أماindeed وَضياءِby the radiance of وَجْهِكَyour face ذيpossessing الجمالِbeauty
أما وَضياءِ وَجْهِكَ ذي الجمالِ
وَقَدِّكَand your figure فيin انعطافbending واعتدالِand straightness
وَقَدِّكَ في انعطاف واعتدالِ
Indeed, by the radiance of your beautiful face,
For the radiance of your beautiful face
and your figure, bending and standing straight,
And your slender figure in its flexing grace
وبالَخَفَرِand by bashfulness الذيwhich قَدindeed راقcharmed حُسْناًin beauty
وبالَخَفَرِ الذي قَد راق حُسْناً
وفاقَand surpassed علىover الغزالةِthe sun والغزالِand the gazelle
وفاقَ على الغزالةِ والغزالِ
and by the bashfulness whose beauty has charmed
For the lovely down that softly grows
and surpassed the sun and the gazelle,
Fairer than the fawn's upon the cheeks and nose
لقدindeed أغرىincited عذوليَmy reproacher ذاone possessed of اشتِغالِpreoccupation
لقد أغرى عذوليَ ذا اشتِغالِ
بِنارِin the fire of هوىًpassion وقلباًand a heart ذاpossessing اشتعالِblazing
بِنارِ هوىً وقلباً ذا اشتعالِ
my reproacher has indeed stirred one engrossed
My passion wakened in its resting-place
in passion’s fire, and a heart ablaze.
And stirred the embers of my love to blaze
كَأنas though جفونَthe eyelids ذاتِthe woman with الخالthe beauty mark فيناamong us
كَأن جفونَ ذاتِ الخال فينا
نِصالٌarrowheads ماnever تَمُلَgrow weary مِنَof النِّضالِarchery
نِصالٌ ما تَمُلَ مِنَ النِّضالِ
The beauty-marked woman’s eyelids seem, among us,
The dark-lashed eyes beneath those brows like bows
arrowheads that never tire of archery.
Assail my heart without relief or pause
سَرَتْthey sped عَجَلاًin haste فَسَرَّتْand so delighted ثمَّthen ساءَتْdistressed
سَرَتْ عَجَلاً فَسَرَّتْ ثمَّ ساءَتْ
وقالَand said تَسَلّهاforget her واشٍa tale-bearer وَقالِand a hater
وقالَ تَسَلّها واشٍ وَقالِ
They sped in haste, bringing joy, then pain.
Swiftly she came and sweetly, but soon turned
And a tale-bearer and a hater said, “Forget her.”
"Be off!" she said; harshly she spurned and spurned
هَبواsuppose أنّيthat I أقولُsay سَلَوْتُI have forgotten سَلْمىSalma
هَبوا أنّي أقولُ سَلَوْتُ سَلْمى
تَعِلاتٍself-consoling pretenses بذاكَwith that وَلَستُand I am not ساليone who has forgotten
تَعِلاتٍ بذاكَ وَلَستُ سالي
Suppose I say, “I have forgotten Salma,”
"It may be," I replied, "that I sought Salma.
merely consoling myself with that—I have not forgotten.
I am no wooer, far from all thought of palma."
أماare not دَمعيmy tears علىof وجديmy passion دليلٌproof
أما دَمعي على وجدي دليلٌ
يسيلstream علىfor غَزاليَmy gazelle كالغزالِlike a gazelle
يسيل على غَزاليَ كالغزالِ
Are not my tears proof of my passion,
My flowing tears bear witness to my pain,
streaming for my gazelle, swift as a gazelle?
And weep like fawns that ne'er know joy again
ألاah ياO ضرَّةَrival القَمَرَيْنthe sun and moon جوديbe generous
ألا يا ضرَّةَ القَمَرَيْن جودي
عليَّto me وَلَوand even بِطَيْفٍwith an apparition مِنfrom خيالِa dream
عليَّ وَلَو بِطَيْفٍ مِن خيالِ
Ah, rival of the sun and moon, be generous
O loveliest girl, as gracious as the moon,
to me, even with a phantom from a dream.
Take pity on me, if but in a dream or swoon;
فإنfor if أكُI am مُعسِراًimpoverished فأخوthen a man of رجاءٍhope
فإن أكُ مُعسِراً فأخو رجاءٍ
أُبَلّغُهُI am enabled to attain it قَريباًsoon منthrough مَعاليMa‘ali
أُبَلّغُهُ قَريباً من مَعالي
If I am poor, I am still a man of hope,
And if too poor to help me, tell my brother Toss
which I shall soon attain through Ma‘ali.
To aid me soon and so relieve my loss,
وجادَand he was generous علىto عِياليmy household بالعَطاياwith gifts
وجادَ على عِيالي بالعَطايا
إلىto أنْthe point that كِدْتُI nearly أُوهبُهُgive him عياليmy wife
إلى أنْ كِدْتُ أُوهبُهُ عيالي
And he lavished gifts upon my household,
For many a gift and favor has he sent
until I nearly gave him my wife.
Till I were tempted to adopt his child unmeant.
وماand nothing ليَis mine غيرُهاother than her إنْif كانَhe were يرضىwilling
وما ليَ غيرُها إنْ كانَ يرضى
وحاشاهُand far be it from him وَنَزِّهَand keep him above عَنْfrom مَقاليmy words
وحاشاهُ وَنَزِّهَ عَنْ مَقالي
And I have nothing but her, if he would accept—
None but my darling shall I ever wed,
far be it from him! Keep him above such words of mine.
Far be it from me what the slanderers said!
حُرِمتُI was denied بِهاbecause of her الحرامَillicit pleasure وكانَand it was أشهىmore desirable
حُرِمتُ بِها الحرامَ وكانَ أشهى
علىalthough أنّيthat I حَلاليmy lawful wife ماwhat حلاليmy lawful wife
على أنّي حَلالي ما حلالي
Because of her I was denied illicit pleasure, though it was sweeter;
Long she denied, but sweeter for the ban
yet my lawful wife—what a lawful wife I have!
That which is lawful than what unlawful ran.
تُنافِرنيshe quarrels with me فأبكيso I weep مِنfrom أذاهاher abuse
تُنافِرني فأبكي مِن أذاها
وأذكرُand I recall طيبَthe sweetness of أَيَامِthe days of البدالِswapping
وأذكرُ طيبَ أَيَامِ البدالِ
She quarrels with me, so I weep at her abuse,
She chides me and I weep, remembering days
and recall the sweetness of the days of swapping.
Of happiness and love, while our hearts were one in phase,
وعرسٌand a wife مرضِعٌnursing فأرىso I see نَحيلاa scrawny one
وعرسٌ مرضِعٌ فأرى نَحيلا
لهhe has جيدٌa neck أرقُّthinner مِنthan الخلالِa toothpick
له جيدٌ أرقُّ مِن الخلالِ
And a nursing wife: I behold a scrawny child
A babe at breast, so delicate and wan
whose neck is thinner than a toothpick.
His neck outshines the conjugal commonplace
تُحَمّلنيهِshe makes me carry him لاmay ... not حَمَلَتْهُshe have borne him كَيمْاso that
تُحَمّلنيهِ لا حَمَلَتْهُ كَيمْا
أُرَقِّصُهI make him dance بأنواعِwith kinds of الخَيالshadow-play
أُرَقِّصُه بأنواعِ الخَيال
She makes me carry him—if only she had never borne him!—so that
To rock and fondle as she bids me do,
I make him dance with all kinds of shadow-play.
Then screams and claws me with vindictive view.
فيحبوso he crawls ثمthen يسلحhe shits منfrom قريبnearby
فيحبو ثم يسلح من قريب
علىon تِلكَthose المفارشِbedclothes والزلالand rugs
على تِلكَ المفارشِ والزلال
So he crawls, then shits close by
He laughs, then weeps, and clings to me in fright,
on those bedclothes and rugs.
Ah me! I know not what will greet my sight.
وَيبكيand he cries ثُمَّthen تَعْلَقُcling بيto me يَداهُhis two hands
وَيبكي ثُمَّ تَعْلَقُ بي يَداهُ
فياso, O للهِGod, invoked for help ماwhat يَلقىendures سباليmy mustache
فيا للهِ ما يَلقى سبالي
And he cries; then both his hands cling to me—
The husband takes her when I turn away
O God, what my mustache suffers!
And get no second night without a fee to pay;
وَزَوْجٌand a wife حينَwhen أَغشاهاI mount her كأنّيas though I
وَزَوْجٌ حينَ أَغشاها كأنّي
بِلاwithout أقومُI rise إلىto البدالِswapping
بِلا أقومُ إلى البدالِ
And a wife: when I mount her, it is as though I
With lessons and examples I tame down her pride
rise, without ..., to swap.
And curb her highfalutin airs till her stiff neck bend aside
أُعوِّدُهاI accustom her بِقِرْدٍto a monkey إنْif نَضَحّتُI spurt
أُعوِّدُها بِقِرْدٍ إنْ نَضَحّتُ
لتقليهِso she may fry it علىon السطحthe roof المذالِthe shabby
لتقليهِ على السطح المذالِ
I accustom her to a monkey if I spurt,
She coughs all night, sings to suppress her pain,
so she may fry it on the shabby rooftop.
And I behold her beauty in my dreams again
إذاwhen أضطَجَعَتْshe lies down تغنّتْshe sings منfrom سعالٍcoughing
إذا أضطَجَعَتْ تغنّتْ من سعالٍ
وأُبصِرُهاand I see her علىin صورthe forms of السّعاليfemale ghouls
وأُبصِرُها على صور السّعالي
When she lies down, she sings with a cough,
Her body to the ground, its mansions low and vile
and I see her in the forms of female ghouls,
Her nose upraised to heaven lofty pile
بِقدٍّwith a figure لاصقclinging بالأرضto the ground قصراًfrom shortness
بِقدٍّ لاصق بالأرض قصراً
وأنفٍand a nose منfrom السّماءِthe sky عَليَّabove me عاليtowering
وأنفٍ من السّماءِ عَليَّ عالي
with a figure clinging to the ground from shortness,
We shared: her heel became my head's repose
and a nose towering over me from the sky.
Her slipper's tip my pillow at the day's close
تقاسَمْناwe divided our shares وكانَand was لهاhers بِحَقٍّby right
تقاسَمْنا وكانَ لها بِحَقٍّ
قَفايَthe back of my neck وكانَand was أسفلُthe underside خُفِّهاof her slipper ليmine
قَفايَ وكانَ أسفلُ خُفِّها لي
We divided our shares: hers, by right, was
the back of my neck; mine was the sole of her slipper.
Partial English translation: 42 of 44 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1