يَاO عُيُونَاًeyes تَسْقِيgive drink to العُيُونَthe eyes الرَّحِيقَاthe nectar
يَا عُيُونَاً تَسْقِي العُيُونَ الرَّحِيقَا
وَاصِلِيkeep company with مُدْمِناًa drunkard أَبىrefused أَنْto يُفِيقَاsober up
وَاصِلِي مُدْمِناً أَبى أَنْ يُفِيقَا
O eyes that give the eyes nectar to drink,
O eyes that quench souls with nectar
Keep company with a drunkard who refuses to sober.
And join a drunk who refuses to awaken
أَسْكِرِينِيintoxicate me عَلَىfor الدَّوَامِall time وَأَفْنِيand consume
أَسْكِرِينِي عَلَى الدَّوَامِ وَأَفْنِي
مُهْجَتِيmy lifeblood أَدْمُعاًtears وَعَزْمِيand my resolve حَرِيقاa blaze
مُهْجَتِي أَدْمُعاً وَعَزْمِي حَرِيقا
Intoxicate me forever, and consume
Intoxicate me always and exhaust
My lifeblood in tears and my resolve in flame.
My passions with tears and fiery resolve
تِلْكَthat خَمْرُthe wine الحيَاةِof life مَنْwhoever لَمْhas not يَذَقْهَاtasted it
تِلْكَ خَمْرُ الحيَاةِ مَنْ لَمْ يَذَقْهَا
مَرَّةًonce لَيْسis not بِالحَياةِof life خَلِيقَاworthy
مَرَّةً لَيْس بِالحَياةِ خَلِيقَا
That is the wine of life; whoever has not tasted it
That is life's wine, he who has not tasted it
Once is unworthy of life.
Once, is unfit for life
وَهْيَand it is حُسْنُthe beauty الحَيَاةِof life سَعْداًhappiness وَبُؤْساًand misery
وَهْيَ حُسْنُ الحَيَاةِ سَعْداً وَبُؤْساً
وَاصْطِبَاحاًand morning drinking لِشَرْبِهَاfor drinking it وَغَبُوقَاand evening drinking
وَاصْطِبَاحاً لِشَرْبِهَا وَغَبُوقَا
It is life's beauty, in happiness and misery,
It is life's beauty, in joy and sorrow
And in drinking it morning and evening.
And in drinking it, rapture and confusion
أَنْتِyou يَاO مَنwho سَقَتْgave drink to فؤَادِيmy heart مِنْهَاfrom it
أَنْتِ يَا مَن سَقَتْ فؤَادِي مِنْهَا
حَرَّheat وَجْدٍpassion وَلَوْعَةٍand anguish وَخُفوقَاand throbbing
حَرَّ وَجْدٍ وَلَوْعَةٍ وَخُفوقَا
You, O you who gave my heart to drink of it
You are the one who my heart drank from it
The heat of passion, anguish, and throbbing:
Passion and torment and trembling
إِظْلمِينِيwrong me مَاas much as شَاءَwills ظُلْمُكِyour injustice وَانْهِيand forbid
إِظْلمِينِي مَا شَاءَ ظُلْمُكِ وَانْهِي
آمِرcommander الحُسْنِof beauty أَنْto يَكُونَbe شَفِيقَاcompassionate
آمِر الحُسْنِ أَنْ يَكُونَ شَفِيقَا
Wrong me as much as your cruelty wills, and forbid
Oppress me as much as your oppression wills
Beauty's commander to be compassionate.
And command beauty to be gentle
عَذِّبِينِيtorment me فَقَدْfor indeed جَنَيْتُI sinned عَلَىagainst
عَذِّبِينِي فَقَدْ جَنَيْتُ عَلَى
نَفْسِيmyself وَأَمْسَيْتُand I became بِالْعِقَابِof punishment حَقِيقَاdeserving
نَفْسِي وَأَمْسَيْتُ بِالْعِقَابِ حَقِيقَا
Torment me, for I have sinned against
Torment me for I have wronged
Myself, and have become deserving of punishment.
Myself and truly deserved the punishment
فَلِهَذاso for this العِقَابِthe punishment عَاوَدْتُI returned to حُبِّيmy love
فَلِهَذا العِقَابِ عَاوَدْتُ حُبِّي
وَلأَلْقَاهُand to meet it خُنْتُI betrayed عَهْداًa pledge وَثِيقَاbinding
وَلأَلْقَاهُ خُنْتُ عَهْداً وَثِيقَا
So for this punishment I returned to my love,
So for this punishment I renewed my love
And to face it I broke a binding pledge.
And broke a solemn vow
رُبَّmany a لَيْلٍnight مُحَيَّرُbewildered النَّجمِthe star غَضٍّfresh
رُبَّ لَيْلٍ مُحَيَّرُ النَّجمِ غَضٍّ
فِيهِin it لاnot يَهْتَدِيfinds his way الضَّلولُthe lost wanderer طَرِيقَاa path
فِيهِ لا يَهْتَدِي الضَّلولُ طَرِيقَا
Many a fresh night, its star bewildered,
Many a night that bewilders the stars
In which the wanderer cannot find a path,
In which the lost cannot find a path
ضَمَّنيenfolded me مُثْقَلاًburdened بِهَمِّيby my grief كَبَحْرٍlike a sea
ضَمَّني مُثْقَلاً بِهَمِّي كَبَحْرٍ
ضَمَّenfolded فِيin جَوْفِهِits depths الْبَعيدِdistant غَرِيقَاa drowned man
ضَمَّ فِي جَوْفِهِ الْبَعيدِ غَرِيقَا
Enfolded me, burdened by my grief, like a sea
It gathered me burdened with worries like a sea
That enfolded a drowned man in its distant depths.
That gathered the distant drowned in its depths
أَحْسِبُI reckon السُّرْجَthe lamps فِيin حَشَاهُits bosom قُرُوحاًsores
أَحْسِبُ السُّرْجَ فِي حَشَاهُ قُرُوحاً
وَأَرىand I see الشَّهبَthe shooting stars فِيin سَمَاهُits sky حُرُوقاburns
وَأَرى الشَّهبَ فِي سَمَاهُ حُرُوقا
I take the lamps within its bosom for sores,
I think the Pleiades are wounds in its chest
And see the shooting stars in its sky as burns.
And I see meteors as burns in its sky
فِيهِin it نَامَتْslept سُعَادُSu'ad نَوْماًa sleep هَنِيئاًpeaceful
فِيهِ نَامَتْ سُعَادُ نَوْماً هَنِيئاً
وَتَسَهَّدْتُand I lay awake مُسْتهَاماًlovesick مَشُوقَاyearning
وَتَسَهَّدْتُ مُسْتهَاماً مَشُوقَا
In it Su'ad slept a peaceful sleep,
In it, happiness slept a blissful sleep
While I lay awake, lovesick and yearning.
While I sighed longing and sleepless
حَيْثُمَاwherever وَارَتْنِيconcealed me دُجَاهُits darkness غُرُوباًat sunset
حَيْثُمَا وَارَتْنِي دُجَاهُ غُرُوباً
أَبْصَرَتْنِيsaw me عَيْنُthe eye الصَّباحِof morning شُرُوقَاat sunrise
أَبْصَرَتْنِي عَيْنُ الصَّباحِ شُرُوقَا
Wherever its darkness concealed me at sunset,
Wherever its darkness covered me at sunset
The eye of morning saw me at sunrise.
The eye of dawn saw me shining
قَدْindeed تَلَقَّيتُهُI met it وَكَاَنand it was كَثِيفاًdense
قَدْ تَلَقَّيتُهُ وَكَاَن كَثِيفاً
ثُمَّthen وَدَعْتُهُI bade it farewell وَكَانَand it was رَقِيقَاthin
ثُمَّ وَدَعْتُهُ وَكَانَ رَقِيقَا
I had met it when it was dense,
I met it while thick
Then bade it farewell when it was thin.
Then bid it farewell while delicate
رَقَّit grew thin فَانْحَلَّthen dissolved فَانْتَفَىthen vanished غَيْرَwithout مُبْقٍleaving
رَقَّ فَانْحَلَّ فَانْتَفَى غَيْرَ مُبْقٍ
لِيَfor me مِنْهُof it إِلاّexcept خَيَالاًa phantom دَقِيقَاfaint
لِيَ مِنْهُ إِلاّ خَيَالاً دَقِيقَا
It thinned, then dissolved, then vanished, leaving
It softened, dissolved and vanished
Me nothing of itself but a faint phantom.
Leaving me no trace but a slight illusion
ظَلَّremained فِيat جَانِبِيmy side نَحِيلاًthin نُحُولِيmy thinness
ظَلَّ فِي جَانِبِي نَحِيلاً نُحُولِي
كَالشَّقيقِlike the brother الأَبَرَّmost devoted يَرْعَىtends شَقِيقاa brother
كَالشَّقيقِ الأَبَرَّ يَرْعَى شَقِيقا
It remained beside me, as thin as I,
It remained slim and lean by my side
Like the most devoted brother tending a brother.
Like the red anemone grazing a twin
أَيُّهاO النَّائِمُونَsleepers يَهْنِيكُمُmay it delight you النَّوْsleep (first part)
أَيُّها النَّائِمُونَ يَهْنِيكُمُ النَّوْ
مَsleep (final part) وَلاَand may never زَالَcease حَظيَmy lot التَّأرِيقَاsleeplessness
مَ وَلاَ زَالَ حَظيَ التَّأرِيقَا
O sleepers, may sleep delight you,
O you sleeping whom slumber makes happy
And may sleeplessness ever remain my lot.
While my wakefulness still persists
إِنْif يَكُare السَّاهِرُونَthe wakeful مِثْلِيlike me كَثِيراًmany
إِنْ يَكُ السَّاهِرُونَ مِثْلِي كَثِيراً
فَسُعَادٌthen Su'ad أَسَمَىloftiest وَأَسْنَىand most radiant عَشِيقَاas a beloved
فَسُعَادٌ أَسَمَى وَأَسْنَى عَشِيقَا
If the wakeful like me are many,
If the sleepless were many like me
Then Su'ad is the loftiest and most radiant beloved.
Happiness would be supreme and elegant
فَاتِنِيwhat enchants me مِنْamong جَمَالَهاher beauty الوجْهُthe face طَلْقاًradiant
فَاتِنِي مِنْ جَمَالَها الوجْهُ طَلْقاً
لاَnot يُبَاهَىrivaled وَالْقَدُّand the figure لَدْناًsupple رَشِيقَاgraceful
لاَ يُبَاهَى وَالْقَدُّ لَدْناً رَشِيقَا
What enchants me in her beauty is her radiant face,
Her face's beauty evaded me openly
Unrivaled, and her supple, graceful figure.
Not to be boasted of, and figure so graceful
فَاتِنِيwhat enchants me عَقْلُهَاher mind الَّذِيwhich يُبْدِعُcreates الخَاthe thought (first part)
فَاتِنِي عَقْلُهَا الَّذِي يُبْدِعُ الخَا
طِرَthought (final part) رُوحاًa soul وَهَيْكَلاًand a body وَعُرُوقَاand veins
طِرَ رُوحاً وَهَيْكَلاً وَعُرُوقَا
What enchants me is her mind, which creates a thought
Her mind which conceives the thoughts escaped me
With a soul, a body, and veins.
A spirit, a body, and veins
فَاتِنِيwhat enchants me نَظْمُهَاher composing الْقَرِيضَverse فَمَاfor not
فَاتِنِي نَظْمُهَا الْقَرِيضَ فَمَا
تَنْظِمُshe strings عَقْداًa necklace فِيon جِيدِهَاher neck مَنْسُوقَاarranged
تَنْظِمُ عَقْداً فِي جِيدِهَا مَنْسُوقَا
What enchants me is her composing verse, for she does not
Her rhymed prose escaped me
String a neatly arranged necklace about her neck.
Does not string pearls on her neck harmoniously
فَاتِنِيwhat enchants me لُطْفُهَاher gentleness الَّذِيwhich يُنْعِشُrevives الوَجْدَpassion
فَاتِنِي لُطْفُهَا الَّذِي يُنْعِشُ الوَجْدَ
وَلَوْand if شَاءَit wished أَنْعَشَwould revive التَّوْفِيقَاsuccess
وَلَوْ شَاءَ أَنْعَشَ التَّوْفِيقَا
What enchants me is her gentleness, which revives passion,
Her gentleness which enlivens passion escaped me
And, were it willing, would revive success.
And if it wished could revive concord
وَيُقِيمُand raises الآمَالَhopes فِيin النَّفْسِthe soul كَالنوlike light (first part)
وَيُقِيمُ الآمَالَ فِي النَّفْسِ كَالنو
رِlight (final part) يُحِيلُturns البُذُورَseeds زَهْراًflowers أَنِيقَاelegant
رِ يُحِيلُ البُذُورَ زَهْراً أَنِيقَا
And raises hopes within the soul, like light
And establish hopes in the soul like light
That turns seeds into elegant flowers.
That transforms seeds into delicate flowers
فِتَنٌcharms قَيَّدَتْshe bound بِهِنَّwith them فُؤَادِيmy heart
فِتَنٌ قَيَّدَتْ بِهِنَّ فُؤَادِي
وَأَرَانِيand I see myself إِذَاif شَكَوْتُI complain عَقُوقَاungrateful
وَأَرَانِي إِذَا شَكَوْتُ عَقُوقَا
Charms with which she bound my heart,
Charms that shackled my heart with them
And I see myself as ungrateful if I complain.
And showed me, whenever I complained, disobedience
كُلُّevery مُسْتَأْسَرٍcaptive يَوَدُّdesires انْطِلاَقاًrelease
كُلُّ مُسْتَأْسَرٍ يَوَدُّ انْطِلاَقاً
وَشَقَائِيand my misery بِأَنْin that أَكُونَI am طَلِيقَاfree
وَشَقَائِي بِأَنْ أَكُونَ طَلِيقَا
Every captive desires release,
Every captive wishes to break free
Yet my misery lies in being free.
And my misfortune to become untied
Sol 6.1