فُؤاديmy heart وَالهَوىand passion نَهبُplunder
فُؤادي وَالهَوى نَهبُ
وَطَرفيand my eye دَمعُهُits tears سَكبُpouring forth
وَطَرفي دَمعُهُ سَكبُ
My heart and passion are plunder,
My heart and passion are plundered,
and my eye's tears pour forth.
My eyelid, its tear poured out.
وَمثتاقand a yearning lover إِلىtoward غَيرother than
وَمثتاق إِلى غَير
أُهيلَthe dear folk الحَيِّthe encampment لاdoes not يَصبوyearn
أُهيلَ الحَيِّ لا يَصبو
And a yearning lover, for anyone other than
Yearning for those gone,
the dear folk of the encampment, feels no longing.
The living tribe doesn't incline.
وَأَيّامand days لِشِعبِfor the ravine الحَيthe encampment (word continues)
وَأَيّام لِشِعبِ الحَي
يِcompletes 'encampment' لَوif only جادَبِهِwould generously grant it الشِعبُthe ravine
يِ لَو جادَبِهِ الشِعبُ
And days at the encampment's ravine—
And days for the lively tribe,
if only the ravine would grant it!
If it neighbored liveliness.
سَقىmay water اللَهُGod حِمىًa protected pasture مِنهُfrom it
سَقى اللَهُ حِمىً مِنهُ
يَفوحُwafts fragrance المندلُthe agarwood الرَطبُfresh
يَفوحُ المندلُ الرَطبُ
May God water a protected pasture from which
May Allah water it from him,
fresh agarwood wafts its fragrance,
The wet apple branch smells.
وَحَيّاًand an encampment دونَهُbefore it الذُبthe slender spears (word continues)
وَحَيّاً دونَهُ الذُب
لُcompletes 'slender spears' وَالهِندِيَّةُand the Indian swords القُضبُkeen-edged
لُ وَالهِندِيَّةُ القُضبُ
and an encampment guarded by slender spears
And alive under it the gazelle
and keen Indian swords.
And the Indian doe wanders.
طَليقٌunfettered عِندَهُin its presence الدَمعُthe tears
طَليقٌ عِندَهُ الدَمعُ
وَمَأسورٌand captive بِهِin it القَلبُthe heart
وَمَأسورٌ بِهِ القَلبُ
There, tears are unfettered,
Free at it the tear,
and there the heart is captive.
And the heart captured by it.
وَمَعذورٌand excused بِهِin it فيfor هَتrending (word continues)
وَمَعذورٌ بِهِ في هَت
كِcompletes 'rending' أَستارِthe veils الهَوىpassion الصَبُّthe lovesick lover
كِ أَستارِ الهَوى الصَبُّ
And excused there for rending
And excused by it in melting
passion's veils is the lovesick lover.
The curtains of passionate love melt.
مَنِwho الناشِدُthe seeker ليfor me فيamong الرَكthe riders (word continues)
مَنِ الناشِدُ لي في الرَك
بِcompletes 'riders' قَلباًa heart أَسرًاcaptured (text irregular) لرَكبُthe riders (text irregular)
بِ قَلباً أَسرًا لرَكبُ
Who will seek for me among the riders
Who chants to me in the riding camel,
a heart the riders have captured?
A heart captured by the riding camel.
فُؤاديmy heart وَالهَوىand passion سِلمٌpeace
فُؤادي وَالهَوى سِلمٌ
وَجَفنيand my eyelid وَالكَرىand sleep حَربُwar
وَجَفني وَالكَرى حَربُ
My heart and passion are at peace,
My heart and passion are peace,
and my eyelid and sleep are at war.
And my eyelid and sorrow are war.
أَلاah ياO عَتبُʿAtb ماhow أَعذsweet (word continues)
أَلا يا عَتبُ ما أَعذ
بَcompletes 'sweet' قَوليmy words فيكَabout you ياO عَتبُʿAtb
بَ قَولي فيكَ يا عَتبُ
Ah, O ʿAtb, how sweet
Oh, reproach, how delightful
are my words about you, O ʿAtb!
My saying about you, oh reproach.
وَماand how أَعذَبَsweet قَولُthe words الناthe people (word continues)
وَما أَعذَبَ قَولُ النا
سِcompletes 'people' قَدindeed تَيَّمَهُhas enslaved him الحُبُّlove
سِ قَد تَيَّمَهُ الحُبُّ
And how sweet are the people's words:
And how delightful people's saying
“Love has indeed enslaved him!”
Love has orphaned it.
Sol 6.1