إِلىto اللَهِGod أَشكوI complain of لاnot إِلىto الناسِpeople حُبُّهاlove for her
إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو لا إِلى الناسِ حُبُّها
وَلاand no بُدَّescape مِنfrom شَكوىa lament حَبيبٍa lover يُوَدِّعُbids farewell
وَلا بُدَّ مِن شَكوى حَبيبٍ يُوَدِّعُ
To God, not to people, I lament my love for her.
To God I complain, not to people, of her love,
And a lover bidding farewell cannot help but lament.
And a lover must complain of his beloved when he bids her adieu.
إِذاwhen قُلتُI said هَذاthis حينَthe time أَسلوI cease pining ذَكَرتُهاI remembered her
إِذا قُلتُ هَذا حينَ أَسلو ذَكَرتُها
فَظَلَّتso it kept لَهاfor her نَفسيmy soul تَتوقُyearns وَتَنزَعُand longs
فَظَلَّت لَها نَفسي تَتوقُ وَتَنزَعُ
Whenever I say, "This is the time to cease pining," I remember her,
When I say this as I yearn for her, she comes to mind,
So my soul keeps yearning and longing for her.
And for her my soul continues longing and writhing in agony.
أَلاwill you not تَتَّقينَyou fear اللَهَGod فيconcerning حُبِّthe love of عاشِقٍa lover
أَلا تَتَّقينَ اللَهَ في حُبِّ عاشِقٍ
لَهُhe has كَبِدٌa liver حَرّىburning عَلَيكِfor you تَصَدَّعُsplits apart
لَهُ كَبِدٌ حَرّى عَلَيكِ تَصَدَّعُ
Will you not fear God concerning the love of a lover
Will you not fear God regarding the love of a lover
Whose burning liver is splitting apart for you?
Whose liver is burnt for you and split open?
غَريبٌa stranger مَسوقٌdriven بِاِدِّكارِكُمby remembering you all
غَريبٌ مَسوقٌ بِاِدِّكارِكُم
وَكُلُّand every غَريبِstranger الدارِhome بِالشَوقِby longing مولَعُconsumed
وَكُلُّ غَريبِ الدارِ بِالشَوقِ مولَعُ
A stranger, driven by remembrance of you all,
A stranger I am, lured by your memory,
And every stranger far from home is consumed by longing.
And every stranger far from home yearns and craves.
وَجَدَتI felt غَداةَthe morning of البَينِparting إِذwhen بنتyou departed زَفرَةًa sigh
وَجَدَت غَداةَ البَينِ إِذ بنت زَفرَةً
وَكادَتand nearly لَهاbecause of it نَفسيmy soul عَلَيكَover you تَصَدَّعُsplits apart
وَكادَت لَها نَفسي عَلَيكَ تَصَدَّعُ
On the morning of parting, when you left, I felt a sigh,
When we parted I found the next morning my tears flow
And at that sigh my soul nearly split apart over you.
And for you my soul almost burst within.
وَأَصبَحتُand I became مِمّاbecause of what أَحدَثَbrought about الدَهرُtime خاشِعاًhumbled
وَأَصبَحتُ مِمّا أَحدَثَ الدَهرُ خاشِعاً
وَكُنتُand I was لِرَيبِbefore the misfortunes of الدَهرِtime لاnot أَتَضَعضَعُI falter
وَكُنتُ لِرَيبِ الدَهرِ لا أَتَضَعضَعُ
And I have become humbled by what time has brought about,
So I became humbled by the blows of fate
Yet I once stood unshaken before time's misfortunes.
And from the blows of fate I do not waver.
فَماso no فيin حَياةٍlife بَعدَafter مَوتِكyour death رَغبَةٌdesire
فَما في حَياةٍ بَعدَ مَوتِك رَغبَةٌ
وَلاand no فيin وِصالٍunion بَعدَafter هَجرِكَyour abandonment مَطمَعُhope
وَلا في وِصالٍ بَعدَ هَجرِكَ مَطمَعُ
So I have no desire for life after your death,
After your death I crave no life
And no hope of union after your abandonment.
And after your estrangement I crave no union.
وَماand no لِلهَوىfor passion وَالحُبِّand love بَعدَكafter you لذَّةٌdelight
وَما لِلهَوى وَالحُبِّ بَعدَك لذَّةٌ
وَماتَand died الهَوىpassion وَالحُبُّand love بَعدَكafter you أَجمَعُaltogether
وَماتَ الهَوى وَالحُبُّ بَعدَك أَجمَعُ
And after you, passion and love hold no delight;
No pleasures are there for love after you,
And after you, passion and love have died altogether.
For after you love and loving are dead altogether.
إِذاwhen قُلتُI said هَذاthis حينَthe time أَسلوI cease pining وَأَجتَريand I dare
إِذا قُلتُ هَذا حينَ أَسلو وَأَجتَري
عَلىto هَجرِهاforsaking her ظَلَّتkept لَهاfor her النَفسُthe soul تَشفَعُintercedes
عَلى هَجرِها ظَلَّت لَها النَفسُ تَشفَعُ
Whenever I say, "This is the time to cease pining," and dare
When I say this as I blame myself and make excuses
to forsake her, my soul keeps interceding for her.
For her estrangement, my soul intercedes for her.
وَإِنand if لُمتُI reproached نَفسيmyself كَيفَhow أَنّيthat I هَجَرتُهاI forsook her
وَإِن لُمتُ نَفسي كَيفَ أَنّي هَجَرتُها
وَرُمتُand I sought صُدوداًturning away ظَلَّتkept العَينُthe eye تَدمَعُweeps
وَرُمتُ صُدوداً ظَلَّت العَينُ تَدمَعُ
And if I reproach myself for how I forsook her,
And if I blame my soul, how can I estrange her
And seek to turn away, my eye keeps shedding tears.
When she approaches with tears streaming from my eyes?
فَياso, O قَلبُheart خَبِّرنيtell me فَلَستَfor you are not بِفاعِلٍgoing to do so
فَيا قَلبُ خَبِّرني فَلَستَ بِفاعِلٍ
إِذاif لَمnot تَنَلyou attain وَاِستَأسَرَتand you are taken captive كَيفَhow تَصنَعُyou do
إِذا لَم تَنَل وَاِستَأسَرَت كَيفَ تَصنَعُ
So, O heart, tell me—though you will not do so—
So, my heart, tell me. You can do nothing else,
If you do not win her and are taken captive, what will you do?
If she will not be yours, what can you do?
وَقَدand already قَرَعَstruck الواشونَthe slanderers فيهاconcerning her لَكَfor you العَصاthe staff
وَقَد قَرَعَ الواشونَ فيها لَكَ العَصا
وَإِنَّand indeed العَصاthe staff كانَتwas لِذيfor one possessed of الحِلمِdiscernment تُقرَعُis struck
وَإِنَّ العَصا كانَت لِذي الحِلمِ تُقرَعُ
And the slanderers have already tapped the staff to warn you about her;
Misfortune’s stick has struck you regarding her.
And indeed, the staff was struck for those with discernment.
But that stick is made to strike the wise.
فَياso, O رَبُّLord حَبِّبنيmake me beloved إِلَيهاto her وَأَعطِنيand grant me الthe
فَيا رَبُّ حَبِّبني إِلَيها وَأَعطِني ال
مَوَدَّةَaffection مِنهاfrom her أَنتَYou تُعطيyou give وَتَمنَعُand you withhold
مَوَدَّةَ مِنها أَنتَ تُعطي وَتَمنَعُ
So, O Lord, make me dear to her, and grant me the
O Lord, make me love her and give me
affection from her; You give and withhold.
Affection from her. You give and You deprive.
Sol 6.1