ومُخَيِّمٌand one encamped بينbetween الحَشَاthe heart وشَغَافِهِand its sheath
ومُخَيِّمٌ بين الحَشَا وشَغَافِهِ
نضَبَتْran dry بِحارُseas of الشِّعْرِpoetry فيin أَوْصَافِهِdescriptions of him
نضَبَتْ بِحارُ الشِّعْرِ في أَوْصَافِهِ
And one encamped between the heart and its sheath—
Camping between Hasha's sands and its thickets
The seas of poetry have run dry in describing him.
The seas of poetry on him are all dried up
السِّحْرُmagic فيin لحظَاتِهِhis glances والنَّارُand fire فيin
السِّحْرُ في لحظَاتِهِ والنَّارُ في
وجَنَاتِهِhis cheeks والماءُand water فيin أَطْرَافِهِhis limbs
وجَنَاتِهِ والماءُ في أَطْرَافِهِ
Magic is in his glances, and fire in
Magic in his glances, fire in his gardens
his cheeks, and water in his limbs.
Water at his edges, bliss in his pockets
مبسوطُample عُذْرِexcuse for التِّيهِpride أَنصفَdid justice حُسْنُهhis beauty
مبسوطُ عُذْرِ التِّيهِ أَنصفَ حُسْنُه
فيin تِيهِهِhis pride والجَوْرُand injustice فيin إِنصَافِهِhis justice
في تِيهِهِ والجَوْرُ في إِنصَافِهِ
His pride is amply excused; his beauty does him justice
His beauty excuses fully his confusions
in his pride, yet injustice lies in his justice.
Though confused, he’s fair in his profusions
قالواthey said لقَدْindeed أَسْرَفْتَyou went to excess فيهover him وماand not دَرَوْاthey knew
قالوا لقَدْ أَسْرَفْتَ فيه وما دَرَوْا
أَنَّthat اقتصادَmoderation of الصَّبِّthe ardent lover فيin إِسْرَافِهhis excess
أَنَّ اقتصادَ الصَّبِّ في إِسْرَافِه
They said, 'You have indeed gone to excess over him,' but they did not know
They said you’ve been excessive about him
that the ardent lover's moderation lies in his excess.
But fervor’s thrift is in its effusions
عانقْتُI embraced منهُof him الغُصْنthe branch قبلbefore ذُبُولِهِits withering
عانقْتُ منهُ الغُصْن قبل ذُبُولِهِ
وجنيتُand I plucked منهfrom him الزَّهْرَthe blossom قبلbefore جَفافِهِits drying
وجنيتُ منه الزَّهْرَ قبل جَفافِهِ
I embraced his branch before it withered,
I embraced his branch before its withering
and plucked his blossom before it dried.
And plucked his blooms before their drying
ولثمْتُand I kissed سالِفتيْهِboth sides of his neck لثْماًa kiss لمnot يكُنْbe
ولثمْتُ سالِفتيْهِ لثْماً لم يكُنْ
لولاbut for وَسَاطةُthe mediation of سُكرِهِhis drunkenness بِسُلافِهِon his pure wine
لولا وَسَاطةُ سُكرِهِ بِسُلافِهِ
And I kissed both sides of his neck—a kiss that would not have been
I kissed his former days with a kiss that wouldn’t
but for the mediation of his drunkenness on his pure wine.
be without liquor’s mediation in its serving
مَزَّقْتُI tore ثوبَthe garment of النومِsleep عنهfrom him ولمand not أُطِقْI could manage
مَزَّقْتُ ثوبَ النومِ عنه ولم أُطِقْ
تمزيقtearing ثوْبِthe garment of السُّكْرِdrunkenness عنfrom أَعْطافِهِhis sides
تمزيق ثوْبِ السُّكْرِ عن أَعْطافِهِ
I tore the garment of sleep from him, yet could not
I tore off the dress of sleep from him, but couldn’t
tear the garment of drunkenness from his sides.
tear off the dress of drunkenness from his edges
ورأَيتُand I saw لثْمkissing الثَّغْرِthe lips بعدafter مئِينِهits hundreds
ورأَيتُ لثْم الثَّغْرِ بعد مئِينِه
متدرِّجاًmounting gradually مِنْهاfrom them إِلىto آلافِهِits thousands
متدرِّجاً مِنْها إِلى آلافِهِ
And I saw kisses on his lips, after hundreds of them,
And I saw the kiss of the lips after its repeat
mounting step by step from those to thousands.
Gradually go from it to its multitudes
عِشْقيmy love مُلُوكِيٌّroyal لأَنَّbecause مُعَذِّبيmy tormentor
عِشْقي مُلُوكِيٌّ لأَنَّ مُعَذِّبي
ماnot زالتِceased to be الأَملاكُkings منamong أَسْلافِهِhis forebears
ما زالتِ الأَملاكُ من أَسْلافِهِ
My love is royal, for my tormentor
My love is kingly, for my tormentor
has always had kings among his forebears.
Kings have still been among his ancestors
Sol 6.1