هاجَstirred البُكاءُweeping وَعافَand turned away مِنهُfrom it صُدوحَloud-voiced
هاجَ البُكاءُ وَعافَ مِنهُ صُدوحَ
خَطباءُdusky باكِيَةٍweeping عَلىover التَفراحِjoy
خَطباءُ باكِيَةٍ عَلى التَفراحِ
Weeping stirred, and a loud-voiced dove turned away from it,
Sorrow wails and abstains from joy,
a dusky one, weeping over joy.
Weeping orators over happiness.
تَدعوshe calls هَديلاًHadīl فيin ذُراthe heights of عُبريَّةٍa riverside lote tree
تَدعو هَديلاً في ذُرا عُبريَّةٍ
عَيناءَwide-eyed لَيسَare not عُيونُهاits eyes بِصَواحِdry
عَيناءَ لَيسَ عُيونُها بِصَواحِ
She calls to Hadīl in a riverside lote tree’s heights,
They call out softly through teary sighs,
wide-eyed, its eyes not dry.
Eyed ones whose eyes make no sound.
ناحَتshe lamented بِماover what عَلِمَتshe knew وَلَستُand I am not بِنائِحٍa mourner
ناحَت بِما عَلِمَت وَلَستُ بِنائِحٍ
وَأَبَتand she refused عَلىaccording to دَأبِthe customary way of الدَلالِcoyness بِصاحِsober (uncertain here)
وَأَبَت عَلى دَأبِ الدَلالِ بِصاحِ
She lamented what she knew; I am no mourner.
They mourn what they know, while I do not mourn,
And she refused, in habitual coyness, to be sober [wording uncertain].
And refuse the persistence of guides with cries.
Sol 6.1