عُجturn aside بِالرَكائِبِwith the riding camels نَحوَtoward بُرقِةِBurqat ثَهمَدِThahmad
عُج بِالرَكائِبِ نَحوَ بُرقِةِ ثَهمَدِ
حَيثُwhere القَضيبُthe bough الرَطبُmoist وَالرَوضُand the meadow النَدىdewy
حَيثُ القَضيبُ الرَطبُ وَالرَوضُ النَدى
Turn the riding camels toward Burqat Thahmad,
Where the bough is moist and the meadow dewy;
حَيثُwhere البُروقُthe lightning بِهاin it تُريكَshows you وَميضَهاits gleams
حَيثُ البُروقُ بِها تُريكَ وَميضَها
حَيثُwhere السَحابُthe clouds بِهاin it يَروحَgoes at evening وَيَغتَديand goes at dawn
حَيثُ السَحابُ بِها يَروحَ وَيَغتَدي
Where lightning shows you its gleams,
Where clouds pass at evening and at dawn.
وَاِرفَعand raise صُوَيتَكَyour little voice بِالسُحَيرِjust before dawn مُنادِياًcalling out
وَاِرفَع صُوَيتَكَ بِالسُحَيرِ مُنادِياً
بِالبيضِto the fair-skinned women وَالغيدِand the supple-necked women الحِسانِthe beautiful الخُرَّدِthe bashful maidens
بِالبيضِ وَالغيدِ الحِسانِ الخُرَّدِ
And raise your gentle voice just before dawn, calling
To the fair-skinned, graceful, beautiful, bashful maidens:
مِنamong كُلِّevery فاتِكَةٍslayer بِطَرفٍwith an eye أَحوَرٍof vivid black and white
مِن كُلِّ فاتِكَةٍ بِطَرفٍ أَحوَرٍ
مِنamong كُلِّevery ثانِيَةٍone bending بِجيدٍwith a neck أَغيدِsupple and graceful
مِن كُلِّ ثانِيَةٍ بِجيدٍ أَغيدِ
Each a slayer with eyes of vivid black and white,
Each bending her supple, graceful neck.
تَهويshe swoops فَتُقصِدُand so kills outright كُلَّevery قَلبٍheart هائِمٍlove-distracted
تَهوي فَتُقصِدُ كُلَّ قَلبٍ هائِمٍ
يَهوىloves الحِسانَbeautiful women بِراشِقٍwith a dart وَمُهَنَّدِand an Indian blade
يَهوى الحِسانَ بِراشِقٍ وَمُهَنَّدِ
She swoops and slays every love-distracted heart
That loves fair women—with a dart and an Indian blade.
تَعطوshe reaches out بِرَخصٍwith a tender hand كَالدَمَقسِlike fine silk مُنَعَّمٍdelicately soft
تَعطو بِرَخصٍ كَالدَمَقسِ مُنَعَّمٍ
بِالنَدِّwith blended perfume وَالمِسكِand musk الفَتيقِrichly fragrant مُقَرمَدِanointed
بِالنَدِّ وَالمِسكِ الفَتيقِ مُقَرمَدِ
She reaches out with a tender hand, soft as silk,
Anointed with blended perfume and richly fragrant musk.
تَرنوshe gazes إِذاwhen لَحَظَتshe glances بِمُقلَةِwith the eye of شادِنٍa young gazelle
تَرنو إِذا لَحَظَت بِمُقلَةِ شادِنٍ
يُعزىis attributed لِمُقلَتِهاto her eye سَوادُthe blackness of الإِئمِدِantimony kohl
يُعزى لِمُقلَتِها سَوادُ الإِئمِدِ
She gazes, when she glances, with a young gazelle's eye;
Kohl owes its blackness to her eye.
بِالغُنجِwith coquetry وَالسِحرِand enchantment القَتولِdeadly مُكَحَّلٍlined with kohl
بِالغُنجِ وَالسِحرِ القَتولِ مُكَحَّلٍ
بِالتَيهِwith pride وَالحُسنِand beauty البَديعِwondrous مُقَلَّدِadorned with a necklace
بِالتَيهِ وَالحُسنِ البَديعِ مُقَلَّدِ
Her kohl is coquetry and deadly enchantment,
Her necklace, pride and wondrous beauty.
هَيفاءُslender-waisted ماnot تَهوىshe loves الَّذيwhat أَهوىI love وَلاnor
هَيفاءُ ما تَهوى الَّذي أَهوى وَلا
تَفِshe keeps faith لِلَّذيto the one whom وَعَدَتshe promised بِصِدقِwith the sincerity of المَوعِدِthe promise
تَفِ لِلَّذي وَعَدَت بِصِدقِ المَوعِدِ
Slender-waisted, she does not love what I love, nor
Keep faith with the one to whom she pledged her word.
سَحَبَتshe trailed غَديرَتَهاher braid شُجاعاًa serpent أَسوَداًblack
سَحَبَت غَديرَتَها شُجاعاً أَسوَداً
لِتُخيفَto frighten مَنwhoever يَقفوfollows بِذاكَwith that الأَسوَدِblack one
لِتُخيفَ مَن يَقفو بِذاكَ الأَسوَدِ
She trailed her braid—a black serpent—
To frighten, with that black serpent, whoever follows her.
وَاللَهِby God ماnot خِفتُI feared المَنونَdeath وَإِنَّماbut only
وَاللَهِ ما خِفتُ المَنونَ وَإِنَّما
خَوفيmy fear أَموتُI die فَلاand so not أَراهاI see her فيon غَدِthe morrow
خَوفي أَموتُ فَلا أَراها في غَدِ
By God, I have not feared death; rather,
My only fear is to die and not see her tomorrow.
Sol 6.1