مَتىwhenever حَثَّنيurges me on الشَوقُlonging ياO ناقَتيmy she-camel
مَتى حَثَّني الشَوقُ يا ناقَتي
حَثَثتُكِI urge you on بِالسَّوقِby driving هَذاthis بِذاكِin return for that
حَثَثتُكِ بِالسَّوقِ هَذا بِذاكِ
Whenever longing spurs me, O my she-camel,
Whenever longing spurs me on, O my she-camel,
I spur you on by driving—this in return for that.
I urge you on in the marketplaces here and there.
فَإِنand if يُدمِmakes bleed خُفَّيكِyour two footpads طولُthe length of السُرىnight-travel
فَإِن يُدمِ خُفَّيكِ طولُ السُرى
فَمِثلُthen like جُفونيmy eyelids الدَّواميbleeding البَواكيweeping
فَمِثلُ جُفوني الدَّوامي البَواكي
And if long night-travel makes your footpads bleed,
And if the journey wears out your sandals,
then they are like my bleeding, weeping eyelids.
My eyelids are just as worn out from weeping.
خِديstride swiftly وَخُذيand take العَهدَthe pledge مِنّيfrom me مَتىwhen
خِدي وَخُذي العَهدَ مِنّي مَتى
بَلَغناwe reach مِنىًMina أَنthat تَناليyou attain مُناكِyour wish
بَلَغنا مِنىً أَن تَنالي مُناكِ
Stride swiftly, and take my pledge: when
Rest your cheek, and take my pact, whenever
we reach Mina, you shall attain your wish.
We reach a stopping-place, not to seek your rest
هُناكَthere حَرامٌforbidden عَلىto الرَّحلِthe saddle وَالand the
هُناكَ حَرامٌ عَلى الرَّحلِ وَال
تَرَحُّلِjourneying دونَunlike المَطاياthe mounts مَطاكِyour back
تَرَحُّلِ دونَ المَطايا مَطاكِ
There, forbidden to the saddle and
Without me. There it is forbidden for luggage
to journeying—unlike the other mounts—shall be your back.
To be unloaded unless the camel kneels.
أَياO هِندُHind هِندُHind بَنيsons of عامِرٍAmir
أَيا هِندُ هِندُ بَني عامِرٍ
شِفاthe cure أَلَميmy pain فيin اِرتِشافيmy sipping لَماكِyour lips' dark hue
شِفا أَلَمي في اِرتِشافي لَماكِ
O Hind, Hind of Banu Amir,
O Hind, O Hind, daughter of 'Amir, assuage
my pain's cure lies in sipping from your dusky lips.
My pain with a draught when the cooking-pot is hot.
إِلَيكِtoward you شَقَقتُI tore through مُلاءَmantles السَرابِthe mirage
إِلَيكِ شَقَقتُ مُلاءَ السَرابِ
بِشاكِيَةِon a complaining she-camel الأَينِfatigue مِنfrom تَحتِbeneath شاكِone who complains
بِشاكِيَةِ الأَينِ مِن تَحتِ شاكِ
Toward you I tore through the mirage's mantles,
For you I split the mirage, traveling
on a she-camel complaining of fatigue, beneath a complaining rider.
Below the blazing sun, asking where you are.
أَبُخلاًis it stinginess? وَقَومُكَwhile your people أَهلُpeople of النَدىgenerosity
أَبُخلاً وَقَومُكَ أَهلُ النَدى
وَغَدراًand treachery وَماwhile not شانdisgraced غَدرٌtreachery أَباكِyour father
وَغَدراً وَما شان غَدرٌ أَباكِ
Stinginess, though your people are generous?
Are you refusing me, though your people are generous,
And treachery, though treachery never disgraced your father?
When treachery is uncharacteristic of you?
بِماذاby what means تَوَسَّلَfound a way عُودُa twig الأَراكِthe arak tree
بِماذا تَوَسَّلَ عُودُ الأَراكِ
إِلىto أَنthat يُقَبِّلَit may kiss بِالأَمنِin safety فاكِyour mouth
إِلى أَن يُقَبِّلَ بِالأَمنِ فاكِ
How did the arak twig find a way
With what has the perfumed crooked bough of Arak wood
to kiss your mouth in safety?
Managed to kiss the cup's rim safely?
Sol 6.1