ياO مَنْone who هوَhe الماءُwater فيin تَكْوينِformation of خِلْقَتِهِhis form
يا مَنْ هوَ الماءُ في تَكْوينِ خِلْقَتِهِ
وَمَنْand one who هُوَhe الخمرُwine فيin أَفعالِactions of مُقلَتِهِhis eye
وَمَنْ هُوَ الخمرُ في أَفعالِ مُقلَتِهِ
O you who are water in the shaping of your form,
O you who are like water in the making of your being
And you who are wine in the workings of your eye,
And like wine in the working of your inclination
وَمَنْand one for whom خَلَعْتُI cast off عِذاريmy bridle فيin هَوَايَmy passion لَهُfor him
وَمَنْ خَلَعْتُ عِذاري في هَوَايَ لَهُ
ومنand one for whom تَهَتَّكَwas torn سِتْريmy veil فيin مَحَبَّتِهِlove for him
ومن تَهَتَّكَ سِتْري في مَحَبَّتِهِ
And you for whom I cast off my bridle in my passion,
You whom I have unveiled my virtue for, in passion towards you
And you for love of whom my veil was torn,
And whose veil was ripped apart in loving you
وَمَنْand one who بزُرْقَةِwith the blueness of سَيْفِthe sword of اللَّحظِthe glance طَلَّshed without redress دَميmy blood
وَمَنْ بزُرْقَةِ سَيْفِ اللَّحظِ طَلَّ دَمي
والسَّيْفُand the sword ماnot فخرُهits pride إِلاexcept بِزُرْقَتِهِin its blueness
والسَّيْفُ ما فخرُه إِلا بِزُرْقَتِهِ
And you who, with the blueness of your glance’s sword, shed my blood without redress—
O you by whose glance the sword of the eyes shed my blood
And the sword’s pride lies only in its blueness.
The sword whose pride is but in the blueness of its blade
عَلَّمْتَyou taught إِنْسانَpupil of عَيْنيmy eye أَنْto يَعومَswim فَقَدْand indeed
عَلَّمْتَ إِنْسانَ عَيْني أَنْ يَعومَ فَقَدْ
جادَتْbecame excellent سِبَاحَتُهُits swimming فيin ماءِthe water of دَمْعَتِهِits tear
جادَتْ سِبَاحَتُهُ في ماءِ دَمْعَتِهِ
You taught the pupil of my eye to swim, and now
You have taught these eyes of mine to swim and so
It swims skillfully in the water of its tear.
They swim in the water of their tears generously
Sol 6.1