رسولَmessenger الهوىlove بلِّغْconvey سلاميmy greetings الىto سلمىSalma
رسولَ الهوى بلِّغْ سلامي الى سلمى
وعاطِand partake of حُمَيّاheady wine ثغرهاher mouth الباسمِsmiling الألمىdusky-lipped
وعاطِ حُمَيّا ثغرها الباسمِ الألمى
Messenger of love, convey my greetings to Salma.
O messenger of love, convey my greetings to Salma
Messenger of passion, convey my greetings to Salma,
And partake of the heady wine of her smiling, dusky lips.
And kiss her smiling lips that cause me such pain
And partake of the intoxicating wine of her smiling, dark-red lips,
وناجِand whisper to هواهاher love، علَّperhaps فيin الغيبthe unseen رحمةًa mercy
وناجِ هواها، علَّ في الغيب رحمةً
تداركmay save هذاthis القلبthe heart، أنlest ينقضيit perish همّاof sorrow
تدارك هذا القلب، أن ينقضي همّا
And whisper to her love; perhaps, in the unseen, a mercy
And confide my passion to her, perhaps mercy
And whisper to her love; perhaps in the unseen lies a mercy
Will save this heart before it perishes of sorrow.
Will spare this heart from shattering into pieces
That might rescue this heart before it perishes from grief.
وبُثَّand voice شكاةًa lament منfrom مشوقٍone yearning متيَّمٍenslaved by love
وبُثَّ شكاةً من مشوقٍ متيَّمٍ
لهhe has كبدٌa liver حرَّىburning تضيقgrows constricted بهon him غمّاwith grief
له كبدٌ حرَّى تضيق به غمّا
And voice the lament of one yearning, enslaved by love,
And tell her of my yearning that eats away
And pour forth a complaint from one yearning and enslaved,
Whose burning liver stifles him with grief.
At a heart heavy with sadness and grief
Whose burning vitals are constricted by distress.
فكمfor how many تحتbeneath هذاthis القلبthe heart منof لاعجburning pangs الجوىlove's anguish!
فكم تحت هذا القلب من لاعج الجوى!
وكمand how many بينwithin هذاthis الجسمthe body منof أضلعribs كلمىwounded!
وكم بين هذا الجسم من أضلع كلمى!
For how many burning pangs of love lie beneath this heart!
How much anguish lies beneath this heart!
For how much burning passion lies beneath this heart!
And how many wounded ribs lie within this body!
How many ribs lie between this body, broken!
And how many wounded ribs lie within this body!
وكمand how many بينamong أستارveils الدجىnight's darkness منof مدامعٍtears
وكم بين أستار الدجى من مدامعٍ
تكادalmost منfrom الآلامthe pains أنto تشرقilluminate الظلماthe darkness!
تكاد من الآلام أن تشرق الظلما!
And how many tears amid the veils of night
How many tears in the darkness of night
And how many tears flow amidst the veils of darkness,
Almost light the darkness with their pain!
Almost shine from the pain, piercing the gloom
Which, from sheer pain, nearly illuminate the gloom!
وكمand how much بينwithin طياتfolds الأثيرthe ether منof الأسىsorrow
وكم بين طيات الأثير من الأسى
يكادalmost صدىecho أناتهits moans يسمعmakes hear الصُّمّاthe deaf!
يكاد صدى أناته يسمع الصُّمّا!
And how much sorrow lies within the ether's folds—
And how much sorrow in the folds of the air
And how much sorrow dwells within the folds of the ether,
The echo of its moans almost makes the deaf hear!
Its moans almost heard by the deaf as well!
The echo of its groans nearly making the deaf hear!
فياso O أيهاyou البينُseparation المحضُّstirring صبابةًardent longing
فيا أيها البينُ المحضُّ صبابةً
وياand O أيهاyou الدهرtime المسيءdoing wrong بناto us حكماin judgment
ويا أيها الدهر المسيء بنا حكما
So O separation, stirring ardent longing,
O you who keep us apart, have mercy
O separation that is nothing but pure longing,
And O Time, unjust in your judgment of us,
O you who destine us, be kind in your decree
And O Time, so unjust in your judgment of us,
وياand O أيهاyou القلبthe heart الخفوقfluttering كأنهas though it
ويا أيها القلب الخفوق كأنه
جناحa wing حمامٍdoves خالimagined منهfrom it الردىdeath أمّاa mother
جناح حمامٍ خال منه الردى أمّا
And O fluttering heart, as though it were
O you fluttering heart, as if it were
And O throbbing heart, beating as though it were
A dove's wing that Death took for a mother,
A dove stripped of tranquility, without peace
The wing of a dove that death has narrowly missed,
وياand O كبديmy liver الحرَّىburning وياand O مهجتيmy lifeblood التيwhich
ويا كبدي الحرَّى ويا مهجتي التي
تسيلflows معwith الأيامthe days منfrom لوعتيmy anguish سقماin sickness
تسيل مع الأيام من لوعتي سقما
And O my burning liver, and O my lifeblood, which
O my burning liver, o my inflamed stomach
O my burning vitals, and O my lifeblood which
Flows with the days, sickened by my anguish:
Flowing with torment each day without rest
Drains away with the passing days, sickened by my anguish,
هلis? القربُcloseness مكتوبٌordained؟ هلis? الدهرtime باسمٌsmiling؟
هل القربُ مكتوبٌ؟ هل الدهر باسمٌ؟
هلis? البرءhealing مقدورٌdestined مرجّىhoped for لناfor us يوماsomeday؟
هل البرء مقدورٌ مرجّى لنا يوما؟
Is closeness ordained? Is Time smiling?
Is being close our fate? Is time our friend?
Is nearness written? Is fate smiling?
Is healing destined, a hope for us someday?
Can we hope for relief and joy someday?
Is a cure ordained, to be hoped for by us one day?
هلis? الوصلunion موفورٌabundant؟ هلis? الصَّدُّrejection لائحٌin sight؟
هل الوصل موفورٌ؟ هل الصَّدُّ لائحٌ؟
هلis? العيشُlife مغبوطٌenviable تلذُّis delightful بهin it النعماbliss؟
هل العيشُ مغبوطٌ تلذُّ به النعما؟
Is union granted in full? Is rejection in sight?
Is union assured? Does separation loom?
Is reunion attainable? Is rejection looming?
Is life enviable, its bliss a delight?
Is life blissful? Can we delight in bounty?
Is an enviable life within reach, wherein blessings bring delight?
Sol 6.1