ليسَis not الكَئيبُthe sorrowful one بِغيرِwithout القُربِnearness ذاpossessed of فرجٍrelief
ليسَ الكَئيبُ بِغيرِ القُربِ ذا فرجٍ
ولاnor بِغَيرِwithout الَّذيthe one whom يَهوىhe loves بِمُنتَعِشِrevived
ولا بِغَيرِ الَّذي يَهوى بِمُنتَعِشِ
The sorrowful one has no relief without nearness,
The sorrowful finds no relief but nearness,
nor is he revived without the one he loves.
Nor the lover any joy but the beloved's closeness.
وَلَيسَand is not يُذكَرُmentioned غَيرُanything but الحبِّlove فيin زَمَنٍa time
وَلَيسَ يُذكَرُ غَيرُ الحبِّ في زَمَنٍ
إِذsince غَيرُهُanything other than it لَيسَis not فيin ذِهنيmy mind بِمُنتَقشِinscribed
إِذ غَيرُهُ لَيسَ في ذِهني بِمُنتَقشِ
And nothing but love is ever mentioned,
In my time, none but love is recalled,
since nothing else is inscribed in my mind.
For nothing else occupies my thoughts.
وَأُذنُهand his ear حُسْنَthe beauty of ذِكرِmention of الحبِّlove تَسمَعُهُhears it
وَأُذنُه حُسْنَ ذِكرِ الحبِّ تَسمَعُهُ
وَتِلكَand that ear عَنto ذِكرِmention of غَيرِanything other than الحبِّlove فيin طرَشِdeafness
وَتِلكَ عَن ذِكرِ غَيرِ الحبِّ في طرَشِ
And his ear hears the sweet mention of love,
His ear finds sweet the mention of love,
and that ear is deaf to mention of anything but love.
And is deaf to any talk but of passion.
قَدhas فَتَّحَrent open البُعْدُseparation مِنهُfrom him الجِسمَthe body منfrom حُرَقٍburning pains
قَد فَتَّحَ البُعْدُ مِنهُ الجِسمَ من حُرَقٍ
فصارَso it became منfrom نارِthe fire of هجرِdesertion by الحِبِّthe beloved ذاafflicted with برَشِmottling
فصارَ من نارِ هجرِ الحِبِّ ذا برَشِ
Separation from him has rent the body with burning pains,
Separation has fevered my body with yearning,
so it became mottled from the fire of the beloved's desertion.
And it blazes with the fires of love’s abandonment.
وَعَظمُهُand his bones فيin الغرامِpassion الضَّربُthe pounding يَطحَنُهُgrinds them
وَعَظمُهُ في الغرامِ الضَّربُ يَطحَنُهُ
وَقَبلَهُand before it لَمnot يَكُنwere طَحناًby grinding بِمُنجَرِشِcoarsely crushed
وَقَبلَهُ لَم يَكُن طَحناً بِمُنجَرِشِ
And pounding grinds his bones in passion,
In infatuation my bones are crushed,
and before that they had never been crushed by grinding.
When once they were unbroken by blows.
وَطَرفُهُand his eye بَعدَafter أَنthat كانَit was الحَديدَkeen غَداbecame
وَطَرفُهُ بَعدَ أَن كانَ الحَديدَ غَدا
مِنَfrom البكاءِweeping لبُعدِbecause of the distance of الحِبِّthe beloved ذاafflicted with عَمَشِbleariness
مِنَ البكاءِ لبُعدِ الحِبِّ ذا عَمَشِ
And his eye, once keen, became
My eyes, once harder than iron,
bleary from weeping over the beloved's distance.
Now weep copiously for my absent love.
وَلَيسَand does not يَشكوhe complains سِوىanything but الإِضرارَharm منfrom عطَشٍthirst
وَلَيسَ يَشكو سِوى الإِضرارَ من عطَشٍ
وَلَيسَand is not غَيرُanything other than لَماهُhis lips' dark hue مُذهبَdispelling العَطشِthirst
وَلَيسَ غَيرُ لَماهُ مُذهبَ العَطشِ
And he complains of nothing but the harm of thirst,
I complain of nothing but love’s cruelty,
and only his dusky lips can quench that thirst.
And only the beloved’s presence can slake my thirst.
ماnever أَوعَدَthreatened الصبُّthe ardent lover فيwith هَجرٍdesertion وفيand with بُعدٍdistance
ما أَوعَدَ الصبُّ في هَجرٍ وفي بُعدٍ
إِلّاexcept وَمِنand from خَوفِهِhis fear قَدindeed صارَhe became ذاafflicted with رعشِtrembling
إِلّا وَمِن خَوفِهِ قَد صارَ ذا رعشِ
Never was the lover threatened with desertion and distance
Whatever the lover feared in absence has come to pass,
without becoming tremulous from fear.
And dread makes him tremble.
وَماand never تَبَدَّىhe appeared وَخاليand one untroubled in القَلبِheart أَبصَرَهُsaw him
وَما تَبَدَّى وَخالي القَلبِ أَبصَرَهُ
إِلّاexcept وَأَوقَعَهُand he cast him لِلعِشقِbecause of love فيinto هَيَشِturmoil
إِلّا وَأَوقَعَهُ لِلعِشقِ في هَيَشِ
And never did he appear and one untouched by love see him
Whenever the tender-hearted saw him,
without his casting that person into love's turmoil.
He cast them into love’s confusion.
وَماand never رَآهُsaw him لَدىat الإِشراقِradiance بَدرَa full moon of دُجىdarkness
وَما رَآهُ لَدى الإِشراقِ بَدرَ دُجى
إِلّاexcept لَدىin صِغَرٍsmallness مِنهُcompared with him عَلَيهِupon it غُشيwas overcome
إِلّا لَدى صِغَرٍ مِنهُ عَلَيهِ غُشي
And never did night's full moon behold him shining
He shone like the full moon in the dark,
without swooning, diminished beside him.
Overpowering them with his beauty.
وَخالُهُand his mole يَنتَميtraces its lineage مِنfrom حَيثُwhere حَدَّثَناit told us
وَخالُهُ يَنتَمي مِن حَيثُ حَدَّثَنا
عَنthrough عَنبَرٍʿAnbar (ambergris) لِبلالٍto Bilal سَيّدِmaster of الحَبشِthe Abyssinians
عَن عَنبَرٍ لِبلالٍ سَيّدِ الحَبشِ
And his mole, as it told us, traces its lineage
My cheek reveals its ambergris origin
through ʿAnbar to Bilal, master of the Abyssinians.
Like that of Bilal, the Abyssinian lord.
ماnever فَتَّحَunfolded الوردُthe rose فيin جَنّاتِgardens of وجْنَتهِhis cheek
ما فَتَّحَ الوردُ في جَنّاتِ وجْنَتهِ
إِلّاexcept عَلىover الحُسنِbeauty أَضحىit became خَيرَthe finest مُعتَرِشِclimber
إِلّا عَلى الحُسنِ أَضحى خَيرَ مُعتَرِشِ
Never did the rose unfold in the gardens of his cheek
The blossoms opened in his garden’s bowers
without becoming the finest bloom climbing over beauty.
To reveal the best place for lovers to sit.
أَسررتُI concealed وَجدِيَmy passion عَنfrom لاحٍa faultfinder يُراقِبُنيwatching me
أَسررتُ وَجدِيَ عَن لاحٍ يُراقِبُني
إِذfor لَدغةُthe sting of العَذْلِreproach فاقَتsurpassed لَدغَةَthe bite of الحَنشِthe serpent
إِذ لَدغةُ العَذْلِ فاقَت لَدغَةَ الحَنشِ
I hid my passion from a faultfinder watching me,
I was glad when a spy spotted me
for the sting of reproach surpassed the serpent's bite.
For the sting of reproach is less than the scorpion’s.
أَبيتُI spend the night سَهرانَawake طولَthroughout اللّيلِthe night أَجمَعُهُall of it
أَبيتُ سَهرانَ طولَ اللّيلِ أَجمَعُهُ
أُراقِبُI watch الشَّمسَthe sun تَمحوerases دَولَةَthe reign of الغَبشِpredawn gloom
أُراقِبُ الشَّمسَ تَمحو دَولَةَ الغَبشِ
I stay awake through the whole long night,
All night I stayed awake
watching for the sun to erase the reign of predawn gloom.
To watch the sun erase the shadows.
وَاللَّيلُand the night تَرقُصُdance إِذwhen لاthere is no بَدرَfull moon أُنجُمُهُits stars
وَاللَّيلُ تَرقُصُ إِذ لا بَدرَ أُنجُمُهُ
فلمso not يكنwas منanyone who يَراهاsees them غيرَother than ذيpossessed of دهَشِamazement
فلم يكن من يَراها غيرَ ذي دهَشِ
And the night's stars dance when there is no full moon,
With no full moon, the night danced,
so none who saw them was anything but amazed.
And none watched but the awestruck witness.
فَإِنّهاfor indeed they وَهيَwhile they تَزهوglitter فيin تَراقُصِهاtheir dancing
فَإِنّها وَهيَ تَزهو في تَراقُصِها
مِثلُlike الدّنانيرِthe dinars فيin كَفٍّa palm لِمُرتَعِشِof a trembling person
مِثلُ الدّنانيرِ في كَفٍّ لِمُرتَعِشِ
For, as they glitter in their dancing,
Dancing, it was like dinars
they are like dinars in a trembling person's palm.
Trembling in the hand of one made nervous.
وَكُلَّماand whenever طَلَعَتrises شَمسٌa sun تُذَكِّرُنيreminds me
وَكُلَّما طَلَعَت شَمسٌ تُذَكِّرُني
بِفَضلِهاby its excellence فَضلَthe excellence of مُحييthe reviver of مَذهَبِthe school of القرشيthe Qurashi
بِفَضلِها فَضلَ مُحيي مَذهَبِ القرشي
And whenever a sun rises, it reminds me
The rising sun reminds me each day
by its excellence, of the excellence of the reviver of the Qurashi's school.
Of the excellence of the Prophet’s way.
مُحقّقُmaster scholar of الوقتِthe age أَضحىhas become سهمُthe arrow of فِطْنَتهِhis discernment
مُحقّقُ الوقتِ أَضحى سهمُ فِطْنَتهِ
لاno شكّdoubt عنaway from غَرضِthe target of التحقيقِexact inquiry لمdid not يطِشِmiss
لا شكّ عن غَرضِ التحقيقِ لم يطِشِ
The age's master scholar—his arrow of discernment has
The wise executor fulfilled his time,
undoubtedly never missed the target of exact inquiry.
His reasoning missing no intended goal.
ماءُthe water of الحَياةِlife بِهِthrough him العلياءُeminence قدindeed حَييَتhas come alive
ماءُ الحَياةِ بِهِ العلياءُ قد حَييَت
وَمَجدُهاand its glory عاشَlived إِذfor لَولاهُwere it not for him لَمnot يَعِشِlive
وَمَجدُها عاشَ إِذ لَولاهُ لَم يَعِشِ
The water of life—through him, eminence has revived,
The water of life was revived by him,
and its glory has lived, for without him it would not have lived.
And its glory lives, else it would not have endured.
كَريمُnoble in نَفسٍsoul كَأَصلٍas in lineage كانَwas مَسكنُهُhis dwelling
كَريمُ نَفسٍ كَأَصلٍ كانَ مَسكنُهُ
مِنfrom ذَروةِthe summit of العِزِّglory فيupon عالٍa lofty one مِنَamong العُرشِthe thrones
مِن ذَروةِ العِزِّ في عالٍ مِنَ العُرشِ
Noble in soul as in lineage, his dwelling stood
Noble soul, he was like a tree,
at glory's summit, upon a lofty throne.
His home at the peak of glory, under the Divine Throne.
تَوَسَّدhe took as a pillow المَجدَglory فيin فَخرٍpride وفيand in شَرَفٍhonor
تَوَسَّد المَجدَ في فَخرٍ وفي شَرَفٍ
إِذِfor المَعاليlofty honors لَهُfor him مِنamong أَحسَنِthe finest الفُرشِbeds
إِذِ المَعالي لَهُ مِن أَحسَنِ الفُرشِ
He made glory his pillow, in pride and honor,
He rested on glory and nobility,
for lofty honors are among his finest beds.
For the heights were his best carpet.
الزّاهدُthe ascetic العابدُworshipping الرّحمنُthe All-Merciful فيwith أدَبٍreverence
الزّاهدُ العابدُ الرّحمنُ في أدَبٍ
كَأَنَّهُas though he قَدindeed يَراهsees Him حَيثُsince منهof Him خُشيfeared
كَأَنَّهُ قَد يَراه حَيثُ منه خُشي
The ascetic worships the All-Merciful with reverence,
That ascetic worshipper of the Merciful showed such reverence,
as though he truly sees Him, in his fear of Him.
It was as if he could see his Lord before him.
وَاللَّهُand God يُبقيهِpreserves him فيin عِزٍّhonor وَيكلؤُهُand guards him
وَاللَّهُ يُبقيهِ في عِزٍّ وَيكلؤُهُ
مِنfrom كُلِّevery ذيone possessed of حَسَدٍenvy لِلبُغضout of hatred فيهagainst him يشيslanders
مِن كُلِّ ذي حَسَدٍ لِلبُغض فيه يشي
And may God preserve him in honor and guard him
May God preserve him in might and protect him
from every envious one who slanders him out of hatred,
From every envious hater.
ماas long as طرزَembroidered الرَّوضُthe garden فيwith قطرdrops of السّحابِthe clouds وماand as long as
ما طرزَ الرَّوضُ في قطر السّحابِ وما
مِنَof المَحاسِنِbeautiful things فيin درِّthe pearls of الزّهورِblossoms وشيembroidered
مِنَ المَحاسِنِ في درِّ الزّهورِ وشي
as long as the garden is embroidered with cloud-drops, and as long as
The garden has brought forth no finer embroidery,
loveliness is embroidered in the pearls of blossoms.
Nor the buds more beautiful adornment.
Sol 6.1