سَجَايَاكَyour virtues مِنْfrom طِيْبِthe goodness of أَعْرَاقِهَاtheir roots
سَجَايَاكَ مِنْ طِيْبِ أَعْرَاقِهَا
تُبَاهِيvie with النُّجُومَthe stars بِإِشْرَاقِهَاwith their radiance
تُبَاهِي النُّجُومَ بِإِشْرَاقِهَا
Your virtues, born of their noble roots,
Your cheeks with the fragrance of their veins
vie with the stars in their radiance.
Outshine the stars with their radiance
وَمَاand no لِلْعُفَاةِfor seekers of bounty غِيَاثٌsuccor سِوَاكَother than you
وَمَا لِلْعُفَاةِ غِيَاثٌ سِوَاكَ
كَأَنَّكَas though you are ضَامِنُthe guarantor of أَرْزَاقِهَاtheir livelihoods
كَأَنَّكَ ضَامِنُ أَرْزَاقِهَا
And seekers of bounty have no succor but you,
To the helpless you are the only succor
as though you guarantee their livelihoods.
As if you were the guarantor of their livelihood
وَلَيْلَةُand the night مِيْلادِbirth عِيْسَىJesus الْمَسِيْthe Messiah (opening fragment)
وَلَيْلَةُ مِيْلادِ عِيْسَى الْمَسِيْ
حِMessiah (closing fragment) قَدْindeed طَالَبَتْنِيhas demanded of me بِمِيْثَاقِهَاfor its covenant
حِ قَدْ طَالَبَتْنِي بِمِيْثَاقِهَا
And the night of Jesus the Messiah’s birth
And on the night of Jesus the Messiah’s birth
has called on me to honor its covenant.
It implored me for its covenant
فَتِلْكَso those are قُدُopening fragment of “pots” ورِيremainder of “pots,” with “my” عَلَىupon نَارِهَاits fire
فَتِلْكَ قُدُ ورِي عَلَى نَارِهَا
وَفَاكِهَتِيand my fruit فَوْقَupon أَطْباقِهَاits platters
وَفَاكِهَتِي فَوْقَ أَطْباقِهَا
So there are my pots upon its fire,
So those are my pots on the fire
and my fruit upon its platters.
And my fruits above their vessels
وَبِنْتُand the daughter الزَّمَانِtime فَقَدْso indeed أُبْرِزَتْhas been brought forth
وَبِنْتُ الزَّمَانِ فَقَدْ أُبْرِزَتْ
مِنَfrom الْخِدْرِthe curtained chamber تُجْلَىis unveiled لِعُشَّاقِهَاfor her lovers
مِنَ الْخِدْرِ تُجْلَى لِعُشَّاقِهَا
And the daughter of time has been brought forth
The girl of the times has emerged
from the curtained chamber, unveiled for her lovers.
From the tents, pure for her lovers
وَقَدْand indeed قَامَتِhas sprung to life السُّوقُthe market بِالْمُسْمِعَاتِwith women singers
وَقَدْ قَامَتِ السُّوقُ بِالْمُسْمِعَاتِ
وَبِالْمُسْمِعِيْنَand with men singers عَلَىon سَاقِهَاits leg
وَبِالْمُسْمِعِيْنَ عَلَى سَاقِهَا
And the market has sprung to life with women singers,
The markets are bustling with girls
and men singers, in full swing.
And men frequenting its lanes
فَكُنْso be مُهْدِيَاًa giver of gifts لِيto me فَدَتْكَmay they ransom you النُّفُوسُthe souls
فَكُنْ مُهْدِيَاً لِي فَدَتْكَ النُّفُوسُ
بِجُودِكَthrough your generosity مُسْكَةَlife-sustaining means أَرْمَاقِهَاtheir last breaths
بِجُودِكَ مُسْكَةَ أَرْمَاقِهَا
So grant me a gift—may souls be your ransom—
So be my guide, lives be sacrificed for you
through your bounty, sustenance for their last breaths:
With your generosity the cure of their eyelids
نَظَائِرَcounterparts صُفْرَاًyellow غَدَتْhave become فِتْنَةًan enchantment
نَظَائِرَ صُفْرَاً غَدَتْ فِتْنَةً
بِلُطْفِthrough delicacy زُرْقَةُblueness أَحْدَاقِهَاtheir pupils
بِلُطْفِ زُرْقَةُ أَحْدَاقِهَا
yellow counterparts, grown enchanting
The like of saffron, allurement has become
through the delicate blue of their pupils;
With the charm of the blueness of her eyes
وَمِثْلَand the like of الأَفَاعِيvipers إِذَاwhen أُلْهِبَتْare set alight
وَمِثْلَ الأَفَاعِي إِذَا أُلْهِبَتْ
حَرِيْقَاًa blaze مَخَافَةَfor fear of دِرْيَاقِهَاtheir antidote
حَرِيْقَاً مَخَافَةَ دِرْيَاقِهَا
and things like vipers, when set alight,
And like snakes when enflamed
in a blaze, for fear of their antidote.
Fearing the burning of their abodes
Sol 6.1