أَكثَرتَyou have overdone فيمَنabout the one whom أَهوىI love مَلامَكyour reproach
أَكثَرتَ فيمَن أَهوى مَلامَك
فَمَجَّso spat out سَمعيmy hearing فيهِabout him كَلامَكyour words
فَمَجَّ سَمعي فيهِ كَلامَك
You have overdone your reproaches about the one I love;
so my ears have spat out your words about him.
وَياand O خَيالَphantom of الحَبيبِthe beloved عُدنيvisit me
وَيا خَيالَ الحَبيبِ عُدني
أَوor لاnot فَعِدنيthen promise me لَيلاًat night لِمامَكyour fleeting visit
أَو لا فَعِدني لَيلاً لِمامَك
And O phantom of the beloved, visit me,
or, if not, promise me your fleeting visit at night.
قالَhe said وَأَنّىand how تَرىyou see خَيالاًa phantom
قالَ وَأَنّى تَرى خَيالاً
فيin اللَيلِthe night مِمَّنof one who نَفىbanished مَنامَكyour sleep
في اللَيلِ مِمَّن نَفى مَنامَك
He said, “And how can you see a phantom
at night, of one who has banished your sleep?”
مَنَعتَنيyou denied me مِنكَfrom you كُلَّevery شَيءٍthing
مَنَعتَني مِنكَ كُلَّ شَيءٍ
يَهواهُdesires it قَلبيmy heart حَتّىeven سَلامَكyour greeting
يَهواهُ قَلبي حَتّى سَلامَك
You have denied me everything of yours
that my heart desires—even your greeting.
ماnot يَحسُدُenvies البانُthe bān tree إِذwhen تَثَنّىit sways
ما يَحسُدُ البانُ إِذ تَثَنّى
قَوامَthe stature of شَيءٍanything إِلّاexcept قَوامَكyour stature
قَوامَ شَيءٍ إِلّا قَوامَك
When it sways, the bān tree envies no
figure but yours.
يوسُفُJoseph لَوif لَمnot يَكُنhe were نَبِيّاًa prophet
يوسُفُ لَو لَم يَكُن نَبِيّاً
لَكانَthen he would be فيin حُسنِهِhis beauty غُلامَكyour servant
لَكانَ في حُسنِهِ غُلامَك
Joseph, had he not been a prophet,
would, in beauty, have been your servant.
أَهوىI love البُكاweeping إِذwhen أَراكَI see you وَجداًout of passionate longing
أَهوى البُكا إِذ أَراكَ وَجداً
إِذsince كُنتُI used to مِنهُthrough it أَرىsee اِبتِسامَكyour smile
إِذ كُنتُ مِنهُ أَرى اِبتِسامَك
I love to weep with longing when I see you,
for through it I used to see your smile.
Sol 6.1