خَطَرَاتُpassing stirrings المَلامِreproach
خَطَرَاتُ المَلامِ
تُغرِيincite الهَوَىpassion باستِعارِto blaze
تُغرِي الهَوَى باستِعارِ
The stirrings of reproach
The Blameworthy Notions
Incite passion to blaze.
Tempt desire with metaphor
هِيَthey (the stirrings) هَاجَتُstirred up أُوَارِيmy burning heat
هِيَ هَاجَتُ أُوَارِي
وَالرّيحُand the wind عَونُaid الشِّرَارِthe sparks
وَالرّيحُ عَونُ الشِّرَارِ
They have stirred my burning heat,
They agitated my light
And the wind lends aid to the sparks.
And the wind aids the evildoers
قُلsay للاَحِto a reprover نَهَانِيforbade me
قُل للاَحِ نَهَانِي
دَعنِيleave me وَدِينَand the creed of ابنشunclear (perhaps 'Ibn') هَانِيHani
دَعنِي وَدِينَ ابنش هَانِي
Say to the reprover who forbade me:
Tell the critiquer leave me be
Leave me to the creed of Ibn Hani [reading uncertain].
And spare me your son's blame
أيّwhat a خَدّcheek دَهَانِيoverwhelmed me
أيّ خَدّ دَهَانِي
بَوَردةٍwith a rose كَالدّهَانِlike oil
بَوَردةٍ كَالدّهَانِ
What a cheek has overwhelmed me,
What cheek blamed me
With a rose like oil!
With a rose like paint
أبدَتِrevealed الجَنتَانِthe two gardens
أبدَتِ الجَنتَانِ
مِنهُfrom it جَنَىfruit غَيرَnot دَانِwithin reach
مِنهُ جَنَى غَيرَ دَانِ
The two gardens have revealed
It showed the two gardens
From it, fruit beyond reach.
From it not a grain was obtained
وَوَرَاءَand behind اللِّثَامِthe veil
وَوَرَاءَ اللِّثَامِ
رَوضٌa garden ثَمِينُprecious النِّثَارِthe scatterings
رَوضٌ ثَمِينُ النِّثَارِ
And behind the veil,
And behind the veil
A garden whose scatterings are precious;
Is a garden with scattered blossoms
وَخِلاَلَand within الإزَارِthe waist-wrap
وَخِلاَلَ الإزَارِ
زاهٍradiant مِنَfrom الدّعصِthe sand-mound زَأرِroaring (unclear here)
زاهٍ مِنَ الدّعصِ زَأرِ
And within the waist-wrap,
And between the wraps
Radiant, from the sand-mound—roaring [wording unclear].
A lion roars from the thickets
فَتكُdeadly violence لَيثٍa lion هَصُورِrending
فَتكُ لَيثٍ هَصُورِ
وحُسنُand the beauty of ظَبيٍa gazelle رَبِيبhand-reared
وحُسنُ ظَبيٍ رَبِيب
The deadly violence of a rending lion,
And the beauty of a beloved doe
And the beauty of a hand-reared gazelle.
Betrayed me in it, my ally
خَانَbetrayed فِيهِover him نَصِيرِيmy ally
خَانَ فِيهِ نَصِيرِي
وَجَفَانِيand shunned me حَبِيبa beloved
وَجَفَانِي حَبِيب
My ally betrayed me over him,
And my beloved left me
And a beloved shunned me.
A traveller away from my shining light
سَافِرٌunveiled عَنrevealing مُنِيرِa radiant face
سَافِرٌ عَن مُنِيرِ
وَبَاسِمٍand smiling عَنrevealing شَنِيبcool, white teeth
وَبَاسِمٍ عَن شَنِيب
Unveiled, revealing a radiant face,
And with a smile away from my companion
And smiling, revealing cool, white teeth.
What blossom for the darkness
أيّwhat a وِردٍwatering-place لِظَامِfor the thirsty
أيّ وِردٍ لِظَامِ
وأيّand what a ضَوءٍlight لِسَارِfor a night-traveler
وأيّ ضَوءٍ لِسَارِ
What a watering-place for the thirsty,
And what light for the walkway
And what a light for a night-traveler!
They both judged the small
حَكَمَاboth decreed بِالصَّغَارِabasement
حَكَمَا بِالصَّغَارِ
لِلدّرِّfor pearls أوor لِلدّرَارِيfor radiant stars
لِلدّرِّ أو لِلدّرَارِي
Both have decreed abasement
Whether it be pearl or pebbles
For pearls or radiant stars.
A sprout whose pasture was pleasant
رَشَأٌa fawn طَابَwas sweet مَرعَاهُhis pasture
رَشَأٌ طَابَ مَرعَاهُ
فِيin مَرتَعِa grazing-ground شَبّkindled نَارهhis fire
فِي مَرتَعِ شَبّ نَاره
A fawn whose pasture was sweet,
In the pasture of fiery youth
In a grazing-ground, he kindled his fire.
It originated in the heart
كَانwas فيin الصّدرِthe breast منشاهُhis birthplace
كَان في الصّدرِ منشاهُ
فَأصبَحَso became الصَّدرُthe breast دَارَهhis home
فَأصبَحَ الصَّدرُ دَارَه
His birthplace was in the breast,
So the heart became its abode
And so the breast became his home.
A blade whose look is defiant
صَارِمٌa keen sword حُسنُthe beauty of مَرآهُhis appearance
صَارِمٌ حُسنُ مَرآهُ
يَنِيwearies النُّفُوسَsouls غِرَارَهits edge
يَنِي النُّفُوسَ غِرَارَه
The beauty of his appearance is a keen sword;
It shakes the souls with its heat
Its edge wears souls down.
I avoided the listlessness of blemishes
رُمتُI sought نَقعَto quench الأوَامِburning thirst
رُمتُ نَقعَ الأوَامِ
مِنfrom رَونَقٍa sheen فِيهِhis mouth جَارِflowing
مِن رَونَقٍ فِيهِ جَارِ
I sought to quench the burning thirst
With the flair that is in it
From the flowing sheen of his mouth.
And its flair distracted me
وَعَدَانِيand diverted me اغتِرَارِيmy delusion
وَعَدَانِي اغتِرَارِي
عَنfrom خَوفِfear of ذَاكَthat العِذارِcheek-down
عَن خَوفِ ذَاكَ العِذارِ
And my delusion diverted me
From fear of that rebuke
From fear of that cheek-down.
Take my heart with your strength
خُذtake فَؤَادِيmy heart بِقُوّهby force
خُذ فَؤَادِي بِقُوّه
يََاضعفَO weakness of تِلكَthose الجُفُونِeyelids
يََاضعفَ تِلكَ الجُفُونِ
Take my heart by force,
Oh you who tires those eyelids
O weakness of those eyelids!
Oh Jouya son of Dhrouh
ياO جيunclear ياO ابنson of ذروهa summit
يا جي يا ابن ذروه
لأضلُعِfor ribs وَعُيُونand eyes
لأضلُعِ وَعُيُون
O [unclear], O son of a summit,
For ribs and eyes
For ribs and eyes.
Oh Naeema and passion
ياO نعيماbliss وشقوهand misery
يا نعيما وشقوه
ومرآكand the sight of you والحبand love دينيmy creed
ومرآك والحب ديني
O bliss and misery,
You are my creed and religion
And the sight of you, and love, are my creed.
You led me to the baths
قُدتَنِيyou led me لِلحِمَامِto death
قُدتَنِي لِلحِمَامِ
فاذهبso go بجرحwith a wound جُبَارuncompensated
فاذهب بجرح جُبَار
You led me to death;
So go away with your strong wounds
So go with a wound for which no redress is owed.
How can my face of victory be
كَيفَhow وَجهُa way of انتِصَارِيmy taking vengeance
كَيفَ وَجهُ انتِصَارِي
وَالشَّمسُand the sun مَوضِعُthe target of ثأرِيmy blood-vengeance
وَالشَّمسُ مَوضِعُ ثأرِي
How can I find a way to avenge myself,
When the sun is the place of my revenge
When the sun is the target of my blood-vengeance?
By my father a persistent lover
بأبيwith my father as ransom مُستَصِيلٌa domineering one
بأبي مُستَصِيلٌ
يَسُوءُdoes ill صُنعاًin conduct ويُحمَدand is praised
يَسُوءُ صُنعاً ويُحمَد
My father be the ransom for a domineering one,
Evil in his deeds and praiseworthy
Who does ill, yet is praised.
Tie him who destroyed the sick man
قيدa fetter (unclear here) أودىhas perished العليلthe ailing one
قيد أودى العليل
فارفقso be gentle بهwith him ياO محمدMuhammad
فارفق به يا محمد
A fetter; the ailing one has perished [wording unclear].
So be gentle with him, oh Muhammad
So be gentle with him, O Muhammad.
And his mother, oh stingy one
وَاميهand [unclear] يَاO بَخِيلmiser
وَاميه يَا بَخِيل
باللَّفظِwith speech مِنكَfrom you
باللَّفظِ مِنكَ
And [unclear], O miser,
With speech from you
With speech from you.
Partial English translation: 49 of 50 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1