ياO نازِحِيْنَdistant ones وَهُمْyet they بالقَلبِin the heart سُكَّانُdwellers
يا نازِحِيْنَ وَهُمْ بالقَلبِ سُكَّانُ
وراحِلينَand departing ones وماyet not سارُواthey journeyed ولاnor بَانُواthey departed
وراحِلينَ وما سارُوا ولا بَانُوا
O distant ones who yet dwell within the heart,
O you who are displaced yet reside in my heart
And departing ones who have neither journeyed nor gone away.
Travelers who neither journeyed nor appeared
ذَواتُكْمyour very selves بينَamid أحْناءِthe curves الضُّلُوعِthe ribs ثَوَتْhave dwelt
ذَواتُكْم بينَ أحْناءِ الضُّلُوعِ ثَوَتْ
فَكيفَso how لِيْfor me مِنكُمُfrom you صَدٌّrejection وهِجرانُand abandonment
فَكيفَ لِيْ مِنكُمُ صَدٌّ وهِجرانُ
Your very selves have dwelt amid the curves of the ribs;
Your beings nestled between the ribs have settled
How, then, can I suffer your rejection and abandonment?
So how could there be any estrangement between us?
عَجِبْتُI marveled تَشتاقُكُمْlongs for you نَفْسٌa soul وناظِرُهاand its eye
عَجِبْتُ تَشتاقُكُمْ نَفْسٌ وناظِرُها
وأنْتُمُthough you فِيهماin them both رُوْحٌspirit وإنْسانُand the eye’s pupil
وأنْتُمُ فِيهما رُوْحٌ وإنْسانُ
I marveled that a soul and its eye should long for you,
I'm astonished that a soul yearns for you
Though within them you are the spirit and the eye’s pupil.
While you dwell in it, its spirit and human
أنْتُمْyou أناI وأناand I أنْتُمْyou مُطابَقةًin exact correspondence
أنْتُمْ أنا وأنا أنْتُمْ مُطابَقةً
لوif افْتَرَقْناwe parted لَغالwould surely slay الحُبّlove نِسيانُforgetfulness
لو افْتَرَقْنا لَغال الحُبّ نِسيانُ
You are I, and I am you—one and the same.
You are me and I am you, perfectly matched
Were we to part, forgetfulness would slay love.
If we were to part, love’s oblivion would be painful
لاdo not تَطْلُبونيask me علىconcerning عِشْقِيmy passionate love بِبَيِّنَةٍwith evidence
لا تَطْلُبوني على عِشْقِي بِبَيِّنَةٍ
فماfor no يُقامُis adduced عَلىfor المَحْسوسِwhat is sensed بُرهانُproof
فما يُقامُ عَلى المَحْسوسِ بُرهانُ
Do not demand evidence of my passionate love from me,
Do not ask me for proof of my love
For no proof is adduced for what the senses perceive.
For evidence cannot be provided for the tangible
Sol 6.1