هَلis there? ناشِدٌa seeker ليfor me بِعَقيقِat ʿAqīq الحِمىal-Ḥimā (the protected pasture)
هَل ناشِدٌ لي بِعَقيقِ الحِمى
غُزَيّلِاًa little gazelle مَرَّpassed عَلىby الرَكبِthe caravan
غُزَيّلِاً مَرَّ عَلى الرَكبِ
Is there someone to seek for me at ʿAqīq al-Ḥimā
Is there a companion who calls to me with the perfume of love,
a little gazelle that passed by the caravan?
A gazelle who passed by the caravan,
أَفلَتَescaped مِنfrom قانِصِهِhis hunter غِرَّةًin an unguarded moment
أَفلَتَ مِن قانِصِهِ غِرَّةً
وَعادَand returned بِالقَلبِwith the heart إِلىto السِربِthe herd
وَعادَ بِالقَلبِ إِلى السِربِ
He escaped his hunter in an unguarded moment,
Escaped from the hunter suddenly,
and returned to the herd with my heart.
And returned with a heart to the herd?
وَأَظمَأَand made thirsty القَلبَthe heart إِلىfor مالِكٍa master
وَأَظمَأَ القَلبَ إِلى مالِكٍ
لايُحسِنُdoes not know how to practice العَدلَjustice عَلىtoward القَلبِthe heart
لايُحسِنُ العَدلَ عَلى القَلبِ
He made my heart thirst for a master
It made the heart thirsty for its owner
who does not know how to treat my heart justly.
Who does not know justice for the heart.
يَعجَبُhe marvels مِنat عُجبيmy admiration بِهِfor him فيin الهَوىlove
يَعجَبُ مِن عُجبي بِهِ في الهَوى
واoh! عَجَبيmy wonder مِنهُat him وَمِنand at عُجبيmy admiration
وا عَجَبي مِنهُ وَمِن عُجبي
He marvels at my admiration for him in love;
He is amazed at my wonder for him in love,
oh, how I marvel at him—and at my own admiration!
And my wonder for him and for my wonder!
أَقرُبُI draw near بِالوُدِّwith affection وَيَنأىand he draws away بِهِwith it
أَقرُبُ بِالوُدِّ وَيَنأى بِهِ
وَيليwoe to me عَلىfor بُعدِكَyour distance مِنdespite قُربِnearness
وَيلي عَلى بُعدِكَ مِن قُربِ
I draw near with affection, while he draws away with it;
Closest in affection, yet remote,
woe to me for your distance despite your nearness!
Woe to me for your distance from nearness.
مُنَعَّمٌpampered يَعطِفُsways مِنهُof him الصِباyouth
مُنَعَّمٌ يَعطِفُ مِنهُ الصِبا
لِعبَthe play الصَباthe east breeze بِالغُصُنِwith the bough الرَطبِsupple
لِعبَ الصَبا بِالغُصُنِ الرَطبِ
A pampered one, whom youth sways
Luxurious, bending branches with him,
as the east breeze plays with a supple bough.
The morning breeze playing with the moist branch.
بَلادَةُdullness النَعمَةِluxury فيin طَبعِهِhis nature
بَلادَةُ النَعمَةِ في طَبعِهِ
وَرُبَّماand sometimes ناقَشَhe is exacting فيin الحُبِّlove
وَرُبَّما ناقَشَ في الحُبِّ
The dullness of luxury is in his nature,
Dullness of luxury in his nature,
yet sometimes he is exacting in love.
And sometimes he argued about love.
أَماhas he not? اِتَّقىhe feared اللَهَGod عَلىdespite ضُعفِهِhis weakness
أَما اِتَّقى اللَهَ عَلى ضُعفِهِ
مُعَذَّبُtormented القَلبِthe heart بِلاwithout fault ذَنبِline_17
مُعَذَّبُ القَلبِ بِلا ذَنبِ
Does he not fear God, despite his weakness—
Does he not fear Allah for his weakness,
the one tormented at heart without a fault?
My heart tortured without sin?
ياO ماطِلاًone who delays payment ليto me بِدُيونِover the debts of الهَوىlove
يا ماطِلاً لي بِدُيونِ الهَوى
مَنwho دَلَّguided عَينَيكَyour two eyes عَلىto قَلبيmy heart
مَن دَلَّ عَينَيكَ عَلى قَلبي
O you who defer paying me love's debts,
Oh procrastinator of my love debts,
who guided your eyes to my heart?
Who has misled your eyes to my heart?
Sol 6.1