قدindeed شابturned gray شارُبthe mustache of منthe one whom أُحبّI love فجَازso it became permissible لِيfor me
قد شاب شارُب من أُحبّ فجَاز لِي
بلrather قدindeed تَعيَّنbecame obligatory أَنthat أَكونI be مُتَيَّماenslaved by love
بل قد تَعيَّن أَن أَكون مُتَيَّما
The mustache of the one I love has grayed, so I may—
My beloved's hair has become grey, so it is allowed for me
nay, I must—be enslaved by love.
Rather, it has become certain that I must become devoted
ماnot زالَceased مُنْتَهباًprey لأَلحاظِto the glances of الوَرَىhumankind
ما زالَ مُنْتَهباً لأَلحاظِ الوَرَى
والآنand now فرَّhe fled منfrom المَشيبِgraying إِلىto حِمَىa sanctuary
والآن فرَّ من المَشيبِ إِلى حِمَى
He had always been prey to the glances of humankind;
It continues to be ravished by people's glances
and now he has fled from graying into a sanctuary.
And now it has fled from grey hair to protect itself
ظنواthey thought ملاحَتَهhis beauty ذَوتْhad withered فجميعُهمso all of them
ظنوا ملاحَتَه ذَوتْ فجميعُهم
إِلاَّexcept أَناme قدindeed عَادَbecame أَعْمىblind أَبْكَمَاmute
إِلاَّ أَنا قد عَادَ أَعْمى أَبْكَمَا
They thought his beauty had withered, so all of them,
They thought its beauty had faded, so they all
except me, have become blind and mute.
Except me, who has become blind and mute
منwhoever كانwas مُفْتَناًbewitched بليلِby the night of عِذارهthe down on his cheeks
من كان مُفْتَناً بليلِ عِذاره
أَيصدّwould he turn away? عنهfrom him حينَwhen أَطْلَعَhe brought forth أَنْجُمَاstars
أَيصدّ عنه حينَ أَطْلَعَ أَنْجُمَا
Whoever was bewitched by the night of his cheek-down—
Whoever was infatuated with the night of her coyness
would he turn away from him when he has brought forth stars?
Would he turn away when the stars shine?
ماnot شابhe turned gray عنfrom كِبَرٍold age ولكنbut شَيْبهُhis gray hair
ما شاب عن كِبَرٍ ولكن شَيْبهُ
منfrom ماءِwater وردroses الريقِsaliva مَعwith مِسْكِmusk اللَّمَىthe dark hue of the lips
من ماءِ ورد الريقِ مَع مِسْكِ اللَّمَى
He has not grayed from old age; rather, his gray hair
It did not become grey from old age, but his greyness
comes from the rosewater of saliva, with the musk of dusky lips.
Is from the water of rose and the musk of the beloved's saliva
لاnot يستويis equal شَيْبيmy gray hair وشيبُand the gray hair of مُعَذِّبيmy tormentor
لا يستوي شَيْبي وشيبُ مُعَذِّبي
هَذاكَthat one منfrom ريٍّdrinking one's fill وهَذَاand this one مِنْfrom ظماthirst
هَذاكَ من ريٍّ وهَذَا مِنْ ظما
My gray hair and my tormentor's gray hair are not alike:
My greyness is not like the greyness of those who torment me
that comes from drinking one's fill, and this from thirst.
That is from ease, while this is from anguish
Sol 6.1