قُلsay لِمَنto the one who أَسهَرَkept awake بِالعَينِwith the eye الجُفونthe eyelids
قُل لِمَن أَسهَرَ بِالعَينِ الجُفون
مِثلُكَone like you التَصبارُpatient endurance عَنهُapart from him لاnot يَكونis possible
مِثلُكَ التَصبارُ عَنهُ لا يَكون
Tell the one whose gaze has kept eyelids sleepless:
Tell the one whose eyes deprived of sleep
There is no enduring separation from one like you.
There can be no one as patient as you
خَفَقَtrembled النَهرُthe river بِحِمصٍin Hims بَعدَماafter
خَفَقَ النَهرُ بِحِمصٍ بَعدَما
بِنتَyou departed وَالطَيرُand the birds بَدَتappeared مِنهاfrom them شُجونsorrows
بِنتَ وَالطَيرُ بَدَت مِنها شُجون
The river in Hims trembled after
The river flowed in Hims after
you departed, and the birds revealed their sorrows.
It built its nest and in it birds showed their sorrows
وَاللَياليand the nights بَعدَماafter كُنّاwe were بِهاin them
وَاللَيالي بَعدَما كُنّا بِها
فيin نَهارٍdaylight أُلبِسَتwere clothed in داجيdark الدُجونclouded gloom
في نَهارٍ أُلبِسَت داجي الدُجون
And the nights, after we had dwelt within them
And the nights after we spent them
as in daylight, were clothed in murky gloom.
In a day clothed in dark clothes
ياO أَخاbrother of الفَضلِvirtue وَياand O رَبَّlord of العُلاeminence
يا أَخا الفَضلِ وَيا رَبَّ العُلا
وَالمَعانيand the meanings الغُرِّradiant فيin تِلكَthose الفُنونarts
وَالمَعاني الغُرِّ في تِلكَ الفُنون
O brother of virtue, O lord of eminence
O brother of nobility and lord of heights
and of radiant meanings in those arts,
And the wonderful meanings in those arts
أَينَwhere عَيشيmy life بِكَwith you فيin ظِلِّthe shade of المُنىhopes
أَينَ عَيشي بِكَ في ظِلِّ المُنى
فيamid فُنونٍvarieties of delight دائِماتٍlasting وَفُتونand enchantments
في فُنونٍ دائِماتٍ وَفُتون
where is my life with you beneath the shade of hopes,
Where is my life with you in the shade of wishes
amid lasting delights and enchantments,
In constant arts and temptations
بِخَليجٍby a river-channel لَمnot نَزَلwe ceased نُجريwe set running بِهِtherein
بِخَليجٍ لَم نَزَل نُجري بِهِ
قَصَبَthe prize-reed of السَبقِvictory بِغاياتِat the furthest bounds of المُجونrevelry
قَصَبَ السَبقِ بِغاياتِ المُجون
by a river-channel where we never ceased to race
On a gulf where we did not stop racing in it
for the reed of victory at revelry's furthest bounds,
The rods of racing to the goals of passions
حَيثُwhere مَدَّstretched out النَهرُthe river مِنهُfrom itself مِعصَماًa wrist
حَيثُ مَدَّ النَهرُ مِنهُ مِعصَماً
يَتَمَنّىlongs for لَثمَهُkissing it زَهرُthe blossoms of الغُصونthe branches
يَتَمَنّى لَثمَهُ زَهرُ الغُصون
where the river stretched out a wrist of its own
Where the river extended from it a wrist
that the blossoms on the branches long to kiss,
The flowers of branches wish to kiss it
وَجَرىand flowed الظِلُّthe shade عَلَيهِover it سَجسَجاًpleasantly temperate
وَجَرى الظِلُّ عَلَيهِ سَجسَجاً
مِثلَماjust as أَبصَرتَyou have seen كُحلاًkohl فيin العُيونthe eyes
مِثلَما أَبصَرتَ كُحلاً في العُيون
and shade flowed over it, mild and gentle,
And the shade flowed on it twisting
like kohl you have seen in the eyes?
As you saw kohl in eyes
أَتَرىdo you think الخَضراءَal-Khadra (the Green) تُنسيmakes one forget مِثلَهُsomething like it
أَتَرى الخَضراءَ تُنسي مِثلَهُ
رَجَّمَhazarded الإِخوانُthe friends فيabout هَذاthis الظُنونconjectures
رَجَّمَ الإِخوانُ في هَذا الظُنون
Do you think al-Khadra can make you forget such a place?
Do you see the green forgets the like of it
The friends have hazarded guesses about this.
The brothers conjectured in this suspicion
يَنقَضيpasses العامُthe year وَيَتلوand follows آخَرٌanother
يَنقَضي العامُ وَيَتلو آخَرٌ
وَالنَوىand separation لاnot تَنقَضيcomes to an end هَذاthis جُنونmadness
وَالنَوى لا تَنقَضي هَذا جُنون
The year passes, and another follows,
The year passes and another follows
yet separation never ends—this is madness.
And the intentions do not pass, this is madness
إِنif أَساءَbehaved badly الخِلُّthe friend مِنهُfrom him أَدَباًin conduct
إِن أَساءَ الخِلُّ مِنهُ أَدَباً
فَبِفِرطِthen, through the intensity of الشَوقِlonging وَالوَجدِand love's anguish يَهونbecomes a small matter
فَبِفِرطِ الشَوقِ وَالوَجدِ يَهون
If ill manners have come from the friend,
If the friend was impolite
then such intense longing and love's anguish make it a small matter.
It is due to the intensity of passion and fervor it becomes easy
Sol 6.1