لَناfor us بَرامَةَin Ramah أَوطانٌhomelands وَأَوطارُand desires
لَنا بَرامَةَ أَوطانٌ وَأَوطارُ
وَمِنand from لَياليnights هَوىlove for أَسماءَAsma أَسمارُevening tales
وَمِن لَيالي هَوى أَسماءَ أَسمارُ
In Barāma we have homelands and longings,
In Ramah we have homelands and longings,
and from nights of love for Asmāʾ, tales for the night.
and evening tales of nights of love for Asma.
أُسِرُّI conceal وَجداًpassionate longing وَلَكِنّيand yet I أُصِرُّI persist عَلىin الthe
أُسِرُّ وَجداً وَلَكِنّي أُصِرُّ عَلى ال
بُكاweeping وَلِلصَّبِّand for the lovesick lover إِسرارٌsecrecy وَإِصرارُand persistence
بُكا وَلِلصَّبِّ إِسرارٌ وَإِصرارُ
I hide my passion, yet I persist in—
I conceal my longing, yet persist in
weeping; the ardent lover has secrets and persistence.
weeping; the lovesick have both secrecy and persistence.
حَمامَO doves بانِban trees الحِمَىthe sanctuary هَيَّجتَyou have stirred ليfor me شَجَناًsorrow
حَمامَ بانِ الحِمَى هَيَّجتَ لي شَجَناً
وَبِالنَقاand on the sandhill تُثمِرُbear as fruit الأَشجانsorrows أَشجارُtrees
وَبِالنَقا تُثمِرُ الأَشجان أَشجارُ
O dove of the bān trees in the protected pasture, you have stirred grief in me,
O doves of the sanctuary's ban trees, you have stirred sorrow in me;
and at al-Naqā, sorrows bear fruit as trees.
and on the sandhill, trees bear sorrows as fruit.
بِهِthere القَماريthe turtledoves عَلىupon الباناتِthe ban trees صادِحَةٌsinging
بِهِ القَماري عَلى الباناتِ صادِحَةٌ
وَفيand in القِبابِthe domed tents عَلىupon الأَغصانِthe branches أَقمارُmoons
وَفي القِبابِ عَلى الأَغصانِ أَقمارُ
There, the turtledoves sing upon the bān trees,
There, turtledoves sing upon the ban trees,
and within the domes, moons rest upon the branches.
and in the domed tents are moons upon branches.
لِيَهنِmay it gladden سُكانَthe inhabitants of نَجدٍNajd أَنَّthat مَسكَنَهُمtheir dwelling
لِيَهنِ سُكانَ نَجدٍ أَنَّ مَسكَنَهُم
قَلبيmy heart وَإِنeven though نَزَحَتhas grown distant ماwhat lies بَينَناbetween us الدارُthe abode
قَلبي وَإِن نَزَحَت ما بَينَنا الدارُ
Blest be the people of Najd, for their dwelling is
May the people of Najd rejoice that their dwelling is
my heart, though the abode between us lies far away.
my heart, though our homes lie far apart.
أَستَودِعُI entrust to اللَهَGod جيراناًneighbors كَلَفتُI became enamored بِهِمwith them
أَستَودِعُ اللَهَ جيراناً كَلَفتُ بِهِم
جارواthey acted unjustly وَعِندَهُمُand among them لاnot يحفَظُis protected الجارُthe neighbor
جاروا وَعِندَهُمُ لا يحفَظُ الجارُ
I commend to God’s care neighbors with whom I became enthralled;
I entrust to God neighbors with whom I am enamored;
they wronged me, and in their keeping no neighbor is protected.
they have been unjust, and among them no neighbor is protected.
ثَلاثَةٌthree things حينَwhen أَلقىI meet مَنthe one whom كَلِفتُI became enamored بِهِwith him
ثَلاثَةٌ حينَ أَلقى مَن كَلِفتُ بِهِ
تَعتادنيrepeatedly beset me لَيسَthere are no ليfor me مِنهُنّagainst them أَنصارُallies
تَعتادني لَيسَ لي مِنهُنّ أَنصارُ
Three things, whenever I meet the one who enthralls me,
Three things, when I meet the one I love,
beset me, and I have no champions against them:
beset me; against them I have no allies:
مِنfrom ناظِرَيهِhis two eyes وَمِنand from دَمعيmy tears وَمِنand from نَفسيmy breath
مِن ناظِرَيهِ وَمِن دَمعي وَمِن نَفسي
سَيفٌa sword وَسَيلٌand a torrent وَنارٌand a fire دونَهاlesser than it النارُfire itself
سَيفٌ وَسَيلٌ وَنارٌ دونَها النارُ
from his eyes, from my tears, and from my own soul—
from his two eyes, from my tears, and from my breath,
a sword, a flood, and a fire before which every fire pales.
a sword, a torrent, and a fire fiercer than fire itself.
نَشوانُintoxicated ريقَتُهُhis saliva خَمرٌwine وَنَكهَتُهُand his breath's scent
نَشوانُ ريقَتُهُ خَمرٌ وَنَكهَتُهُ
عِطرٌperfume فَفيso in فيهِhis mouth خَمّارa wine seller وَعَطّارُand a perfumer
عِطرٌ فَفي فيهِ خَمّار وَعَطّارُ
Drunken, his saliva is wine, and his breath—
He is intoxicated; his saliva is wine, and his breath
perfume: within his mouth dwell a vintner and a perfumer.
is perfume; so in his mouth are a wine seller and a perfumer.
كَأَنَّهُas though he were صَنَمٌan idol تَهفوflutter longingly لِفِتنَتِهِtoward his allure
كَأَنَّهُ صَنَمٌ تَهفو لِفِتنَتِهِ
مِنّاfrom us قُلوبٌhearts وَأَسماعٌand ears وَأَبصارُand eyes
مِنّا قُلوبٌ وَأَسماعٌ وَأَبصارُ
As though he were an idol, toward whose enchantment flutter
He is like an idol, toward whose allure flutter
our hearts, our hearing, and our eyes.
our hearts, our ears, and our eyes.
مِنfrom قَبلِهِbefore him ماnot رَأَتsaw عَينايَmy two eyes شَمسa sun ضُحىًof midmorning
مِن قَبلِهِ ما رَأَت عَينايَ شَمس ضُحىً
تَبدوappear وَمطلعِهاand its rising-place جَيبٌa neckline وَأَزرارُand buttons
تَبدو وَمطلعِها جَيبٌ وَأَزرارُ
Before him, my eyes had never seen a morning sun
Before him, my eyes had never seen a midmorning sun
appear with a neckline and buttons for its rising-place.
appear, its rising-place a neckline and buttons.
ياO قاتِليmy slayer بِضَعيفِwith the weakness of اللَحظِthe glance فاتِرِهِits languor
يا قاتِلي بِضَعيفِ اللَحظِ فاتِرِهِ
آهاًAh! لَهُfor it مِنwhat a ضَعيفٍweakling وَهوَyet it is جَبّارُa tyrant
آهاً لَهُ مِن ضَعيفٍ وَهوَ جَبّارُ
O you who slay me with your feeble, languid glance—
O you who slay me with a weak, languid glance,
ah, what a feeble thing it is, and yet a conqueror!
ah, what a weakling it is—and yet a tyrant!
أَرىI see جُفونَكَyour eyelids ماnot تَنفَكُّcease قاتِلَةًkilling
أَرى جُفونَكَ ما تَنفَكُّ قاتِلَةً
فَهَلthen do…? لَهُنَّfor them عَلَيناagainst us فيin الهَوىlove ثارُa blood-feud
فَهَل لَهُنَّ عَلَينا في الهَوى ثارُ
I see your eyelids never cease their killing;
I see that your eyelids never cease to kill;
do they have some blood-feud with us in love?
do they, then, have a blood-feud against us in love?
هَبنيgrant me الكَرىsleep لِيَزورَso it may visit الطَيفُthe dream-image حِلفَa companion of ضَنىًwasting sickness
هَبني الكَرى لِيَزورَ الطَيفُ حِلفَ ضَنىً
فَماfor there are no عَلَيكَupon you إِذاif ماan emphatic particle زارَit visits أوزارُsins
فَما عَلَيكَ إِذا ما زارَ أوزارُ
Grant me sleep, that your phantom may visit one sworn to wasting;
Grant me sleep, so the dream-image may visit a companion of wasting sickness;
what burden would fall upon you if it came to visit?
for no sins weigh upon you if it visits.
Sol 6.1