ذَهَبَwent away الهَوَىlove بِمَخِيلَتِيwith my pride وَشَبابِيand my youth
ذَهَبَ الهَوَى بِمَخِيلَتِي وَشَبابِي
وَأَقَمْتُand I dwelt بَيْنَbetween مَلاَمَةٍblame وَعِتَابِand reproach
وَأَقَمْتُ بَيْنَ مَلاَمَةٍ وَعِتَابِ
Love has made off with my imagination and my youth,
Love carried off my pride and youth,
and I have remained between censure and reproach.
And I dwelt between blame and reproach.
هِيَit نَظْرَةٌa glance كَانَتْwas حِبالَةَa snare خُدْعَةٍdeceit
هِيَ نَظْرَةٌ كَانَتْ حِبالَةَ خُدْعَةٍ
مَلَكَتْit seized عَلَيَّover me بَدِيهَتيmy presence of mind وَصَوابِيand my sound judgment
مَلَكَتْ عَلَيَّ بَدِيهَتي وَصَوابِي
It was a single glance—a treacherous snare—
It was a glance, a snare of deceit,
that mastered my ready wit and sound judgment.
That seized my presence of mind and sound judgment.
نَصَبَتْshe laid حَبائِلَsnares هُدْبِهَاher lashes فَتَصَيَّدَتْthen she captured
نَصَبَتْ حَبائِلَ هُدْبِهَا فَتَصَيَّدَتْ
قَلْبيmy heart فَراحَand so it became فَرِيسَةَprey الأَهْدابِthe eyelashes
قَلْبي فَراحَ فَرِيسَةَ الأَهْدابِ
She spread the snares of her lashes and caught
She laid the snares of her lashes, then captured
my heart, which became the eyelashes’ prey.
My heart, which became the lashes' prey.
مَاnot كُنْتُI was أَعْلَمُI know قَبْلَbefore طَارِقَةِthe visitation of الْهَوَىlove
مَا كُنْتُ أَعْلَمُ قَبْلَ طَارِقَةِ الْهَوَى
أَنَّthat الْعُيُونَthe eyes مَصايِدُsnares الأَلْبابِthe minds
أَنَّ الْعُيُونَ مَصايِدُ الأَلْبابِ
Before love’s sudden visitation, I never knew
I did not know, before love's visitation,
that eyes are snares for discerning minds.
That eyes are snares for minds.
وَمِنَand among الْعَجائِبِthe wonders فيin الْهَوَىlove أَنَّthat الفَتَىthe young man
وَمِنَ الْعَجائِبِ في الْهَوَى أَنَّ الفَتَى
يُدْعَىis called إِلَيْهِto it بِأَهْوَنِby the slightest of الأَسْبَابِthe causes
يُدْعَى إِلَيْهِ بِأَهْوَنِ الأَسْبَابِ
And one of love’s marvels is that a young man
And one of love's wonders is that a young man
is summoned to it on the slightest pretext.
Is summoned to it by the slightest of causes.
فَارْبَحْso save مَلامَكَyour reproaches يَاO عَذُولُreprover فَإِنَّنِيfor indeed I
فَارْبَحْ مَلامَكَ يَا عَذُولُ فَإِنَّنِي
راضٍcontent بِسُقْمِيwith my sickness فِيin الْهَوَىlove وَعَذَابِيand my torment
راضٍ بِسُقْمِي فِي الْهَوَى وَعَذَابِي
So let your reproach rest, O censor, for I
So save your reproaches, O reprover, for I
am content with my love-sickness and my torment.
Am content with my love-sickness and my torment.
Sol 6.1