يقولونthey say ماباحتshe has not confessed بحبكof love for you مرةonce
يقولون ماباحت بحبك مرة
ولاكحلتnor lined with kohl طرفيكyour two eyes أحرفهاher letters النشوىintoxicated
ولاكحلت طرفيك أحرفها النشوى
They say she has never once confessed her love for you,
They say she's never fallen in love
nor have her intoxicated letters lined your eyes with kohl.
Or lined her eyes with letters of passion
فقلتso I said لعمريby my life إنهاindeed, she is العشقpassionate love كلهall of it
فقلت لعمري إنها العشق كله
ولوأنهاand even if she is بكماءmute أميةunlettered النجوىwhispered confidences
ولوأنها بكماء أمية النجوى
So I said: by my life, she is love in its entirety,
But I say it's love complete
even if she is mute, unlettered in whispered confidences.
Even if with the tears of Umayyah's sorrow
رزقتI was granted هواهاher love رغمdespite وصليmy loving closeness وبخلهاand her stinginess
رزقت هواها رغم وصلي وبخلها
وقدand may تبطنlie hidden النعمىbliss وظاهرهاand its outward face بلوىan ordeal
وقد تبطن النعمى وظاهرها بلوى
I was granted her love, despite my closeness and her stinginess;
I was granted her love despite our union and her stinginess
and bliss may lie hidden, its outward face an ordeal.
Good can be hidden while harm appears openly
تعودتI have grown accustomed أنto أغشىenter حمىsanctuary منthe one whom أحبهI love him
تعودت أن أغشى حمى من أحبه
وظمآنand thirsty يبقينيhe keeps me وأتركهand I let him يروىhe drinks his fill
وظمآن يبقيني وأتركه يروى
I have grown used to entering the sanctuary of the one I love,
I'm used to taking fever from one I love
and he keeps me thirsty, while I let him drink his fill.
And leaving thirsty one who quenches himself
وإنand if كانthere is منany شجوsorrow فذاكthen that is لأننيbecause I
وإن كان من شجو فذاك لأنني
أنعمI enjoy bliss محروماdeprived ويحرمand is deprived منthe one whom أهوىI love
أنعم محروما ويحرم من أهوى
And if there is any sorrow, it is because I
And if I have any complaint it's because
live in bliss though deprived, while the one I love is deprived.
I'm denied blessings while my beloved is deprived of whom I adore
Sol 6.1