أضنيتنيyou have worn me down بِالهَجْرْwith abandonment .. مَاhow أَظْلَمَكْunjust you are
أضنيتني بِالهَجْرْ .. مَا أَظْلَمَكْ
فَارْحَمْso have mercy عَسِىmay الرَّحْمَنُthe All-Merciful أَنْthat يَرْحَمَكْhave mercy on you
فَارْحَمْ عَسِى الرَّحْمَنُ أَنْ يَرْحَمَكْ
You have worn me down with abandonment—how unjust you are!
So have mercy; may the All-Merciful have mercy on you.
مولايmy lord حَكَّمْتُكَI made you ruler فِيover مُهْجَتِيmy soul
مولاي حَكَّمْتُكَ فِي مُهْجَتِي
فَارْفقْso be gentle بِهَاwith it يُفْدِيْكَwould ransom you مَنْthe one who حَكَّمَكْmade you ruler
فَارْفقْ بِهَا يُفْدِيْكَ مَنْ حَكَّمَكْ
My lord, I have made you ruler over my soul.
So be gentle with it; he who made you ruler would give his life for you.
مَاhow كَانwere أحْلَىsweet قُبُلاتِthe kisses of الهَوَىlove
مَا كَان أحْلَى قُبُلاتِ الهَوَى
إِنْif كُنْتَyou are لاnot تَذْكُرُremembering فَاسْأَلْthen ask فَمَكْyour mouth
إِنْ كُنْتَ لا تَذْكُرُ فَاسْأَلْ فَمَكْ
How sweet love’s kisses were!
If you do not remember, then ask your mouth.
تَمُرُّyou pass بِيby me كَأَنَّنِيas though I لَمْnot أَكُنْI had been
تَمُرُّ بِي كَأَنَّنِي لَمْ أَكُنْ
ثَغْرَكَyour lips أَوْor صَدْرَكَyour breast أَوْor مِعْصَمَكْyour wrist
ثَغْرَكَ أَوْ صَدْرَكَ أَوْ مِعْصَمَكْ
You pass me by as though I had never been
Your lips, or your breast, or your wrist.
لَوْif مَرَّpassed سَيْفٌa sword بَيْنَنَاbetween us لَمْnot نَكُنْwe would have been
لَوْ مَرَّ سَيْفٌ بَيْنَنَا لَمْ نَكُنْ
نَعْلَمُwe know هَلْwhether أَجْرَىit caused to flow دَمِىmy blood أَمْor دَمَكْyour blood
نَعْلَمُ هَلْ أَجْرَى دَمِى أَمْ دَمَكْ
Had a sword passed between us, we would not have
Known whether it drew my blood or yours.
سَلْask الدُّجَىthe darkness كَمْhow much رَاقَنِيdelighted me نَدْمُهُits remorse
سَلْ الدُّجَى كَمْ رَاقَنِي نَدْمُهُ
لَمَّاwhen حَكَيresembled مَبْسَمَهُits smile مَبْسَمَكْyour smile
لَمَّا حَكَي مَبْسَمَهُ مَبْسَمَكْ
Ask the darkness how much its remorse delighted me
When its smile resembled your smile.
يَاO بَدْرُfull moon إِنْif وَاصَلْتَنِىyou keep treating me بِالْجَفَاwith coldness
يَا بَدْرُ إِنْ وَاصَلْتَنِى بِالْجَفَا
وَمِتُّand I die فِيin شَرْخِthe bloom of الصِبَاyouth مُغْرَمَكْyour enamored lover
وَمِتُّ فِي شَرْخِ الصِبَا مُغْرَمَكْ
O full moon, if you keep treating me with coldness,
And I, your lover, die in the bloom of youth,
قُلْsay لِلدُّجَىto the darkness: مَاتَhas died شَهِيْدُthe martyr of الْوَفَاfidelity
قُلْ لِلدُّجَى: مَاتَ شَهِيْدُ الْوَفَا
فَانْثُرْso scatter عَلَىupon أَكْفَانِهِhis shrouds أَنْجُمَكْyour stars
فَانْثُرْ عَلَى أَكْفَانِهِ أَنْجُمَكْ
Tell the darkness: “The martyr of fidelity has died;
so scatter your stars upon his shrouds.”
Sol 6.1