فؤاديmy heart علىunder حُكْمِthe sway of الغرامِpassion خَفوقُthrobbing
فؤادي على حُكْمِ الغرامِ خَفوقُ
إذاwhenever همَّit resolves أنْto يَسْلوforget فليْسَyet it is not يُطيقُable
إذا همَّ أنْ يَسْلو فليْسَ يُطيقُ
My heart throbs under the sway of passion.
My heart flutters under love's control
Whenever it resolves to forget, it cannot.
When it tries to find peace, it cannot whole
ومهْماand however much همَىflows دمْعيmy tears ليَنقَعَto quench غلّتيmy burning thirst
ومهْما همَى دمْعي ليَنقَعَ غلّتي
تأجّجَblazes up ماthe space بيْنَbetween الضّلوعِthe ribs حَريقُa fire
تأجّجَ ما بيْنَ الضّلوعِ حَريقُ
And however much my tears flow to quench my burning thirst,
No matter how my tears try to wash away my agony
A fire blazes in the space between my ribs.
The blaze between my ribs burns like coal
خَليليَّmy two friends هلْcan...? أسْلوI forget عنabout الحُبّlove ساعةًfor an hour
خَليليَّ هلْ أسْلو عن الحُبّ ساعةً
وقدwhile indeed صدّhas turned away خِلٌّa beloved للفُؤادِto the heart صَديقُa friend
وقد صدّ خِلٌّ للفُؤادِ صَديقُ
My two friends, can I forget love for an hour,
My beloved, can I forget love for an hour
When a beloved, a friend to my heart, has turned away?
When past sorrows bar the heart their role?
سَقانيgave me drink كُؤوسَcups of الحُبّlove حتّىuntil أمالَنيmade me sway
سَقاني كُؤوسَ الحُبّ حتّى أمالَني
وشارِبُand the drinker of كاسِthe cup of الحبِّlove كيفَhow يُفيقُsobers up
وشارِبُ كاسِ الحبِّ كيفَ يُفيقُ
He gave me cups of love to drink until he made me sway;
Love filled my cup until it overflowed
And how can the drinker of love's cup sober up?
Can a drinker of the cup of love stay sober and staid?
قَساgrew hard قلبُهُhis heart لكِنhowever علَىtoward كُلّevery عاشقٍlover
قَسا قلبُهُ لكِن علَى كُلّ عاشقٍ
فواso, oh عَجَباًwhat a wonder والخصْرُwhile the waist منْهُof his رَقيقُdelicate
فوا عَجَباً والخصْرُ منْهُ رَقيقُ
His heart is hard, however, toward every lover;
His heart is cruel, yet to each lover
So how strange, when his waist is so delicate!
How strange! His slender waist makes raids
وقلْبيand my heart عليْهِtoward him كيفَhowever شاءَwills جمالُهُhis beauty
وقلْبي عليْهِ كيفَ شاءَ جمالُهُ
وإنand even if قلّبَتْهُtoss it about الحادِثاتُlife's vicissitudes شَفيقُtender
وإن قلّبَتْهُ الحادِثاتُ شَفيقُ
And my heart, toward him as his beauty wills,
While my heart is his, for his beauty's sake
Is tender, though life's vicissitudes toss it about.
Though events may toss it, it stays unafraid
فَياso, oh ليْتَهُif only he يوماًone day يجودُis generous بوصْلِهِwith union with him
فَيا ليْتَهُ يوماً يجودُ بوصْلِهِ
فإنّيَfor indeed I فيin بحْرِthe sea of الغرامِpassion غَريقُdrowning
فإنّيَ في بحْرِ الغرامِ غَريقُ
Ah, if only he would one day grant me union with him!
Oh if only one day he would kindly unite us
For I am drowning in the sea of passion.
For in love's sea, I sink like lead
ولاand no عجَبٌwonder فالرّوضُfor the garden بعْدَafter ذُبولِهits withering
ولا عجَبٌ فالرّوضُ بعْدَ ذُبولِه
إذاwhen جادَهُwaters it generously الغيْثُthe rain الهَتونُpouring يَروقُis lovely
إذا جادَهُ الغيْثُ الهَتونُ يَروقُ
And no wonder: the garden, after withering,
No wonder! The meadow after wilting
Grows lovely when the pouring rain waters it.
When the rain pours, blossoms anew outlaid
أناديI call out إذاwhen جنّgathers الظّلامُdarkness بهِaround him أماis there not...?
أنادي إذا جنّ الظّلامُ بهِ أما
لشَمْسِfor the sun of الرّضَىfavor بعْدَafter الغُروبِsunset شروقُa sunrise
لشَمْسِ الرّضَى بعْدَ الغُروبِ شروقُ
I call out when darkness gathers around him: is there not
I call when darkness shrouds, hoping that
A sunrise for the sun of favor after its setting?
The sun of contentment after setting, will rise arrayed
وإنand if لمْnot تجُدْyou are generous بالوصْلِwith union صبْريَmy patience ذاهِبٌgone
وإن لمْ تجُدْ بالوصْلِ صبْريَ ذاهِبٌ
وصدْريَand my breast عنْfor حمْلِbearing الغَرامِpassion يَضيقُgrows too narrow
وصدْريَ عنْ حمْلِ الغَرامِ يَضيقُ
And if you do not grant union, my patience is gone;
If you cannot show patience with our union
And my breast grows too tight to bear passion.
My breast too narrow to carry love's load
ترَفّقbe gentle فَماfor there is no ليfor me غيْرَother than دمْعيَmy tears مُنجِدٌhelper
ترَفّق فَما لي غيْرَ دمْعيَ مُنجِدٌ
وسُهْديand my sleeplessness أنيسٌa close friend والظلامُand darkness رَفيقُa companion
وسُهْدي أنيسٌ والظلامُ رَفيقُ
Be gentle, for I have no helper but my tears;
Be gentle, for I have no savior but my tears
And my sleeplessness is a close friend, and darkness a companion.
My wakefulness is my friend, and darkness my abode
أُسامِرُI converse by night with نجْمَthe star of الأفْقِthe horizon والأفْقُand the horizon روضةٌa garden
أُسامِرُ نجْمَ الأفْقِ والأفْقُ روضةٌ
تفتّحَhave blossomed فيهاin it نرْجِسٌnarcissus وشقيقُand anemones
تفتّحَ فيها نرْجِسٌ وشقيقُ
I converse by night with the horizon's star, and the horizon is a garden
I chat with the star of the horizon, and the horizon is a meadow
Where narcissus and anemones have blossomed.
Where narcissus and anemone their petals have showed
مُنَىdesires القلْبِof the heart هلاis there not...? للقطيعةِto estrangement آخِرٌan end
مُنَى القلْبِ هلا للقطيعةِ آخِرٌ
وللقُربِand to closeness منْfrom بعْدِafter البِعادِseparation طريقُa path
وللقُربِ منْ بعْدِ البِعادِ طريقُ
O heart's desire, is there no end to estrangement,
Is there no finality to estrangement?
And no path to closeness after separation?
No path from remoteness to nearness trode?
ولكنand yet إذاif لمْnot تدْرِyou know ماwhat بيis in me ولمand not تذُقْyou taste
ولكن إذا لمْ تدْرِ ما بي ولم تذُقْ
غَراميmy passion وماand what ألقَىI endure فسوفَthen will تَذوقُyou taste
غَرامي وما ألقَى فسوفَ تَذوقُ
And yet, if you do not know what ails me, and have not tasted
But if you don't know my love or taste my agony
My passion and what I endure—then you shall taste it.
You will come to taste, this I forebode
وأُنشِدُand I recite لاnot أثنيI draw back العِنانَthe reins تشَفّياًin vindictive satisfaction
وأُنشِدُ لا أثني العِنانَ تشَفّياً
كِلاناboth of us علىunder حُكْمِthe sway of الغرامِpassion مَشوقُfilled with longing
كِلانا على حُكْمِ الغرامِ مَشوقُ
And I recite, without drawing back the reins, in vindictive satisfaction:
I will not curb passion to heal or soothe
Both of us are filled with longing under the sway of passion.
We both stir under love's goads I laud
Sol 6.1