هَلis there لِيfor me سِوىother than وُطفِheavy-lashed الغَمائِمِthe clouds مُسعِدُa fellow mourner
هَل لِي سِوى وُطفِ الغَمائِمِ مُسعِدُ
بَينَamid اللَواعِجِburning pangs وَجدُهُhis longing يَتَوَقَّدُblazes
بَينَ اللَواعِجِ وَجدُهُ يَتَوَقَّدُ
Have I any fellow mourner but the heavy-lashed clouds,
Do I have anything but the affection of clouds as comfort
whose longing blazes amid burning pangs?
Between the sands, where its fire burns?
فَتبَسُّمُfor the smiling الأَنوارِthe blossoms عِندَat بُكائِهاtheir weeping
فَتبَسُّمُ الأَنوارِ عِندَ بُكائِها
قَدindeed دَلَّhas shown أَنّthat بُكاءَهُنَّtheir weeping تَعَمُّدُa deliberate act
قَد دَلَّ أَنّ بُكاءَهُنَّ تَعَمُّدُ
For the blossoms' smiling at the clouds' weeping
The smile of the lights at their weeping
has shown that their tears are deliberately shed.
Shows their weeping was deliberate.
ياO لائِمِيَّmy reproachers وَقَدand already سَفَحتُI poured out مَدامِعيmy tears
يا لائِمِيَّ وَقَد سَفَحتُ مَدامِعي
لَمّاwhen خَلاwas empty بِالسَفحِon the hillside مِنهاof her مَعهَدُa familiar haunt
لَمّا خَلا بِالسَفحِ مِنها مَعهَدُ
O you who reproach me, I have indeed poured out my tears
Oh you who blame me, while my tears poured down
when a familiar haunt on the hillside was bereft of her.
When the plain was empty of them.
كُنتُمyou would have تَرَونconsidered الرَأيَthe judgment رَأييmy judgment فيabout البُكاweeping
كُنتُم تَرَون الرَأيَ رَأيي في البُكا
لَوif أَنّthat لَيلَكُمyour night كَلَيلِيَlike my night سَرمَدُendless
لَو أَنّ لَيلَكُم كَلَيلِيَ سَرمَدُ
You would have judged my view on weeping the right one,
You used to see my viewpoint as your viewpoint in crying
if your night, like mine, were endless.
If only your night was like my eternal night.
الصُبحُdawn مَسدُودbarred المَطالِعِthe rising-places دُونَناbefore us
الصُبحُ مَسدُود المَطالِعِ دُونَنا
وَالنجمand the star عَنfrom خَطوِstepping الغُروبِsetting مُقَيَّدُfettered
وَالنجم عَن خَطوِ الغُروبِ مُقَيَّدُ
Dawn's rising-places are barred before us,
The dawn horizon is blocked from us
and the star is fettered, unable to step toward its setting.
And the star is restricted from setting.
لاdo not تُنكِرُواcondemn خَفَقانَfluttering قَلبِيmy heart إِنّهُfor it is
لا تُنكِرُوا خَفَقانَ قَلبِي إِنّهُ
سَكرانُdrunk مِنfrom خَمرِwine الجُفونِthe eyelids مُعَربِدُriotous
سَكرانُ مِن خَمرِ الجُفونِ مُعَربِدُ
Do not condemn my heart's fluttering, for it is
Do not deny the fluttering of my heart; it is
drunk and riotous on the wine of eyelids.
Drunken from the wine of eyelids, confused.
وَلتَسألُواand ask الرَكبَthe caravan اليَمانِيّYemeni الأَلىthose who
وَلتَسألُوا الرَكبَ اليَمانِيّ الأَلى
ظَعَنُواthey departed بِميَّةwith Mayya أَينَwhere مِنهاfrom her المَوعِدُthe meeting-place
ظَعَنُوا بِميَّة أَينَ مِنها المَوعِدُ
And ask the Yemeni riders who
And ask the Yemeni caravan, tired,
departed with Mayya: where is the meeting-place with her?
Where is the appointment from it?
بِالكِلَّةِwithin the canopy الحَمراءِred مِنهاof her جُؤذَرٌa wild-ox calf
بِالكِلَّةِ الحَمراءِ مِنها جُؤذَرٌ
وَسنانُdrowsy مَصقُولُpolished التَرائِبِthe breastbones أَغيَدُlissome
وَسنانُ مَصقُولُ التَرائِبِ أَغيَدُ
Within her red canopy is a wild-ox calf,
With the red camel saddle, a weapon on it,
drowsy-eyed, smooth of breast, and lissome.
And polished teeth, the reins loose.
خَفَقَتquivered لَهُfor him زُهرُthe radiant ones الكَواكِبِthe stars غيرةًfrom jealousy
خَفَقَت لَهُ زُهرُ الكَواكِبِ غيرةً
لَمّاwhen تَحلّىadorned itself with الدُرَّthe pearls مِنهُof him مُقَلَّدُa neck
لَمّا تَحلّى الدُرَّ مِنهُ مُقَلَّدُ
The radiant stars quivered in jealousy of him,
The flowers of stars fluttered jealousy
when his neck adorned itself with pearls.
When he wore pearls as necklaces.
وَبَكىand wept الحَمامُthe doves صَبابَةًwith yearning إِنif لَمnot يَكُنwas
وَبَكى الحَمامُ صَبابَةً إِن لَم يَكُن
بِقضيبon the bough قامتِهhis stature الرطيبtender يُغَرِّدُwarbles
بِقضيب قامتِه الرطيب يُغَرِّدُ
And the doves wept with yearning, if they were not
And the doves cried at dawn, unless
warbling on the tender bough of his stature.
it were singing with its moist rod.
فَليَعلِمso let them know الغادُونَthose leaving at dawn أَنّthat جَوانِحيmy ribs
فَليَعلِم الغادُونَ أَنّ جَوانِحي
مَثوىthe abode الأَحِبَّةِthe loved ones غُوَّرُواthey went to the lowlands أَوor أَنجَدُواthey went to the highlands
مَثوى الأَحِبَّةِ غُوَّرُوا أَو أَنجَدُوا
So let those leaving at dawn know that my ribs
So let the absent ones know that my feelings
are the abode of loved ones, whether they seek lowlands or highlands.
Are where lovers dwell, hidden or rescued.
أَمor يَنشُدُrecites الركبانُthe riders بَينamong رِحالِهمtheir saddles
أَم يَنشُدُ الركبانُ بَين رِحالِهم
وَقَدand already اِرتَمَتhas hurled بِهُمwith them النَوىseparation ماwhat أَنشَدُواthey recited
وَقَد اِرتَمَت بِهُم النَوى ما أَنشَدُوا
Or do the riders recite among their saddles,
Or do travelers recite between their camps,
now separation has hurled them away, what they once recited?
While the craving has clung to them, what they recite?
ضاعَwas lost الفُؤادُthe heart غَداةَthe morning of بَينِهِمُtheir departure وَماand not
ضاعَ الفُؤادُ غَداةَ بَينِهِمُ وَما
فيin غَيرِother than هاتيكَthose المَراحِلِthe stopping-places يُوجَدُis found
في غَيرِ هاتيكَ المَراحِلِ يُوجَدُ
The heart was lost the morning they departed, and is not
The heart was lost at dawn between them but not
found anywhere but at those stopping-places.
Found in other than those camps.
Sol 6.1