صِلَةُa visit الْخَيَالِthe dream-image عَلَىdespite الْبِعَادِdistance لِقَاءُa meeting
صِلَةُ الْخَيَالِ عَلَى الْبِعَادِ لِقَاءُ
لَوْif كانَwere يَمْلِكُto command عَيْنِيَmy eye الإِغْفَاءُslumber
لَوْ كانَ يَمْلِكُ عَيْنِيَ الإِغْفَاءُ
A visit from your dream-image, despite distance, is a meeting,
The imagination's link to the horizons is a meeting
if slumber could but take possession of my eye.
If only slumber could rule my eyes
ياO هاجِريyou who forsake me مِنْfor غَيْرِno ذَنْبٍfault فيin الْهَوَىlove
يا هاجِري مِنْ غَيْرِ ذَنْبٍ في الْهَوَى
مَهْلاًbe gentle فَهَجْرُكَfor your desertion والْمَنُونُand death سَواءُare alike
مَهْلاً فَهَجْرُكَ والْمَنُونُ سَواءُ
O you who forsake me, though I have committed no fault in love,
Oh you who migrated from love though innocent
be gentle: your desertion and death are alike.
Wait, for your abandonment and death are equal
أَغْرَيْتَyou incited لَحْظَكَyour glance بالْفُؤادِagainst the heart فَشَفَّهُso it wasted it away
أَغْرَيْتَ لَحْظَكَ بالْفُؤادِ فَشَفَّهُ
ومِنَand from الْعُيُونِthe eyes عَلَىupon النُّفُوسِsouls بَلاءُaffliction
ومِنَ الْعُيُونِ عَلَى النُّفُوسِ بَلاءُ
You incited your glance against my heart, and it wasted it away;
Your glance seduced my heart so it cracked
and from eyes comes affliction upon souls.
And sorrows befell souls from eyes
هِيَit نَظْرَةٌa glance فامْنُنْso favor عَلَيupon me بِأُخْتِهاwith its sister
هِيَ نَظْرَةٌ فامْنُنْ عَلَي بِأُخْتِها
فالْخَمْرُfor wine مِنْfrom أَلَمِthe pain الْخُمارِof a hangover شِفَاءُa cure
فالْخَمْرُ مِنْ أَلَمِ الْخُمارِ شِفَاءُ
It is a glance; favor me with its sister,
It is a look, so favor me with its sister
for wine is a cure for the pain of a hangover.
For wine from the pain of veil is cure
أَناI مِنْكَbecause of you مَطْوِيُّfolded الْفُؤادِof heart عَلَىaround جَوىًburning grief
أَنا مِنْكَ مَطْوِيُّ الْفُؤادِ عَلَى جَوىً
لَوْلاwere it not for الْدُّمُوعُtears ذَكَتْwould blaze بِهِwith it الْحَوْبَاءُthe soul
لَوْلا الْدُّمُوعُ ذَكَتْ بِهِ الْحَوْبَاءُ
Because of you, my heart is folded around burning grief;
I am folded of heart from you though scorched
were it not for tears, my soul would blaze with it.
If not for tears awakening the dormant ashes
لاneither أَنْتَyou تَرْحَمُنِيpity me ولاnor نَارُthe fire الْهَوَىof love
لا أَنْتَ تَرْحَمُنِي ولا نَارُ الْهَوَى
تَخْبُوsubsides وَلاَnor للنَّفْسِfor the soul عَنْكَapart from you عَزاءُsolace
تَخْبُو وَلاَ للنَّفْسِ عَنْكَ عَزاءُ
Neither do you pity me, nor does love's fire
Neither do you have mercy nor does love's fire
subside, nor has my soul any solace apart from you.
Subside, and the soul has no solace from you
فانْظُرْso look إِلَيَّat me تَجِدْyou will find خَيَالَةَa ghostly image صُورَةٍof a form
فانْظُرْ إِلَيَّ تَجِدْ خَيَالَةَ صُورَةٍ
لمnot يَبْقَremains فيهاin it للحياةِfor life ذَمَاءُa last spark
لم يَبْقَ فيها للحياةِ ذَمَاءُ
So look at me: you will find the ghostly image of a form
So look at me and you will find the image of a specter
in which no last spark of life remains.
In whom no life remains except a breath
رَقَّتْfelt pity لِيَfor me الْوَرْقَاءُthe gray dove فيin عَذَباتِهاher branch-tips
رَقَّتْ لِيَ الْوَرْقَاءُ في عَذَباتِها
وبَكَتْand wept عَلَيَّover me بِدَمْعِهَاwith their tears الأَنْدَاءُthe dewdrops
وبَكَتْ عَلَيَّ بِدَمْعِهَا الأَنْدَاءُ
The gray dove pitied me on her branch-tips,
The tender branches wept for me in their sweetness
and the dewdrops wept over me with their tears.
And wept over me with their dew the boughs
وَتَحَدَّثَتْand spoke رُسُلُthe messengers النَّسِيمِof the breeze بلَوْعَتِيof my anguish
وَتَحَدَّثَتْ رُسُلُ النَّسِيمِ بلَوْعَتِي
فَلِكُلِّso for every غُصْنٍbranch نَحْوَهاtoward them إِصْغَاءُattentive listening
فَلِكُلِّ غُصْنٍ نَحْوَها إِصْغَاءُ
The messengers of the breeze spoke of my anguish,
The zephyr's messengers told of my agony
so every branch listens attentively to them.
So each branch inclined toward it listening
كَلَفٌa passion تَنَاقَلَهُpassed it along الْحَمامُthe doves عَنِfrom الصَّبَاthe east wind
كَلَفٌ تَنَاقَلَهُ الْحَمامُ عَنِ الصَّبَا
فصَبَتْso yearned إِلَيْهِfor it الْغِيدُthe graceful maidens والشُّعَراءُand the poets
فصَبَتْ إِلَيْهِ الْغِيدُ والشُّعَراءُ
A passion the doves relayed from the east wind,
A gazelle my love transmitted by the doves from morning breeze
so graceful maidens and poets yearned for it.
So poets and songstresses poured to it
فَبِقَلْبِfor in the heart of كُلِّevery فَتىًyoung man غَرامٌardent love كامِنٌhidden
فَبِقَلْبِ كُلِّ فَتىً غَرامٌ كامِنٌ
وبِعِطْفِand in the bearing of كُلِّevery مَلِيحَةٍbeautiful woman خُيَلاءُpride
وبِعِطْفِ كُلِّ مَلِيحَةٍ خُيَلاءُ
For in every young man's heart lies a hidden passion,
In each youth's heart latent passion abides
and in every beautiful woman's bearing, pride.
And in each beauty's charm haughtiness
فَدَعِso cease التَّكَهُّنَguessing ياO طَبِيبُphysician فإِنَّمَاfor it is only
فَدَعِ التَّكَهُّنَ يا طَبِيبُ فإِنَّمَا
دائِيmy ailment الْهَوَىlove ولِكُلِّand for every نَفْسٍsoul داءُan ailment
دائِي الْهَوَى ولِكُلِّ نَفْسٍ داءُ
So cease your guessing, physician, for it is only
So cease your probing, oh doctor, for my malady
love that ails me, and every soul has an ailment.
Is love, and each soul has its own disease
أَلَمُthe pain الصَّبَابَةِof longing لَذَّةٌa pleasure تَحْيَاlives بِهاthrough it
أَلَمُ الصَّبَابَةِ لَذَّةٌ تَحْيَا بِها
نَفْسِيmy soul وَدَائِيand my ailment لَوْif عَلِمْتَyou knew دَواءُa cure
نَفْسِي وَدَائِي لَوْ عَلِمْتَ دَواءُ
The pain of longing is a pleasure that sustains
The agony of passion is a delight my soul lives by
my soul; my illness, if you knew, is a cure.
If you but knew the remedy for my condition
وبِمُهْجَتِيand in my heart رَشَئِيَّةٌa fawn-like maiden مِنْfrom دُونِهاbefore her
وبِمُهْجَتِي رَشَئِيَّةٌ مِنْ دُونِها
أُسُدٌlions لَهَاfor whom قَصَبُthe shafts الرِّمَاحِof spears أَبَاءُreed-thickets
أُسُدٌ لَهَا قَصَبُ الرِّمَاحِ أَبَاءُ
And in my heart dwells a fawn-like maiden; before her
Yet in my frenzy is a pride such that
are lions, for whom spear-shafts are reed-thickets.
Lions recoil from its spear points in dread
هَيْفَاءُslender-waisted مالَmade sway بِهَاwith her النَّعيمُluxury فَخَطْوُهاso her steps
هَيْفَاءُ مالَ بِهَا النَّعيمُ فَخَطْوُها
دُونَshorter than الْقَطاةِthe sandgrouse ونُطْقُهاand her speech إِيمَاءُgesture
دُونَ الْقَطاةِ ونُطْقُها إِيمَاءُ
Slender-waisted, luxury makes her sway, so her steps
A gazelle, prosperity inclines to her pace
are shorter than a sandgrouse's, and her speech is gesture.
Beneath the lofty sands, and her speech a gesture
تَرْنُوshe gazes بِأَحْوَرَwith a dark-pupiled eye لَوْif تَمَكَّنَgained power لَحْظُهُits glance
تَرْنُو بِأَحْوَرَ لَوْ تَمَكَّنَ لَحْظُهُ
مِنْover صَخْرَةٍa rock لَارْفَضَّwould gush forth مِنهاfrom it الماءُwater
مِنْ صَخْرَةٍ لَارْفَضَّ مِنها الماءُ
She gazes with a dark-pupiled eye; if its glance gained power
She glanced with languishing eyes, and if her glance
over a rock, water would gush from it.
Had power, it would have caused even rock to shed water
حَكَمَdecreed الجَمالُbeauty لهاfor her بِمَاwhatever تَخْتَارُهُshe chooses it
حَكَمَ الجَمالُ لها بِمَا تَخْتَارُهُ
فَتَحَكَّمَتْso she ruled فيover النَّاسِpeople كَيفَhowever تَشاءُshe wishes
فَتَحَكَّمَتْ في النَّاسِ كَيفَ تَشاءُ
Beauty has decreed for her whatever she chooses,
Beauty ruled for her whatever she chose
so she rules over people however she wills.
So she controlled people however she wished
غَضِبَتْshe grew angry عَلَيَّwith me وَماthough not جَنَيتُI did wrong وَرُبَّماand sometimes
غَضِبَتْ عَلَيَّ وَما جَنَيتُ وَرُبَّما
حَمَلَbore الْمَشُوقُthe longing lover الذَّنْبَthe blame وَهوَwhile he بَراءُinnocent
حَمَلَ الْمَشُوقُ الذَّنْبَ وَهوَ بَراءُ
She grew angry with me though I did no wrong; sometimes
She grew angry with me, though I had done no wrong
the longing lover bears the blame though innocent.
And perhaps the lover bears the blame though innocent
طافَcircled الوُشاةُthe slanderers بِهاaround her فَكانَso there was لِقَوْلِهِمْto their words
طافَ الوُشاةُ بِها فَكانَ لِقَوْلِهِمْ
فيin مِسْمَعَيْهاher two ears رَنَّةٌa ringing tone وحُداءُand a camel-driver's song
في مِسْمَعَيْها رَنَّةٌ وحُداءُ
The slanderers circled her, and their words had
Slanderers circled her, so their words
in her ears a ringing tone and a camel-driver's song.
Rang pleasantly and quietly in her hearing
لَوْلاwere it not for النَّمِيمَةُtale-bearing لمnot يَقَعْwould arise بَيْنَbetween امْرِئٍa man
لَوْلا النَّمِيمَةُ لم يَقَعْ بَيْنَ امْرِئٍ
وأَخِيهِand his brother مِنْfrom بَعْدِafter الْوِدادِaffection عِداءُenmity
وأَخِيهِ مِنْ بَعْدِ الْوِدادِ عِداءُ
Were it not for tale-bearing, there would not arise between a man
If not for gossip, no hostility would have occurred
and his brother any enmity after affection.
Between a man and his brother after affection
أَشَقِيقَةَO sister الْقَمَرَيْنِof the sun and moon أَيُّwhat وَسِيلَةٍmeans
أَشَقِيقَةَ الْقَمَرَيْنِ أَيُّ وَسِيلَةٍ
تُدْنِيbrings near إِلَيكِto you فَلَيْسfor there are no لِيfor me شُفَعَاءُintercessors
تُدْنِي إِلَيكِ فَلَيْس لِي شُفَعَاءُ
O sister of the sun and moon, what means
O fairest of the radiant moons, what means
can bring me near you? For I have no intercessors.
Can bring me close, for I have no intercessors
جُودِيbe generous عَلَيَّto me ولَوْand even if بِوَعْدٍwith a promise كاذِبٍfalse
جُودِي عَلَيَّ ولَوْ بِوَعْدٍ كاذِبٍ
فالْوَعْدُfor a promise فيهِin it تَعِلَّةٌsolace ورَجَاءُand hope
فالْوَعْدُ فيهِ تَعِلَّةٌ ورَجَاءُ
Be generous to me, even with a false promise,
Be generous with me, even with a false promise
for in a promise lie solace and hope.
For a promise bears hope and wish
وَثِقِيand trust بِكِتْمَانِin concealing الْحَدِيثِthe conversation فإِنَّمَاfor indeed
وَثِقِي بِكِتْمَانِ الْحَدِيثِ فإِنَّمَا
شَفَتايmy two lips خَتْمٌa seal والْفُؤادُand the heart وِعاءُa vessel
شَفَتاي خَتْمٌ والْفُؤادُ وِعاءُ
And trust that the conversation will be kept secret, for
And trust in keeping the secret, for my lips
my lips are a seal, and my heart a vessel.
Are a seal, and my heart the vessel
لاdo not تَرْهَبِيfear قَوْلَthe words الْوُشاةِof the slanderers فإِنَّهُمْfor they
لا تَرْهَبِي قَوْلَ الْوُشاةِ فإِنَّهُمْ
قَدْindeed أَحْسَنُواthey did well فيin الْقَوْلِspeech حِينَwhen أَساءُواthey did ill
قَدْ أَحْسَنُوا في الْقَوْلِ حِينَ أَساءُوا
Do not fear the slanderers' words, for they
Fear not the words of the backbiters, for they
have spoken well even as they spoke ill.
Spoke well when they did evil
زَعَمُوكِthey claimed you were شَمْسَاًa sun لاnot تَلُوحُappears بظُلْمَةٍin darkness
زَعَمُوكِ شَمْسَاً لا تَلُوحُ بظُلْمَةٍ
ولِقَولِهِمْand for their words عِنْدِيin my view يَدٌa hand of kindness بَيْضاءُwhite
ولِقَولِهِمْ عِنْدِي يَدٌ بَيْضاءُ
They called you a sun that does not appear in darkness,
They claimed you a sun that gleams with no darkness
and their words, to me, are a white hand of kindness.
And in my view their words are pure white
فَعَلامَso why تَخْشَيْنَdo you fear الزِّيارَةَthe visit بعدَماafter
فَعَلامَ تَخْشَيْنَ الزِّيارَةَ بعدَما
أَمِنَfelt safe from ازْدِيارَكِyour visiting فيin الدُّجَىthe darkness الرُّقَباءُthe watchers
أَمِنَ ازْدِيارَكِ في الدُّجَى الرُّقَباءُ
Why, then, do you fear a visit, now that
Why then dread the visit, now that the chiefs
the watchers no longer fear your visiting in the dark?
Are safe from your appearance in the dark night?
هِيَit زَلَّةٌa slip فيin الرأْيِjudgment مِنْهُمْon their part أَعْقَبَتْbrought about
هِيَ زَلَّةٌ في الرأْيِ مِنْهُمْ أَعْقَبَتْ
نَفْعَاًbenefit كَذَلِكَthus تَفْعَلُact الْجُهَلاءُthe ignorant
نَفْعَاً كَذَلِكَ تَفْعَلُ الْجُهَلاءُ
It was a slip in judgment on their part that brought
It was an error of judgement on their part
benefit; such is the way the ignorant act.
That brought benefit - fools act this way
كَيْدُthe plotting الْغَبِيِّof the fool مَساءَةٌharm لِضَمِيرِهِto his conscience
كَيْدُ الْغَبِيِّ مَساءَةٌ لِضَمِيرِهِ
وَلِمَنْand for the one whom يُحَاوِلُhe seeks كَيْدَهُplotting against him إِرْضَاءُgratification
وَلِمَنْ يُحَاوِلُ كَيْدَهُ إِرْضَاءُ
The fool's plotting harms his own conscience,
The schemes of a fool are to harm his conscience
and gratifies the one he seeks to plot against.
And to foil his schemes is to please him
والناسُand people أَشْبَاهٌalike ولَكِنْbut فَرَّقَتْset apart
والناسُ أَشْبَاهٌ ولَكِنْ فَرَّقَتْ
ماwhat بَيْنَهُمْbetween them فيin الرُّتْبَةِrank الآراءُjudgments
ما بَيْنَهُمْ في الرُّتْبَةِ الآراءُ
And people are alike, yet they have been set apart
People are similar, though opinions
from one another in rank by their judgments.
Separated them in rank and station
وَالنَّفْسُand the soul إِنْif صَلَحَتْis sound زَكَتْgrows pure وَإِذَاand when خَلَتْis devoid
وَالنَّفْسُ إِنْ صَلَحَتْ زَكَتْ وَإِذَا خَلَتْ
مِنْof فِطْنَةٍdiscernment لَعِبَتْtoyed بهاwith it الأَهْوَاءُpassions
مِنْ فِطْنَةٍ لَعِبَتْ بها الأَهْوَاءُ
And the soul, if sound, grows pure; and when devoid
A soul, if virtuous, is purified, but if
of discernment, passions toy with it.
Devoid of wisdom, whims toy with it
لَوْif لَمْnot يَكُنْthere were بَيْنَamong الرِّجالِmen تَفَاوُتٌdifferences
لَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ بَيْنَ الرِّجالِ تَفَاوُتٌ
ماnot كانَthere would be فيهِمْamong them سادَةٌlords ورِعاءُand shepherds
ما كانَ فيهِمْ سادَةٌ ورِعاءُ
If there were no differences among men,
If not for differences among men
there would be neither lords nor shepherds among them.
There would be no chiefs or commons
وَلَقَدْand indeed بَلَوْتُI tested النّاسَpeople فيin أَطْوارِهِمْtheir changing states
وَلَقَدْ بَلَوْتُ النّاسَ في أَطْوارِهِمْ
ومَلِلْتُand I grew weary حتَّىuntil مَلَّنيgrew weary of me الإِبْلاءُthe testing
ومَلِلْتُ حتَّى مَلَّني الإِبْلاءُ
And I have indeed tested people in their changing states,
I have tested people in their aspects
and grown weary until testing itself grew weary of me.
And wearied, until weariness wearied me
فَإِذاand behold المَوَدَّةُaffection خَلَّةٌa trait مَكْذُوبَةٌfalsely claimed
فَإِذا المَوَدَّةُ خَلَّةٌ مَكْذُوبَةٌ
بَيْنَamong الْبَرِيَّةِhumankind والوَفاءُand faithfulness رِياءُpretense
بَيْنَ الْبَرِيَّةِ والوَفاءُ رِياءُ
And behold, affection is a falsely claimed trait
If friendship is a hollow pretense
among humankind, and faithfulness is pretense.
Then faithfulness is ostentation and show
كَيْفَhow الْوثُوقُtrust بِذِمَّةٍin a pledge مِنْfrom صاحِبٍa friend
كَيْفَ الْوثُوقُ بِذِمَّةٍ مِنْ صاحِبٍ
وَبِكُلِّand in every قَلْبٍheart نُقْطَةٌa spot سَوْداءُblack
وَبِكُلِّ قَلْبٍ نُقْطَةٌ سَوْداءُ
How can one trust a pledge from a friend,
How to trust the protection of a companion
when every heart contains a black spot?
When a black dot lies in each heart?
لَوْif كَانَthere were فِيin الدُّنْيَاthe world وِدَادٌaffection صَادِقٌtrue
لَوْ كَانَ فِي الدُّنْيَا وِدَادٌ صَادِقٌ
مَاnot حَالَwould intervene بَيْنَbetween الخُلَّتَيْنِthe two friends جَفاءُestrangement
مَا حَالَ بَيْنَ الخُلَّتَيْنِ جَفاءُ
If true affection existed in this world,
Had the world sincere affection
estrangement would not come between two friends.
No estrangement would come between intimates
فانْفُضْso shake free يَدَيْكَyour two hands مِنَof الزَّمانِthe age وأَهْلِهِand its people
فانْفُضْ يَدَيْكَ مِنَ الزَّمانِ وأَهْلِهِ
فالسَّعْيُfor striving فيin طَلَبِseeking الصَّديِقِa friend هَبَاءُdust
فالسَّعْيُ في طَلَبِ الصَّديِقِ هَبَاءُ
So shake your hands free of the age and its people;
So shake off your hands from this age and its people
for striving to find a friend is mere dust.
For the effort to seek a friend is vain
Sol 6.1