أمقَلِّداًO one adorning جيديmy neck بِعقدِwith the necklace نِظامهْof his verse
أمقَلِّداً جيدي بِعقدِ نِظامهْ
وَمَشنِّفاًand bedecking سَمعيmy hearing بَدُرِّwith the pearls كَلامهْof his words
وَمَشنِّفاً سَمعي بَدُرِّ كَلامهْ
O one adorning my neck with the necklace of his verse,
And decking my hearing with the pearls of his words,
وَمُنزِهاًand delighting طَرفيmy gaze بِرَونَقِwith the lustre حبرِهِof his ink
وَمُنزِهاً طَرفي بِرَونَقِ حبرِهِ
لَماwhen تَجلَّىshone forth النُورُthe light ضِمنَwithin ظَلامِهْits darkness
لَما تَجلَّى النُورُ ضِمنَ ظَلامِهْ
And delighting my gaze with the lustre of his ink,
When light shone forth within its darkness,
وَمنبِّهاًand awakening فكريmy mind بِحُسنِwith the beauty قَريضهِof his poetry
وَمنبِّهاً فكري بِحُسنِ قَريضهِ
وَأَناand I المطاشthe one made dizzy بسحرهby his magic وَمَدامِهْand his wine
وَأَنا المطاش بسحره وَمَدامِهْ
And awakening my mind with the beauty of his poetry,
While I am made dizzy by his magic and his wine—
أَفديI would ransom الهِلالthe crescent الكامِلcomplete النُورin light الَّذيwho
أَفدي الهِلال الكامِل النُور الَّذي
فيat صَدرِthe outset of غرَّتهِhis first appearance وَفىattained بِتمامِهْto his fullness
في صَدرِ غرَّتهِ وَفى بِتمامِهْ
I would ransom the crescent, full of light, who
At the outset of his appearance had attained fullness.
أَهدىhe gave إليَّto me عَروسَa bride نَظمٍof verse قَدindeed جَلتshe unveiled
أَهدى إليَّ عَروسَ نَظمٍ قَد جَلت
وَجهاًa face رَأَيتُI saw الحسنَbeauty تحتَbeneath لِثامِهْits veil
وَجهاً رَأَيتُ الحسنَ تحتَ لِثامِهْ
He gave me a bride of verse, who unveiled
A face beneath whose veil I saw beauty.
عَربيةٌan Arab maiden نَزَلَتshe came عَليَّto me فهيَّجتso she stirred
عَربيةٌ نَزَلَت عَليَّ فهيَّجت
فيin الحَيِّthe clan صَبوةَthe youthful longing شَيخِهِof its elder وَغُلامِهْand its youth
في الحَيِّ صَبوةَ شَيخِهِ وَغُلامِهْ
An Arab maiden came to me and stirred
In the clan, the youthful longing of its elder and its youth.
بَثَتshe poured forth مِنof الأَشواقِthe longings ماwhat لَمhad not يُعدِنِيinfected me
بَثَت مِن الأَشواقِ ما لَم يُعدِنِي
مِماof what لَقَدindeed شَعَرَتshe felt بَحرِّthe heat of ضَرامِهْits blaze
مِما لَقَد شَعَرَت بَحرِّ ضَرامِهْ
She poured forth longings that had not infected me,
Of those whose blazing heat she had indeed felt.
شَوقٌlonging عَلىat الذِكرىremembrance يَهِيجُsurges فَيَنثَنيthen bends
شَوقٌ عَلى الذِكرى يَهِيجُ فَيَنثَني
قَلبيmy heart رَهينَcaptive to هُيامهits passion وَسقامِهْand its sickness
قَلبي رَهينَ هُيامه وَسقامِهْ
Longing surges at remembrance; then bends
My heart, captive to its passion and its sickness.
هَذاthis كِتابُa letter مُتَيَّمٍof a love-stricken man أَلقىhe cast بِهِthrough it
هَذا كِتابُ مُتَيَّمٍ أَلقى بِهِ
نيرانَthe fires صَبوتِهِof his longing وَبَردَand the coolness سَلامِهْof his greeting
نيرانَ صَبوتِهِ وَبَردَ سَلامِهْ
This is a love-stricken man's letter; through it he has sent
The fires of his longing and the coolness of his greeting.
طُوِيَتْwere folded عَلىaround قَلبيmy heart صَفائحُthe sheets طِرسِهِof his manuscript
طُوِيَتْ عَلى قَلبي صَفائحُ طِرسِهِ
وَسَوادُand the blackness عَينيof my eye كانَwas مسكَthe musk خِتامِهْof its seal
وَسَوادُ عَيني كانَ مسكَ خِتامِهْ
The sheets of his manuscript were folded around my heart,
And the black of my eye was the musk of its seal.
Sol 6.1