أَيُّwhat وردٍrose قدindeed شممْناهُwe smelled it ضُحًىat forenoon
أَيُّ وردٍ قد شممْناهُ ضُحًى
عبِقَwas fragrant الجَنْبَذُthe bud منهfrom it بالحِمىin the sanctuary
عبِقَ الجَنْبَذُ منه بالحِمى
What a rose we smelled at forenoon!
What rose whose fragrance we inhaled at dawn
Its bud filled the sanctuary with fragrance.
The scent of musk emanated from it, feverish
كتبَwrote الحسنُbeauty علىupon طُرَّتِهِits border
كتبَ الحسنُ على طُرَّتِهِ
بدمِwith the blood of العُشَّاقِthe lovers ذاthis لونُthe color of الدِّماblood
بدمِ العُشَّاقِ ذا لونُ الدِّما
Beauty wrote upon its border,
Beauty has written upon its mantle
with lovers' blood: “This is the color of blood.”
With the blood of lovers, the color of blood
فاحَspread fragrantly فيناamong us عَبْهَرِيًّاnarcissus-like نشرُهُits fragrance
فاحَ فينا عَبْهَرِيًّا نشرُهُ
وبمِسْكِand with the musk of الأَنِّsighing معنًىin meaning خُتِماwas sealed
وبمِسْكِ الأَنِّ معنًى خُتِما
Its narcissus-like fragrance spread among us,
It diffused among us, aromatic, its blossoming
and, in meaning, was sealed with the musk of sighs.
With the musk seal, meaning has been stamped
كمhow many وكمand how many آهٍa sigh علىupon أَوراقِهِits petals
كم وكم آهٍ على أَوراقِهِ
بينbetween أَطباقِlayers of الرُّقومِinscriptions انتَظَماwere arrayed
بين أَطباقِ الرُّقومِ انتَظَما
How many, how many sighs upon its petals
How many and how many sighs on its petals
were arrayed between layers of inscriptions!
Arranged between the thin laminae
قُبَّةُthe dome of الوردَةِthe rose تحْكيresembles حقَّةًa small inkpot
قُبَّةُ الوردَةِ تحْكي حقَّةً
ورَقيقُand the slender part of العِرْقِthe stalk يحكيresembles القَلَماthe pen
ورَقيقُ العِرْقِ يحكي القَلَما
The rose's dome resembles a small inkpot,
The dome of the rose tells a truth
and its slender stalk resembles a pen.
And the softness of the vein tells a pen
فكأنَّso it is as though الوردَthe rose إِنْif حقَّقتَهُyou examine it closely
فكأنَّ الوردَ إِنْ حقَّقتَهُ
كاتِبٌa scribe يكتُبُwrites ماwhat قدalready عَلِماit learned
كاتِبٌ يكتُبُ ما قد عَلِما
So the rose, if you examine it closely,
So if you examine the rose
is a scribe writing what it has learned.
It’s like a writer writing what he knew
فضَحَexposed الأَسرارَthe secrets منof عُشَّاقِهِits lovers
فضَحَ الأَسرارَ من عُشَّاقِهِ
حينماwhen الطَّلُّthe dew عليهupon it نَمْنَماembroidered
حينما الطَّلُّ عليه نَمْنَما
It exposed the secrets of its lovers
It exposed the secrets of its lovers
when the dew embroidered it.
When the dew dripped slowly on it
لونُهُits color الأحمرُred يحكيresembles دَمَهُمْtheir blood
لونُهُ الأحمرُ يحكي دَمَهُمْ
وسَمُوهُand they named it للتَّخافيfor concealment عَنْدَما‘andam, a crimson dye
وسَمُوهُ للتَّخافي عَنْدَما
Its red color resembles their blood;
Its red color tells of their blood
and, to conceal it, they called it ‘andam, a crimson dye.
And they painted it to conceal when
ورَشَاشُand the spray of الطَّلِّdew عنof أَدمعِهِمْtheir tears
ورَشَاشُ الطَّلِّ عن أَدمعِهِمْ
قدindeed روَىrecounted منfrom مُزْنِهاtheir rainclouds ماwhat انْسَجَماstreamed down
قد روَى من مُزْنِها ما انْسَجَما
And the spray of dew, telling of their tears,
The sprinkling of the dew from their tears
recounted what streamed from their rainclouds.
Watered its softness and blended
شابهَتْresembled أَلوانهُمْtheir complexions أَصفرَهُits yellow hue
شابهَتْ أَلوانهُمْ أَصفرَهُ
إِنَّماonly يفهَمُunderstands ذاthis منwhoever فَهِماunderstood
إِنَّما يفهَمُ ذا من فَهِما
Their complexions resembled its yellow hue;
Its colors resembled their paleness
only one who understands can understand this.
This is only understood by one who comprehends
وإذاand when جرِّدَwas stripped عنهfrom it ماؤُهُits water
وإذا جرِّدَ عنه ماؤُهُ
وهوand it منfrom بعدِafter العَصيرِthe juice انْعَدَماvanished
وهو من بعدِ العَصيرِ انْعَدَما
And when its water is stripped from it,
And if its water were stripped from it
and it vanishes after the juicing,
After the juice it would cease to exist
شابَهُresembled it الذَّائبُthe one wasting away منamong عشَّاقهِits lovers
شابَهُ الذَّائبُ من عشَّاقهِ
وعَبيقُand the fragrance of العشقِlove مثلْهُlike it بِماin that
وعَبيقُ العشقِ مثلْهُ بِما
one wasting away among its lovers resembles it,
It would resemble the specters of its lovers
and love's fragrance is like it, in that
And the scent of passion is like it in what
نفحَةُthe breath of الوردِthe rose لهاit has هَفْهَفَةٌa gentle flutter
نفحَةُ الوردِ لها هَفْهَفَةٌ
تَخطَفُsnatches القلبَthe heart لَعَمْريby my life كلَّماwhenever
تَخطَفُ القلبَ لَعَمْري كلَّما
the rose's breath has a gentle flutter
The breath of roses has a flutter
that steals the heart, by my life, each time.
That snatches the heart, by my life, whenever
وأَخوand the companion of العشقِlove لهhe has رائحةٌa fragrance
وأَخو العشقِ له رائحةٌ
قدindeed زكَتْgrew pure شمًّاin scent وطالَتْand rose شَمَماin loftiness
قد زكَتْ شمًّا وطالَتْ شَمَما
And love's companion has a fragrance
And the brother of passion has a smell
that has grown pure in scent and risen loftily.
That has thrived inhaled and prolonged inhaling
هوhe باقٍremaining فيin مقامِthe station of الوَصفِdescription لوeven if
هو باقٍ في مقامِ الوَصفِ لو
صارَbecame منfrom آهِthe sigh of التَّنائيseparation عَدَماnothingness
صارَ من آهِ التَّنائي عَدَما
He remains in the station of description, even if
It remains described if it were
he becomes nothing through the sigh of separation.
Of the sigh of separation, destroyed
هيthese are آفاتُthe afflictions of سُلَيْمىSulayma فيin الهَوَىlove
هي آفاتُ سُلَيْمى في الهَوَى
أيُّwhat قلبٍheart منfrom سُلَيْمىSulayma سَلِماescaped unharmed
أيُّ قلبٍ من سُلَيْمى سَلِما
These are Sulayma's afflictions in love;
They are the calamities of Suleima in love
what heart has escaped Sulayma unharmed?
What heart is safe from Suleima
فارْحَميناso have mercy on us ياO وُرَيْداتِlittle roses of الرُّباthe hills
فارْحَمينا يا وُرَيْداتِ الرُّبا
إِنَّماonly يَرحَمُhas mercy on رَبِّيmy Lord الرُّحَماthe merciful
إِنَّما يَرحَمُ رَبِّي الرُّحَما
So have mercy on us, little roses of the hills;
So have mercy on us, O buds of dew
my Lord has mercy only on the merciful.
Only my Lord the Merciful has mercy
وحَياتِكُمْand by your lives وهوand it is اليَمينُthe oath الأَعظمُgreatest
وحَياتِكُمْ وهو اليَمينُ الأَعظمُ
أَناI ضمنَamid نيرانِthe fires of الهوَىlove أَتَضرَّمُI burn fiercely
أَنا ضمنَ نيرانِ الهوَى أَتَضرَّمُ
And by your lives—the greatest oath—
By your lives, and He is the Greatest Oath
I burn amid the fires of love.
I am within the fires of love aflame
ولِماand because of what جرىhappened منكمfrom you جرَىflowed منfrom مقلَتيmy eye
ولِما جرى منكم جرَى من مقلَتي
بحرٌa sea علىupon الخدِّthe cheek القَريحِwounded مُطَمْطَمُvast and deep
بحرٌ على الخدِّ القَريحِ مُطَمْطَمُ
And because of what came from you, there flowed from my eye
And for what came from you came from my eyelash
a vast, deep sea across my wounded cheek.
A sea on the cheek, tumultuous
نطقَتْspoke بكُمْof you موجاتُهُits waves بسُكوتِهاthrough their silence
نطقَتْ بكُمْ موجاتُهُ بسُكوتِها
ومنand among العَجائبِwonders ساكِتٌa silent one يتكلَّمُspeaks
ومن العَجائبِ ساكِتٌ يتكلَّمُ
Its waves spoke of you in their silence;
Its waves spoke of you in their silence
and among wonders is a silent one who speaks.
And of wonders, a mute one speaks
وإذاand when النَّسيمُthe breeze سرَىpassed بطِيبِwith the sweetness of ذِكرِكُمْyour remembrance
وإذا النَّسيمُ سرَى بطِيبِ ذِكرِكُمْ
فأناthen I علىin نَسَقِthe manner of النَّسيمِthe breeze مُهَيَّمُlove-bewildered
فأنا على نَسَقِ النَّسيمِ مُهَيَّمُ
And when the breeze passes with sweet remembrance of you,
And if the breeze blew with your name’s fragrance
I too, like the breeze, am bewildered with love.
Then I am in the manner of the breeze, infatuated
أَصبحْتُI have become فيin طورِthe mountain of الغَرامِpassionate love مُطَلْسَماًtalisman-inscribed
أَصبحْتُ في طورِ الغَرامِ مُطَلْسَماً
حَجَراًa stone وعنِّيand on my behalf ماwhat أُكِنُّI conceal يُتَرجَمُis interpreted
حَجَراً وعنِّي ما أُكِنُّ يُتَرجَمُ
On the mountain of passion I have become a talisman-inscribed
I have become in the stage of love silent
stone, and what I conceal is interpreted on my behalf.
Stone, and speechless I cannot be translated
سلَّمتكُمْI surrendered to you روحيmy soul نعمyes هيit مِلكُكُمْyour property
سلَّمتكُمْ روحي نعم هي مِلكُكُمْ
فبعلمِكُمْso, with your knowledge طولَthroughout الزَّمانِtime تحَكَّمواexercise rule
فبعلمِكُمْ طولَ الزَّمانِ تحَكَّموا
I have surrendered my soul to you—yes, it is yours.
I surrendered my soul to you yes it is yours
So rule it, with your knowledge, for all time.
So in your knowledge, arbitrate its lifetime
لاdo not تسأَلونيask me عنabout عَلائِقِattachments to غيرِكُمْothers besides you
لا تسأَلوني عن عَلائِقِ غيرِكُمْ
أَناI غيرَكُمْanyone but you ياO سادتيmy masters لاdo not أَعلَمُknow
أَنا غيرَكُمْ يا سادتي لا أَعلَمُ
Do not ask me about attachments to anyone but you;
Do not ask me of ties to others but you
I know none but you, my masters.
I know none but you, O my masters
طفَحَoverflowed الغَرامُpassionate love عليَّover me حتَّىuntil مِتُّI died منfrom
طفَحَ الغَرامُ عليَّ حتَّى مِتُّ من
شَوقيmy longing ولكنِّيyet I الهوَىlove أتكَتَّمُI conceal
شَوقي ولكنِّي الهوَى أتكَتَّمُ
Love overflowed upon me, until I died of
Passion has flooded me until I die
my longing; yet I keep my love concealed.
Of my fervor, but love I conceal
لوif أَنَّنيthat I فيكُمْfor you علىupon جمرِthe embers of الغَضاghada wood
لو أَنَّني فيكُمْ على جمرِ الغَضا
قلَّبْتُI turned قلبيmy heart عمرَهُall its life لاdo not أَسأَمُgrow weary
قلَّبْتُ قلبي عمرَهُ لا أَسأَمُ
Were I, for you, over embers of ghada wood
If I were among you in the embers of zeal
to turn my heart all its life, I would never tire.
I would turn my heart lifelong, untiring
وعجِبْتُand I marveled منat قومٍa people جُنونِيَmy madness حَلَّلواthey deemed permissible
وعجِبْتُ من قومٍ جُنونِيَ حَلَّلوا
فيكُمْover you وأَوصافَand the signs of الصَّبابَةِyearning حَرَّمواthey forbade
فيكُمْ وأَوصافَ الصَّبابَةِ حَرَّموا
And I marveled at a people who deemed my madness lawful
And I wondered at people who permitted my madness
over you, yet forbade the signs of yearning.
For you, and the qualities of youth they forbade
ذَهَبواthey went علىdespite عِلاَّتهِمْtheir faults بزعومِهِمْwith their claims
ذَهَبوا على عِلاَّتهِمْ بزعومِهِمْ
وعليَّand for me ماwhatever دونَother than البُكاءِweeping مُحَرَّمُforbidden
وعليَّ ما دونَ البُكاءِ مُحَرَّمُ
They went their way, with all their faults and claims;
They went in their allegation and presumption
and for me, all but weeping is forbidden.
While for me, less than weeping is forbidden
ماnot قلتُI spoke عنout of شكوَىcomplaint وحَاشاand far be it أَنَّنيthat I
ما قلتُ عن شكوَى وحَاشا أَنَّني
منbecause of فعلِكُمْyour deeds ياO سادَتيmy masters أتَظَلَّمُI complain of wrong
من فعلِكُمْ يا سادَتي أتَظَلَّمُ
I spoke not in complaint—far be it that I
I have not complained, and far be it that I
should protest your deeds, my masters.
Of your actions, O my masters, resent
الدارُthe dwelling تندُبُنيlaments me ويبكينيand weeps for me الحِمىthe sanctuary
الدارُ تندُبُني ويبكيني الحِمى
والرَّكْبُand the caravan ليfor me يومَon the day of المَسيرِdeparture يُدَمْدِمُmurmurs
والرَّكْبُ لي يومَ المَسيرِ يُدَمْدِمُ
The dwelling laments me, and the sanctuary weeps for me;
The abode reproaches me, and the fever makes me weep
and the caravan murmurs for me on the day of departure.
And the caravan for me on the day of departure laments
ياO منyou who تَعالَيْتُمْhave risen high وعزَّand is exalted مَقامُكُمْyour station
يا من تَعالَيْتُمْ وعزَّ مَقامُكُمْ
رُوحيmy soul إليكُمْto you ياO أحِبَّةُbeloved ones سُلَّمُa ladder
رُوحي إليكُمْ يا أحِبَّةُ سُلَّمُ
O you who have risen high, whose station is exalted,
O you who are exalted, and mighty is your station
my soul is a ladder to you, beloved ones.
My soul to you O beloved ones is surrendered
ماthere is no فيin الزَّمانِtime لكُمْfor you كمِثْليlike me عاشِقٌlover
ما في الزَّمانِ لكُمْ كمِثْلي عاشِقٌ
اللهُGod يعلَمُknows والبَرِيَّةُand all creation تعلَمُknows
اللهُ يعلَمُ والبَرِيَّةُ تعلَمُ
In all time you have no lover like me;
None in time is like me, your lover
God knows, and all creation knows.
God knows, and mankind knows
Sol 6.1