مُقْلَةٌan eye بِالدَّمْعِwith tears مُنْبَجِسَهْgushing
مُقْلَةٌ بِالدَّمْعِ مُنْبَجِسَهْ
وَحَشًىand a breast بِالوَجْدِwith longing مُلْتَبِسَهْentangled
وَحَشًى بِالوَجْدِ مُلْتَبِسَهْ
An eye gushing with tears,
A heart overflowing with tears,
And a breast entangled in longing,
And passion mixed with sadness.
وَفُؤَادٌand a heart شَفَّهُwore it thin قَمَرٌa moon
وَفُؤَادٌ شَفَّهُ قَمَرٌ
يَتْرُكُleaves الأَلْبَابَminds مُخْتَلِسَهْstolen away
يَتْرُكُ الأَلْبَابَ مُخْتَلِسَهْ
And a heart worn thin by a moon
A moon-like heart enchanted,
Who leaves minds stolen away.
Stealing minds with its brightness.
دُوْنَهُbefore him مَوْلًىa master يُحَجِّبُهُkeeps him secluded
دُوْنَهُ مَوْلًى يُحَجِّبُهُ
مُلْزِمٌkeeping stationed أَبْوَابَهُhis doors حَرَسَهْhis guards
مُلْزِمٌ أَبْوَابَهُ حَرَسَهْ
Before him stands a master who keeps him secluded,
Protecting it is its devotee,
Keeping his guards posted at his doors,
Guarding its doors without cease,
حَذَراًout of fear مِنْهُon his part عَلَىfor رَشَأٍa young gazelle
حَذَراً مِنْهُ عَلَى رَشَأٍ
صَادَcaught قَلْبَthe heart of اللَّيْثِthe lion فَافْتَرَسَهْand then devoured it
صَادَ قَلْبَ اللَّيْثِ فَافْتَرَسَهْ
Out of his fear for a young gazelle
Wary of it, though very gentle,
That caught the lion's heart and devoured it.
It captured the fierce lion's peace.
وَدَّhe wished مِنْbecause of إٍفْرَاطِthe excess of غَيْرَتِهِhis jealousy
وَدَّ مِنْ إٍفْرَاطِ غَيْرَتِهِ
لَوْthat تَكُونُmight be الرِّيْحُthe wind مُحْتَبِسَهْheld captive
لَوْ تَكُونُ الرِّيْحُ مُحْتَبِسَهْ
He wished, in his excessive jealousy,
Zealously its secrets keeping,
That the wind might be held captive,
As if winds themselves had ceased.
خَائِفَاًfearing مِنْlest أَنْthat تَجرَّit might carry إِلَىto
خَائِفَاً مِنْ أَنْ تَجرَّ إِلَى
نَفْسِيmy soul فِيin سَيْرِهَاits passage نَفَسَهْhis breath
نَفْسِي فِي سَيْرِهَا نَفَسَهْ
Fearing that it might carry to
Fearing it would bare my soul,
My soul, as it passes, his breath.
If I but whispered its name.
Sol 6.1