زمّارتيmy pipe فيin الحقولthe fields كمhow often صدحتْshe sang out
زمّارتي في الحقول كم صدحتْ
فكدتُso I almost منfrom فرحتيmy joy أطيرُfly بهاwith her!
فكدتُ من فرحتي أطيرُ بها!
My pipe—how often she sang out in the fields,
My flute in the meadows - how it rang out!
Till, in my joy, I almost flew with her!
I almost flew from joy with it!
الجَدْيُthe kid فيin مرتعيmy pasture يراقصُـهاdances with her
الجَدْيُ في مرتعي يراقصُـها
والنَّحْلand the bees فيon ربوتيmy hillock يُجاوبُهاanswer her
والنَّحْل في ربوتي يُجاوبُها
The kid in my pasture dances with her,
The stream in my pasture dances to it,
And the bees on my hillock answer her.
And the bees in my farm answer it.
والضَّوْءُand the light منْfrom نشوةٍrapture بنغْمتهاat her melody
والضَّوْءُ منْ نشوةٍ بنغْمتها
قدindeed مالleaned فيin رَأْدهits youthful freshness يُلاعبُهاplays with her
قد مال في رَأْده يُلاعبُها
And the light, in rapture at her melody,
The light from its melody
Has leaned in its youthful freshness to play with her.
Inclined in its bower caressing it.
رناgazed لهاat her منfrom جفونeyelids سَوْسنَةٍan iris
رنا لها من جفون سَوْسنَةٍ
فكادand it almost منfrom سَكرةٍa drunken spell يُخاطبُهاaddresses her..
فكاد من سَكرةٍ يُخاطبُها..
It gazed at her from the eyelids of an iris,
The lily blinked at it
And almost addressed her in a drunken spell.
Almost drunk, conversing with it.
نفختُI blew فيinto نايهاher reed flute فطَرَّبنيso it enraptured me
نفختُ في نايها فطَرَّبني
وراحand it began فيin عُزلتيmy solitude يُداعبُهاcaresses her
وراح في عُزلتي يُداعبُها
I blew into her reed flute, and it enraptured me,
I blew in its reed so it disturbed me,
And in my solitude it began to caress her.
And went on caressing it in my solitude.
يُغازلُwoos الروحَthe soul منfrom ملاحِنِهِits melodies
يُغازلُ الروحَ من ملاحِنِهِ
بخَفْقَةٍwith a flutter فيat الضُّحَىmidmorning تُواثبُهاsprings toward her
بخَفْقَةٍ في الضُّحَى تُواثبُها
It woos the soul with its melodies,
It woos the soul with its melodies
With a flutter at midmorning that springs toward her.
With a flutter at dawn bounding it.
سكرانُdrunk منfrom بهْجةjoy الربيعspring بلاwithout
سكرانُ من بهْجة الربيع بلا
خمْرٍwine بهwithin it رُقْرِقَتْwere made to ripple سَواكِبُهاits pouring streams
خمْرٍ به رُقْرِقَتْ سَواكِبُها
Drunk on the joy of spring, without
Intoxicated with the joy of spring without
Wine whose pouring streams were made to ripple within it.
Wine, with it the stars bubbled.
يهفوyearns إلىtoward مهدهits cradle بمائسةٍin a swaying maiden
يهفو إلى مهده بمائسةٍ
منof غَضِّtender برْسيمهits clover يُراقبُهاwatches her
من غَضِّ برْسيمه يُراقبُها
It yearns for its cradle in a swaying maiden
It yearns for its cradle anxiously
Of its tender clover, whom it watches:
Observing it with the cool of its breeze.
صَبيَّةٍa young girl فُوِّفَتْwere striped غلائلُهاher gauzy robes
صَبيَّةٍ فُوِّفَتْ غلائلُها
وطُرِّزَتand were embroidered بالسَّنَاwith radiance ذوائبُهاher tresses
وطُرِّزَت بالسَّنَا ذوائبُها
A young girl whose gauzy robes were striped,
A girl whose tresses were braided
And whose tresses were embroidered with radiance.
And adorned with lilies their ringlets.
غنَّيْتُI sang فيin ظلِّهاher shade.. فهلso did سمعتْshe heard
غنَّيْتُ في ظلِّها.. فهل سمعتْ
لحنيmy melody وقَدْwhile already أُرْعِشَتْwere set trembling ترائبُهاher breastbones!
لحني وقَدْ أُرْعِشَتْ ترائبُها!
I sang in her shade—did she hear
I sang in its shade...did it hear
My melody, her breastbones already set trembling?
My tune when its locks were quivering?
أمor زارهاvisited her فيin مِهادهاher bed نَسَمٌa breeze
أم زارها في مِهادها نَسَمٌ
وراحand it began منfrom فتنةٍenchantment يُجاذبُهاtugs at her؟
وراح من فتنةٍ يُجاذبُها؟
Or did a breeze visit her in her bed,
Or did a breeze visit it in its bed
And, enchanted, begin to tug at her?
And start caressing it in infatuation?
Sol 6.1