سَلامٌpeace عَلىupon الدّارِthe house الَّتيwhich لاnot أَزورُهاI visit it
سَلامٌ عَلى الدّارِ الَّتي لا أَزورُها
وَإِنand even though حَلَّهاdwells in it شَخصٌa person إِلَيَّto me حَبيبُdear
وَإِن حَلَّها شَخصٌ إِلَيَّ حَبيبُ
Peace upon the house I do not visit,
Greetings to the house I do not visit
even though someone dear to me dwells there,
Though an intimate person resides there
وَإِنand even though حَجَبَتhave concealed عَنfrom ناظِرَيَّmy eyes سُتورُهاits curtains
وَإِن حَجَبَت عَن ناظِرَيَّ سُتورُها
هَوىًa beloved تَحسُنgrows beautiful الدُّنياthe world بِهِthrough him وَتَطيبُand grows sweet
هَوىً تَحسُن الدُّنيا بِهِ وَتَطيبُ
and even though its curtains hide from my eyes
And though its curtains conceal it from my sight
a beloved through whom the world grows beautiful and sweet.
A passion that makes life pleasant and pure
هَوىًa beloved تَحسُنُgrow lovely اللَّذاتُthe pleasures عِندَat حُضورِهِhis presence
هَوىً تَحسُنُ اللَّذاتُ عِندَ حُضورِهِ
وَتَسخُنُand grows hot عَينُthe eye اللَّهوِof mirth حِينَwhen يَغيبُhe is absent
وَتَسخُنُ عَينُ اللَّهوِ حِينَ يَغيبُ
A beloved in whose presence pleasures grow lovelier,
A passion that brings joy when present
and mirth's eye burns with tears when he is absent.
And when absent, ignites desire’s fire
تَثَنىbend بِهِwith him الأَعطافُthe flanks حَتّىuntil كَأَنَّهُas though he were
تَثَنى بِهِ الأَعطافُ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُ
إِذاwhen اِهتَزَّhe sways مِنfrom تَحتِbeneath الثِّيابِthe clothes قَضيبُa slender branch
إِذا اِهتَزَّ مِن تَحتِ الثِّيابِ قَضيبُ
His flanks bend until he seems,
With it, limbs softly bend as if
when swaying beneath his clothes, a slender branch.
A rod stirring beneath clothes
رَضيتُI am content بِسَعيwith the passage الوَهْمِof imagination بَينيbetween me وَبَينهاand between her
رَضيتُ بِسَعي الوَهْمِ بَيني وَبَينها
وَإِنand even though لَمnot يَكُنbe لِلعَينِfor the eye فيهِin it نَصيبُa share
وَإِن لَم يَكُن لِلعَينِ فيهِ نَصيبُ
I am content with fancy passing between me and her,
I’m content with imagination shuttling between us
though the eye has no share in it,
Though my eyes get no share
مَخافَةَfor fear أَنthat تُغرَىbe incited بِناagainst us أَلسُنُthe tongues العِداof enemies
مَخافَةَ أَن تُغرَى بِنا أَلسُنُ العِدا
وَيَطمَعُand seeks an opening فيناagainst us عائِبa faultfinder فَيَعيبُand so finds fault
وَيَطمَعُ فينا عائِب فَيَعيبُ
for fear that the tongues of enemies be stirred against us,
For fear that hostile tongues accuse us
and a faultfinder seek his chance against us and find fault.
And the critic desires and finds fault
كَأَنَّas though مَجالَthe sweep الطَّرفِof the gaze مِنfrom كُلِّevery ناظِرٍonlooker
كَأَنَّ مَجالَ الطَّرفِ مِن كُلِّ ناظِرٍ
عَلىover حَرَكاتِthe movements العاشِقينَof the lovers رَقيبُa sentinel
عَلى حَرَكاتِ العاشِقينَ رَقيبُ
As if the sweep of every onlooker's gaze
It's as if the eyes of every onlooker
were a sentinel over the lovers' movements.
Spy on lovers' gestures
Sol 6.1