أَمِنَis it because of الحَوادِثِmisfortunes وَالهَوىand passion المُعتادِhabitual
أَمِنَ الحَوادِثِ وَالهَوى المُعتادِ
رَقَدَslept الخَلِيُّthe carefree man وَماand not أُحِسُّI feel رُقاديmy sleep
رَقَدَ الخَلِيُّ وَما أُحِسُّ رُقادي
Is it because of misfortunes and familiar passion
Safe from mishaps and accustomed passion,
that the carefree man slept, while I find no sleep?
Al-Khali slumbers, and I feel no slumber.
وَأُجيبُand I answer قائِلَone who says كَيفَhow أَنتَyou بِصالِحٍwith 'well'
وَأُجيبُ قائِلَ كَيفَ أَنتَ بِصالِحٍ
حَتّىuntil مَلِلتُI grew weary وَمَلَّنيand grew weary of me عُوّاديmy sickbed visitors
حَتّى مَلِلتُ وَمَلَّني عُوّادي
And I answer whoever asks, 'How are you?' with 'Well,'
I answer one who asks how I fare,
until I have grown weary, and my sickbed visitors have tired of me.
Till I am sick of those who visit me.
وَمَقالَand the words عاذِلَتيmy female reproacher وَقَدand already عايَنتُهاI saw her
وَمَقالَ عاذِلَتي وَقَد عايَنتُها
إِنَّindeed المُرَعَّثَthe Earringed One رائِحٌdeparting in the evening أَوor غاديdeparting in the morning
إِنَّ المُرَعَّثَ رائِحٌ أَو غادي
And my reproacher's words, when I had seen her:
My censurer has reproached me, though she has seen
'Indeed, al-Muraʿʿath, the Earringed One, departs at evening or morning.'
That the dishevelled is a wanderer or gone.
مِنfrom حُبِّlove of غانِيَةٍa beautiful woman أَصابَstruck دَلالُهاher coquetry
مِن حُبِّ غانِيَةٍ أَصابَ دَلالُها
قَلبيmy heart فَعاوَدَنيthen assailed me again كَذيlike one with الأَعوادِthe wooden poles
قَلبي فَعاوَدَني كَذي الأَعوادِ
From love of a beauty whose coquetry struck
For love of a singing girl who has enthralled my heart,
my heart; it assailed me again, as though I lay upon a wooden bier.
It has returned to its former ways.
إِنّيindeed I لَأَرهَبُsurely fear أَنthat تَكونَit may be مَنِيَّتيmy death
إِنّي لَأَرهَبُ أَن تَكونَ مَنِيَّتي
وَالحُبُّand love داعِيَةُa summons الفَتىthe young man لِفَسادِto corruption
وَالحُبُّ داعِيَةُ الفَتى لِفَسادِ
I truly fear that it may be my death,
Verily I fear my death will be because of love,
and love summons a young man to corruption,
For it calls the young man to corruption.
حَتّىuntil تَرانيyou see me ماnot أُكاتِمُI conceal حاجَةًa desire
حَتّى تَراني ما أُكاتِمُ حاجَةً
وَنَسيتُand I forgot مِنthrough حُبّيmy love عُبَيدَʿUbayd مَعاديmy hereafter
وَنَسيتُ مِن حُبّي عُبَيدَ مَعادي
until you see me concealing no desire,
You will see me concealing nothing of my desire,
and through my love for ʿUbayd I forgot my hereafter.
And I forget, for my love, my religion and my kin.
سَلَبَتshe stole فُؤادَكَyour heart يَومَthe day رُحتُI went away وَغادَرَتand she left behind
سَلَبَت فُؤادَكَ يَومَ رُحتُ وَغادَرَت
جَسَداًa body أُجاوِرُهُI dwell beside it بِغَيرِwithout فُؤادِa heart
جَسَداً أُجاوِرُهُ بِغَيرِ فُؤادِ
She stole your heart the day I went away, and left
The day you went and left, you stole my heart,
a body I dwell beside, without a heart.
Leaving with me a body without a heart.
مالَتswayed بِهِwith him كَبِدٌa liver إِلَيكِtoward you رَقيقَةٌtender
مالَت بِهِ كَبِدٌ إِلَيكِ رَقيقَةٌ
وَصَبابَةٌand longing تَسريtravels by night لَهُfor him بِسُهادِwith sleeplessness
وَصَبابَةٌ تَسري لَهُ بِسُهادِ
A tender liver swayed him toward you,
A tender liver is inclined toward you,
and longing visits him by night with sleeplessness.
And a youthful spirit flows calmly to him.
لاdo not تَصرِميهِabandon him ياO عُبَيدَةُʿUbayda وَاِقصِديand be moderate
لا تَصرِميهِ يا عُبَيدَةُ وَاِقصِدي
نَفسيmy soul فِداكِa ransom for you وَطارِفيand my newly acquired wealth وَتِلاديand my inherited wealth
نَفسي فِداكِ وَطارِفي وَتِلادي
Do not abandon him, ʿUbayda, and be moderate:
Do not spurn him, O Ubayda, but go straight
My soul be your ransom, and my newly gained and inherited wealth.
To my soul which is yours, my places and my people.
Sol 6.1