زارَvisited الحَبيبُthe beloved وَحَيّانيand greeted me فَأَحيانيso revived me
زارَ الحَبيبُ وَحَيّاني فَأَحياني
وَمُذand since جَفانيhe shunned me جَفانيshunned me نومُsleep أَجفانيmy eyelids
وَمُذ جَفاني جَفاني نومُ أَجفاني
The beloved visited and greeted me, and so revived me.
The beloved visited and revived me, so he revived me
And since he shunned me, sleep has shunned my eyelids.
Since he abandoned me, sleep has abandoned my eyes
كَمhow often أَكتُمُI conceal الوَجدَpassion وَالأَجفانُand the eyelids تُعلِنهُproclaim it
كَم أَكتُمُ الوَجدَ وَالأَجفانُ تُعلِنهُ
فَالدَمعُfor tears فيin كُلِّeach عَينٍeye مِنهُfrom it عَينانِtwo springs
فَالدَمعُ في كُلِّ عَينٍ مِنهُ عَينانِ
How often I conceal my passion, while my eyelids proclaim it!
How much passion I conceal, while my eyes reveal it
For tears from it are twin springs in each eye.
In every eye of mine are two eyes full of tears
أَفنانِيَconsumed me الوَجدُpassion إِذwhen ناحَتlamented مُطَوَّقَةٌa ring-necked dove
أَفنانِيَ الوَجدُ إِذ ناحَت مُطَوَّقَةٌ
تَدعوcalling to سُحَيراًjust before dawn هَديلاًHadil بَينَamong أَفنانِbranches
تَدعو سُحَيراً هَديلاً بَينَ أَفنانِ
Passion consumed me when a ring-necked dove lamented,
Passion exhausted me when a caged bird moaned
Calling to Hadil just before dawn among the branches.
Calling out to Suhayr, cooing plaintively
ناحَتshe lamented فَباحَتso revealed her grief وَلَمand did not تَدرِknow الدُّموعَtears وَلَمand did not
ناحَت فَباحَت وَلَم تَدرِ الدُّموعَ وَلَم
يَبُحspeak out لِسانيmy tongue وَأَبدَتand revealed عَبرَتيmy tear شانيmy plight
يَبُح لِساني وَأَبدَت عَبرَتي شاني
She lamented and so revealed her grief, though she knew no tears; nor
She moaned and then confessed, though tears did not confess
Did my tongue speak out, yet my tear revealed my plight.
Nor did my tongue confess, yet my sadness exposed me
فَدَيتُI would ransom مَنthe one who ماnever رَأىsaw سُقميmy sickness وَصِحَّتَهُand his health
فَدَيتُ مَن ما رَأى سُقمي وَصِحَّتَهُ
إِلّاexcept وَأَضحَكَهُand made him laugh عُجباًin conceit وَأَبكانيand made me weep
إِلّا وَأَضحَكَهُ عُجباً وَأَبكاني
I would give my life for him who never saw my sickness and his own health
I sacrifice anyone who saw my sickness and health
Without the sight making him laugh in conceit and making me weep.
Except he laughed in wonder and made me cry
قَلبيmy heart يَراهُsees him علىdespite بُعدِthe distance المَزارِthe place of visitation فَواso, oh!
قَلبي يَراهُ على بُعدِ المَزارِ فَوا
لَهفيmy anguish لِصَدِّat the turning away of الحَبيبِthe beloved النازِحِthe distant one الدانيthe near one
لَهفي لِصَدِّ الحَبيبِ النازِحِ الداني
My heart sees him, though his dwelling is far away—oh,
My heart sees him from afar, so alas
How I grieve that the beloved, distant yet near, turns away!
My fervor to ward off the charming beloved
فَمَنwho, then رَأىhas seen غُصنَa bough بانٍa bān tree فيin كَثيبِa dune نَقاًfine sand
فَمَن رَأى غُصنَ بانٍ في كَثيبِ نَقاً
مِنfrom قَبلِهِbefore him مُثمِراًbearing fruit تُفّاحَapples لُبنانِLebanon
مِن قَبلِهِ مُثمِراً تُفّاحَ لُبنانِ
Who, then, has seen a bān bough upon a dune of fine sand
Who saw a moist branch on a sandy hill
Before him, bearing apples of Lebanon?
Fruitful with apples from Lebanon before him
خَفيتُI faded from sight حَتّىso much that لَوif اَنَّthat الطَّيفَthe dream-phantom يَطرُقُنيvisited me by night
خَفيتُ حَتّى لَو اَنَّ الطَّيفَ يَطرُقُني
لَماwould not رَأىsee مَضجَعيmy resting place لَوif كانَwere يَغشانيvisit me
لَما رَأى مَضجَعي لَو كانَ يَغشاني
I have faded so utterly that, even if the dream-phantom visited me by night,
I hid until even if a specter approached me
It would not see where I lay, if it came to me.
It wouldn't see my bed, even if it spied on me
ياO مَنyou who يُسائِلُنيask me عَمّاabout what بُليتُI was afflicted بِهِwith it
يا مَن يُسائِلُني عَمّا بُليتُ بِهِ
فَنيتُI have perished كُلّيall of me وَوَجديand my passion لَيسَis not بِالفانيperishing
فَنيتُ كُلّي وَوَجدي لَيسَ بِالفاني
O you who ask me about what has afflicted me,
O you who ask me what afflicted me
I have perished entirely, yet my passion is undying.
I wasted away, and my passion does not fade
Sol 6.1