مَرَضيmy sickness مِنfrom مَريضَةِlanguid الأَجفانِthe eyelids
مَرَضي مِن مَريضَةِ الأَجفانِ
عَلِّلانيsoothe me, you two بِذِكرِهاwith her remembrance عَلِّلانيsoothe me, you two
عَلِّلاني بِذِكرِها عَلِّلاني
My sickness comes from her whose eyelids are languid.
My sickness from the ailment of eyelids,
Soothe me with her remembrance, soothe me.
Make me sick by mentioning her, make me sick
هَفَتِfluttered الوُرقُthe gray doves بِالرِياضِin the gardens وَناحَتand lamented
هَفَتِ الوُرقُ بِالرِياضِ وَناحَت
شَجوُthe lament of هذاthese الحَمامِthe doves مِمّاamong what شَجانيgrieved me
شَجوُ هذا الحَمامِ مِمّا شَجاني
The gray doves fluttered in the gardens and lamented.
The leaves in the garden rustled and lamented,
The lament of these doves is part of what has grieved me.
The cooing of this dove, from what pained me
بِأَبيwith my father as ransom طَفلَةٌa young maiden لَعوبٌplayful تَهادىwalks with a sway
بِأَبي طَفلَةٌ لَعوبٌ تَهادى
مِنfrom among بَناتِdaughters الخُدورِcurtained chambers بَينَamong الغَوانيthe beauties
مِن بَناتِ الخُدورِ بَينَ الغَواني
May my father be ransom for a playful maiden, swaying as she walks,
By my father, a playful doe
One of the maidens of curtained chambers, among the beauties.
Among the shy girls between the branches
طَلَعَتshe rose فيin العِيانِplain sight شَمساًas a sun فَلَمّاand when
طَلَعَت في العِيانِ شَمساً فَلَمّا
أَفلَتshe set أَشرَقَتshe shone بِأُفقِon the horizon of جَنانيmy heart
أَفلَت أَشرَقَت بِأُفقِ جَناني
She rose in plain sight as a sun; and when
She rose as a sun, but when
She set, she shone on the horizon of my heart.
She set, she shone on my paradise’s horizon
ياO طُلولاًruins بِرامَةٍat Rama دارِساتٍweather-worn
يا طُلولاً بِرامَةٍ دارِساتٍ
كَمhow many رَأَتthey have seen مِنof كَواعِبٍbudding-breasted maidens وَحِسانِand beauties
كَم رَأَت مِن كَواعِبٍ وَحِسانِ
O weather-worn ruins at Rama,
O slender and graceful cypresses
How many budding-breasted maidens and beauties they have seen!
How many charming and alluring girls you have seen
بِأَبيwith my father as ransom ثُمَّthen بيwith myself غَزالٌa gazelle رَبيبٌhand-reared
بِأَبي ثُمَّ بي غَزالٌ رَبيبٌ
يَرتَعيgrazes بَينَbetween أَضلُعيmy ribs فيin أَمانِsafety
يَرتَعي بَينَ أَضلُعي في أَمانِ
May my father, then I myself, be ransom for a hand-reared gazelle,
By my father, then by me a beloved gazelle
Grazing between my ribs in safety.
Grazing between my ribs in safety
ماnothing عَلَيهِupon it مِنfrom نارِهاher fire فَهوَfor it is نورٌlight
ما عَلَيهِ مِن نارِها فَهوَ نورٌ
هكَذاthus النورُthe light مُخمِدُextinguisher of النيرانِthe fires
هكَذا النورُ مُخمِدُ النيرانِ
It has nothing to fear from her fire, for it is light;
Whatever fire of hers is on him becomes light
Thus does light extinguish fires.
Thus light extinguishes fires
ياO خَليلَيَّmy two friends عَرَّجاturn aside, you two بِعِنانيwith my reins
يا خَليلَيَّ عَرَّجا بِعِناني
لَأَرىso I may see رَسمَthe trace of دارِهاher dwelling بِعَيانيwith my own eyes
لَأَرى رَسمَ دارِها بِعَياني
O my two friends, turn my reins aside,
My friend, lead my reins
So I may see the trace of her dwelling with my own eyes.
So I may see the outline of her abode before me
فَإِذاand when ماemphatic particle بَلَغتُماyou two reach الدارَthe dwelling حُطّاdismount, you two
فَإِذا ما بَلَغتُما الدارَ حُطّا
وَبِهاand at it صاحِبَيَّmy two companions فَلتَبكِيانيthen weep for me, you two
وَبِها صاحِبَيَّ فَلتَبكِياني
And when you two reach the dwelling, dismount,
When you both reach the house, dismount
And there, my two companions, weep for me.
And weep with my companion there, weep for me
وَقِفاand stop, you two بيwith me عَلىat الطُلولِthe ruins قَليلاًa little while
وَقِفا بي عَلى الطُلولِ قَليلاً
نَتَباكىlet us feign weeping بَلrather أَبكِlet me weep مِمّاbecause of what دَهانيbefell me
نَتَباكى بَل أَبكِ مِمّا دَهاني
And stop with me at the ruins a little while,
Stop at the slender cypress for a while
Let us feign tears—rather, let me weep for what has befallen me.
Let's cry, rather make me cry from what pains me
الهَوىlove راشِقيshooting at me بِغَيرِwithout سِهامٍarrows
الهَوى راشِقي بِغَيرِ سِهامٍ
الهَوىlove قاتِليkilling me بِغَيرِwithout سِنانِa spearhead
الهَوى قاتِلي بِغَيرِ سِنانِ
Love shoots at me without arrows;
Passion struck me without arrows
Love kills me without a spearhead.
Passion killed me without blades
عَرَّفانيtell me, you two إِذاwhen بَكَيتُI weep لَدَيهاbeside her
عَرَّفاني إِذا بَكَيتُ لَدَيها
تُسعِدانيyou two aid me عَلىin البُكاweeping تُسعِدانيyou two aid me
تُسعِداني عَلى البُكا تُسعِداني
Tell me, when I weep beside her,
When I cry before her, let me know
That you will help me weep, that you will help me.
You make me happy with weeping, you make me happy
وَاِذكُراand recount, you two ليto me حَديثَthe tale of هِندٍHind وَلُبنىand Lubna
وَاِذكُرا لي حَديثَ هِندٍ وَلُبنى
وَسُلَيمىand Sulayma وَزَينَبٍand Zaynab وَعِنانِand Inan
وَسُلَيمى وَزَينَبٍ وَعِنانِ
And recount to me the tale of Hind and Lubna,
And mention to me the tales of Hind, Lubna
And Sulayma and Zaynab and Inan.
Sulaima, Zainab and Inan
ثُمَّthen زيداًadd, you two مِنfrom حاجِرٍHajir وَزَرودٍand Zarud
ثُمَّ زيداً مِن حاجِرٍ وَزَرودٍ
خَبراًnews عَنabout مَراتِعِthe grazing grounds of الغِزلانِthe gazelles
خَبراً عَن مَراتِعِ الغِزلانِ
Then add, from Hajir and Zarud,
Then Zaid from Hajir and Zaroud
News of the gazelles' grazing grounds.
News from the meadows of the gazelles
وَاِندُبانيand lament me, you two بِشِعرِwith the poetry of قَيسٍQays وَلَيلىand Layla
وَاِندُباني بِشِعرِ قَيسٍ وَلَيلى
وَبِمَيٍّand with Mayy وَالمُبتَلىand the afflicted غَيلانِGhaylan
وَبِمَيٍّ وَالمُبتَلى غَيلانِ
And lament me with verses of Qays and Layla,
And mourn me with Qais and Layla’s poetry
And of Mayy and the afflicted Ghaylan.
And May and the afflicted Ghalyan
طالَhas lasted long شَوقيmy yearning لِطَفلَةٍfor a maiden ذاتِendowed with نَثرٍprose
طالَ شَوقي لِطَفلَةٍ ذاتِ نَثرٍ
وَنِظامٍand verse وَمِنبَرٍand a pulpit وَبَيانِand eloquence
وَنِظامٍ وَمِنبَرٍ وَبَيانِ
Long has my yearning lasted for a maiden gifted in prose,
My longing grew for Tofelah of prose
And verse, pulpit oratory, and eloquence.
Composition, pulpit, and rhetoric
مِنfrom among بَناتِdaughters المُلوكِthe kings مِنfrom دارِthe land of فُرسٍthe Persians
مِن بَناتِ المُلوكِ مِن دارِ فُرسٍ
مِنfrom أَجَلَّthe most illustrious of البِلادِcities مِنfrom أَصبَهانِIsfahan
مِن أَجَلَّ البِلادِ مِن أَصبَهانِ
One of the daughters of kings, from the land of the Persians,
Of the kings' daughters, from the land of Persia
From the most illustrious of cities, from Isfahan.
From the best of lands, from Isfahan
هِيَshe بِنتُdaughter of العِراقِIraq بِنتُdaughter of إِماميmy imam
هِيَ بِنتُ العِراقِ بِنتُ إِمامي
وَأَناand I ضِدُّهاher opposite سَليلُa descendant of يَمانيa Yemeni
وَأَنا ضِدُّها سَليلُ يَماني
She is Iraq's daughter, the daughter of my imam,
She is the daughter of Iraq, daughter of my Imam
And I am her opposite, a scion of a Yemeni.
While I oppose her, a Yemeni descendant
هَلquestion particle رَأَيتُمyou have seen ياO سادَتيmy masters أَوor سَمِعتُمyou have heard
هَل رَأَيتُم يا سادَتي أَو سَمِعتُم
أَنَّthat ضِدَّينِtwo opposites قَطُّever يَجتَمِعانِthe two come together
أَنَّ ضِدَّينِ قَطُّ يَجتَمِعانِ
Have you seen, my masters, or heard
Have you seen, my lords, or heard
That two opposites ever come together?
Of opposites ever uniting?
لَوif تَراناyou could see us بِرامَةٍat Rama نَتَعاطىwe exchange
لَو تَرانا بِرامَةٍ نَتَعاطى
أَكَؤساًcups لِلهَوىfor love بِغَيرِwithout بَنانِfingers
أَكَؤساً لِلهَوى بِغَيرِ بَنانِ
If you could see us at Rama, exchanging
If you could see us in Ramah drinking
Cups of love without fingers,
Cups of passion without vines
وَالهَوىand love بَينَناbetween us يَسوقُrelates حَديثاًa tale
وَالهَوى بَينَنا يَسوقُ حَديثاً
طَيِّباًsweet مُطرِباًenrapturing بِغَيرِwithout لِسانِa tongue
طَيِّباً مُطرِباً بِغَيرِ لِسانِ
And love between us telling a tale,
Passion between us leads a conversation
Sweet and enrapturing, without a tongue,
Sweet, delightful without tongues
لَرَأَيتُمyou would surely see ماwhat يَذهَبُis lost العَقلُthe mind فيهِin it
لَرَأَيتُم ما يَذهَبُ العَقلُ فيهِ
يَمَنٌYemen وَالعِراقُand Iraq مُعتَنِقانِembracing one another
يَمَنٌ وَالعِراقُ مُعتَنِقانِ
You would see what bewilders the mind:
You would see how reason goes in it
Yemen and Iraq embracing one another.
Yemen and Iraq embracing
كَذِبَlied الشاعِرُthe poet الَّذيwho قالَsaid قَبليbefore me
كَذِبَ الشاعِرُ الَّذي قالَ قَبلي
وَبِأَحجارِand with the stones of عَقلِهِhis reason قَدindeed رَمانيpelted me
وَبِأَحجارِ عَقلِهِ قَد رَماني
The poet who spoke before me lied,
The poet before me lied when he said
And indeed pelted me with the stones of his reason:
Throwing stones of reason at me
أَيُّهاO you المُنكِحُwho marries الثُرَيّاThurayya (the Pleiades) سُهَيلاًSuhayl (Canopus)
أَيُّها المُنكِحُ الثُرَيّا سُهَيلاً
عَمرَكَI adjure you اللَهَby God كَيفَhow يَلتَقِيانِcan the two meet
عَمرَكَ اللَهَ كَيفَ يَلتَقِيانِ
O you who wed Thurayya to Suhayl,
O matchmaker of Thurayya and Suhail
I adjure you by God: how can the two meet?
May God give you long life, how can they unite?
هِيَshe شامِيَّةٌSyrian إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle اِستَهَلَّتshe rises
هِيَ شامِيَّةٌ إِذا ما اِستَهَلَّت
وَسُهَيلٌand Suhayl إِذاwhen اِستَهَلَّhe rises يَمانيYemeni
وَسُهَيلٌ إِذا اِستَهَلَّ يَماني
She is Syrian whenever she rises,
She is Syrian, and when the crescent rises
And Suhayl, whenever he rises, is Yemeni.
Suhail, when the crescent rises, is Yemeni
Sol 6.1