رَمَتنيstruck me سمرةtawny hue الأَوراقthe pages حَتىuntil
رَمَتني سمرة الأَوراق حَتى
عِلاجيmy cure قَدindeed خفيwas hidden عَنfrom كُلevery راقhealer by incantation
عِلاجي قَد خفي عَن كُل راق
The pages' tawny hue struck me until
The leaves have cast their shadows on me until
My cure eluded every healer versed in charms.
My cure has been hidden from every watcher
كَأَنas though رقومهاher markings أَشكالfigures of سحرmagic
كَأَن رقومها أَشكال سحر
حلالlawful لَمhas not يَزَلceased فيwithin العَقلthe mind راقيcasting spells
حلال لَم يَزَل في العَقل راقي
As though her markings were figures of magic,
As if their patterns were magical figures
Lawful, ever casting its spell within the mind.
Of lawful magic that still fills the mind of the healer
إلَيهاupon her يَنظُرgazes الأَعمىthe blind man جهاراًopenly
إلَيها يَنظُر الأَعمى جهاراً
وَيَسمعهاand hears her الأَصَمthe deaf man عَلىin الوِفاقِharmony
وَيَسمعها الأَصَم عَلى الوِفاقِ
The blind man gazes upon her openly,
To them the blind look openly
And the deaf man hears her in harmony.
And the deaf hear them in harmony
شَجانيstirred my sorrow عَندَليبnightingale الرَوضthe garden مِنهاfrom her
شَجاني عَندَليب الرَوض مِنها
وَهيجand stirred نارthe fire of قَلبيmy heart وَاشتياقيand my longing
وَهيج نار قَلبي وَاشتياقي
From her, the garden's nightingale stirred my sorrow,
Their nightingale in the garden made me lovesick
And stirred the fire of my heart and my longing.
And kindled the fire of my heart and longing
وَنادمنيand kept me company لِسانthe tongue of الحالcircumstance عَنهاon her behalf
وَنادمني لِسان الحال عَنها
بِطيبwith the sweetness of كَلامهits speech بَعدَafter العِناقِthe embrace
بِطيب كَلامه بَعدَ العِناقِ
And the tongue of circumstance kept me company on her behalf,
Their tongue of state reproached me about them
With its sweet speech after the embrace.
With its pleasant words after embrace
فَطيبso the fragrance of شَقيقهاher anemones قَدindeed شَقcleft قَلبيmy heart
فَطيب شَقيقها قَد شَق قَلبي
وَماءand the liquid of رَحيقهاher nectar (pure wine) للقَلبfor the heart ساقيa cupbearer
وَماء رَحيقها للقَلب ساقي
So her anemones' fragrance has cleft my heart,
So the apple of its cheek split my heart
And her nectar's liquid is the heart's cupbearer.
And the water of its lip is drink for the heart
شَمَمتI smelled وَرودَهاher roses وَقَبَضتand took مِنهاfrom her
شَمَمت وَرودَها وَقَبَضت مِنها
عُقودnecklaces الدرpearls مِنfrom فَوقabove التراقيthe collarbones
عُقود الدر مِن فَوق التراقي
I smelled her roses and took from her
I sniffed its roses and plucked from them
Necklaces of pearls from above the collarbones.
Necklaces of pearls over the inclination
كَريمةnoble daughter of جهبذa discerning master ندبgallant نَجيبhighborn
كَريمة جهبذ ندب نَجيب
سَليلscion of المَجدglory مَرفوعraised high الرواقthe pavilion
سَليل المَجد مَرفوع الرواق
The noble daughter of a discerning master, gallant and highborn,
A noble, highborn one called out
A scion of glory, his pavilion raised high.
A scion of glory with lofty pillars
لَهُhe has قَلمa pen كَحَدlike the edge of السَيفthe sword ماضkeen
لَهُ قَلم كَحَد السَيف ماض
وَيزريand casts scorn بِالمهندةon the Indian swords الرقاقslender
وَيزري بِالمهندة الرقاق
He has a pen as keen as a sword's edge,
He has a pen as sharp as the sword's edge
And it puts slender Indian swords to shame.
That slashes at the necks of the riffraff
تَوَقدblazed ذهنهhis mind فَجلاand so dispelled ظَلاماًdarkness
تَوَقد ذهنه فَجلا ظَلاماً
بِفَضلwith excellence لاdoes not يزالcease الدَهرthroughout time باقيenduring
بِفَضل لا يزال الدَهر باقي
His mind blazed and thus dispelled darkness
His mind blazed until it dispelled the darkness
With excellence that lasts through all time.
With excellence that time will ever preserve
شَكاcomplained of القرطاسthe paper نارthe fire of ذَكاءbrilliance حَتّىuntil
شَكا القرطاس نار ذَكاء حَتّى
غَداbecame مُتَيقِناًcertain بِالاحتراقof burning
غَدا مُتَيقِناً بِالاحتراق
The paper complained of the fire of brilliance until
The paper complained of the fire of his brilliance
It became certain it would burn.
Becoming certain it would catch fire
يَقولsays السكبthe outpouring إِنindeed السبكthe casting ثَوبيmy robe
يَقول السكب إِن السبك ثَوبي
وَإِنand indeed الخَيرgoodness فيamong أَهلthe people of العِراقIraq
وَإِن الخَير في أَهل العِراق
The outpouring says, “Indeed, casting is my robe,
The pouring says that the poured is my garment
And indeed goodness lies among the people of Iraq.”
And that good lies in the people of Iraq
وَنظمand the stringing of القطرthe raindrops قالsaid مَقامa station of صدقtruth
وَنظم القطر قال مَقام صدق
حجولanklets الفصلdiscernment فيon قَدَميmy foot وَساقيand my leg
حجول الفصل في قَدَمي وَساقي
And the stringing of raindrops spoke from a station of truth:
The strung pearls said my place is truth
“The anklets of discernment are on my foot and my leg.”
Anklets of the season on my feet and legs
Sol 6.1