أَيُّwhat شَيءٍthing فيon العيدِthe feast day أُهديI give as a gift إِلَيكِto you
أَيُّ شَيءٍ في العيدِ أُهدي إِلَيكِ
ياO مَلاكيmy angel وَكُلُّand every شَيءٍthing لَدَيكِwith you
يا مَلاكي وَكُلُّ شَيءٍ لَدَيكِ
What shall I give you on the feast day,
What gift on Eid shall I present to you
What gift shall I offer you on this feast day,
O my angel, when you have everything?
My angel, though you have everything
O my angel, when you already possess everything?
أَسِواراًa bracelet? أَمor دُمُلجاًan armlet مِنof نُضارٍpure gold
أَسِواراً أَم دُمُلجاً مِن نُضارٍ
لاnot أُحِبُّI like القُيودَthe shackles فيon مِعصَمَيكِyour wrists
لا أُحِبُّ القُيودَ في مِعصَمَيكِ
A bracelet, or an armlet of pure gold?
Bracelets, or a necklace of fresh pearls
A bracelet, or an armlet of pure gold?
I do not like shackles on your wrists.
I do not like shackles around your wrists
But I despise the sight of chains upon your wrists.
أَمخُموراًor wines وَلَيسَand there is no فيon الأَرضِearth خَمرٌwine
أَمخُموراً وَلَيسَ في الأَرضِ خَمرٌ
كَالَّتيlike that which تَسكُبينَyou pour مِنfrom لَحظَيكِyour glances
كَالَّتي تَسكُبينَ مِن لَحظَيكِ
Or wines, when there is no wine on earth
Wine, though no wine on earth compares
Or wine? Yet there is no vintage on earth
like that which you pour from your glances?
To that which you pour from your glances
To compare with that which you pour from your gaze.
أَمor وُروداًroses وَالوَردُand the roses أَجمَلُهُthe loveliest of them عِنديto me
أَم وُروداً وَالوَردُ أَجمَلُهُ عِندي
الَّذيthe one that قَدalready نَشَقتُI inhaled مِنfrom خَدَّيكِyour cheeks
الَّذي قَد نَشَقتُ مِن خَدَّيكِ
Or roses, when the loveliest rose to me
Or roses, the loveliest rose for me
Or roses? When to me the fairest rose
is the one whose scent I have inhaled from your cheeks?
Is the one I plucked from your cheek
Is the fragrance I have inhaled from your cheeks.
أَمor عَقيقاًagate كَمُهجَتيlike my heart يَتَلَظّىblazes
أَم عَقيقاً كَمُهجَتي يَتَلَظّى
وَالعَقيقُand the agate الثَمينُprecious فيin شَفَتَيكِyour lips
وَالعَقيقُ الثَمينُ في شَفَتَيكِ
Or agate, blazing like my heart,
Or carnelian, like my passion aflame
Or carnelian, burning like my heart's blood?
when your lips hold precious agate?
Carnelian most precious on your lips
Yet the most precious carnelian lies within your lips.
لَيسَthere is not عِنديwith me شَيءٌanything أَعَزُّdearer مِنَthan الروحِthe soul
لَيسَ عِندي شَيءٌ أَعَزُّ مِنَ الروحِ
وَروحيand my soul مَرحونَةٌpledged فيin يَدَيكِyour hands
وَروحي مَرحونَةٌ في يَدَيكِ
I have nothing dearer than my soul,
I have nothing more precious than my soul
I possess nothing more dear than my soul,
and my soul is pledged in your hands.
My playful soul held in your hands
And my soul is already held captive in your hands.
Sol 6.1