وَمُهفهَفٍand a slender youth نَبتَsprouted الشَقيقُanemones بَخَدِّهِon his cheek
وَمُهفهَفٍ نَبتَ الشَقيقُ بَخَدِّهِ
وَاهتَزّand swayed أَملُودُa supple bough النَقاof the sand dune فيin بُردِهِhis cloak
وَاهتَزّ أَملُودُ النَقا في بُردِهِ
And a slender youth—anemones have sprung upon his cheek,
And the dune's supple bough swayed within his cloak.
فَأَتىso he came بَرَوضِwith a garden of الحُسنِbeauty أَخضَرَgreen يانِعاًflourishing
فَأَتى بَرَوضِ الحُسنِ أَخضَرَ يانِعاً
غَضَّtender الجَنىthe fruit مِنfrom وَجنَتَيهِhis two cheeks وَقَدِّهِand his form
غَضَّ الجَنى مِن وَجنَتَيهِ وَقَدِّهِ
So he brought forth beauty's garden, green and flourishing,
With tender fruit from his cheeks and his form.
فَليَبخَلِso let it be stingy الرَوضُthe garden الأَنيقُlovely بَزَهرِهِwith its flowers
فَليَبخَلِ الرَوضُ الأَنيقُ بَزَهرِهِ
خَدّاهُhis two cheeks أَحسَنُmore beautiful بَهجَةًin splendor مِنthan وَردِهِits roses
خَدّاهُ أَحسَنُ بَهجَةً مِن وَردِهِ
So let the lovely garden withhold its flowers;
His cheeks are more splendid than its roses.
وَلَيَكهَمِand let it grow blunt السَيفُthe sword الصَقيلُpolished فَإِنّماfor it is only
وَلَيَكهَمِ السَيفُ الصَقيلُ فَإِنّما
عَيناهُhis two eyes تُغنيsuffice عَنin place of ذَلاقَةthe keenness of حَدِّهits edge
عَيناهُ تُغني عَن ذَلاقَة حَدِّه
And let the polished sword grow blunt, for
His eyes alone suffice in place of its keen edge.
ماءُthe luster of الشَبِيبَةِyouth وَالجَمالِand beauty أَرَقّmore delicate مِنthan
ماءُ الشَبِيبَةِ وَالجَمالِ أَرَقّ مِن
صَقلِthe polish of الحُسامِthe sword المُنتَضىunsheathed وَفِرِندِهِand its watered pattern
صَقلِ الحُسامِ المُنتَضى وَفِرِندِهِ
The luster of youth and beauty is more delicate than
The polish of the unsheathed sword and its watered pattern.
وَنَسِيمُهُand his breath أَندىdewier وَأَعطَرُand more fragrant مِنthan صَباthe east wind of
وَنَسِيمُهُ أَندى وَأَعطَرُ مِن صَبا
نَجدٍNajd وَنَشرِand the scent of عَرارِهits arar blossoms أَوor رَندِهِits laurel
نَجدٍ وَنَشرِ عَرارِه أَو رَندِهِ
And his breath is dewier and more fragrant than the east wind
Of Najd and the scent of its arar blossoms or its laurel.
ذُوpossessing عِزّةٍglory يُعزىis ascribed الصباحُthe dawn لِنُورِهاto its light
ذُو عِزّةٍ يُعزى الصباحُ لِنُورِها
حُسناًin beauty كَماjust as يُعزىis ascribed السَرابُthe mirage لِوَعدِهِto his promise
حُسناً كَما يُعزى السَرابُ لِوَعدِهِ
He bears a glory to whose light dawn is traced
In beauty, as the mirage is traced to his promise.
وَسنانُdrowsy مَكحُولُkohl-darkened المَدامِعِat the eye-corners كاحِلٌlining with kohl
وَسنانُ مَكحُولُ المَدامِعِ كاحِلٌ
جَفنَthe eyelid of المُحبِّthe lover المُستَهامِcrazed with love بِسُهدِهِwith his sleeplessness
جَفنَ المُحبِّ المُستَهامِ بِسُهدِهِ
Drowsy, his eye-corners dark with kohl, he lines
The love-crazed lover's eyelid with his sleeplessness.
إِنif كُنتُI was أَهدَيتُI gave as a gift الفُؤادَthe heart لَهُto him فَقُلthen say
إِن كُنتُ أَهدَيتُ الفُؤادَ لَهُ فَقُل
أَيَّwhat الجَوىburning anguish لِجَوانِحيto my breast لَمnot يُهدِهِhe has given it
أَيَّ الجَوى لِجَوانِحي لَم يُهدِهِ
If I have given him my heart, then tell me:
What burning anguish has he not given to my breast?
يَحيىrevive الوَرىall people بِتَحِيّةٍwith a greeting مِنfrom وَصلِهِunion with him
يَحيى الوَرى بِتَحِيّةٍ مِن وَصلِهِ
مِنfrom بَعدِماafter وَرَدُواthey drank of الحِمامَdeath بِصَدِّهthrough his rejection
مِن بَعدِما وَرَدُوا الحِمامَ بِصَدِّه
All people revive with a greeting of union with him,
After they have drunk of death through his rejection.
Sol 6.1