مَنْwho للريبtoward doubt هَفَتْswept away بِهِwith him الفِكَرُthoughts
مَنْ للريب هَفَتْ بِهِ الفِكَرُ
لاَneither العَيْنُthe eye تُؤْنِسهُconsoles him وَلاَnor الأَثَرُthe trace
لاَ العَيْنُ تُؤْنِسهُ وَلاَ الأَثَرُ
Who will help one whom thoughts have swept into doubt?
Neither sight nor trace consoles him.
لاnot تُلْتَقىmeet أَجفانُهhis eyelids سَهَراًfrom sleeplessness
لا تُلْتَقى أَجفانُه سَهَراً
فكأَنَّماso as though أَهدابُهُhis eyelashes إِبَرُneedles
فكأَنَّما أَهدابُهُ إِبَرُ
His eyelids do not meet, so sleepless is he,
as though his lashes were needles.
منfrom طولthe length ماthat يرميhe is afflicted بصحبتهاwith their company
من طول ما يرمي بصحبتها
يبكيmakes weep البكاءweeping ويسهرand keeps awake السهرsleeplessness
يبكي البكاء ويسهر السهر
So long has he been plagued by their company
that he makes weeping weep and sleeplessness stay awake.
ياO طُولِthe length لَيْليmy night لاَno صَبَاحَmorning لَهُfor it
يا طُولِ لَيْلي لاَ صَبَاحَ لَهُ
سَحَرُواthey bewitched الظَّلامَthe darkness فَمَاso no لَهُfor it سَحَرُdawn
سَحَرُوا الظَّلامَ فَمَا لَهُ سَحَرُ
How long my night—there is no morning for it!
They bewitched the darkness, leaving it no dawn.
ولقدand indeed تجلَّىemerged عَنْfrom مَنَازِلِهits dwellings
ولقد تجلَّى عَنْ مَنَازِلِه
طَيفٌa phantom لِطُولِbecause of the length سُرَاهits night journey مُنْبَهِرُbreathless
طَيفٌ لِطُولِ سُرَاه مُنْبَهِرُ
And from its dwellings there emerged
a phantom, breathless from its long night journey.
يأْتيit comes إِليَّto me لِنَقْعto quench غُلَّتهits thirst
يأْتي إِليَّ لِنَقْع غُلَّته
فَيَردُّهso drives it back مِنَfrom مَدْمَعِيmy tearful eye نَهَرُa river
فَيَردُّه مِنَ مَدْمَعِي نَهَرُ
It comes to me to quench its thirst,
but a river from my tearful eye drives it back.
وعَهِدْتُand I knew قَلْبيmy heart جِسْرَa bridge مَعْبَرهِits crossing
وعَهِدْتُ قَلْبي جِسْرَ مَعْبَرهِ
لكنَّbut ذَاكَthat الجِسْرَthe bridge مُنْكَسِرُbroken
لكنَّ ذَاكَ الجِسْرَ مُنْكَسِرُ
I once knew my heart as the bridge for its crossing,
but that bridge is broken.
قدindeed نِمْتُI slept لكنbut فيin كَرَىthe slumber ولَهِيmy distraught yearning
قد نِمْتُ لكن في كَرَى ولَهِي
خُيِّلْتُI imagined أَنَّthat خيالهhis phantom القَمَرُthe moon
خُيِّلْتُ أَنَّ خياله القَمَرُ
I did sleep, but in the slumber of my yearning
I imagined his phantom was the moon.
ياO دَهْرُTime يَاO مَنْone who لاno حُنُوَّtenderness لَهُfor him
يا دَهْرُ يَا مَنْ لا حُنُوَّ لَهُ
أَوَand did...? مَاnot عَلِمتَyou know بِأَنَّنيthat I am بَشَرُhuman
أَوَ مَا عَلِمتَ بِأَنَّني بَشَرُ
O Time, O you who have no tenderness,
did you not know that I am human?
لوif كُنْتَyou were تَنْطِقُspeaking قُلْتَyou would say لُمْblame بَطَراًarrogance
لو كُنْتَ تَنْطِقُ قُلْتَ لُمْ بَطَراً
فَجَمِيعُfor all مَاthat بِكَails you أَصْلُهits root البَطَرُarrogance
فَجَمِيعُ مَا بِكَ أَصْلُه البَطَرُ
If you could speak, you would say, 'Blame arrogance:
all that ails you springs from arrogance.
تأْتيyou come حَمَاةَto Hama وتَشْتكيand complain كَدَراًof murk
تأْتي حَمَاةَ وتَشْتكي كَدَراً
أَوَand did...? مَاnot عَلِمْتَyou know بِأَنَّهاthat it is كَدَرُmurk
أَوَ مَا عَلِمْتَ بِأَنَّها كَدَرُ
You come to Hama and complain of murk;
did you not know that it is murk itself?
وبَقِيتَand you remained لاَno أَهلٌfamily ولاَnor ولَدٌchild
وبَقِيتَ لاَ أَهلٌ ولاَ ولَدٌ
فِيهاin it ولاnor وَطَنٌhomeland ولاnor وَطَرُheart's desire
فِيها ولا وَطَنٌ ولا وَطَرُ
And you remain without family or child
there, with neither homeland nor heart's desire.'
صهhush ياO زمانُTime فإِنَّنيfor I am رَجُلٌa man
صه يا زمانُ فإِنَّني رَجُلٌ
لَيْسَتْdo not تُغَيِّرُalter صَبْرَهُhis patience الغِيرَvicissitudes
لَيْسَتْ تُغَيِّرُ صَبْرَهُ الغِيرَ
Hush, Time, for I am a man
whose patience is unchanged by reversals of fortune.
ماءُthe water البَشَاشَةِof cheerfulness مِلْءُfilling صَفحتِهhis face
ماءُ البَشَاشَةِ مِلْءُ صَفحتِه
والقَلْبُand the heart فيهwithin it النَّارthe fire تَسْتَعرblazes
والقَلْبُ فيه النَّار تَسْتَعر
The water of cheerfulness brims upon his face,
while fire blazes within his heart.
ولربَّماand sometimes هَطَلَتْpoured down مَدَامِعُهhis tears
ولربَّما هَطَلَتْ مَدَامِعُه
ومُرادُهand his wish أَنthat يَغْرَقshould drown الْحَوَرُthe eyes' black-and-white beauty
ومُرادُه أَن يَغْرَق الْحَوَرُ
And sometimes his tears pour down;
his wish is that the eyes' black-and-white beauty should drown.
والخدُّand the cheek مَيْدَانٌa playing-field صَوَالِجهُits polo mallets
والخدُّ مَيْدَانٌ صَوَالِجهُ
هُدْبٌlashes لَهَاfor them مِنْfrom دَمْعِهhis tears أُكَرُballs
هُدْبٌ لَهَا مِنْ دَمْعِه أُكَرُ
The cheek is a playing-field whose polo mallets
are lashes, with balls formed from his tears.
والنَّبْعand the nabʿ tree قالواthey say مَالَهُit has no ثَمَرٌfruit
والنَّبْع قالوا مَالَهُ ثَمَرٌ
أَمَّاas for أَناme فالدَّمْعُthen tears ليfor me ثمَرُfruit
أَمَّا أَنا فالدَّمْعُ لي ثمَرُ
They say the nabʿ tree bears no fruit;
as for me, tears are my fruit.
ولأَرْكَبَنَّand I shall surely ride الصَّعْبَthe unruly steed غُرَّتُهits white blaze
ولأَرْكَبَنَّ الصَّعْبَ غُرَّتُه
غَرَرperil وخَطْرَةُand a sway عِطْفِهof its flank خَطَرdanger
غَرَر وخَطْرَةُ عِطْفِه خَطَر
And I shall surely ride the unruly steed, whose blaze
is peril, and whose flank's sway is danger.
إِمَّاeither وإِمَّاor else وَهْيَand it is وَاحِدَةٌone
إِمَّا وإِمَّا وَهْيَ وَاحِدَةٌ
فِيهَاwithin it مُرَادُthe desire النَّفْسof the soul يَنْتَظِرُawaits
فِيهَا مُرَادُ النَّفْس يَنْتَظِرُ
Either this or that—it is but one,
within which the soul's desire awaits.
ريحَwind الجَنُوبِthe south أَراكI see you مُدْنَفَةًailing
ريحَ الجَنُوبِ أَراك مُدْنَفَةً
هَلْhas...? شَفَّwasted جسْمَكِyour body مِثْليَlike me السَّفَرُtravel
هَلْ شَفَّ جسْمَكِ مِثْليَ السَّفَرُ
South wind, I see you ailing;
has travel wasted your body, as it has mine?
وأَراكand I see you طيِّبةًsweet-scented مُعَطَّرةًperfumed
وأَراك طيِّبةً مُعَطَّرةً
هَلْis there...? فيكِin you مِنْfrom أَحْبَابِنَاour loved ones خَبَرُnews
هَلْ فيكِ مِنْ أَحْبَابِنَا خَبَرُ
And I find you sweet-scented and perfumed;
have you any news from our loved ones?
تلكthose الأَحبَّةُbeloveds رَوْضُthe garden ودِّهِمُof their affection
تلك الأَحبَّةُ رَوْضُ ودِّهِمُ
خَضِلdew-moist وغمرُand the flood صَفَائِهمof their sincerity خَضِرُgreen
خَضِل وغمرُ صَفَائِهم خَضِرُ
Those beloveds—the garden of their affection
is dew-moist, and the flood of their sincerity is green.
قدindeed أَعْجَزَتْhave defied imitation أَخْبَارُthe tales سُودُدِهمof their nobility
قد أَعْجَزَتْ أَخْبَارُ سُودُدِهم
لولاwere it not for لَقُلْنَاwe would surely say إِنَّهاthat they are سُوَرُsurahs
لولا لَقُلْنَا إِنَّها سُوَرُ
The tales of their nobility have defied imitation;
but for a reservation, we would call them surahs.
فارقْتُهمI parted from them فَتَمَايَلُواso they swayed أَسَفاًin grief
فارقْتُهم فَتَمَايَلُوا أَسَفاً
حَتَّىuntil ظننَّاwe thought أَنَّهمthat they سَكِرُواwere drunk
حَتَّى ظننَّا أَنَّهم سَكِرُوا
I parted from them, and they swayed with grief,
until we thought they were drunk.
فكأَنَّهمso as though they لدِمُوُعِهمfrom their tears شَرِبُواhad drunk
فكأَنَّهم لدِمُوُعِهم شَرِبُوا
وكأَنَّهمand as though they بِأَنِينِهِمْwith their groans نَعرُواbellowed
وكأَنَّهم بِأَنِينِهِمْ نَعرُوا
As though they had drunk their tears,
and as though they bellowed with their groans.
كَمْhow many فِيهمُamong them مَنْone who غَضَّlowered نَاظِرَهhis gaze
كَمْ فِيهمُ مَنْ غَضَّ نَاظِرَه
لمَّاwhen خَلاَwas devoid مِنْof شَخْصِيَmy form الْبَصَرُthe sight
لمَّا خَلاَ مِنْ شَخْصِيَ الْبَصَرُ
How many among them lowered their gaze
when my form vanished from their sight,
وَيَظُنُّand he believes ظنّاًa belief أَنَّthat مُقْلَتَهُhis eye
وَيَظُنُّ ظنّاً أَنَّ مُقْلَتَهُ
لَوْلاَيbut for me لَمْnot يُخْلَقْwould have been created لهَاfor it نَظَرُsight
لَوْلاَي لَمْ يُخْلَقْ لهَا نَظَرُ
and believed, indeed, that their eyes
would have had no sight created for them but for me.
يَاO وَيْحَalas for طَرْفٍan eye بَعْدَafter فُرْقَتِهمparting from them
يَا وَيْحَ طَرْفٍ بَعْدَ فُرْقَتِهم
مرَّتpassed بِهِthrough it العَبْرَاتُtears والعِبَرُand lessons
مرَّت بِهِ العَبْرَاتُ والعِبَرُ
Alas for an eye, after parting from them,
through which tears and lessons have passed!
صَدَقَspoke truly الَّذِيthe one who قَالتْsaid بَلاَغَتُهhis eloquence
صَدَقَ الَّذِي قَالتْ بَلاَغَتُه
لَمْnot يَجْرِflowed دَمْعٌtears بَلْrather جَرَىflowed قَدَرُfate
لَمْ يَجْرِ دَمْعٌ بَلْ جَرَى قَدَرُ
He spoke truly whose eloquence declared:
'No tears flowed; rather, fate flowed.'
كَمْhow greatly كَنْتُI was أَحْذَرُwary مِنof فِرَاقِهمُparting from them
كَمْ كَنْتُ أَحْذَرُ مِن فِرَاقِهمُ
وإِذَاand when وَهيَwhile it is قَدَرٌfate فَلاَthen no حَذَرُcaution
وإِذَا وَهيَ قَدَرٌ فَلاَ حَذَرُ
How greatly I feared parting from them!
Yet when it is fate, no caution avails.
لَهْفِيmy yearning عَلَىfor عَيْشٍa life بِنِعْمَتِهthrough its bliss
لَهْفِي عَلَى عَيْشٍ بِنِعْمَتِه
كَانَتْwere ذُنُوبُthe sins الدَّهرِof Time تُغْتَفَرُforgiven
كَانَتْ ذُنُوبُ الدَّهرِ تُغْتَفَرُ
Ah, my yearning for a life through whose bliss
Time's sins were forgiven,
وَمَنَازِلٍand dwellings بِاللَّهوwith merriment آهِلَةٍthronged
وَمَنَازِلٍ بِاللَّهو آهِلَةٍ
تُزْهَىare adorned بِهَاby them الآصَالُthe late afternoons والبُكَرُand the early mornings
تُزْهَى بِهَا الآصَالُ والبُكَرُ
and for dwellings thronged with merriment,
that made late afternoons and early mornings radiant,
ومنارةٍand a minaret منfrom حُسْنthe beauty حُلَّتِهاof its adornment
ومنارةٍ من حُسْن حُلَّتِها
يُنْشىis stirred الحبُورُjoy ويُنْشَرand is spread الخَبَرُnews
يُنْشى الحبُورُ ويُنْشَر الخَبَرُ
and for a minaret, from the beauty of whose adornment
joy is stirred and word is spread,
وأَحبَّةٍand beloveds سُمْرٍdusky شُعُورُهُمُtheir hair
وأَحبَّةٍ سُمْرٍ شُعُورُهُمُ
لَيْلٌnight فَصَوتso the sound حُليِّهمof their jewelry سَمَرُnight-time talk
لَيْلٌ فَصَوت حُليِّهم سَمَرُ
and for dusky beloveds whose hair
is night, their jewels' sound its night-time talk.
شعرhair كَلَيْلَةِlike a night وَصْلِof union صَاحِبهits owner
شعر كَلَيْلَةِ وَصْلِ صَاحِبه
حُسْناًin beauty ولَكِنbut مَاnot بِهin it قِصَرُshortness
حُسْناً ولَكِن مَا بِه قِصَرُ
Hair like a night of union with its owner
in beauty, though there is no shortness in it.
تلكthose الغُصُونُboughs شُعُورُهَاtheir hair وَرَقٌfoliage
تلك الغُصُونُ شُعُورُهَا وَرَقٌ
متكلِّلٌforming a crown وعقودُهَاand their necklaces زَهَرُblossoms
متكلِّلٌ وعقودُهَا زَهَرُ
Those boughs—their hair is foliage,
forming a crown, and their necklaces are blossoms.
تحتbeneath النهُودِthe breasts كأَنَّهاas though they were بِدَرٌcoin-purses
تحت النهُودِ كأَنَّها بِدَرٌ
سُرُرٌnavels تُفَرَّغُare emptied فِيهمon them صُرَرpurses
سُرُرٌ تُفَرَّغُ فِيهم صُرَر
Beneath breasts that seem like purses of coins
are navels; purses are emptied on them.
آهاًah لِثَغْرٍfor a mouth لوْif only ظَفِرْتُI won بِهit
آهاً لِثَغْرٍ لوْ ظَفِرْتُ بِه
وكذاand likewise الثُّغُورُfrontier strongholds يُرَىis seen بِهَاin them الظَّفَرvictory
وكذا الثُّغُورُ يُرَى بِهَا الظَّفَر
Ah, for a mouth—if only I could win it!
And at frontier strongholds, too, victory is seen.
مِنْof شَادِنa young gazelle طَرْفيmy eye لِفُرقَتِهat parting from him
مِنْ شَادِن طَرْفي لِفُرقَتِه
زَنْدٌa fire-stick وجَمْرُand the embers مَدامعيof my tears شَرَرُsparks
زَنْدٌ وجَمْرُ مَدامعي شَرَرُ
Of a young gazelle: at parting from him my eye
is a fire-stick, and my tears' embers are sparks.
متبرِّجٌflaunting itself فيin وَجْهِهِhis face الخَفَرُmodesty
متبرِّجٌ في وَجْهِهِ الخَفَرُ
متَحيِّرٌbewildered فيin طَرْفِهhis gaze الحَوَرُthe eyes' black-and-white beauty
متَحيِّرٌ في طَرْفِه الحَوَرُ
Modesty flaunts itself upon his face;
the eyes' black-and-white beauty is bewildered in his gaze.
لوif لمnot يكنwere فيin الجَفْنِthe eyelid عَسْكَرُهhis army
لو لم يكن في الجَفْنِ عَسْكَرُه
مَاnot قِيلَwould be said إِنthat الجَفْنَthe eyelid يَنْكَسِرُgives way
مَا قِيلَ إِن الجَفْنَ يَنْكَسِرُ
If his army were not within the eyelid,
no one would say the eyelid gives way.
حفَّتْencircled بَوَادِرهthe sides of his neck قَلائِدُهhis necklaces
حفَّتْ بَوَادِره قَلائِدُه
ويلاهalas for me ذاthis خَصَرchill وذاand this خَصِرُchilled
ويلاه ذا خَصَر وذا خَصِرُ
His necklaces encircle the sides of his neck;
alas—here is chill, and here one chilled!
لمnot أُحصِI counted كمhow often عانَقْتُI embraced قامَتَهُhis form
لم أُحصِ كم عانَقْتُ قامَتَهُ
فتكسَّرتْso shattered مِنْfrom ضمِّهembracing him الدُّرَرُthe pearls
فتكسَّرتْ مِنْ ضمِّه الدُّرَرُ
I never counted how often I embraced his form,
so that the pearls shattered from clasping him.
أَصَبَرْتَdid you endure? حتىuntil يَوْمَthe day فُرْقَتِهof parting from him
أَصَبَرْتَ حتى يَوْمَ فُرْقَتِه
يَاO قَلْبُheart والتَّحقيقand in truth ياO حَجَرُstone
يَا قَلْبُ والتَّحقيق يا حَجَرُ
Did you endure until the day of parting from him,
O heart—or, in truth, O stone?
ومُقَرْطَنand an earring-adorned one طَرْفيmy eye لِفُرقَتِهat parting from him
ومُقَرْطَن طَرْفي لِفُرقَتِه
زَنْدٌa fire-stick وحُمْرُand the red ones مَدَامِعِيof my tears شَرَرُsparks
زَنْدٌ وحُمْرُ مَدَامِعِي شَرَرُ
And an earring-adorned one: at parting from him my eye
is a fire-stick, and my red tears are sparks.
Sol 6.1