أَغُصنَO branch النَقاthe sand dune لَولاwere it not for القَوامُthe stature المُهَفهَفُslender
أَغُصنَ النَقا لَولا القَوامُ المُهَفهَفُ
لَماwould not كانَhave been يَهواكَloving you المُعَنّىthe tormented one المُعَنَّفُthe rebuked one
لَما كانَ يَهواكَ المُعَنّى المُعَنَّفُ
O branch of the sand dune, were it not for your slender form,
the tormented, rebuked lover would not love you.
وَياand O ظَبيُgazelle لَولاwere it not for أَنَّthat فيكَin you مَحاسِناًbeauties
وَيا ظَبيُ لَولا أَنَّ فيكَ مَحاسِناً
حَكَينَthey mirrored الَّذيthe one whom أَهوىI love لَماwould not كُنتَyou have been توصَفُdescribed
حَكَينَ الَّذي أَهوى لَما كُنتَ توصَفُ
And O gazelle, were there not in you beauties
that mirror the one I love, you would not be praised.
كَلِفتُI became enamored بِغُصنٍof a branch وَهوَand it is غُصنٌa branch مُمَنطَقٌgirdled
كَلِفتُ بِغُصنٍ وَهوَ غُصنٌ مُمَنطَقٌ
وَهِمتُand I was love-struck بِظَبيٍby a gazelle وَهوَand it is ظَبيٌa gazelle مُشَنَّفُwearing earrings
وَهِمتُ بِظَبيٍ وَهوَ ظَبيٌ مُشَنَّفُ
I fell in love with a branch—a branch wearing a girdle;
and I was love-struck by a gazelle—a gazelle wearing earrings.
وَمِمّاand among what دَهانيafflicted me أَنَّهُthat he مِنbecause of حَيائِهِhis modesty
وَمِمّا دَهاني أَنَّهُ مِن حَيائِهِ
أَقولُI say كَليلٌdull طَرفُهُhis gaze وَهوَand it is مُرهَفُrazor-sharp
أَقولُ كَليلٌ طَرفُهُ وَهوَ مُرهَفُ
Among what afflicts me is that, because of his modesty,
I call his gaze dull, though it is razor-sharp.
وَذَلِكَand that أَيضاًalso مِثلُlike بُستانِthe garden of خَدِّهِhis cheek
وَذَلِكَ أَيضاً مِثلُ بُستانِ خَدِّهِ
بِهِin it الوَردُthe rose يُسمىis called مُضعَفاًdoubled وَهوَand it is مُضعِفُweakening
بِهِ الوَردُ يُسمى مُضعَفاً وَهوَ مُضعِفُ
And that is also like the garden of his cheek:
there the rose is called doubled, though it makes one weak.
فَياso O ظَبيُgazelle هَلّاwhy not كانَthere were فيكَin you التِفاتَةٌa kindly turn
فَيا ظَبيُ هَلّا كانَ فيكَ التِفاتَةٌ
وَياand O غُصنُbranch هَلّاwhy not كانَthere were فيكَin you تَعَطُّفُa tender bend
وَيا غُصنُ هَلّا كانَ فيكَ تَعَطُّفُ
So, O gazelle, why not cast a kindly glance?
And O branch, why not bend in tenderness?
وَياand O حَرَمَsanctuary of الحُسنِbeauty الَّذيwhich هُوَit آمِنٌsecure
وَيا حَرَمَ الحُسنِ الَّذي هُوَ آمِنٌ
وَأَلبابُناand our minds مِنfrom حَولِهِaround it تُتَخَطَّفُare snatched away
وَأَلبابُنا مِن حَولِهِ تُتَخَطَّفُ
And O sanctuary of beauty, which is secure,
while our minds are snatched away around it!
عَسىmay there be عَطفَةًa tender turn لِلوَصلِfor union ياO واوَwāw (the letter و) صُدغِهِhis temple curl
عَسى عَطفَةً لِلوَصلِ يا واوَ صُدغِهِ
عَلَيَّtoward me فَإِنّيfor I أَعرِفُknow الواوَthe letter wāw تَعطِفُjoins; inclines
عَلَيَّ فَإِنّي أَعرِفُ الواوَ تَعطِفُ
May there be a tender turn for union, O wāw-shaped temple curl,
toward me—for I know that wāw joins.
أَأَحبابِناO our beloveds أَمّاas for غَرامِيَmy passion بَعدُكُمafter your departure
أَأَحبابِنا أَمّا غَرامِيَ بَعدُكُم
فَقَدso indeed زادَit has grown عَمّاbeyond what تَعرِفونَyou know وَأَعرِفُand I know
فَقَد زادَ عَمّا تَعرِفونَ وَأَعرِفُ
O our beloveds, as for my passion since your departure,
it has grown beyond what you know and I know.
أَطَلتُمyou prolonged عَذابيmy torment فيin الهَوىlove فَتَعَطَّفواso show tenderness
أَطَلتُم عَذابي في الهَوى فَتَعَطَّفوا
عَلىtoward كَلِفٍa lovesick man فيin حُبِّكُمlove for you يَتَكَلَّفُhe bears hardship
عَلى كَلِفٍ في حُبِّكُم يَتَكَلَّفُ
You have prolonged my torment in love; show tenderness
to a lovesick man who struggles in loving you.
وَوَاللَهِand by God مافارَقتُكُمI did not leave you عَنbecause of مَلامَةٍreproach
وَوَاللَهِ مافارَقتُكُم عَن مَلامَةٍ
وَجُهديand my utmost effort لَكُمfor you أَنّيthat I أَقولُsay وَأَحلِفُand swear
وَجُهدي لَكُم أَنّي أَقولُ وَأَحلِفُ
And by God, I did not leave you out of reproach;
and all I can do for you is say this and swear it.
وَلَكِنand yet دَعانيcalled me لِلعَلاءِto al-ʿAlāʾ بنِson of جَلدَكٍJaldak
وَلَكِن دَعاني لِلعَلاءِ بنِ جَلدَكٍ
تَشَوُّقُlonging قَلبٍof a heart قادَنيled me وَتَشَوُّفُand yearning
تَشَوُّقُ قَلبٍ قادَني وَتَشَوُّفُ
But what called me to al-ʿAlāʾ ibn Jaldak
was a heart's longing that led me, and yearning,
إِلىto سَيِّدٍa lord أَخلاقُهُhis character وَصِفاتُهُand his qualities
إِلى سَيِّدٍ أَخلاقُهُ وَصِفاتُهُ
تُؤَدِّبُinstruct مَنwhoever يُثنيspeaks praise عَلَيهِof him وَتُطرِفُand delight with novelty
تُؤَدِّبُ مَن يُثني عَلَيهِ وَتُطرِفُ
to a lord whose character and qualities
instruct and delight whoever praises him:
أَرَقُّgentler مِنَthan الماءِwater الزُلالِclear and sweet شَمائِلاًin disposition
أَرَقُّ مِنَ الماءِ الزُلالِ شَمائِلاً
وَأَصفىand purer مِنَthan الخَمرِwine السُلافِthe choicest, first-run وَأَلطَفُand more delicate
وَأَصفى مِنَ الخَمرِ السُلافِ وَأَلطَفُ
gentler in disposition than clear, sweet water,
and purer than the choicest wine, and more delicate.
مَناقِبُvirtues شَتّىmanifold لَوif تَكونُwere لِحاجِبٍḤājib's
مَناقِبُ شَتّى لَو تَكونُ لِحاجِبٍ
لَماwould not ذَكَرَتhave mentioned يَوماًever لَهُto his credit القَوسَthe bow خِندِفُKhindif
لَما ذَكَرَت يَوماً لَهُ القَوسَ خِندِفُ
Manifold virtues—had they belonged to Ḥājib,
Khindif would never have spoken of his bow.
غَداbecame مِنbecause of مَداهاtheir reach حاتِمٌan ill-omened crow وَهوَand he is حاتِمٌḤātim
غَدا مِن مَداها حاتِمٌ وَهوَ حاتِمٌ
وَأَصبَحَand became عَنهاbecause of them أَحنَفٌcrooked-footed وَهوَand he is أَحنَفُAḥnaf
وَأَصبَحَ عَنها أَحنَفٌ وَهوَ أَحنَفُ
Their reach made him an ill-omened crow, though he was Ḥātim;
and they left him crooked-footed, though he was Aḥnaf.
أَتَتكَhave come to you القَوافيthe rhymes وَهيَand they are تُحسَبُthought to be رَوضَةًa garden
أَتَتكَ القَوافي وَهيَ تُحسَبُ رَوضَةً
لِماfor what ضُمِّنَتهُthey were made to contain وَهوَand it is قَولٌspeech مُزَخرَفُornamented
لِما ضُمِّنَتهُ وَهوَ قَولٌ مُزَخرَفُ
The rhymes have come to you, thought to be a garden
for what they contain—ornamented speech.
وَلَوand if قَصَدَتthey aimed بِالذَمِّwith censure شانيكَyour hater لَاِغتَدىhe would become
وَلَو قَصَدَت بِالذَمِّ شانيكَ لَاِغتَدى
وَحاشاكَand may you be kept far مِنهُfrom him قَلبُهُhis heart يَتَنَظَّفُcleanses itself
وَحاشاكَ مِنهُ قَلبُهُ يَتَنَظَّفُ
And if they aimed censure at your hater, he would awaken
—may you be kept far from him—with his heart cleansing itself,
وَقُلِّدَand he was necklaced عاراًwith shame وَهوَand it is دُرٌّpearls مُنَظَّمٌstrung in order
وَقُلِّدَ عاراً وَهوَ دُرٌّ مُنَظَّمٌ
وَأُلبِسَand he was clothed حُزناًin sorrow وَهوَand it is بُردٌa mantle مُفَوَّفُstriped
وَأُلبِسَ حُزناً وَهوَ بُردٌ مُفَوَّفُ
and be necklaced with shame, though the verse is strung pearls,
and be clothed in sorrow, though it is a striped mantle,
وَيُصلىand he is made to burn in جَحيماًhellfire وَهيَand they are فيin الحُسنِbeauty جَنَّةٌa paradise
وَيُصلى جَحيماً وَهيَ في الحُسنِ جَنَّةٌ
وَيُسقىand he is given to drink دِهاقاًbrimming draughts وَهيَand they are صَهباءُtawny wine قَرقَفُshiver-inducing wine
وَيُسقى دِهاقاً وَهيَ صَهباءُ قَرقَفُ
and be burned in hell, though in beauty the rhymes are a paradise,
and be given brimming draughts, though they are tawny, shiver-inducing wine.
Sol 6.1