هبَّblew النَّسيمُthe breeze فَسارَso it journeyed بالأسْرارِwith the secrets
هبَّ النَّسيمُ فَسارَ بالأسْرارِ
رِفْقاًgently بِسرِّwith the secret of قُلوبناour hearts ياO سارِnight-traveler
رِفْقاً بِسرِّ قُلوبنا يا سارِ
The breeze stirred and journeyed with the secrets.
The breeze blew softly, carrying secrets
Be gentle with our hearts' secret, O night-traveler.
Gently with the secret of our hearts, O gentle one
تَرْجمْgive voice to لناfor us لَهفاتِناour yearnings فيin حُبِّهمْlove for them
تَرْجمْ لنا لَهفاتِنا في حُبِّهمْ
واحْفَظْand preserve لَناfor us المِعْراجَthe ascent فيthrough الأطْوارِthe stages
واحْفَظْ لَنا المِعْراجَ في الأطْوارِ
Give voice for us to our yearnings in love for them.
Translate for us our ardent longing for them
And preserve for us the ascent through the stages.
And preserve for us the ascent through the phases
واحْرِصْand take care علىover نَصِّthe wording of الغَرامِpassionate love بِعَيْنهِexactly as it is
واحْرِصْ على نَصِّ الغَرامِ بِعَيْنهِ
سُقْمُfaultiness of الرِّوايَةِthe narration آفَةُthe bane of الأخبارِreports
سُقْمُ الرِّوايَةِ آفَةُ الأخبارِ
And safeguard the very wording of passionate love.
And be keen to convey the text of passion precisely
Faulty narration is the bane of reports.
The malady of hearsay is the bane of news
وإذاand when ذَكَرْتَyou mention لَدىin the presence of الأحبَّةِthe beloved ones وَجْدَناour ardor
وإذا ذَكَرْتَ لَدى الأحبَّةِ وَجْدَنا
سُقْbring للحَديثِto the telling لَطائِفَdelicate touches of التَّذْكارِremembrance
سُقْ للحَديثِ لَطائِفَ التَّذْكارِ
And when you mention our ardor before the beloved,
And if you mention, in the presence of the loved ones, our fervor
Bring to the telling the delicate touches of remembrance.
Flow smoothly into pleasant conversation
قُلْsay شِمْتُI espied عَبداًa servant بالغُوَيْرِat al-Ghuwayr أضَرَّهُharmed him
قُلْ شِمْتُ عَبداً بالغُوَيْرِ أضَرَّهُ
فَتْكُthe ravages of الهَوىpassion ونَوائِبُand the calamities of الأسْفارِjourneys
فَتْكُ الهَوى ونَوائِبُ الأسْفارِ
Say: I espied a servant at al-Ghuwayr, afflicted by
Say: I sensed a slave distraught with love-sickness
The ravages of passion and the calamities of travel.
Undone by passion’s onslaught and travels’ adversities
قدindeed كانَhe was جاراًa neighbor للأحِبَّةِto the beloved ones خالِصاًdevoted
قد كانَ جاراً للأحِبَّةِ خالِصاً
واليومَand today بُعْدُthe distance of مَهامِهٍtrackless wastelands وبِحارِand seas
واليومَ بُعْدُ مَهامِهٍ وبِحارِ
He was once a devoted neighbor of the beloved,
He had been a loyal neighbor to the beloved
And today, the distance of wastelands and seas.
Today, after grave concerns, he is far away
قَلقٌrestless كَئيبٌsorrowful مُسْتَهامٌlove-crazed والِهٌdistraught
قَلقٌ كَئيبٌ مُسْتَهامٌ والِهٌ
رَشَّhe sprinkled البِقاعَthe lands بِدَمعهِwith his tears المِدْرارِcopiously flowing
رَشَّ البِقاعَ بِدَمعهِ المِدْرارِ
Restless, sorrowful, love-crazed, distraught,
Restless, gloomy, distracted, enraptured
He sprinkled the lands with his copiously flowing tears.
His ceaseless tears drenched the lands
دونَless substantial than الخَيالِa phantom نَحافَةًin thinness وبِثَوبهِand in his robe
دونَ الخَيالِ نَحافَةً وبِثَوبهِ
عنfrom عاذليهِhis reproachers بِلَيْلِهِin his night مُتَوارِconcealed
عن عاذليهِ بِلَيْلِهِ مُتَوارِ
Thinner than a phantom, and within his robe,
Beyond imagination, emaciated, his garment
He hides from his reproachers in his nightly darkness.
Hiding him from reproachers in the dark of night
حتَّىuntil إذاwhen طَلَعَrose النَّهارُthe day طَوىturned aside لهُtoward him
حتَّى إذا طَلَعَ النَّهارُ طَوى لهُ
كَشْحاًa flank وليسَand is not نَهارُهُhis day بِنَهارِa day at all
كَشْحاً وليسَ نَهارُهُ بِنَهارِ
Until, when day dawned, it turned away from him,
Until daybreak folded up for him
Its flank averted—and his day was no day.
A meager living - his day is not truly daytime
قدindeed شَدَّتِhave tightened الأيَّامُthe days عَقدَthe knot of إزارِهِhis waistcloth
قد شَدَّتِ الأيَّامُ عَقدَ إزارِهِ
بالوَجدِfrom ardor مَيْتاًdead ضمنَwithin عَقدِthe knot of إزارِa waistcloth
بالوَجدِ مَيْتاً ضمنَ عَقدِ إزارِ
The days have tightened the knot of his waistcloth,
The days have tightened the knot of his loincloth
Dead from ardor, within a waistcloth's knot.
Dead in the knot of his loincloth, bound by ardor
ماnot سارَjourneyed ريحٌa wind منfrom قِبابِthe domes of طُلولِكُمْyour ruined dwellings
ما سارَ ريحٌ من قِبابِ طُلولِكُمْ
إِلاَّexcept وراحَand it departed بآهِهِwith his sigh السَّيَّارِever-roving
إِلاَّ وراحَ بآهِهِ السَّيَّارِ
No wind has journeyed from the domes of your ruined dwellings
No breeze blew from your encampments, O idols
Without departing with his ever-roving sigh.
Without carrying his wailing, wanderer
فإذاand if لَوَواthey turn طَرْفاًa glance إليكَtoward you بِرَحْمةٍwith compassion
فإذا لَوَوا طَرْفاً إليكَ بِرَحْمةٍ
لِتَوَلُّهيfor my love-madness فاذْكُرْthen mention لَهُمْto them أسراريmy secrets
لِتَوَلُّهي فاذْكُرْ لَهُمْ أسراري
And if they turn a glance toward you in compassion
So if they glance your way mercifully
For my love-madness, then tell them my secrets.
To comfort him, recall for them my secrets
قَسَماًan oath بِهِمْby them وهُمُand they are أعَزُّthe most precious ألِيَّةٍoath
قَسَماً بِهِمْ وهُمُ أعَزُّ ألِيَّةٍ
وأجَلُّand the most exalted ماwhat أدْعوهُI invoke it فيamid الأخطارِdangers
وأجَلُّ ما أدْعوهُ في الأخطارِ
I swear by them—and they are the most precious oath,
I swear by them - they are my most precious icons
And the most exalted of what I invoke amid dangers.
And the most majestic I invoke in perils
همْthey روحُthe soul of روحيmy soul ضِمنَwithin نَشأةِthe genesis of أمْرِهاits command
همْ روحُ روحي ضِمنَ نَشأةِ أمْرِها
معalong with عُنْصُريmy elemental substance وتَكَوُّنِand the formation of الفَخَّارِfired clay
مع عُنْصُري وتَكَوُّنِ الفَخَّارِ
They are the soul of my soul, in its birth through the Command,
They are the soul of my soul, within its essence
Along with my substance and the formation of fired clay.
With my being and the Potter’s shaping
وارَحْمَتاهُOh, pity! لِزفرَةٍfor a sigh فيin مُهْجَتيmy heart
وارَحْمَتاهُ لِزفرَةٍ في مُهْجَتي
ولِدَمعِand for the tears of عَينيmy eye المُسْتَهلِّpouring forth الجاريflowing
ولِدَمعِ عَيني المُسْتَهلِّ الجاري
Ah, pity for a sigh within my heart,
And their mercy for a sigh in my innermost depth
And for my eye's tears, pouring forth and flowing.
And for a tear from my streaming eye
أُعْجوبَةٌa marvel قدindeed صِرْتُI have become فيamong عُشَّاقِهمْtheir lovers
أُعْجوبَةٌ قد صِرْتُ في عُشَّاقِهمْ
ماemphatic particle بينَbetween ماءٍwater قدindeed جَمَعْتُI have brought together ونارِand fire
ما بينَ ماءٍ قد جَمَعْتُ ونارِ
I have become a marvel among their lovers,
I have become, among their lovers, a marvel
Between water and fire, which I have brought together.
Between water I gathered and fire
وعُهودُناand our pledges وشُهودُناand our witnessing ووُفودُناand our visits
وعُهودُنا وشُهودُنا ووُفودُنا
لِجَنابِهِمْfor their august presence وعَزيزِand the honored one of تلكَthat الدَّارِabode
لِجَنابِهِمْ وعَزيزِ تلكَ الدَّارِ
And our pledges, our witnessing, and our visits
Our pacts, witnesses, deputations
Are for their august presence and the honored one of that abode.
To their noble court and precious dwelling
منwhoever فازَgains منهمْfrom them فيin المَنامِsleep بِرُؤْيَةٍa vision
من فازَ منهمْ في المَنامِ بِرُؤْيَةٍ
نالَattains القُبولَacceptance ونالَand attains عُقْبىthe ultimate outcome of الدَّارِthe abode
نالَ القُبولَ ونالَ عُقْبى الدَّارِ
Whoever gains from them a vision in sleep
Whoever among them I saw in a dream
Gains acceptance and gains the ultimate abode.
Attained acceptance and the rewards of the house
روحيmy soul فِداءُa ransom for غُبارِthe dust of ساحةِthe courtyard of بابِهِمْtheir gate
روحي فِداءُ غُبارِ ساحةِ بابِهِمْ
ويَقِلُّand dwindles فيamid ذاكَthat الغُبارِdust غُباريmy dust
ويَقِلُّ في ذاكَ الغُبارِ غُباري
My soul is ransom for the dust of the courtyard of their gate,
My soul is ransom for the dust of their threshold
And my dust dwindles amid that dust.
In that dust, my dust is too precious!
لولاwere it not for مَحاضِرُهُمْtheir assemblies وبَهْجَةُand the splendor of عَصرهِمْtheir age
لولا مَحاضِرُهُمْ وبَهْجَةُ عَصرهِمْ
ماتَتْdied مَحاضِرُthe assemblies of جُمْلَةِall الأعْصارِthe ages
ماتَتْ مَحاضِرُ جُمْلَةِ الأعْصارِ
Were it not for their assemblies and the splendor of their age,
Without their gatherings and joy of their era
The assemblies of all ages would have died.
The gatherings of all eras would perish
همthey أهلُthe people of يَثْرِبَYathrib والمَشاعرِand the sacred sites واللِّواand the banner
هم أهلُ يَثْرِبَ والمَشاعرِ واللِّوا
همthey قِبْلَةُthe direction of prayer for الغُيَّابِthe absent والحُضَّارِand those present
هم قِبْلَةُ الغُيَّابِ والحُضَّارِ
They are the people of Yathrib, the sacred sites, and the banner.
They are the people of Yathrib, the Monuments, the Banner
They are the qibla of the absent and the present.
They are the qibla of the absent and the present
همthey نورُthe light of ضِئْضِئيthe two roots of الوُجودِexistence وحُبُّهُمْand love for them
هم نورُ ضِئْضِئي الوُجودِ وحُبُّهُمْ
زادُprovision for القُدومِcoming علىbefore العَظيمِthe Great الباريthe Creator
زادُ القُدومِ على العَظيمِ الباري
They are the light of existence's two roots, and love for them
They are the light of my faint existence, and loving them
Is provision for coming before the Great Creator.
Is my provision for the journey to the Majestic Creator
Sol 6.1