وَدِدتُI wished وَماand not تُغنيavails الوِدادَةُwishing أَنَّنيthat I
وَدِدتُ وَما تُغني الوِدادَةُ أَنَّني
بِماof what فيin ضَميرِthe heart الحاجِبِبَّةِal-Hajibibbah (unclear as written) عالِمُaware
بِما في ضَميرِ الحاجِبِبَّةِ عالِمُ
I wished—though wishing avails nothing—that I
I yearned, though yearning avails not, that I knew
knew what lies in al-Hajibibbah's heart.
What's in the mind of the frowning, veiled belle;
فَإِنthen if كانَit was خَيراًgood سَرَّنيit gladdened me وَعَلِمتُهُand I knew it
فَإِن كانَ خَيراً سَرَّني وَعَلِمتُهُ
وَإِنand if كانَit was شَرّاًbad لَمdid not تَلُمنيblame me اللَوائِمُthe reproaching women
وَإِن كانَ شَرّاً لَم تَلُمني اللَوائِمُ
Then, if it were good, it would gladden me, and I would know it;
If 'twere but good, it gladdened me, and I learned it;
and if it were bad, the reproaching women would not blame me.
If ill, no blame from blamers came on me to dwell.
وَماand never ذَكَرَتكِremembered you النَفسُthe soul إِلّاexcept that تَفَرَّقَتit divided
وَما ذَكَرَتكِ النَفسُ إِلّا تَفَرَّقَت
فَريقَينِtwo parts مِنهاof it عاذِرٌone excusing ليfor me وَلائِمُand one reproaching
فَريقَينِ مِنها عاذِرٌ لي وَلائِمُ
My soul never remembered you without dividing
Whene'er my soul did mention thee, it parted
into two parts: one excusing me, the other reproaching.
In twain: one half excused me, one did chide and quell.
فَريقٌone part أَبىrefused أَنto يَقبَلَaccept الضَيمَoppression عَنوَةًunder compulsion
فَريقٌ أَبى أَن يَقبَلَ الضَيمَ عَنوَةً
وَآخِرُand another مِنهاof it قابِلُaccepting الضَيمِoppression راغِمُunwillingly humbled
وَآخِرُ مِنها قابِلُ الضَيمِ راغِمُ
One part refused to accept oppression under compulsion;
One half refused capriciously to swallow
another part accepted oppression, humbled against its will.
Insult; one half was swallowing insults fell.
أَروحُI go at dusk وَأَغدوand I go at dawn مِنbecause of هَواكِlove of you وَأَستَريand I travel by night
أَروحُ وَأَغدو مِن هَواكِ وَأَستَري
وَفيand in النَفسِthe soul مِمّاfrom what قَدalready عَلِمتِyou knew عَلاقِمُbitter colocynths
وَفي النَفسِ مِمّا قَد عَلِمتِ عَلاقِمُ
For love of you, I go at dusk and dawn and travel by night,
I visit thee and hie me home, by passion driven,
with bitter colocynths in my soul from what you already know,
And in my soul is that which shall for aye remain.
إِلىto أَهلِthe people of أَجنادَينِAjnadayn مِنfrom أَرضِthe land of مَنبِجٍManbij
إِلى أَهلِ أَجنادَينِ مِن أَرضِ مَنبِجٍ
عَلىamid الهَولِterror إِذwhen ضَفرُbraiding القُوىthe rope-strands مُتَلاحِمُtightly interwoven
عَلى الهَولِ إِذ ضَفرُ القُوى مُتَلاحِمُ
to the people of Ajnadayn, from the land of Manbij,
To Anjádán's lord in Mambij's land I'm faring
amid terror, when the braided rope-strands are tightly interwoven.
For fear, when warrior tribes be dashed together fain.
وَماand what لَستُI am not مِنof نُصحيmy sincere counsel أَخاكَyour brother بِمُنكَرٍone who disavows
وَما لَستُ مِن نُصحي أَخاكَ بِمُنكَرٍ
بِبُطنانَat Butnan إِذwhen أَهلُthe people of القِبابِthe pavilions عَماعِمُthrongs
بِبُطنانَ إِذ أَهلُ القِبابِ عَماعِمُ
And what I do not disavow of my sincere counsel to your brother,
No ignoble friend am I to chide thee basely
at Butnan, when the people of the pavilions were in throngs,
When mail-coats glint and glaives in war their lightnings rain.
سَيَأتيwill reach أَميرَthe Commander of المُؤمِنينَthe Faithful وَدونَهُand before him
سَيَأتي أَميرَ المُؤمِنينَ وَدونَهُ
رُحابٌRuhab وَأَنهارُand the rivers of البُضَيعِal-Budayʿ وَجاسِمُand Jasim
رُحابٌ وَأَنهارُ البُضَيعِ وَجاسِمُ
will reach the Commander of the Faithful, though before him lie
The Prince of True Believers soon shall lead his armies
Ruhab, the rivers of al-Budayʿ, and Jasim:
And in his rear be mansions wide and gardens sweet and fain,
ثَنائيmy praise تُنَمّيهِcarry it onward عَلَيَّon my behalf وَمِدحَتيand my panegyric
ثَنائي تُنَمّيهِ عَلَيَّ وَمِدحَتي
سَمامٌswift she-camels عَلىupon رُكبانِهِنَّtheir riders العَمائِمُthe turbans
سَمامٌ عَلى رُكبانِهِنَّ العَمائِمُ
my praise and my panegyric, carried onward on my behalf by
While daily my adversity and praise of thee
swift-like she-camels, with turbans upon their riders.
Like saddle-bags shall carry those who robes of honor gain.
Sol 6.1