أَهيمُI wander lovesick وَقَلبيand my heart بِالغَرامِwith passion وَلوعُardently enamored
أَهيمُ وَقَلبي بِالغَرامِ وَلوعُ
وَمِنand from سُحبِthe clouds of أَجفانيmy eyelids تَفيضُoverflow دُموعُtears
وَمِن سُحبِ أَجفاني تَفيضُ دُموعُ
I wander lovesick, my heart enthralled by passion.
I yearn while my heart is consumed with love
And from the clouds of my eyelids, tears overflow.
And tears rain from my eyelids' clouds
تَشَتَّتَwas scattered شَمليmy circle وَالهَوىand love غَيرُnot نازِحٍfar away
تَشَتَّتَ شَملي وَالهَوى غَيرُ نازِحٍ
وَعَهديand my recollection بِشَمليof my circle قَبلُformerly وَهوَwhile it was جَميعُunited
وَعَهدي بِشَملي قَبلُ وَهوَ جَميعُ
My circle is scattered, yet love has not departed,
My resolve is shattered though passion remains unabated
And I remember my circle once united.
My pledge to resolve was sound and complete before
فَواso, alas! أَسَفيmy sorrow كَمhow many شَهقَةٍa sob ليfor me مِنَfrom النَّوىseparation
فَوا أَسَفي كَم شَهقَةٍ لي مِنَ النَّوى
تَفَتَّتُcrumble مِنهاbecause of it أَعظُمٌbones وَضُلوعُand ribs
تَفَتَّتُ مِنها أَعظُمٌ وَضُلوعُ
Alas, my sorrow! How many sobs separation brings me,
Alas, how many agonized sighs rend me
That make bones and ribs crumble.
Breaking my bones and ribs through and through
وَماand not هاجَنيstirred me إِلّاexcept حَمائِمُdoves هُتَّفٌcalling loudly
وَما هاجَني إِلّا حَمائِمُ هُتَّفٌ
وَأَغرِبَةٌand ravens وَسطَamid الدِّيارِthe dwellings وُقوعُperched
وَأَغرِبَةٌ وَسطَ الدِّيارِ وُقوعُ
And nothing stirred me but loudly calling doves,
None provoked me except wanton, warbling doves
And ravens perched amid the dwellings.
Strange and alighting in the midst of dwellings
وَماand not وَجَدَتfelt grief يَوماًever كَوَجديlike my grief حَمامَةٌa dove
وَما وَجَدَت يَوماً كَوَجدي حَمامَةٌ
تُظَلِّلُهاshade her بَينَamong الأَراكِthe arak trees فُروعُbranches
تُظَلِّلُها بَينَ الأَراكِ فُروعُ
And no dove has ever felt grief like mine,
No dove has ever felt what I feel
Shaded by branches among the arak trees,
Shaded by the boughs amid the thickets
وَأَهوىand swooped إِلَيهاtoward her شَوذَنيقٌa falcon أراعَهاfrightened her
وَأَهوى إِلَيها شَوذَنيقٌ أراعَها
ضُحىًat midmorning وَلَهاand she had نَحوَtoward الفِراخِthe chicks نُزوعُyearning
ضُحىً وَلَها نَحوَ الفِراخِ نُزوعُ
And a falcon swooped toward her, terrifying her,
And a hawk swooped down to terrorize her
At midmorning, while she yearned for her chicks.
At dawn, as she headed towards her fledglings
وَقَدand already ضَبَثَتclutched فيهاin her مَخالِبُthe talons of ساغِبٍa famished one
وَقَد ضَبَثَت فيها مَخالِبُ ساغِبٍ
لَهاshe has فيin حَشاهاher innards وَالفُؤادِand the heart صُدوعُgashes
لَها في حَشاها وَالفُؤادِ صُدوعُ
And a famished bird's talons had gripped her,
His claws did rip her, while he is urged on
Leaving gashes in her innards and her heart.
Leaving gashes in her breast and heart
لَقَدindeed راعَنيterrified me يَومُthe day of الفِراقِparting فَلَمso did not أُطِقI could endure
لَقَد راعَني يَومُ الفِراقِ فَلَم أُطِق
وَداعَهُمbidding them farewell إِنَّindeed الفِراقَparting يَروعُstrikes terror
وَداعَهُم إِنَّ الفِراقَ يَروعُ
Indeed, the day of parting terrified me; I could not bear
The day we parted I was filled with dread
To bid them farewell—parting indeed strikes terror.
Unable to bear their farewell, for parting is dire
فَواso, alas! كَبِديmy liver لَمّاwhen أُنيخَتwere made to kneel رِكابُهُمtheir riding camels
فَوا كَبِدي لَمّا أُنيخَت رِكابُهُم
وَشُدَّتand were fastened حُدوجٌcamel litters لِلهَوىfor love وَنُسوعُand girth-straps
وَشُدَّت حُدوجٌ لِلهَوى وَنُسوعُ
Ah, my liver, when their riding camels were made to kneel,
Oh my heart, when their riding beasts were stirred
And camel litters and girth-straps were fastened for love!
And trunks were loaded with loves and provisions
وَقامَand came forward إِلَيَّtoward me العاذِلاتُthe reproaching women يَلُمنَنيthey blame me
وَقامَ إِلَيَّ العاذِلاتُ يَلُمنَني
وَلَستُand I am not لِقَولِto the words of العاذِلاتِthe reproaching women أُطيعُI obey
وَلَستُ لِقَولِ العاذِلاتِ أُطيعُ
And the reproaching women came toward me, blaming me,
Then the blamers came to rebuke me
But I do not obey the reproaching women's words.
But I do not heed the blamers' words
Sol 6.1