وَاِحرَباAh, anguish! مِنfrom كَبِديmy liver وَاِحرَباAh, anguish!
وَاِحرَبا مِن كَبِدي وَاِحرَبا
وَاِطرَباAh, rapture! مِنfrom خَلَديmy heart وَاِطرَباAh, rapture!
وَاِطرَبا مِن خَلَدي وَاِطرَبا
Ah, the anguish of my liver! Ah, the anguish!
Oh my tormented liver tormenting me,
Ah, the rapture of my heart! Ah, the rapture!
Oh my troubled heart troubling me,
فيin كَبِديmy liver نارُa fire جَوىًlonging مُحرِقَةٌscorching
في كَبِدي نارُ جَوىً مُحرِقَةٌ
فيin خَلَديmy heart بَدرُa full moon دُجىًnight's darkness قَدalready غَرَباhas set
في خَلَدي بَدرُ دُجىً قَد غَرَبا
In my liver is a scorching fire of longing.
In my liver there burns a blazing fire,
In my heart, a full moon of the dark night has set.
In my heart there is a moon that has set in darkness,
ياO مِسكُmusk ياO بَدرُfull moon وَياand O غُصنَbough نَقاًa sand dune
يا مِسكُ يا بَدرُ وَيا غُصنَ نَقاً
ماhow أَورَقاleafy ماhow أَنوَراradiant ماhow أَطيَباfragrant
ما أَورَقا ما أَنوَرا ما أَطيَبا
O musk, O full moon, and O bough of a sand dune!
Oh musk, oh moon, oh soft branch,
How leafy, how radiant, how fragrant!
That did not leaf, illuminate, or emit fragrance,
ياO مَبسِماًsmiling mouth أَحبَبتُI loved مِنهُof it الحَبَباthe pearly teeth
يا مَبسِماً أَحبَبتُ مِنهُ الحَبَبا
وَياand O رُضاباًsaliva ذُقتُI tasted مِنهُfrom it الضَرَباthe white honey
وَيا رُضاباً ذُقتُ مِنهُ الضَرَبا
O smiling mouth, whose pearly teeth I loved!
Oh smiling one that I loved for smiling,
And O saliva, whose white honey I tasted!
Oh frowning one that I endured frowning,
ياO قَمَراًmoon فيin شَفَقٍtwilight redness مِنfrom خَفَرٍbashfulness
يا قَمَراً في شَفَقٍ مِن خَفَرٍ
فيon خَدِّهِhis cheek لاحَshone لَناto us مُنتَقِباveiled
في خَدِّهِ لاحَ لَنا مُنتَقِبا
O moon in a twilight blush of modesty,
Oh moon in the dusk of the guard,
On his cheek, he shone before us, veiled.
On his cheek shone unveiled for us,
لَوif أَنَّهُthat he يُسفِرُunveils himself عَنfrom behind بُرقُعِهِhis face-veil
لَو أَنَّهُ يُسفِرُ عَن بُرقُعِهِ
كانَwould be عَذاباًtorment فَلِهذاso for this reason اِحتَجَباhe veiled himself
كانَ عَذاباً فَلِهذا اِحتَجَبا
Were he to lift his face-veil,
If he would unveil from his veil,
It would be torment; that is why he veiled himself.
It would be agony, so for this he is veiled,
شَمسُa sun ضُحىًmorning brightness فيin فَلَكٍa celestial sphere طالِعَةٌrising
شَمسُ ضُحىً في فَلَكٍ طالِعَةٌ
غُصنُa bough نَقاًa sand dune فيin رَوضَةٍa garden قَدalready نُصِباwas planted
غُصنُ نَقاً في رَوضَةٍ قَد نُصِبا
A morning sun, rising in a celestial sphere,
A morning sun in a rising orbit,
A bough of a sand dune, planted in a garden.
A soft branch erected in a garden,
ظَلتُI remained لَهاon her account مِنfrom حَذَرٍfear مُرتَعِباtrembling
ظَلتُ لَها مِن حَذَرٍ مُرتَعِبا
وَالغُصنُand the bough أَسقيهِI water it سَماءًrain صَيِّباpouring
وَالغُصنُ أَسقيهِ سَماءً صَيِّبا
I remained trembling in fear of her,
I remained wary and apprehensive of it,
And the bough—I water it with pouring rain.
While I water the branch with pouring rain,
إِنif طَلَعَتshe rises كانَتshe is لِعَينيto my eye عَجَباa marvel
إِن طَلَعَت كانَت لِعَيني عَجَبا
أَوor غَرَبَتshe sets كانَتshe is لِحَينيof my death سَبَباa cause
أَو غَرَبَت كانَت لِحَيني سَبَبا
If she rises, she is a marvel to my eye;
When it rises it delights my eye,
Or if she sets, she is a cause of my death.
When it sets it saddens my soul,
مُذsince عَقَدَfastened الحُسنُBeauty عَلىupon مَفرِقِهاthe parting of her hair
مُذ عَقَدَ الحُسنُ عَلى مَفرِقِها
تاجاًa crown مِنof التَبرِunworked gold عَشِقتُI fell in love with الذَهَباgold
تاجاً مِن التَبرِ عَشِقتُ الذَهَبا
Since Beauty fastened upon the parting of her hair
Since beauty knotted its crown,
A crown of unwrought gold, I have loved gold.
Of pure gold, upon its temple, I loved gold,
لَوif أَنَّthat إِبليسَIblis رَأىsaw مِنfrom آدَمٍAdam
لَو أَنَّ إِبليسَ رَأى مِن آدَمٍ
نرَprobably: light (unclear spelling) مُحَيّاهاher countenance عَلَيهِupon him ماnot أَبىhe would have refused
نرَ مُحَيّاها عَلَيهِ ما أَبى
Had Iblis seen in Adam
If Iblis had seen the glowing embers,
[The light of] her countenance upon him, he would not have refused.
Of her cheeks, he would not have refused,
لَوif أَنَّthat إِدريسَIdris رَأىsaw ماwhat رَقَمinscribed الthe
لَو أَنَّ إِدريسَ رَأى ما رَقَم ال
حُسنُBeauty بِخَدَّيهاon her two cheeks إِذاًthen ماnot كَتَباhe would have written
حُسنُ بِخَدَّيها إِذاً ما كَتَبا
Had Idris seen what was inscribed by
If Idris had seen the moles,
Beauty upon her cheeks, he would not have written.
That beauty lined on her cheeks, he would not have ascended,
لَوif أَنَّthat بِلقيسَBilqis رَأَتshe saw رَفرَفَهاher coverlet
لَو أَنَّ بِلقيسَ رَأَت رَفرَفَها
ماnot خَطَرَcame to mind العَرشُthe throne وَلاnor الصَرحُthe palace بِباin [mind; incomplete word]
ما خَطَرَ العَرشُ وَلا الصَرحُ بِبا
Had Bilqis seen her coverlet,
If Bilqis had seen her fluttering,
Neither throne nor palace would have crossed her [mind].
Neither throne nor palace would have tempted her,
ياO سَرحَةَspreading tree الواديthe valley وَياand O بانَban-trees الغَضاal-Ghada (ghada grove)
يا سَرحَةَ الوادي وَيا بانَ الغَضا
أَهدواgive as a gift لَناto us مِنsome of نَشرِكُمyour fragrance مَعَwith الصَباthe east wind
أَهدوا لَنا مِن نَشرِكُم مَعَ الصَبا
O spreading tree of the valley, and O ban-trees of al-Ghada,
Oh meadows of the valley, oh essence of verdure,
Give us some of your fragrance with the east wind,
Bring to us with the morning breeze,
مُمَسَّكاًmusk-scented يَفوحُwafts رَيّاهُits fragrance لَناto us
مُمَسَّكاً يَفوحُ رَيّاهُ لَنا
مِنfrom زَهرِblossoms أَهضامِكَyour hollows أَوor زَهرِblossoms الرُبىthe hills
مِن زَهرِ أَهضامِكَ أَو زَهرِ الرُبى
Musk-scented, its perfume wafting to us,
A fragrance diffusing its scent to us,
From the blossoms of your hollows or the blossoms of the hills.
Of your wildflowers or the basil's scent,
ياO بانَةَban-tree الواديthe valley أَريناshow us فَنَناًa branch
يا بانَةَ الوادي أَرينا فَنَناً
فيin لينِsuppleness أَعطافٍlimbs لَهاof hers أَوor قُضُباslender shoots
في لينِ أَعطافٍ لَها أَو قُضُبا
O ban-tree of the valley, show us a branch
Oh essence of the valley show us some does,
With the suppleness of her limbs—or slender shoots.
With soft sides or fawns for us,
ريحُa wind صَباًeast wind يُخبِرُtells عَنof عَصرِa time صِباًyouth
ريحُ صَباً يُخبِرُ عَن عَصرِ صِباً
بِحاجِرٍat Hajir أَوor بِمِنىًat Mina أَوor بِقَباat Qaba
بِحاجِرٍ أَو بِمِنىً أَو بِقَبا
An east wind tells of a time of youth
The morning breeze tells of youths,
At Hajir, or at Mina, or at Qaba,
With lively talk, wishes or trysts,
أَوor بِالنَقاat an-Naqa (the sand dune) فَالمُنحَنىthen al-Munhana (the bend) عِندَbeside الحِمىal-Hima (the protected pasture)
أَو بِالنَقا فَالمُنحَنى عِندَ الحِمى
أَوor لَعلَعٍLa'la' حَيثُwhere مَراتِعُgrazing grounds الظِباthe gazelles
أَو لَعلَعٍ حَيثُ مَراتِعُ الظِبا
Or at an-Naqa, then al-Munhana beside al-Hima,
Or the softened branches near ardour,
Or at La'la', where the gazelles graze.
Or to grazing gazelles where wild oxen roam,
لاno عَجَبٌwonder لاno عَجَبٌwonder لاno عَجَباwonder
لا عَجَبٌ لا عَجَبٌ لا عَجَبا
مِنat عَرَبِيٍّan Arab يَتَهاوىpassionately loves العَرَباthe Arabs
مِن عَرَبِيٍّ يَتَهاوى العَرَبا
No wonder, no wonder, no wonder,
No wonder, no wonder, no wonder,
That an Arab should passionately love the Arabs;
That an Arab perishes for the Arabs,
يَفنىhe fades away إِذاwhen ماever صَدَحَتsang قُمَرِيَّةٌa ringdove
يَفنى إِذا ما صَدَحَت قُمَرِيَّةٌ
بِذِكرِin remembrance of مَنthe one whom يَهواهُhe loves him فيهِin him طَرَباin rapture
بِذِكرِ مَن يَهواهُ فيهِ طَرَبا
He fades away whenever a ringdove sings
He fades when a moonlike beauty,
In remembrance of the one he loves, in rapture over him.
Sings of her beloved, in it is his rapture.
Sol 6.1