حبيبdear لقلبيto my heart ماas long as أقامabides حبيبa beloved
حبيب لقلبي ما أقام حبيب
علقتI became attached بهto him والعاشقونand lovers ضروبof many kinds
علقت به والعاشقون ضروب
My beloved is dear to my heart for as long as he abides.
My heart's beloved did not stay, a beloved
I became attached to him, and lovers are of many kinds.
I clung to him while lovers are of kinds
إلىtoward الجانبthe side الغربيwestern منfrom نحوthe direction of أرضهhis land
إلى الجانب الغربي من نحو أرضه
تهبُّblow بأشواقيbearing my longings صباًan east wind وجنوبand a south wind
تهبُّ بأشواقي صباً وجنوب
Toward the western side, from the direction of his land,
Towards the west side of his land I yearn
An east wind and a south wind blow, bearing my longings.
With passion blowing north wind and south
فمنso who ليَfor me أنto ألقاهmeet him والوجهand the face ضاحكsmiling
فمن ليَ أن ألقاه والوجه ضاحك
ووجهand the face عذوليof my reproacher قدalready زواهhas drawn it tight قطوبa frown
ووجه عذولي قد زواه قطوب
Who, then, will grant me a meeting with him, with a smiling face,
So who can I meet with a smiling face
While a frown has drawn my reproacher's face tight?
While my bashful face frowned with grief
ولمand why الزمنَّshould I confine الدمعthe tears عيناًto an eye كليلةweary
ولم الزمنَّ الدمع عيناً كليلة
تغالبstruggles against خيلthe cavalry الدمعof tears وهوwhile it is غلوبever victorious
تغالب خيل الدمع وهو غلوب
And why should I confine tears to a weary eye
Why did time make my eyes teary
That battles the cavalry of tears, though tears ever prevail?
As tears battle and defeat is sure
إذاif لمnot تكنyou are فالعيشthen life ليسis not بطيبpleasant
إذا لم تكن فالعيش ليس بطيب
بلىyes indeed كلevery شيءٍthing فيin لقاكmeeting you يطيبgrows sweet
بلى كل شيءٍ في لقاك يطيب
If you are absent, life is not sweet;
If you are not here living loses joy
Yes, in meeting you, all things grow sweet.
Rather everything with meeting you thrives
وليسand it is not غريبstrange أنthat أبثكI confide to you لوعةburning anguish
وليس غريب أن أبثك لوعة
ولكنbut كتمانconcealment المحبby the lover غريبstrange
ولكن كتمان المحب غريب
And it is not strange that I confide my burning anguish to you,
It's no surprise I tell you my agony
But it is strange for a lover to conceal his feelings.
But a lover hiding his love is strange
وقدand indeed كانthere once was ليfor me قلبa heart جليدsteadfast علىin the face of الهوىpassion
وقد كان لي قلب جليد على الهوى
وصدرand a breast إذاwhen ضاقtightened الخناقthe noose رحيبspacious
وصدر إذا ضاق الخناق رحيب
And once I had a heart steadfast in the face of passion,
My heart once was icy to passion
And a spacious breast even when the noose grew tight.
My chest when distressed was always wide
فمالكso what ails you ياO ظبيgazelle الصريمةof the sand tract نافرfleeing
فمالك يا ظبي الصريمة نافر
كأنيas though I were إذاwhen ماever (emphasis) رمتI sought وصلكunion with you ذيبa wolf
كأني إذا ما رمت وصلك ذيب
So why do you flee, O gazelle of the sand tract,
So why my shy gazelle are you so aloof
As though I were a wolf whenever I sought union with you?
As if I when I aim to join you melt away
Sol 6.1