فُؤادٌa heart لاnot يُسَلّيهِconsoles it المُدامُwine
فُؤادٌ لا يُسَلّيهِ المُدامُ
وَجِسمٌand a body لاnot يُفارِقُهُleaves it السَقامُsickness
وَجِسمٌ لا يُفارِقُهُ السَقامُ
A heart that wine cannot console,
A heart not consoled by wine
and a body that sickness never leaves.
A body not parted from sickness
وَأَجفانٌand eyelids تَبيتُspend the night مُقَرَّحاتِulcerated
وَأَجفانٌ تَبيتُ مُقَرَّحاتِ
تَسيلُstream دَماًblood إِذاwhen جَنَّdescends الظَلامُdarkness
تَسيلُ دَماً إِذا جَنَّ الظَلامُ
And eyelids that spend the night ulcerated,
Eyelids that sleep ulcerated
streaming blood when darkness falls.
Dripping blood when night falls
وَهاتِفَةٌand a caller شَجَتgrieved قَلبيmy heart بِصَوتٍwith a voice
وَهاتِفَةٌ شَجَت قَلبي بِصَوتٍ
يَلَذُّdelights بِهِin it الفُؤادُthe heart المُستَهامُlove-stricken
يَلَذُّ بِهِ الفُؤادُ المُستَهامُ
And a caller grieved my heart with a voice
A belle whose voice pierced my heart
in which the love-stricken heart delights.
With a sound that pleases the lovesick heart
شُغِلتُI was engrossed بِذِكرِin remembering عَبلَةَAbla عَنaway from سِواهاothers besides her
شُغِلتُ بِذِكرِ عَبلَةَ عَن سِواها
وَقُلتُand I said لِصاحِبيto my companion هَذاthis المَرامُthe goal
وَقُلتُ لِصاحِبي هَذا المَرامُ
I was engrossed in remembering Abla, heedless of all others,
I was preoccupied with the memory of Ubla from others
and I told my companion, “This is what I seek.”
And I said to my friend, this is the purpose
وَفيand in أَرضِland الحِجازِthe Hijaz خِيامُtents قَومٍa people
وَفي أَرضِ الحِجازِ خِيامُ قَومٍ
حَلالُlawful الوَصلِunion عِندَهُمُamong them حَرامُforbidden
حَلالُ الوَصلِ عِندَهُمُ حَرامُ
And in the land of the Hijaz are a people's tents,
And in the land of Hejaz are the tents of people
where lawful union is forbidden.
Where what is lawful to unite is unlawful
وَبَينَand among قِبابِdomed tents ذاكَthat الحَيِّthe clan خَودٌa lovely maiden
وَبَينَ قِبابِ ذاكَ الحَيِّ خَودٌ
رَداحٌfull-hipped لاnot يُماطُis drawn aside لَهاfor her لِثامُa face-veil
رَداحٌ لا يُماطُ لَها لِثامُ
And among the domed tents of that clan is a lovely maiden,
And between the domes of that neighborhood is a cheek
full-hipped, whose face-veil is never drawn aside.
An unveiled one with no barriers
لَهاshe has مِنfrom تَحتِbeneath بُرقُعِهاher face-veil عُيونٌeyes
لَها مِن تَحتِ بُرقُعِها عُيونٌ
صِحاحٌhealthy حَشوُthe filling of جَفنَيهاher two eyelids سَقامُsickness
صِحاحٌ حَشوُ جَفنَيها سَقامُ
Beneath her face-veil she has eyes
Under her scarf she has eyes
healthy, yet sickness fills her eyelids.
Sick, though their eyelids are filled with kohl
وَبَينَand between شِفاهِهاher lips مِسكٌmusk عَبيرٌperfume
وَبَينَ شِفاهِها مِسكٌ عَبيرٌ
وَكافورٌand camphor يُمازِجهُmingles with it مُدامُwine
وَكافورٌ يُمازِجهُ مُدامُ
And between her lips are musk and perfume,
Between her lips is fragrant musk
and camphor, with which wine mingles.
And camphor mixed with wine
فَماso no لِلبَدرِfor the full moon إِنif سَفَرَتshe unveils كَمالٌperfection
فَما لِلبَدرِ إِن سَفَرَت كَمالٌ
وَماand no لِلغُصنِfor the bough إِنif خَطَرَتshe walks swaying قَوامُgraceful form
وَما لِلغُصنِ إِن خَطَرَت قَوامُ
So the full moon has no perfection when she unveils,
Why should the full moon be perfect
and the bough has no graceful form when she sways.
And why should the branch have a tall stature
يَلُذُّis sweet غَرامُهاpassion for her وَالوَجدُand longing عِنديto me
يَلُذُّ غَرامُها وَالوَجدُ عِندي
وَمَنand whoever يَعشَقloves يَلَذُّis sweet لَهُto him الغَرامُpassion
وَمَن يَعشَق يَلَذُّ لَهُ الغَرامُ
Passion for her and longing are sweet to me,
I delight in her love and ecstasy
and whoever loves finds passion sweet.
And whoever falls in love, delights in passion
أَلاah ياO عَبلَAbla قَدindeed شَمِتَgloated الأَعاديthe enemies
أَلا يا عَبلَ قَد شَمِتَ الأَعادي
بِإِبعاديat my banishment وَقَدand indeed أَمِنواthey felt safe وَنامواand they slept
بِإِبعادي وَقَد أَمِنوا وَناموا
Ah, O Abla, the enemies have gloated
O Ubla, the enemies have triumphed
at my banishment, and they have felt safe and slept.
With my estrangement, now relieved and asleep
وَقَدand indeed لاقَيتُI encountered فيin سَفَريmy travels أُموراًthings
وَقَد لاقَيتُ في سَفَري أُموراً
تُشَيِّبُturn gray-haired مَنwhoever لَهُhe has فيin المَهدِthe cradle عامُone year
تُشَيِّبُ مَن لَهُ في المَهدِ عامُ
And on my travels I have encountered things
And I have faced in my journey such matters
that would gray the hair of a year-old in the cradle.
That would turn white one who in the cradle is an infant
وَبَعدَand after العُسرِhardship قَدindeed لاقَيتُI found يُسراًease
وَبَعدَ العُسرِ قَد لاقَيتُ يُسراً
وَمَلكاًand a king لاnot يُحيطُencompasses بِهِaround him الكَلامُwords
وَمَلكاً لا يُحيطُ بِهِ الكَلامُ
And after hardship I have found ease,
And after hardship I have found ease
and a king whom words cannot encompass,
And a king that speech cannot encompass
وَسُلطاناًand a sovereign لَهُfor him كُلُّall البَراياcreatures
وَسُلطاناً لَهُ كُلُّ البَرايا
جُنودٌsoldiers وَالزَمانُand Time لَهُfor him غُلامُa servant-boy
جُنودٌ وَالزَمانُ لَهُ غُلامُ
and a sovereign for whom all creatures
And a sultan over all the lands
are soldiers, and Time is his servant-boy.
His soldiers and time are his servants
يَفيضُpours forth عَطاؤُهُhis bounty مِنfrom راحَتَيهِhis two palms
يَفيضُ عَطاؤُهُ مِن راحَتَيهِ
فَماso not نَدريwe know أَبَحرٌis it a sea? أَمor غَمامُrainclouds
فَما نَدري أَبَحرٌ أَم غَمامُ
His bounty pours from his two palms,
His generosity overflows from his palms
so we cannot tell: is he a sea or a raincloud?
We know not, is it an ocean or a cloud?
وَقَدand indeed خَلَعَتbestowed عَلَيهِupon him الشَمسُthe sun تاجاًa crown
وَقَد خَلَعَت عَلَيهِ الشَمسُ تاجاً
فَلاso not يَغشىshrouds مَعالِمَهُhis features ظَلامُdarkness
فَلا يَغشى مَعالِمَهُ ظَلامُ
And the sun has bestowed a crown upon him,
Over him the sun has shed its crown
so no darkness shrouds his features.
So no darkness covers his features
جَواهِرُهُits jewels النُجومُthe stars وَفيهِand within it بَدرٌa full moon
جَواهِرُهُ النُجومُ وَفيهِ بَدرٌ
أَقَلُّthe least صِفاتِqualities صورَتِهِits form التَمامُperfection
أَقَلُّ صِفاتِ صورَتِهِ التَمامُ
Its jewels are the stars, and within it is a full moon
His gems are the stars, and in him is a moon
whose form's least attribute is perfection.
The least of the attributes of his image is perfection
بَنوsons of نَعشٍNa‘sh (the Bier) لِمَجلِسِهِfor his court سَريرٌa throne
بَنو نَعشٍ لِمَجلِسِهِ سَريرٌ
عَلَيهاupon them وَالسَماواتُand the heavens الخِيامُthe tents
عَلَيها وَالسَماواتُ الخِيامُ
Banu Na‘sh: for his court, a throne
The Neshe clan are his council seats
rests upon them, and the heavens are the tents.
Above them and the heavens are his tents
وَلَولاand were it not for خَوفُهُfear of him فيin كُلِّevery قُطرٍquarter
وَلَولا خَوفُهُ في كُلِّ قُطرٍ
مِنَof الآفاقِthe horizons ماnot قَرَّrested الحُسامُthe keen sword
مِنَ الآفاقِ ما قَرَّ الحُسامُ
And were it not for the fear he inspires in every quarter
And were it not for his fear in every region
of the horizons, the keen sword would never rest.
The swords would not be sheathed
جَميعُall الناسِpeople جِسمٌa body وَهوَand he روحٌa soul
جَميعُ الناسِ جِسمٌ وَهوَ روحٌ
بِهِthrough him تَحياlive المَفاصِلُthe joints وَالعِظامُand the bones
بِهِ تَحيا المَفاصِلُ وَالعِظامُ
All people are a body, and he is its soul;
All people are one body and he is the soul
through him the joints and bones live.
By him the joints and bones come alive
تُصَلّيpray نَحوَهُtoward him مِنfrom كُلِّevery فَجٍّmountain pass
تُصَلّي نَحوَهُ مِن كُلِّ فَجٍّ
مُلوكُkings الأَرضِthe earth وَهوَand he لَهاfor them إِمامُa prayer-leader
مُلوكُ الأَرضِ وَهوَ لَها إِمامُ
Toward him, from every mountain pass, pray
Toward him from every valley pray
the kings of the earth, and he is their prayer-leader.
The kings of earth and he is their imam
فَدُمso endure ياO سَيِّدَmaster of الثَقَلَينِhumankind and jinn وَاِبقىand remain
فَدُم يا سَيِّدَ الثَقَلَينِ وَاِبقى
مَدىthroughout الأَيّامِthe days ماas long as ناحَlamented الحَمامُthe doves
مَدى الأَيّامِ ما ناحَ الحَمامُ
So endure, O master of humankind and jinn, and remain
So stay, O Master of the two burdens, for the
throughout the days, as long as the doves lament.
Length of days as long as the pigeons moan
Sol 6.1