أسلسلI make flow smoothly أشعاريmy verses وأزجيand send forth قصائديmy poems
أسلسل أشعاري وأزجي قصائدي
وأظهرand reveal أشواقيmy longings وأنتظرand await الفرجrelief
وأظهر أشواقي وأنتظر الفرج
I make my verses flow and send forth my poems.
I unleash my poems and pour out my odes
And reveal my longings and await relief.
Revealing my passions as I await relief
بروحيwith my soul as ransom غزالa gazelle قدhas برانيworn me thin حبهlove for him
بروحي غزال قد براني حبه
وماand not أناI فيin ذاthis الحبlove أولthe first منwho ولجentered
وما أنا في ذا الحب أول من ولج
My soul for a gazelle whose love has worn me thin.
My soul a gazelle struck by his love
Nor am I the first to enter this love.
Though in this love I'm not the first to delve
إذاwhen اليومthe day وافانيcomes to me أنستI find comfort بذكرهin remembering him
إذا اليوم وافاني أنست بذكره
وإنand if جاءcomes ليليmy night زارنيvisits me طيفهhis apparition البهجradiant
وإن جاء ليلي زارني طيفه البهج
When day comes to me, I find comfort in remembering him.
If he visits today, I forget him through chatter
And when my night comes, his radiant apparition visits me.
If night comes, his delightful phantom arrives
فإنand if غابis absent عنfrom عينيmy eye فعنديthen with me خيالهhis image
فإن غاب عن عيني فعندي خياله
وفيand in الروحthe soul مأواهhis abode وفيand in القلبthe heart يختلجhe stirs
وفي الروح مأواه وفي القلب يختلج
And if he is absent from my sight, his image is with me.
If absent from my eyes, still in my soul his image
And his abode is in my soul, and in my heart he stirs.
And in my heart, restless yearning swells
فتحلوso grows sweet بهthrough him دنيايmy world وهيthough it is مريرةbitter
فتحلو به دنياي وهي مريرة
وينسابand flows حبيmy love مثلماjust as النورthe light ينبلجbreaks forth
وينساب حبي مثلما النور ينبلج
So through him my world grows sweet, though it is bitter.
With him, my bitter life tastes sweet
And my love flows just as light breaks forth.
And my love flows like radiance unfurled
إذاwhen عزتis hard to find السلوىsolace نطقتI speak بإسمهwith his name
إذا عزت السلوى نطقت بإسمه
فتنجابso lift away عنfrom نفسيmy soul الشجونsorrows وتنفرجand disperse
فتنجاب عن نفسي الشجون وتنفرج
When solace is hard to find, I utter his name.
When solace proves difficult, I speak his name
So sorrows lift from my soul and disperse.
Sorrows recede and knots unfurl
فإنand if لامنيblame me فيماfor what أقولI say عواذلreproachers
فإن لامني فيما أقول عواذل
فليسthen there is no علىupon المرضىthe sick وفِعلِهمُand their deeds حرجblame
فليس على المرضى وفِعلِهمُ حرج
And if reproachers blame me for what I say,
If blamers chide what I say, O censors
Then no blame lies upon the sick or their deeds.
The sick bear no blame for what they feel
Sol 6.1