أَجَذوَةٌis it an ember? تُشعَلُbeing kindled
أَجَذوَةٌ تُشعَلُ
أَمor بِنتُdaughter دَنٍّa wine jar تُشرِقُshines
أَم بِنتُ دَنٍّ تُشرِقُ
Is it an ember being kindled,
or a wine jar's daughter shining?
هَذَّبَهاhas refined her الحُسنُbeauty
هَذَّبَها الحُسنُ
فَنارُهاso her fire لاdoes not تَحرِقُburn
فَنارُها لا تَحرِقُ
Beauty has refined her,
so her fire does not burn.
لِلَّهِto God! (in wonder) مِنof بِكرِa virgin
لِلَّهِ مِن بِكرِ
شابَتhas grown gray وَلَمand did not تَنسَforget الخَفَرmodesty
شابَت وَلَم تَنسَ الخَفَر
By God, what a virgin—
grown gray, yet never forgetting modesty!
لَهاhers is سَناradiance الزُهرِthe bright stars
لَها سَنا الزُهرِ
وَطيبُand the sweetness أَنفاسِbreaths الزَهَرthe flowers
وَطيبُ أَنفاسِ الزَهَر
Hers is the radiance of the stars,
and the sweetness of flowers' breath.
فيin رِقَّةِthe delicacy الفِكرِthought
في رِقَّةِ الفِكرِ
لَكِنَّهاbut she تُنسيmakes one forget الفِكَرthoughts
لَكِنَّها تُنسي الفِكَر
She is as delicate as thought,
yet she makes one forget one's thoughts.
فَاِشرَبso drink دَعِleave العُذَّلthe reproachers
فَاِشرَب دَعِ العُذَّل
بِماon what شَرِبناwe drank يَشرَقواlet them choke
بِما شَرِبنا يَشرَقوا
So drink; let the reproachers
choke on what we have drunk.
وَاِجهَرand be open فَإِنfor if ظَنّواthey suspect
وَاِجهَر فَإِن ظَنّوا
بِناof us مُجوناًdebauchery حَقَّقواthey have judged rightly
بِنا مُجوناً حَقَّقوا
And be open about it: if they suspect
us of debauchery, they are right.
أَحبِبhow delightful! بِهِit is (exclamatory) شُرباa drink
أَحبِب بِهِ شُربا
حُلوُsweet التَجَنّيunjust reproach وَالجِنىand the fruit
حُلوُ التَجَنّي وَالجِنى
How delightful a drink!
Sweet in his cruelty and his fruit,
مُعَذِّباًa tormentor عَذباًsweet
مُعَذِّباً عَذباً
ياحُسنَهُhow beautiful he is! لَوif only أَحسَناhe were kind
ياحُسنَهُ لَو أَحسَنا
a tormentor, yet sweet—
how lovely he is, if only he were kind!
قَدindeed أَخجَلَhe has shamed القُضباthe boughs
قَد أَخجَلَ القُضبا
وَالوُرقَand the gray doves سَجعاًin cooing وَاِنثِناand swaying
وَالوُرقَ سَجعاً وَاِنثِنا
He has put the boughs to shame,
and the gray doves, in cooing and swaying.
حَياةُlife مَنwhoever قَبَّلkisses
حَياةُ مَن قَبَّل
وَسِحرُand magic مَنwhoever يَستَنطِقُelicits speech
وَسِحرُ مَن يَستَنطِقُ
Life to whoever kisses him,
and magic to whoever draws him into speech;
وَشَمسُand a sun مَنwhoever يَرنوgazes
وَشَمسُ مَن يَرنو
وَمِسكُand musk مَنwhoever يَستَنشِقُinhales
وَمِسكُ مَن يَستَنشِقُ
and a sun to whoever gazes,
and musk to whoever breathes him in.
سَناتُslumbers عَينَيهِhis two eyes
سَناتُ عَينَيهِ
أَهدَتhas gifted إِلىto عَينيmy eyes السَهَرsleeplessness
أَهدَت إِلى عَيني السَهَر
The drowsiness of his eyes
has gifted my eyes with sleeplessness;
وَغُصنُand the bough عِطفَيهِhis two flanks
وَغُصنُ عِطفَيهِ
أَبدَعَhas wrought wonders فيin حُسنِthe beauty الثَمَرthe fruit
أَبدَعَ في حُسنِ الثَمَر
and the bough of his body
has wrought wonders in its fruit's beauty.
فَلتَجنِso pluck خَدَّيهِhis two cheeks
فَلتَجنِ خَدَّيهِ
إِنif ساغَit is possible أَنthat تَجنيyou pluck القَمَرthe moon
إِن ساغَ أَن تَجني القَمَر
So pluck his cheeks,
if you can pluck the moon.
وَالبَدرُand the full moon لاnot يُبذَلis given
وَالبَدرُ لا يُبذَل
إِلّاexcept لِعَينٍto an eye تَرمُقُgazes
إِلّا لِعَينٍ تَرمُقُ
But the full moon is not given
except to an eye that gazes.
شُعاعُهُits radiance يَدنوdraws near
شُعاعُهُ يَدنو
وَشَخصُهُand its form لاnot يُلحَقُis reached
وَشَخصُهُ لا يُلحَقُ
Its radiance draws near,
yet its form cannot be reached.
دَعleave aside زَهرَةَthe blossom الثَغرِthe mouth
دَع زَهرَةَ الثَغرِ
فَهيَfor it is الَّتيwhat تَجنيharvests المُهَجsouls
فَهيَ الَّتي تَجني المُهَج
Leave aside the blossom of his mouth,
for that is what harvests souls.
ثَناpraise أَبيAbu (father of) عَمرِوAmr
ثَنا أَبي عَمرِو
أَلَذَّsweeter أَوor أَذكىmore intense أَرِجin fragrance
أَلَذَّ أَو أَذكى أَرِج
Praise for Abu Amr
is sweeter, or richer in fragrance.
حَدِّثspeak عَنِof البَحرِthe sea
حَدِّث عَنِ البَحرِ
أَوor عَنof نَداهُhis bounty لاno حَرَجrestraint
أَو عَن نَداهُ لا حَرَج
Speak of the sea,
or of his bounty, without restraint.
قَدِindeed اِرتَوىhas drunk its fill المُمحِلthe parched land
قَدِ اِرتَوى المُمحِل
فَالصَلدُso the bare rock رَوضٌa meadow مونِقُdelightful
فَالصَلدُ رَوضٌ مونِقُ
The parched land has drunk its fill,
so bare rock is a delightful meadow.
وَنَوَّرَand has grown radiant الدَجنُthe gloom
وَنَوَّرَ الدَجنُ
وَكُلُّand every غَربٍwest مَشرِقُan east
وَكُلُّ غَربٍ مَشرِقُ
And the gloom has grown radiant,
and every west is an east.
راقَتshe delighted أَباAbu (father of) يَحيىYahya
راقَت أَبا يَحيى
فَالمَدحُso praise فيهِof him كَالنَسيبlike love poetry
فَالمَدحُ فيهِ كَالنَسيب
She delighted Abu Yahya,
so praise of him is like love poetry.
تَعشَقُهُloves him passionately الدُنياthe world
تَعشَقُهُ الدُنيا
وَحِلمُهُand his forbearance مِثلُlike الرَقيبthe watchman
وَحِلمُهُ مِثلُ الرَقيب
The world is in love with him,
and his forbearance is like a watchman.
غَنَّتshe sang وَقَدand already أَعياhe proved unable
غَنَّت وَقَد أَعيا
لَمّاwhen دَعَتهُshe called on him أَنto يُجيبanswer
لَمّا دَعَتهُ أَن يُجيب
She sang, for he had failed
to answer when she called on him:
خَلِّlet الرَقيبthe watchman يَعمَلdo
خَلِّ الرَقيب يَعمَل
رايُhis will وَدَعنيand let me نَعشَقُI love
رايُ وَدَعني نَعشَقُ
“Let the watchman do
as he pleases, and let me love.
إِذاif مَنَعhe forbids مَنّوfrom him
إِذا مَنَع مَنّو
يَمنَعُنيhe prevents me يَضاalso اَنthat نَشتَقُI yearn
يَمنَعُني يَضا اَن نَشتَقُ
If he keeps me from him,
can he also keep me from longing?”
Sol 6.1