أَسيلَةَO smooth-cheeked one الفَحشاءِof lewdness نارِكِyour fire فيin دميmy blood
أَسيلَةَ الفَحشاءِ نارِكِ في دمي
فَتَضرَّميso blaze ماas much as شِئتِyou wish أَنto تَتَضَرَّميblaze
فَتَضرَّمي ما شِئتِ أَن تَتَضَرَّمي
O smooth-cheeked one of lewdness, your fire is in my blood.
So blaze as much as you wish to blaze.
أَناI لَستُam not أَخشىafraid مِنof جَهَنَّمHell جَذوَةَa firebrand
أَنا لَستُ أَخشى مِن جَهَنَّم جَذوَةَ
ماas long as دامَremains جِسميmy body ياO سدومُSodom جهنَّميmy hell
ما دامَ جِسمي يا سدومُ جهنَّمي
I do not fear a firebrand from Hell,
as long as my body, O Sodom, is my hell.
طَوَّفتِyou led around بيwith me مَيتاًdead بِأروقَةِthrough the corridors اللَظىof flame
طَوَّفتِ بي مَيتاً بِأروقَةِ اللَظى
فَحَمَلتُso I carried تابوتيmy coffin وَسِرتُand I walked بِمَأتَميin my funeral procession
فَحَمَلتُ تابوتي وَسِرتُ بِمَأتَمي
You led me, dead, through the corridors of flame;
so I carried my coffin and walked in my funeral procession.
وَعَصبتِand you bound بِالشَبقِwith lust المجمَّرِember-hot جَبهَتيmy brow
وَعَصبتِ بِالشَبقِ المجمَّرِ جَبهَتي
فَرَفَعتُهاso I raised it فيin عَصريَmy age المُتَهكّمِmocking
فَرَفَعتُها في عَصريَ المُتَهكّمِ
And you bound my brow with ember-hot lust;
so I raised it in my mocking age.
عَلَّمتِنيyou taught me لغةthe language النُبوءَةof prophecy عِندماwhen
عَلَّمتِني لغة النُبوءَة عِندما
فَجَرَّتِyou detonated أَلغامَthe mines السمومِof poisons بِمنجميin my mine
فَجَرَّتِ أَلغامَ السمومِ بِمنجمي
You taught me the language of prophecy when
you detonated the mines of poison in my mine.
مَهلاًeasy now كلاناboth of us ياO سلومُSalum مُسَلَّحarmed
مَهلاً كلانا يا سلومُ مُسَلَّح
فَلظاكِfor your blaze فيin جِسميmy body وَثَأركِand your vengeance فيin فَميmy mouth
فَلظاكِ في جِسمي وَثَأركِ في فَمي
Easy now: we are both armed, O Salum;
for your blaze is in my body, and your vengeance is in my mouth.
سَيَّرتِyou sent forth قَلبيmy heart فيthrough المَهازِلِthe farces شاعِراًas a poet
سَيَّرتِ قَلبي في المَهازِلِ شاعِراً
وَذررتِand you sprinkled مَسحوقَthe powder العِظاتِof admonitions بمرقَميthrough my pen
وَذررتِ مَسحوقَ العِظاتِ بمرقَمي
You sent my heart through farces as a poet,
and sprinkled the powder of admonitions through my pen.
فَكَأَنَّso it is as though غَضبَةَthe wrath أَنبيِيائِكِof your prophets عِندَماwhen
فَكَأَنَّ غَضبَةَ أَنبيِيائِكِ عِندَما
أُحرِقَتِwas burned عاشَتlived فيin اللَظىthe flame المُتَكَلِّمِspeaking
أُحرِقَتِ عاشَت في اللَظى المُتَكَلِّمِ
So it was as though your prophets' wrath, when
burned, lived on in the speaking flame.
أَبغيَّO harlot هذاthis العَصرage خمركِyour wine فَاِغرُفيso ladle out
أَبغيَّ هذا العَصر خمركِ فَاِغرُفي
وَاِسقيand give drink to ذَراريَّthe children الوَرىof humankind وَاِستَسلميand surrender
وَاِسقي ذَراريَّ الوَرى وَاِستَسلمي
O harlot of this age, ladle out your wine,
and give drink to humankind's children, and surrender.
وَبِمَضجعِand in the bed الغُرَباءِof strangers ناميsleep حِقبَةfor a time
وَبِمَضجعِ الغُرَباءِ نامي حِقبَة
ثُمَّthen اَعدُليturn away عَنهُfrom it لِآخرto another وَاِرتَميand fling yourself down
ثُمَّ اَعدُلي عَنهُ لِآخر وَاِرتَمي
And sleep for a time in the bed of strangers,
then turn from it to another, and fling yourself down.
وَتَرَنَّميand sing ماas much as شِئتِyou wish فيin حَمأthe black mire البَلىof decay
وَتَرَنَّمي ما شِئتِ في حَمأ البَلى
حَتّىuntil يَجِفَّdries up بِكin you الرضاعnursing وَتَهرَميand you grow old
حَتّى يَجِفَّ بِك الرضاع وَتَهرَمي
And sing as much as you wish in the black mire of decay,
until your nursing milk runs dry and you grow old;
حَتّىuntil تُضاجِعَكِlie with you الأَفاعيthe vipers فيin الدُجىthe darkness
حَتّى تُضاجِعَكِ الأَفاعي في الدُجى
وَيَصيرَand becomes حُسنُكِyour beauty مخدِعاًa bedchamber لِلأَرقَمِfor the speckled serpent
وَيَصيرَ حُسنُكِ مخدِعاً لِلأَرقَمِ
until the vipers lie with you in the darkness,
and your beauty becomes a bedchamber for the speckled serpent;
حَتّىuntil يَفورَboil forth الدودُthe worms مِنكِfrom you وَيَنثَنيand curl back
حَتّى يَفورَ الدودُ مِنكِ وَيَنثَني
يِمتَصُّsucks جيفَةthe carrion عرضِكof your honor المُتَهَضِّمِdegraded
يِمتَصُّ جيفَة عرضِك المُتَهَضِّمِ
until worms boil out of you and curl back
to suck the carrion of your degraded honor;
حَتّىuntil يَدبَّcreeps المَوتdeath فيكِthrough you وَتَمّحيand is blotted out
حَتّى يَدبَّ المَوت فيكِ وَتَمّحي
ذُرِّيَّةُthe offspring المَهدِof the cradle الأَثيمِsinful المُجرِمِcriminal
ذُرِّيَّةُ المَهدِ الأَثيمِ المُجرِمِ
until death creeps through you, and blotted out are
the offspring of the sinful, criminal cradle.
Sol 6.1