خَلَقتُكِI created you صورَةًan image مِمّاfrom what هَوِيتُI loved
خَلَقتُكِ صورَةً مِمّا هَوِيتُ
فَخمرٌso wine أَنتِyou منfrom وَحييmy inspiration وَقوتُand sustenance
فَخمرٌ أَنتِ من وَحيي وَقوتُ
I created you as an image of what I loved.
I created you in the image of what I love
So you are wine from my inspiration, and sustenance.
So you are wine from my inspiration and nourishment
وَتَنزِعُكِand wrest you away المَزاعِمُthe claims مِنfrom حُقوقيmy rights
وَتَنزِعُكِ المَزاعِمُ مِن حُقوقي
كَأَنّيas though I ماnot عَشِقتُI loved passionately وَماand not شَقيتُI suffered
كَأَنّي ما عَشِقتُ وَما شَقيتُ
And claims wrest you from my rightful possession,
And aspirations strip you of my rights
As though I had neither loved nor suffered.
As if I never loved nor suffered anguish
لِغَيريfor someone other than me تَدّعيclaims الدُنياthe world سَراجاًa lamp
لِغَيري تَدّعي الدُنيا سَراجاً
لَهُfor him مِنهُof it الفَتيلُthe wick وَليand for me الزُيوتُthe oils
لَهُ مِنهُ الفَتيلُ وَلي الزُيوتُ
The world claims a lamp for someone else:
For others you claim the world is a lamp
Its wick is his, and its oils are mine.
For them is the wick while for me are the oils
وَكَمand how often نَكرَdenied الزَمانُtime عَلَيَّagainst me حَقّاًa right
وَكَم نَكرَ الزَمانُ عَلَيَّ حَقّاً
وَكَمand how often فنيَperished الزَمانُtime وَماand not فَنيتُI perished
وَكَم فنيَ الزَمانُ وَما فَنيتُ
And how often has time denied me a right,
How many rights has time denied me
And how often has time perished, while I have not.
And how much has time destroyed, yet I'm not destroyed
وَفاؤُكِyour fidelity بِهجَةُjoy الأَجيالِthe generations ذِكرٌremembrance
وَفاؤُكِ بِهجَةُ الأَجيالِ ذِكرٌ
وَحُبُّكِand your love آيَةُa marvel العُشّاقِthe lovers صيتُrenown
وَحُبُّكِ آيَةُ العُشّاقِ صيتُ
Your fidelity, the joy of generations, is remembrance;
Your loyalty is the joy of generations remembered
And your love, the marvel of lovers, is renown.
And your love the model of lovers famed
خَيالٌa vision أَنتِyou منfrom روحيmy soul وَقَلبيand my heart
خَيالٌ أَنتِ من روحي وَقَلبي
تشعُّshine لهُfor it بِديوانيin my poetry collection البيوتُthe verses
تشعُّ لهُ بِديواني البيوتُ
You are a vision from my soul and heart;
You are but a figment of my soul and heart
The verses in my collection shine for it.
That illuminates with my poetry the abodes
سَكبتُI poured عَلَيهِupon it منfrom حُبّيmy love عُطوراًperfumes
سَكبتُ عَلَيهِ من حُبّي عُطوراً
وَمنand from شِعريmy poetry جَمالاًbeauty لاnot يَموتُdies
وَمن شِعري جَمالاً لا يَموتُ
I poured upon it perfumes from my love,
On it I poured perfumes of my love
And from my poetry, beauty that does not die.
And from my verse beauties that shall not perish
Sol 6.1