ياO ظَبيَةَgazelle المَيدانِthe field واحَرَباalas!
يا ظَبيَةَ المَيدانِ واحَرَبا
مِنfrom سِحرِthe magic of أَجفانٍeyelids تُمَرِّضُهاyou make them languid
مِن سِحرِ أَجفانٍ تُمَرِّضُها
O gazelle of the field—alas,
O gazelle of the meadow, so charming and fair
for the magic of eyelids you make languid!
Bewitching with eyes that cast spellbinding stares
تَفديكَransoms you نَفسٌa soul أَنتَyou فِتنَتُهاits enchantment
تَفديكَ نَفسٌ أَنتَ فِتنَتُها
لاno شَكَّdoubt أَنَّكَthat you سَوفَwill تَقبِضُهاseize it
لا شَكَّ أَنَّكَ سَوفَ تَقبِضُها
A soul enchanted by you would ransom you;
A soul that's devoted is yours to ensnare
no doubt you will seize it.
No doubt you will soon have it firmly in your snares
طوبىblessedness لِطَرفٍfor an eye ظَلَّremained مُكتَحِلاًlined with kohl
طوبى لِطَرفٍ ظَلَّ مُكتَحِلاً
بِغُبارِwith the dust of خَيلِكَyour horses حينَwhen تُركِضُهاyou make them gallop
بِغُبارِ خَيلِكَ حينَ تُركِضُها
Blessed is an eye that remains kohl-lined
Blessed are eyes rimmed with kohl liner so fine
with your horses’ dust when you make them gallop.
From dust of your galloping hooves when they shine
تَحكيresemble حَوافِرُهاtheir hooves إِذاwhen وَقَعَتthey strike
تَحكي حَوافِرُها إِذا وَقَعَت
حُرقاًburning pangs عَلىupon قَلبيmy heart تُرَضِّضُهاyou pound them
حُرقاً عَلى قَلبي تُرَضِّضُها
Their hooves, when they strike, resemble
Your hoofbeats like embers burn into my heart
burning pangs you pound upon my heart.
Searing with yearning whenever we're apart
Sol 6.1