يَاO صَاحِبيّmy two companions وَمَاand not البَخِيلُthe miser بِصَاحِبِيa companion of mine
يَا صَاحِبيّ وَمَا البَخِيلُ بِصَاحِبِي
هَذِيthese الدِّيَارُthe dwellings فَأَينَwhere, then تِلكَthose الأَدمُعُthe tears
هَذِي الدِّيَارُ فَأَينَ تِلكَ الأَدمُعُ
O my two companions—and the miser is no companion of mine—
These are the dwellings; where, then, are those tears?
أنَمُرُّshall we pass? بِالعَرَصَاتِthrough the courtyards لاnot نَبكِيwe weep بِهَاin them
أنَمُرُّ بِالعَرَصَاتِ لا نَبكِي بِهَا
وَهيَand they are المَنَازِلُthe dwellings مِنهُمُof theirs وَالأَربُعُand the encampments
وَهيَ المَنَازِلُ مِنهُمُ وَالأَربُعُ
Shall we pass through the courtyards without weeping there,
Though these are their homes and encampments?
هَيهَاتَfar from it! لاnot رِيحُthe wind الصَّبَابَةِof ardent love بَعدَهُمafter their departure
هَيهَاتَ لا رِيحُ الصَّبَابَةِ بَعدَهُم
رَهوٌcalm ولاnor طَيرُthe birds التَّشَوُّقِof longing وُقَّعُperched
رَهوٌ ولا طَيرُ التَّشَوُّقِ وُقَّعُ
Far from it! Since they left, the wind of passion is not
Calm, nor are the birds of longing perched.
حَلَفُواthey swore عَلَىagainst قَلبِيmy heart بِسِحرِby the magic of جُفُونِهِمtheir eyelids
حَلَفُوا عَلَى قَلبِي بِسِحرِ جُفُونِهِم
لاmay ... never زَالَcease يَنزِفُهُdrains it الهَوَىpassion وَيُصَدَّعُand it is shattered
لا زَالَ يَنزِفُهُ الهَوَى وَيُصَدَّعُ
They swore against my heart by the magic of their eyelids:
May passion never cease to drain it, and may it be shattered!
وَأبَىand refused الهَوَىpassion إلاَّexcept الحُلُولَsettling بِلَعلَعٍat Laʿlaʿ
وَأبَى الهَوَى إلاَّ الحُلُولَ بِلَعلَعٍ
وَيحَalas for المَطَايَاthe mounts أينَwhere مِنهَاfrom them لَعلَعُLaʿlaʿ
وَيحَ المَطَايَا أينَ مِنهَا لَعلَعُ
And passion would settle nowhere but at Laʿlaʿ.
Alas for the mounts! How far Laʿlaʿ lies from them!
لَمdid not أَدرِI know أينَwhere نَوَواthey intended to go فَلَمso did not أَسالI ask لَهُمabout them
لَم أَدرِ أينَ نَوَوا فَلَم أَسال لَهُم
رِيحاًa wind تَهُبُّthat blows ولاnor بَرِيقاًa gleam يَلمَعُthat flashes
رِيحاً تَهُبُّ ولا بَرِيقاً يَلمَعُ
I knew not where they were bound, so I sought no news of them
From any blowing wind or flashing gleam.
وَكَأنَّهُمand as though they are فِيin كُلِّevery مَدرَجِpath نَاسِمٍa gentle breeze
وَكَأنَّهُم فِي كُلِّ مَدرَجِ نَاسِمٍ
فَعَلَيهِso upon it مِنهُمfrom them رِقَّةٌsoftness وَتضَوُّعُand wafting fragrance
فَعَلَيهِ مِنهُم رِقَّةٌ وَتضَوُّعُ
And it is as though they are in every breeze’s path,
For it bears their softness and wafting fragrance.
وإذَاand when مَنَحتُهُمُI offer them السلامَthe greeting تَبَادَرَتthey raced
وإذَا مَنَحتُهُمُ السلامَ تَبَادَرَت
تَبلِيغَهُto convey it عَنِّيon my behalf الرِّيَاحُthe winds الأربَعُthe four
تَبلِيغَهُ عَنِّي الرِّيَاحُ الأربَعُ
And when I offer them my greeting, they race—
The four winds—to carry it on my behalf.
Sol 6.1