شَكَوتُI complained فَلَمbut did not يَرِقَّshow compassion لِضَعفِfor the weakness of حاليmy condition
شَكَوتُ فَلَم يَرِقَّ لِضَعفِ حالي
حَبيبٌa beloved جِسمُهُhis body بِالحُسنِwith beauty حاليadorned
حَبيبٌ جِسمُهُ بِالحُسنِ حالي
I complained, yet my frail state won no pity
I complained, but my lowly state did not soften him,
From a beloved whose body is adorned with beauty.
A beloved whose beauty equals my state.
خَلِيٌّfree مِنof خِلالِtraits of العَذلِreproach فيهِin him
خَلِيٌّ مِن خِلالِ العَذلِ فيهِ
ضَنَيتُI wasted away فَصِرتُso I became نِضواًemaciated كَالخِلالِlike a toothpick
ضَنَيتُ فَصِرتُ نِضواً كَالخِلالِ
He is free of any trait deserving reproach;
Avoiding me with the evasion of the reproached,
I wasted away, becoming thin as a toothpick.
I became thin like threads.
حَلاgrew sweet ليto me فيin الهَوىlove مُرُّthe bitterness of التَجَنّيunjust reproach
حَلا لي في الهَوى مُرُّ التَجَنّي
بِلَفظٍthrough an utterance مِنهُfrom him كالسِّحرِlike magic الحَلالِlawful
بِلَفظٍ مِنهُ كالسِّحرِ الحَلالِ
In love, the bitterness of unjust reproach grew sweet to me
He lightened my love sickness with gentle words,
Through an utterance from him, like lawful magic.
Like innocent magic spells.
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle اِفتَرَّhe smiled عَنrevealing غُرِّgleaming white الثَناياthe front teeth
إِذا ما اِفتَرَّ عَن غُرِّ الثَنايا
ثَنىhe made bow فيin خَجلَةٍshame غُرَّgleaming white اللآليthe pearls
ثَنى في خَجلَةٍ غُرَّ اللآلي
When he smiles, revealing his gleaming front teeth,
When he smiled, free from the captivity of dimples,
He makes the gleaming pearls bow in shame.
He bent shyly, with the shyness of the crescent moon.
بِنَضرَتِهِwith his radiance وَنَظرَتِهِand his glance إِلَيناtoward us
بِنَضرَتِهِ وَنَظرَتِهِ إِلَينا
نَرىwe see حُسنَthe beauty of الغَزالَةِthe sun وَالغَزالِand the gazelle
نَرى حُسنَ الغَزالَةِ وَالغَزالِ
Through his radiance and his glance toward us,
With his softness and his gaze upon us,
We see the beauty of the sun and the gazelle.
We see the beauty of a gazelle and a fawn.
وَغانِيَةٍand many a beauty تَهُزُّshe sways عَلىabove كَثيبٍa sand dune
وَغانِيَةٍ تَهُزُّ عَلى كَثيبٍ
قَوامَthe figure of الخَيزُرانَةِthe bamboo cane بِاِعتِدالِwith balanced grace
قَوامَ الخَيزُرانَةِ بِاِعتِدالِ
And many a beauty sways above a sand dune
And a singing girl sways gracefully on a hill,
Her bamboo-like figure with graceful poise.
With the figure of a tender branch in balance.
يَعودُreturns البَدرُthe full moon عَنهاaway from her ذاpossessing مِحاقٍnew-moon darkness
يَعودُ البَدرُ عَنها ذا مِحاقٍ
إِذاwhen نَظَرَتshe looks إِلَيهِat it فيin الكَمالِperfection
إِذا نَظَرَت إِلَيهِ في الكَمالِ
The full moon comes away from her in new-moon darkness
The full moon returns to her with admiration
When she looks upon it in her perfection.
When she looks at it in perfection.
تَضِنُّshe is miserly بِوَصلِهاwith union with her المَأمولِhoped-for عَنّيfrom me
تَضِنُّ بِوَصلِها المَأمولِ عَنّي
وَقَدand already خَوَّلتُهاI bestowed on her روحيmy soul وَماليand my wealth
وَقَد خَوَّلتُها روحي وَمالي
She withholds from me the hoped-for union with her,
She is stingy with the hoped for union with me
Though I have given her my soul and my wealth.
When I had given her my soul and money.
بُليتُI was afflicted عَلىdespite اِكتِهالِreaching middle age السِّنِّage مِنّيin my case
بُليتُ عَلى اِكتِهالِ السِّنِّ مِنّي
بِمَعشوقِwith one beloved for التَّثَنّيsupple swaying وَالدَّلالِand coquetry
بِمَعشوقِ التَّثَنّي وَالدَّلالِ
Despite having reached middle age, I was afflicted
I was tried, as my years turned white,
With one beloved for his swaying grace and coquetry.
By the beloved of flirting and coquetry.
بَديعُexquisite الحُسنِbeauty وَالإِحسانُand kindness مِنهُfrom him
بَديعُ الحُسنِ وَالإِحسانُ مِنهُ
بَعيدٌfar off وَصلُهُunion with him صَعبُdifficult المَنالِto attain
بَعيدٌ وَصلُهُ صَعبُ المَنالِ
Exquisite in beauty, yet kindness from him
Wondrous beauty and kindness come from him,
Is distant; union with him is hard to attain.
But attaining the union with him is difficult.
أَتىcame شَيبيmy gray hair وَفارَقَنيand left me شَبابيmy youth
أَتى شَيبي وَفارَقَني شَبابي
فَواصَلَنيso kept me company اِكتِئابٌsorrow غَيرُnot آليrelenting
فَواصَلَني اِكتِئابٌ غَيرُ آلي
My gray hair came, and my youth left me;
My youth left me and my hair turned white,
So sorrow kept me company, never relenting.
And ceaseless melancholy accompanied me.
فَواso, alas أَسَفاًregret عَلىfor دَهرٍan age جَنَيناwe harvested
فَوا أَسَفاً عَلى دَهرٍ جَنَينا
بِأَيديwith the hands of طيبِهِits sweetness ثَمَرَthe fruit of الوِصالِunion
بِأَيدي طيبِهِ ثَمَرَ الوِصالِ
Alas for an age when we harvested
Alas for the days we harvested
With the hands of its sweetness, the fruit of union.
With the good of his hand the fruits of union.
مَضىdeparted الأَحبابُthe loved ones وَاللَذاتُand pleasures عَنّيfrom me
مَضى الأَحبابُ وَاللَذاتُ عَنّي
فَواso, alas أَسَفيmy sorrow عَلىfor عَيشٍa life مَضىpassed ليfor me
فَوا أَسَفي عَلى عَيشٍ مَضى لي
Loved ones and pleasures have departed from me;
The loved ones and pleasures left me,
Alas, how I mourn the life I once had!
Alas for a life that passed me by.
لَئِنif indeed طالَتgrew long بِهَجرِهِمُthrough their desertion لَيالٍnights
لَئِن طالَت بِهَجرِهِمُ لَيالٍ
لَقَدindeed قَصُرَتgrew short بِوَصلِهِمُthrough union with them لَياليmy nights
لَقَد قَصُرَت بِوَصلِهِمُ لَيالي
If nights grew long through their desertion,
If estrangement’s nights were long,
My nights grew short indeed in union with them.
Then the nights of union with them were short.
نَديميmy drinking companion هاتِهاbring it راحاًwine شَمولاًintoxicating wine
نَديمي هاتِها راحاً شَمولاً
أَرَقَّmore delicate لَدَيَّto me مِنthan رَوحِthe breath of الشَمالِthe north wind
أَرَقَّ لَدَيَّ مِن رَوحِ الشَمالِ
My drinking companion, bring it—heady wine,
My friend, bring it gently, enchantingly,
More delicate to me than the breath of the north wind.
It comforts me more than the north wind.
إِذاwhen صَدَمَتit strikes جُيوشthe armies of الهَمِّsorrow وَلَّتthey retreat
إِذا صَدَمَت جُيوش الهَمِّ وَلَّت
جيوشُthe armies of الهَمِّsorrow إِذas تَدعوit calls نَزالِto battle!
جيوشُ الهَمِّ إِذ تَدعو نَزالِ
When it strikes the armies of sorrow, away flee
When the armies of worries attack and retreat,
The armies of sorrow as it cries, “To battle!”
The armies of worries when they call for war.
أَدِرpass round كاساتِهاits cups ذَهَباًgold مُذاباًmolten
أَدِر كاساتِها ذَهَباً مُذاباً
أَحاطَencircled بِرَأسِهاaround its head عِقدُa necklace of اللآليpearls
أَحاطَ بِرَأسِها عِقدُ اللآلي
Pass round its cups—molten gold,
Pass around its cups, melted gold,
Its head encircled by a necklace of pearls.
Collars of pearls surround their necks.
فَحُلَّthen loosen بِهاwith it عِقالَthe fetter of الهَمِّsorrow عَنّيfrom me
فَحُلَّ بِها عِقالَ الهَمِّ عَنّي
وَقُمand rise وَاِنشَطand be lively لأَنشَطَso I may spring free مِنfrom عِقاليmy fetter
وَقُم وَاِنشَط لأَنشَطَ مِن عِقالي
Then with it loosen sorrow's fetter from me,
Undo with them the fetters of worry from me,
And rise and be lively, that I may spring free of my fetter.
And rise, be lively, more spirited than my vigor.
أَدِرpass round شَمسَthe sun of المُدامَةِwine أَوuntil تراناyou see us
أَدِر شَمسَ المُدامَةِ أَو ترانا
نَرىwe see الأَيّامَthe days سَكرىdrunk كَاللَياليlike the nights
نَرى الأَيّامَ سَكرى كَاللَيالي
Pass round the sun of wine until you see us
Turn the sun of the wine round, so we see
Seeing the days as drunken as the nights.
Days drunk like nights.
عَلىamong وَردٍroses كَأَنَّas though بِهِin it خُدودَthe cheeks of الthe
عَلى وَردٍ كَأَنَّ بِهِ خُدودَ ال
غَوانيbeauties نافِحاتٌexhaling fragrance بِالغَواليwith precious perfumes
غَواني نافِحاتٌ بِالغَوالي
Among roses, as though in them the cheeks of the
On roses as though cheeks of charmers were in them,
Beauties were exhaling precious perfumes.
Brimming over with amorous gazes.
يَقولُit says تَمَتَّعواtake pleasure بِشُموسِin the suns of فَضليmy bounty
يَقولُ تَمَتَّعوا بِشُموسِ فَضلي
طَوالِعَrising عِندَكُمamong you قَبلَbefore الزَّوالِpassing away
طَوالِعَ عِندَكُم قَبلَ الزَّوالِ
It says, “Enjoy the suns of my bounty,
It says: Enjoy my generosity’s suns,
Rising in your midst before they pass away;
Rising for you before noon.
وَأَيّاميand my days قِصارٌshort وَاللَياليand the nights
وَأَيّامي قِصارٌ وَاللَيالي
وَإِلماميand my brief visit كَإِلمامِlike the brief visit of الخَيالِa dream-vision
وَإِلمامي كَإِلمامِ الخَيالِ
And my days are short, and the nights too,
My days are short and the nights
And my brief visit is like a dream-vision's.”
Are like the guidance of imagination.
فَقَدfor indeed أَبدىhas revealed الرَّبيعُspring وجوهَfaces of حُسنٍbeauty
فَقَد أَبدى الرَّبيعُ وجوهَ حُسنٍ
أَنيقاتٍelegant بَديعاتِexquisite in الجَمالِbeauty
أَنيقاتٍ بَديعاتِ الجَمالِ
For spring has revealed faces of loveliness,
Spring has shown faces of beauty,
Elegant and exquisite in beauty,
Graceful, wondrous in their beauty.
وَمَنثوراًand stock blossoms أَنامِلُهُits fingers رِخاصٌtender
وَمَنثوراً أَنامِلُهُ رِخاصٌ
بِهِنَّupon them جَواهِرُthe jewels of الحُسنِbeauty الغَواليprecious
بِهِنَّ جَواهِرُ الحُسنِ الغَوالي
And stock blossoms, whose fingers are tender;
Its fingers strewed, charming,
Upon them lie the precious jewels of beauty.
With them the jewelry of gorgeous beauty.
Sol 6.1