أَناI فيin الهَوىlove لَحمٌflesh عَلىupon وَضَمa butcher's block لماbecause of what
أَنا في الهَوى لَحمٌ عَلى وَضَم لما
عانَيتُI endured مِنof بَرحٍtorment وَمِنand of بُرَحاءِagony
عانَيتُ مِن بَرحٍ وَمِن بُرَحاءِ
In love I am flesh upon a butcher's block, because of what
I am in love a flesh on hot coals when
I have endured of torment and agony,
I suffered both separation and union
بِمُشَمِّرٍthrough one with rolled-up sleeves عَنfrom مِعصَمَيهِhis two wrists مُزَنَّرٍwearing a girdle
بِمُشَمِّرٍ عَن مِعصَمَيهِ مُزَنَّرٍ
يَهتَزُّhe sways بَينَbetween التيهِarrogance وَالخُيَلاءِand swagger
يَهتَزُّ بَينَ التيهِ وَالخُيَلاءِ
From a girdled man with sleeves rolled back from his wrists,
With his sleeves rolled up from his wrists, wrapped
Who sways between arrogance and swagger.
He sways between confusion and vanity
غمرُgrease-stained اللِباسِthe clothing مَتىwhenever بَداappears لَكَto you وَجهُهُhis face
غمرُ اللِباسِ مَتى بَدا لَكَ وَجهُهُ
أَبصَرتَyou behold فَوقَabove الأَرضِthe earth بَدرَa full moon سَماءِheaven
أَبصَرتَ فَوقَ الأَرضِ بَدرَ سَماءِ
His clothing is grease-stained; whenever his face appears to you,
The beauty of his face when it appeared from under his garb
You behold above the earth a full moon of heaven.
You see above the earth a full moon in the sky
ماnever مَدَّhe extended مِديَتَهُhis knife لِقَطعِto cut شِوائِهِhis roast meat
ما مَدَّ مِديَتَهُ لِقَطعِ شِوائِهِ
إِلاexcept that أَراناhe showed us أَعجَبَthe most wondrous الأَشياءِthings
إِلا أَرانا أَعجَبَ الأَشياءِ
Never does he stretch out his knife to cut his roast
He never extended his hand to cut off his aberrations
Without showing us the most wondrous of things:
Except to show us the most wondrous things
ظَبيٌa gazelle لَواحِظُهُhis sidelong glances أَشَدُّmore forceful مَواقِعاًin their impact
ظَبيٌ لَواحِظُهُ أَشَدُّ مَواقِعاً
مِنthan شَفرَةٍa blade بِيَدَيهِin his two hands فيin الأَحشاءِthe entrails
مِن شَفرَةٍ بِيَدَيهِ في الأَحشاءِ
A gazelle whose sidelong glances strike more fiercely
A gazelle whose glances are more penetrating
Than a blade in his hands strikes the entrails.
Than a blade in his hands in the entrails
يَسطوhe strikes عَلىat ماwhat لَيسَdoes not يَعقِلُreason مَثلَماًjust as
يَسطو عَلى ما لَيسَ يَعقِلُ مَثلَماً
يَسطوhe strikes بِمِديَتِهِwith his knife عَلىat العُقَلاءِthose who reason
يَسطو بِمِديَتِهِ عَلى العُقَلاءِ
He strikes at what has no reason, just as
He assaults what does not think just as his blade assaults
He strikes with his knife at those who reason.
The rational with his hand
فَاِعجَبso marvel لِجَزّارٍat a butcher فِعالُthe effect جُفونِهِhis eyelids
فَاِعجَب لِجَزّارٍ فِعالُ جُفونِهِ
فيon الناسِpeople ضِعفُtwice فِعالِهِhis effect بِالشاءِon sheep
في الناسِ ضِعفُ فِعالِهِ بِالشاءِ
So marvel at a butcher: his eyelids' effect
So wonder at the butcher whose deeds his eyelids perform
On people is twice his effect on sheep.
While the impact of his deeds on people is like on a sheep
تَستَوقِفُholds fast الأَبصارَthe eyes بِالفُسقارِat al-Fusqar صوimage (first part)
تَستَوقِفُ الأَبصارَ بِالفُسقارِ صو
رَةُimage (completion) وَجهِهِof his face مِنof رائِحٍone going أَوor جائيone coming
رَةُ وَجهِهِ مِن رائِحٍ أَو جائي
At al-Fusqar, eyes are held fast by the im-
His face attracts eyes with the chisel
age of his face—those of anyone going or coming.
Of its shape whether from scent or lack thereof
لَوif لَمnot يَكُنhe were بَدرَthe full moon السَماءِthe sky لماthen not بَداhe would appear
لَو لَم يَكُن بَدرَ السَماءِ لما بَدا
مِنof لَونِهاits color بِغِلالَةٍin a sheer tunic زَرقاءِblue
مِن لَونِها بِغِلالَةٍ زَرقاءِ
Were he not the sky's full moon, he would not appear
Had the full moon in the sky not existed it would not have appeared
In a sheer blue tunic of the sky's own hue.
In its color with a trace of blueness
Sol 6.1