of my virgin desire
يوزَّعهُdistributes it البينُseparation المشتَّتُscattering ظالماًunjustly
يوزَّعهُ البينُ المشتَّتُ ظالماً
علىamong جيرةٍneighbors بالمنحنىat the bend وربوعِand encampments
على جيرةٍ بالمنحنى وربوعِ
Scattering separation unjustly parcels it out
Whenever I wished, I courted the gazelle
Among neighbors at the bend and among encampments.
Tame to my touch at morning, tame and docile still
صَحِبْتُهمُI kept their company والعيشُand life فيin عُنفوانِهits prime
صَحِبْتُهمُ والعيشُ في عُنفوانِه
شهيَّsweet المباديin its beginnings والشبابُand youth شفيعيmy intercessor
شهيَّ المبادي والشبابُ شفيعي
I kept their company while life was in its prime,
Proud in the pride of youth, disdainful and apart
Sweet in its beginnings, and youth was my intercessor,
From all that humbles, wounds the heart
لياليَon nights لمnot يقدحْstrike sparks from زِنادَthe flints فراقهمof parting from them
لياليَ لم يقدحْ زِنادَ فراقهم
ضِرامُthe blaze الهوىof love العذريَّchaste بينَbetween ضلوعيmy ribs
ضِرامُ الهوى العذريَّ بينَ ضلوعي
On nights when the flints of parting from them were not struck
Until old age began to steal
By the blaze of chaste love between my ribs.
Youth's glory, urging me to feel
متىwhenever شئتُI wished غازلتُI wooed الغزالَthe gazelle مُقرَّطاwearing earrings
متى شئتُ غازلتُ الغزالَ مُقرَّطا
علىduring غِرَّةِthe unawareness الواشيof the tale-bearer وباتَand he spent the night ضجيعيmy bedfellow
على غِرَّةِ الواشي وباتَ ضجيعي
Whenever I wished, I wooed the gazelle adorned with earrings,
Reluctantly I left the nights of youth
Unbeknown to the tale-bearer, and he lay beside me all night,
For mornings where the creeping cold's uncouth
مُدِلاًproudly confident بأبرادِin the robes الشبابِof youth مباعداًkeeping distant
مُدِلاً بأبرادِ الشبابِ مباعداً
بعزَّتهاthrough their glory عنfrom ذِلَّةٍabasement وخضوعِand submission
بعزَّتها عن ذِلَّةٍ وخضوعِ
Proud in the robes of youth, keeping far
Dawn broke and robbed my nights of ease
Through their glory from abasement and submission,
Would that dawn might have let my darkness be
إلىuntil أنthat تبدَّتْappeared للمشيبِof gray hair أوائلٌthe first signs
إلى أن تبدَّتْ للمشيبِ أوائلٌ
تشيرُcounseling علىregarding غَيَّthe waywardness الهوىof love بنزوعِto withdraw
تشيرُ على غَيَّ الهوى بنزوعِ
Until the first signs of gray hair appeared,
I'll weep for youth with dewfall tears
Urging withdrawal from love's waywardness.
Though weeping brings nor help nor ease
تبدَّلتُI exchanged عنin place of ليلِthe night الشبيبةِof youth مُكْرَهاًagainst my will
تبدَّلتُ عن ليلِ الشبيبةِ مُكْرَهاً
بصبحٍfor a dawn مِنَof الشيبِgray hair المُلِمَّencroaching فظيعِdreadful
بصبحٍ مِنَ الشيبِ المُلِمَّ فظيعِ
Against my will I exchanged youth's night
When spring and union blessed life's stage
For a dreadful dawn of encroaching gray hair.
Joy filled our days and decked youth's page
بداit appeared طالعاًrising راعَfrightened الشبابَyouth نهارُهits daylight
بدا طالعاً راعَ الشبابَ نهارُه
ومَنْand who ليfor me بهwith it لوif دامَit endured بعدَafter طلوعِrising
ومَنْ لي به لو دامَ بعدَ طلوعِ
It appeared, rising; its daylight frightened youth,
Had I not wept those tears, still in some chest
And who could secure it for me, were it to endure after rising?
They would have stayed, mute, useless, unexpressed
سأبكيI shall weep بِدّرَّwith pearls الدمعِof tears ماضيthe bygone part شبابِهof its youth
سأبكي بِدّرَّ الدمعِ ماضي شبابِه
فاِنْthen if لمnot يُفِدْit avails بكيَّتُهI shall weep for it بنجيعِwith blood
فاِنْ لم يُفِدْ بكيَّتُه بنجيعِ
I shall weep pearls of tears for its bygone youth;
Lightning has struck me. I shake, I quake
And if that avails nothing, I shall weep for it in blood—
Like meadows hammered by the rain, unmanned, unmade
ربيعَthe springtime زمانِof the span العمرِof life والوصلُand union مكثِبٌnear at hand
ربيعَ زمانِ العمرِ والوصلُ مكثِبٌ
وناهيهماand how excellent those two are مِنas نعمةٍa blessing وربيعِand a springtime
وناهيهما مِن نعمةٍ وربيعِ
The springtime of life's span, with union close at hand:
Dazed by this Hijazi lightning, undone, laid waste
And what a blessing and a springtime those two were!
Dawn breaks but brings no ease, no rest
فماfor not ذُخِرَتْwere saved تلكَthose الدموعِtears واِنْand even if غلتْthey grew precious
فما ذُخِرَتْ تلكَ الدموعِ واِنْ غلتْ
لغيرهماfor anything but those two فيin حِنْدِسٍdeep darkness وصديعِand daybreak
لغيرهما في حِنْدِسٍ وصديعِ
For those tears, however precious, were not saved
My own forked lightning, my passion's fire
For anything but those two, in deep darkness and daybreak.
Consumes me, even as my tears expire
ومماand among what شجانيgrieved me البرقُthe lightning يهتزُّquivers ناصعاًbright
ومما شجاني البرقُ يهتزُّ ناصعاً
لموعاًflashing كمطرورِlike a sharpened one الغِرارِthe cutting edge صنيعِfinely wrought
لموعاً كمطرورِ الغِرارِ صنيعِ
And among what grieves me is lightning, quivering bright,
Only when the soft winds blow, soothing, kind
Flashing like a finely wrought blade with a sharpened edge.
Across the biting north wind, rest I find
فحتامَso how long بالبرقِat the lightning الحِجازيَّfrom the Hijaz مَوْهِناًlate at night
فحتامَ بالبرقِ الحِجازيَّ مَوْهِناً
وبالصبحِand at dawn لاnot أنفكُّI break free غيرَnot مروعِfrightened
وبالصبحِ لا أنفكُّ غيرَ مروعِ
So how long shall Hijazi lightning late at night,
As if the morning brought me tidings dear
And dawn, leave me no escape from fright?
Of those I loved returning here
أُراعُI am frightened بنارَيْby the two fires بارقِof lightning وصبابةٍand longing
أُراعُ بنارَيْ بارقِ وصبابةٍ
مقيلُهماthe resting place of both مِنof مزنةٍa raincloud وضلوعِand ribs
مقيلُهما مِن مزنةٍ وضلوعِ
I am frightened by the two fires of lightning and longing;
But no, my friends are gone beyond recall
Their resting places are a raincloud and my ribs.
No shadow shades me, love cannot enthrall
وأرتاحُand I rejoice أنthat هبَّblew النسيمُthe breeze مُعنبَراًambergris-scented
وأرتاحُ أن هبَّ النسيمُ مُعنبَراً
رقيقَsoft حواشيthe edges البُردِof the cloak بعدَafter هزيعِa watch of the night
رقيقَ حواشي البُردِ بعدَ هزيعِ
And I rejoice that the breeze has blown, scented with ambergris,
We broke our hearts on a mirage of air
Soft at the edges of its cloak, after a watch of the night,
Naught but barren grief for us was there
كأنَّas though الصَّباthe east wind قدalready بشَّرتْنيbrought me glad tidings بأوبةٍof a homecoming
كأنَّ الصَّبا قد بشَّرتْني بأوبةٍ
لِمَنْfor those who بانَdeparted عنfrom روضِthe meadow الحمىof the protected pasture ورجوعِand return
لِمَنْ بانَ عن روضِ الحمى ورجوعِ
As though the east wind had brought me glad tidings of a homecoming
My burning sorrows wander without goal
And return for those who left the protected pasture's meadow.
Thinner than needles, piercing my soul
وهيهاتَand alas لاnot ظِلُّthe shade الشبابِof youth وقدand already نأواthey have gone far away
وهيهاتَ لا ظِلُّ الشبابِ وقد نأوا
ظليلٌsheltering ولاand not مرعىthe pasture الهوىof love بِمَريعِlush at all
ظليلٌ ولا مرعى الهوى بِمَريعِ
But alas! With them far away, youth's shade is no longer
Those true to passion, heroes, knights of love
Sheltering, nor is love's pasture lush.
Could offer no relief, no balm remove
وخَرْقٍand many a wilderness جزعناwe crossed بالمطيَّon the mounts سرابَهُits mirage
وخَرْقٍ جزعنا بالمطيَّ سرابَهُ
وماand none فوقَهاupon them للبينِat parting غيرُother than جَزُوعِdistraught
وما فوقَها للبينِ غيرُ جَزُوعِ
And many a wilderness—we crossed its mirage on mounts,
When a tribe stops up its ears to passion's claim
With none upon them but those distraught by parting.
No hearing moves their hearts, their blood's to blame
تجولُslip about مِنَfrom الضُّمرِthe lean mounts النسوعُthe girth-straps واِنَّناand indeed we
تجولُ مِنَ الضُّمرِ النسوعُ واِنَّنا
لأنحفُare indeed thinner مِنthan جُدْلٍtwisted cords لهاbelonging to them ونسوعِand girth-straps
لأنحفُ مِن جُدْلٍ لها ونسوعِ
Girth-straps slip about on the lean mounts, and we
They wept on ruins, mourned old homes
Are indeed thinner than their twisted cords and girth-straps.
Their tears like dew spilled on broken domes
عليهاupon them رجالُmen الوجدِof longing لمnot تلقَyou found فيهمُamong them
عليها رجالُ الوجدِ لم تلقَ فيهمُ
لفادحِagainst the grievous خطِبcalamity البينِof parting غيرُother than قريعِa champion
لفادحِ خطِب البينِ غيرُ قريعِ
Upon them are men of longing; among them you found none
A moving lament, sighs in empty halls
But champions against the grievous calamity of parting.
Hearing the sentence of departure, heeding its calls
متىif ever صُمَّis deafened عنto داعيthe call الغرامِof passion عصابةٌa band
متى صُمَّ عن داعي الغرامِ عصابةٌ
فماthen none فيهمُamong them فيin الوجدِlonging غيرُother than سميعِa listener
فما فيهمُ في الوجدِ غيرُ سميعِ
If some band is ever deaf to love's call,
Passion's herald, spreading secrets aloud
Yet among these men, in longing, there are none but listeners.
With tears proclaiming love's fierce burning crowd
بكَواthey wept فيamong رسومٍtraces غيرَّتْهاaltered them يدُthe hand البِلىof decay
بكَوا في رسومٍ غيرَّتْها يدُ البِلى
بدمعٍwith tears علىupon أطلالهنَّtheir ruins هموعِstreaming
بدمعٍ على أطلالهنَّ هموعِ
They wept amid traces altered by the hand of decay,
With tears streaming down upon their ruins—
بكاءَthe weeping مشوقٍof one filled with yearning فيamid الديارِthe dwellings مُوَلَّهٍdistraught
بكاءَ مشوقٍ في الديارِ مُوَلَّهٍ
سميعٍattentive لأحكامِto the decrees الفراقِof separation مطيعِobedient
سميعٍ لأحكامِ الفراقِ مطيعِ
The weeping of a yearning man, distraught amid the dwellings,
Heeding and obeying separation's decrees.
أضاعَhe betrayed عهودَthe pledges القومِof the people لمّاwhen أذاعَهاhe divulged them
أضاعَ عهودَ القومِ لمّا أذاعَها
بدمعٍwith tears لأسرارِof the secrets الغرامِof passion مذيعِrevealing
بدمعٍ لأسرارِ الغرامِ مذيعِ
He betrayed the people's pledges when he divulged them,
With tears revealing the secrets of passion.
Partial English translation: 56 of 62 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1