أَعَلِمتَdid you know? بَعدَكin your absence زَفرَتيmy sighing وَأَنينيand my moaning
أَعَلِمتَ بَعدَك زَفرَتي وَأَنيني
وَصَبابَتيand my passionate longing يَومthe day of النَوىparting وَشُجونيand my sorrows
وَصَبابَتي يَوم النَوى وَشُجوني
Did you know my sighing and moaning in your absence,
After you left, did you know my sighs and moans,
and my yearning on the day of parting, and my sorrows?
My sleepless nights and constant sorrows?
أَودَعتَyou deposited إِذwhen وَدّعتَyou bade farewell وَجداًintense longing فيin الحَشاthe breast
أَودَعتَ إِذ وَدّعتَ وَجداً في الحَشا
ماnot إِنemphatic particle تَزالcease سِهامهits arrows تُصمينيstrike me dead
ما إِن تَزال سِهامه تُصميني
When you bade farewell, you left a longing in my breast,
When you bid farewell, you left such passion in my heart,
whose arrows never cease to strike me down.
Whose arrows still pierce my soul.
وَرَقيبُand the sentinel of شَوقكlonging for you حاضِرٌpresent مُتَرقّبkeeping watch
وَرَقيبُ شَوقك حاضِرٌ مُتَرقّب
إِنif رُمتُI seek صَبراًpatience بِالأَسىto sorrow يُغرينيhe incites me
إِن رُمتُ صَبراً بِالأَسى يُغريني
And the sentinel of longing for you is present, keeping watch;
The watcher of my longing for you is ever present,
if I seek patience, he incites me to sorrow.
Tempting me away from patience into grief.
مِنfrom بَعدafter بُعدكyour departure ماnot ركَنتُI settled لِراحةٍinto rest
مِن بَعد بُعدك ما ركَنتُ لِراحةٍ
يَوماًfor a day وَلاnor غاضَتhave dried up عَلَيكfor you شُؤونيmy tear ducts
يَوماً وَلا غاضَت عَلَيك شُؤوني
Since your departure, I have not settled into rest
Since you went away, I’ve known no rest,
for even a day, nor have my tear ducts run dry for you.
My cares for you never subsiding.
قَدindeed كُنتُI used to أَبكيweep الدَمعَtears أَبيضَwhite ناصِعاًdazzling
قَد كُنتُ أَبكي الدَمعَ أَبيضَ ناصِعاً
فَاليَومbut today تَبكيweep بِالدِماءwith blood جُفونيmy eyelids
فَاليَوم تَبكي بِالدِماء جُفوني
I used to weep tears of dazzling white;
Once I wept tears as white as pearls,
but today my eyelids weep blood.
Now my eyes weep blood in crimson streams.
قُلtell لِلَّذينَto those who قَدhave اِدّعواclaimed فَرطَextreme intensity of الهَوىlove
قُل لِلَّذينَ قَد اِدّعوا فَرطَ الهَوى
إِنif شئتُمُyou wish عِلمَknowledge of الهَوىlove فَسَلونيthen ask me
إِن شئتُمُ عِلمَ الهَوى فَسَلوني
Tell those who have claimed overwhelming love:
Say to those who claim I'm obsessed with love,
If you wish to know love, then ask me.
If you wish to know love, just ask me.
إِنّيindeed I أَخَذتُI learned كَثيرهmuch of it عَنfrom عُروَةUrwa
إِنّي أَخَذتُ كَثيره عَن عُروَة
وَرَوَيتُand I transmitted سائِرَهthe rest of it عَنfrom المُجنونِMajnun
وَرَوَيتُ سائِرَه عَن المُجنونِ
Indeed, I learned much of it from Urwa,
Much have I learned from Urwa's tale,
and transmitted the rest from Majnun.
And the rest I heard in Majnun's story.
هَذيthis روايتُناour account عَنfrom اِشياخthe elders of الهَوىlove
هَذي روايتُنا عَن اِشياخ الهَوى
فَإِنso if اِدَّعَيتُمyou claim غَيرَهاsomething other than it فَأَرونيthen show me
فَإِن اِدَّعَيتُم غَيرَها فَأَروني
This is our account from the elders of love;
This is how we were taught by the masters of love;
so if you claim another, then show it to me.
If you claim otherwise, then show me.
ياO ساكِنيdwellers in أَكنافَthe environs of رملةِthe sands of عالِجٍAlij
يا ساكِني أَكنافَ رملةِ عالِجٍ
ظَفرتgained possession بِظبيكمof your gazelle الغَريرِthe unsuspecting one يَمينيmy right hand
ظَفرت بِظبيكم الغَريرِ يَميني
O dwellers in the environs of Alij's sands,
O dwellers in the dunes of Aliji,
my right hand captured your unsuspecting gazelle,
On your antelope have I laid my hands.
فيin رَوضةٍa garden نمّbetrayed النَسيمُthe breeze بِعَرفهاits fragrance
في رَوضةٍ نمّ النَسيمُ بِعَرفها
وَكَذاكand thus عرفthe fragrance الرَوضof the garden غَيرُnot مَصونِguarded
وَكَذاك عرف الرَوض غَيرُ مَصونِ
in a garden whose fragrance the breeze betrayed;
In a garden, the breeze whispers through the boughs,
and so the garden's fragrance is not kept secret.
As the garden's secret is no longer concealed.
وَالوُرقُand the gray doves مِنfrom فَوقabove الغُصونthe branches تَرنَّمَتsang melodiously
وَالوُرقُ مِن فَوق الغُصون تَرنَّمَت
فَتُريكthus they show you بِالأَلحانthrough melodies أَيّwhat فُنونِarts
فَتُريك بِالأَلحان أَيّ فُنونِ
And the gray doves sang from above the branches,
The leaves in the branches murmur their songs,
showing you, through their melodies, such wondrous arts!
Regaling you with their melodious tunes.
تُصغيlisten attentively الغُصونُthe branches لِماto what تَقولthey say فَتَنثَنيthen bend
تُصغي الغُصونُ لِما تَقول فَتَنثَني
طَرَباًin rapture لَهاat them فَاِعجَبso marvel لِمَيلat the swaying of غُصونِbranches
طَرَباً لَها فَاِعجَب لِمَيل غُصونِ
The branches listen to what they say, then bend
The branches sway to their whispers,
in rapture at their song—so marvel at the branches' sway!
Bending in awe at the rhythm.
وَالأَرضُand the earth قَدalready لَبِسَتhas donned غَلائلlight robes of سُندُسٍfine silk
وَالأَرضُ قَد لَبِسَت غَلائل سُندُسٍ
قَدalready كُلّلَتhas been crowned بِاللؤلؤwith pearls المَكنونِhidden
قَد كُلّلَت بِاللؤلؤ المَكنونِ
And the earth has donned robes of fine silk,
The land is clad in gowns of silk,
crowned with hidden pearls.
Adorned with pearls both hidden and revealed.
تاهتshe vaunted herself عَلىabove زُهرthe bright stars of السَماءheaven بِزَهرهاwith her blossoms
تاهت عَلى زُهر السَماء بِزَهرها
وَعَلىand above البُدورthe full moons بِوجههاwith her face المَيمونِauspicious
وَعَلى البُدور بِوجهها المَيمونِ
She vaunted herself above heaven's bright stars with her blossoms,
The flowers of the earth vie with the stars,
and above the full moons with her auspicious face.
While her face outshines the full moon.
Sol 6.1