فَدَيتُI would give my life for مَنthe one حُبّيmy love لَهُfor him
فَدَيتُ مَن حُبّي لَهُ
مُصاحِبيmy companion فيin كَفَنيmy shroud
مُصاحِبي في كَفَني
I would give my life for him—my love for him
will keep me company in my shroud—
وَمَنand the one إِذاwhenever عاتَبتُهُI reproach him
وَمَن إِذا عاتَبتُهُ
تَساقَطَfall in showers الوَردُthe roses الجَنىfreshly gathered
تَساقَطَ الوَردُ الجَنى
and for him—whenever I reproach him,
fresh-picked roses shower down.
مُهَفهَفٌslender and graceful ناظِرُهُhis gaze
مُهَفهَفٌ ناظِرُهُ
إِلىto الرَدىdeath أَسلَمَنيhas delivered me
إِلى الرَدى أَسلَمَني
A slender one, whose gaze
has delivered me to death.
عَلَّمتُهُI taught him الجَورَcruelty عَلَيagainst…
عَلَّمتُهُ الجَورَ عَلَي
يَ…me وَالبُكاand weeping عَلَّمَنيhe taught me
يَ وَالبُكا عَلَّمَني
I taught him to wrong me,
and he taught me to weep.
ياO لَيتَهُif only he قَبلَbefore المَماdeath…
يا لَيتَهُ قَبلَ المَما
تِcompletion of 'death' ساعَةَfor an hour نادَمَنيhe drank with me
تِ ساعَةَ نادَمَني
O, if only, before death,
he had drunk with me for an hour,
فَاِجتَلىso I might behold مِنfrom وَجهِهِhis face
فَاِجتَلى مِن وَجهِهِ
بَدرَa full moon دُجىًnight's darkness فيin غُصُنِa bough
بَدرَ دُجىً في غُصُنِ
so I might behold in his face
a full moon of night in a bough.
يَسأَلُنيhe asks me عَنabout حالَتيmy condition
يَسأَلُني عَن حالَتي
وَهوَand he الَّذيthe one who أَمرَضَنيmade me ill
وَهوَ الَّذي أَمرَضَني
He asks me how I fare,
though he is the one who made me ill.
وَكُلَّماand whenever عَرَّفتُهُI made known to him
وَكُلَّما عَرَّفتُهُ
وَجديmy passion بِهِfor him أَنكَرَنيhe denied knowing me
وَجدي بِهِ أَنكَرَني
And whenever I tell him
of my passion for him, he denies knowing me.
ياO صاحِبَpossessor of الوَجهِthe face المَليlovely…
يا صاحِبَ الوَجهِ المَلي
حِcompletion of 'lovely' وَالقَوامِand the figure الحَسَنِhandsome
حِ وَالقَوامِ الحَسَنِ
O you with the lovely face
and the handsome figure,
مَنwho ذاthat one الَّذيwho أَفتاكَgave you a legal ruling ياO
مَن ذا الَّذي أَفتاكَ يا
مَولايَmy lord اَنthat تَقتُلَنيyou should kill me
مَولايَ اَن تَقتُلَني
who ruled it lawful for you, O
my lord, to kill me?
سَلask طَرفَكَyour gaze الفَتّانَbewitching لِمwhy
سَل طَرفَكَ الفَتّانَ لِم
أَقسَمit swore لاnot يَرحَمُنيto have mercy on me
أَقسَم لا يَرحَمُني
Ask your bewitching gaze why
it swore to show me no mercy.
أَنصَفَكَhas treated you fairly الحُسنُbeauty فَحاso, far…
أَنصَفَكَ الحُسنُ فَحا
شاكَ…be it from you بِأَنthat تَظلِمَنيyou should wrong me
شاكَ بِأَن تَظلِمَني
Beauty has done you justice; so far
be it from you to wrong me!
أَنتَyou الَّذيthe one who جَمالُهُhis beauty
أَنتَ الَّذي جَمالُهُ
نَصبُthe snare of الرَدىdeath أَوقَعَنيhas cast me
نَصبُ الرَدى أَوقَعَني
You are the one whose beauty
has cast me into death's snare.
وَقَدand indeed بَقَيتُI have remained هائِمَlove-bewildered الthe…
وَقَد بَقَيتُ هائِمَ ال
قَلبِheart كَماjust as تَنظُرُنيyou see me
قَلبِ كَما تَنظُرُني
And I remain with a lovesick
heart, as you see me.
وَحَرباand alas, my anguish! مِنfrom لائِمٍa reproacher
وَحَربا مِن لائِمٍ
مَلامُهُhis blame أَقلَقَنيmade me restless
مَلامُهُ أَقلَقَني
And ah, the anguish a reproacher brings—
his blame has made me restless!
فَنَّدَنيhe accused me of folly وَماand not دَرىhe knew
فَنَّدَني وَما دَرى
بِأَنهthat he حَرَّضَنيspurred me on
بِأَنه حَرَّضَني
He called me foolish, not knowing
that he was spurring me on.
قالَsaid الوُشاةُthe talebearers قَدalready سَلاhe ceased to love
قالَ الوُشاةُ قَد سَلا
فَقُلتُso I said طيبsweet be الوَسَنِslumber
فَقُلتُ طيب الوَسَنِ
The talebearers said, 'He has ceased to love.'
So I said, 'May his slumber be sweet.'
قالواthey said فَماand how أَحسَنهُbeautiful he is!
قالوا فَما أَحسَنهُ
قُلتُI said فَماand how أَعشَقَنيenamored I am!
قُلتُ فَما أَعشَقَني
They said, 'And how beautiful he is!'
I said, 'And how enamored I am!'
قالواthey said وَماand how أَعَزَّهُexalted he is!
قالوا وَما أَعَزَّهُ
قُلتُI said وَماand how أَذَلَّنيabased I am!
قُلتُ وَما أَذَلَّني
They said, 'And how exalted he is!'
I said, 'And how abased I am!'
هَيهاتَfar be it! لاnot مُدَّmay it be stretched إِلىtoward
هَيهاتَ لا مُدَّ إِلى
سِوىanything other than هَواهُlove for him رَسَنيmy halter
سِوى هَواهُ رَسَني
Never! May my halter never be stretched
toward anything but love for him.
وَلاnor أَطَعتُhave I obeyed لاa reproacher… ئِماًcompletion of 'reproacher'
وَلا أَطَعتُ لا ئِماً
فيfor حُبِّهِloving him يَعذلُنيhe reproaches me
في حُبِّهِ يَعذلُني
Nor have I obeyed a reproacher
who blames me for loving him.
Sol 6.1