إِنif وَصَفونيthey describe me فَناحِلُthen emaciated الجَسَدِthe body
إِن وَصَفوني فَناحِلُ الجَسَدِ
أَوor فَتَّشونيthey examine me فَأَبيضُthen white الكَبِدَthe liver
أَو فَتَّشوني فَأَبيضُ الكَبِدَ
If they describe me, I am wasted in body;
If they describe me, I am gaunt of body;
or if they probe me, I am white of liver.
Or if they examine me, I am white of liver.
أَضعَفَdoubled وَجديmy longing وَزادَand increased فيin سَقَميmy sickness
أَضعَفَ وَجدي وَزادَ في سَقَمي
أَنthat لَستُI do not أَشكوcomplain of الهَوىlove إِلىto أَحَدِanyone
أَن لَستُ أَشكو الهَوى إِلى أَحَدِ
What has weakened my longing and worsened my sickness
What doubled my longing and deepened my sickness
is that I voice my love to no one.
Was that I complain of love to no one.
وَضَعتُI placed كَفّيmy palm عَلىupon فُؤاديmy heart مِنbecause of
وَضَعتُ كَفّي عَلى فُؤادي مِن
حَرِّthe heat of الأَسىsorrow وَاِنطَوَيتُand I curled up فَوقَover يَديmy hand
حَرِّ الأَسى وَاِنطَوَيتُ فَوقَ يَدي
I pressed my palm upon my heart because of
I laid my palm upon my heart because of
sorrow’s searing heat, and doubled over my hand.
The heat of sorrow, and curled up over my hand.
آهٍalas! مِنَfor الحُبِّlove آهٍalas! مِنfor كَبِديmy liver
آهٍ مِنَ الحُبِّ آهٍ مِن كَبِدي
إِنif لَمnot أَمُتI die فيon غَدٍtomorrow فَبَعدَthen after غَدِtomorrow
إِن لَم أَمُت في غَدٍ فَبَعدَ غَدِ
Ah, for love! Ah, for my liver!
Alas for love! Alas for my liver!
If I do not die tomorrow, then the day after.
If I do not die tomorrow, then the day after.
كَاَنَّas though قَلبيmy heart إِذاwhen ذَكَرتُهُمI remember them
كَاَنَّ قَلبي إِذا ذَكَرتُهُم
فَريسَةٌprey بَينَbetween ساعِدَيthe two forearms of أَسَدِa lion
فَريسَةٌ بَينَ ساعِدَي أَسَدِ
My heart, whenever I remember them, seems
It is as though my heart, whenever I remember them,
prey caught between a lion’s forelegs.
Were prey between a lion's forelegs.
ماhow أَقتَلَdeadly البَينَseparation لِلنفوسِto souls وَماand how
ما أَقتَلَ البَينَ لِلنفوسِ وَما
أَوجَعَpainful فَقَدَthe loss of الحَبيبِthe beloved لِلكَبِدِto the liver
أَوجَعَ فَقَدَ الحَبيبِ لِلكَبِدِ
How deadly parting is to souls—and how
How deadly separation is to souls, and how
painful to the liver is the loss of the beloved!
Painful the loss of the beloved is to the liver!
عَرَّضتُI exposed نَفسيmyself مِنَof البَلاءِaffliction لِماto what
عَرَّضتُ نَفسي مِنَ البَلاءِ لِما
أَسرَفَwent to excess فيin مُهجَتيmy lifeblood وَفيand in جَلَديmy endurance
أَسرَفَ في مُهجَتي وَفي جَلَدي
I laid myself open to an affliction that
I exposed myself to such affliction as
ravaged my very lifeblood and my skin.
Ravaged my lifeblood and my endurance.
ياO حَسرَتيmy sorrow أَنthat أَموتَI die مُعتَقَلاًimprisoned
يا حَسرَتي أَن أَموتَ مُعتَقَلاً
بَينَamid اِعتِلاجِthe turmoil of الهُمومِworries وَالكَمَدِand grief
بَينَ اِعتِلاجِ الهُمومِ وَالكَمَدِ
Alas, that I should die imprisoned
Alas for me, that I should die imprisoned
amid the churning of cares and hidden grief.
Amid the turmoil of worries and grief.
فيon كُلِّevery يَومٍday تَفيضُoverflows مُعوِلَةًwailing
في كُلِّ يَومٍ تَفيضُ مُعوِلَةً
عَينيmy eye لِعُضوٍfor a limb يَموتُdies فيin جَسَديmy body
عَيني لِعُضوٍ يَموتُ في جَسَدي
Each day my eye gushes—a spring
Every day it overflows, wailing—
for an organ dying within my body.
My eye, for a limb dying within my body.
Sol 6.1