لَقَدindeed هَجَرتْنيshe has forsaken me أمُّmother of سَعْدٍSa'd وحُبُّهاand love for her
لَقَد هَجَرتْني أمُّ سَعْدٍ وحُبُّها
يَدِبُّcreeps بأعضائيthrough my limbs دَبِيْبَthe creeping of دِماهَاher blood
يَدِبُّ بأعضائي دَبِيْبَ دِماهَا
Umm Sa'd has indeed forsaken me, yet my love for her
The mother of Sa'd has forsaken me, and her love
Creeps through my limbs as her blood creeps.
Creeps through my limbs, flowing like her blood.
وقَدْand indeed حَمّلتْنيshe burdened me with الحُبَّlove حَمْلَa burden of تَكَلُّفٍstrain
وقَدْ حَمّلتْني الحُبَّ حَمْلَ تَكَلُّفٍ
وزَادَتْand she added ثَقِيلَthe heavy burden of الحُبِّlove حَمْلَthe burden of جِفاهاher coldness
وزَادَتْ ثَقِيلَ الحُبِّ حَمْلَ جِفاها
She has burdened me with love, a burden of strain,
Love has burdened me with unasked duties -
And added the burden of her coldness to love's heavy weight.
And her disdain has made love's burden heavier.
أياO عاذليmy reproacher فيin العشقpassionate love ذُقْtaste مِنهُfrom it جَرْعةًa draught
أيا عاذلي في العشق ذُقْ مِنهُ جَرْعةً
وعَنِّفنيand rebuke me عنconcerning حُبِّهاlove for her وَهُداهاand her ways
وعَنِّفني عن حُبِّها وَهُداها
O you who reproach me for love, taste a draught of it,
O you who rebuke me for passion, taste but one draught of it,
And rebuke me for loving her and her ways.
And chide me away from loving her, if you can.
وتُظْهِرand you show ليto me نُصْحاًcounsel ونُصْحُكَand your counsel قاتليmy killer
وتُظْهِر لي نُصْحاً ونُصْحُكَ قاتلي
ونَفْسيand my soul صُدُوْدُthe shunning of الباكرينَthose who depart early شَجَاهاhas grieved it
ونَفْسي صُدُوْدُ الباكرينَ شَجَاها
You offer me counsel, yet your counsel is killing me,
You give me advice, though your advice kills me.
And the shunning of those who depart early has grieved my soul.
My soul is deaf to all who cry out to it.
ولاnor أرتَجِيI hope for السُّلوانَconsolation إذْsince أناI عاشِقٌa lover
ولا أرتَجِي السُّلوانَ إذْ أنا عاشِقٌ
حقيقةَthe reality of عِشْقٍlove لوif only رَشَفْتُI sipped لَمَاهاthe dusky tint of her lips
حقيقةَ عِشْقٍ لو رَشَفْتُ لَمَاها
Nor do I hope for consolation, for I am a lover
I hope not for joy, being a true lover,
With true love—if only I could sip her dusky lips.
Were I to taste the water of life itself.
فليso I have منfrom عَظِيمgreat الشوقِlonging أعظمُgreater أنَّةًa groan
فلي من عَظِيم الشوقِ أعظمُ أنَّةً
وليand I have حَنَّةٌa plaintive cry مَعْwith بُعْدِهاher distance وَنَواهَاand her separation
ولي حَنَّةٌ مَعْ بُعْدِها وَنَواهَا
So, from great longing, I have a still greater groan,
So mighty is my passion, so great my sigh,
And I have a plaintive cry at her distance and separation.
So long my yearning and my thought of her.
تَفَرَّدْتI stood apart فيin الدُّنياthe world بِعِشْقيthrough my love عنfrom الورىmankind
تَفَرَّدْت في الدُّنيا بِعِشْقي عن الورى
ولمand did not أنْتَبِهْI awaken فيin أرضِهاits earth وسَماهَاand its sky
ولم أنْتَبِهْ في أرضِها وسَماهَا
I have stood apart from mankind in this world through my love,
Alone in the world I have loved, not knowing
And have not awakened on its earth or beneath its sky.
Its ways, its earth, its firmament.
تَعَلَّمَlearned أهلُthe people of الأرضِthe earth مِنْfrom مُقْلَتيmy eye البُكىweeping
تَعَلَّمَ أهلُ الأرضِ مِنْ مُقْلَتي البُكى
وَلَوْand even though أنَّهاit is مُضْطَرةٌconstrained بِعَمَاهاby its blindness
وَلَوْ أنَّها مُضْطَرةٌ بِعَمَاها
The people of the earth learned weeping from my eye,
Men have learned from my suffering to weep,
Even though it is constrained by its blindness.
And she, compelled, from my blindness.
ضُلوعيmy ribs منfrom الإحْراقِburning قامَbecame upright اعوجاجُهاtheir curvature
ضُلوعي من الإحْراقِ قامَ اعوجاجُها
وروحيand my spirit منfrom التَذْكارremembrance زادَincreased عَناهَاits suffering
وروحي من التَذْكار زادَ عَناهَا
Burning has straightened the curves of my ribs,
My ribs are warped by burning,
And remembrance has increased my spirit's suffering.
My spirit is dazed with remembrance.
ونفسيand my soul منfrom الفرقاءِparting أضْحَتْhas become قَتِيلةًslain
ونفسي من الفرقاءِ أضْحَتْ قَتِيلةً
علىfor أمِّmother of سَعْدٍSa'd حِينَwhen حانbecame due سُداهاher departure
على أمِّ سَعْدٍ حِينَ حان سُداها
And parting has left my soul slain
My soul for loss of her is murdered.
For Umm Sa'd, when the time came for her departure.
When the hour of her departure struck.
تجوبُtraverses بهاcarrying her شِملالةٌa fleet she-camel كُلَّevery مَهْمةٍwilderness
تجوبُ بها شِملالةٌ كُلَّ مَهْمةٍ
بتقليبِby swinging يُمْنَاهاits right foreleg ومَحْوِand wearing away بُراهاits nose-rings
بتقليبِ يُمْنَاها ومَحْوِ بُراها
A fleet she-camel carries her across every wilderness,
She wanders still through my imagination,
With the swing of its right foreleg and the wearing away of its nose-rings.
Changing my joy to grief, my weal to woe.
ذويwithered غُصُنيmy bough مُذْsince بَانdeparted بالحَيِّwith the tribe ظَعْنُهُمtheir departure
ذوي غُصُني مُذْ بَان بالحَيِّ ظَعْنُهُم
وَتَرْخُصُand loses value دارٌa dwelling منfrom بُعَيْدِshortly after غَلاهاits dearness
وَتَرْخُصُ دارٌ من بُعَيْدِ غَلاها
My bough has withered since they departed with the tribe,
Those who once nested on her boughs lament
And a dwelling turns cheap soon after being dear.
Since she forsook her home and strayed afar.
فلاso not لَزَّpressed against صدريmy breast صَدرهاher breast يومthe day رَوَّحتْshe departed in the afternoon
فلا لَزَّ صدري صَدرها يوم رَوَّحتْ
ولاnor شَفَتيmy lip قَدْhad قَبَّلَتْkissed شَفَتاهاher two lips
ولا شَفَتي قَدْ قَبَّلَتْ شَفَتاها
So my breast did not press hers the day she left in the afternoon,
Never again will her breast press mine,
Nor had her two lips kissed mine.
Or her lips - once - kiss my lips.
Sol 6.1