قَدِalready اِطَّلَعتَyou have learned عَلىof سِرّيmy secret وَإِعلانيand my public disclosure
قَدِ اِطَّلَعتَ عَلى سِرّي وَإِعلاني
فَإِذهَبso go لِشَأنِكَabout your business لَيسَis not الجَهلُfolly مِنof شانيmy way
فَإِذهَب لِشَأنِكَ لَيسَ الجَهلُ مِن شاني
You have already learned my secret and what I make public.
You've seen my secret and my declaration
So go about your business; folly is not my way.
So go about your business, ignorance does not suit me
إِنَّindeed الَّتيshe who كُنتُI used to أَنحوhead toward قَصدَthe direction of شِرَّتِهاher wild ardor
إِنَّ الَّتي كُنتُ أَنحو قَصدَ شِرَّتِها
أَعطَتgave رِضىًconsent وَأَطاعَتand yielded بَعدَafter عِصيانِdefiance
أَعطَت رِضىً وَأَطاعَت بَعدَ عِصيانِ
Indeed, she whose wild ardor I once pursued
She whom I sought, aiming for her affection
has given consent and yielded after defiance.
Granted consent and obeyed after rebellion
حَسبيenough for me بِماwith what أَدَّتِbrought الأَيّامُthe days تَجرِبَةًas experience
حَسبي بِما أَدَّتِ الأَيّامُ تَجرِبَةً
سَعىcame serving عَلَيَّto me بِكَأسَيهاwith their two cups الجَديدانِnight and day
سَعى عَلَيَّ بِكَأسَيها الجَديدانِ
What the days have brought is experience enough for me;
Sufficient for me is what time's days have taught as trials
night and day served me their two cups.
With its two new cups, fate pressed me to drink
دَلَّتpointed عَلىto عَيبِهاits flaw الدُنياthe world وَصَدَّقَهاand proved it truthful
دَلَّت عَلى عَيبِها الدُنيا وَصَدَّقَها
ماwhat اِستَرجَعَreclaimed الدَهرُtime مِمّاof what كانَhad أَعطانيgiven me
ما اِستَرجَعَ الدَهرُ مِمّا كانَ أَعطاني
The world revealed its flaw, and was borne out by
The world revealed her faults and ratified them
what time reclaimed of what it had given me.
With what time reclaimed of what it had given me
إِماif تَرَينيyou see me أُزجّيI urge onward العيسَthe pale camels مُنتَظِراًawaiting
إِما تَرَيني أُزجّي العيسَ مُنتَظِراً
وَعدَthe promise of المُنىhopes أَرتَعيI find pasture فيin غَيرِother than أَوطانيmy homelands
وَعدَ المُنى أَرتَعي في غَيرِ أَوطاني
If you see me urging the pale camels onward, awaiting
You may see me living the life of a recluse
the promise of hopes, finding pasture outside my homelands,
Awaiting fate's promise, wandering without a home
فَقَدyet indeed أَروحُI go at evening نَديمَthe drinking companion of الدَهرِTime يَمزُجُmixes ليfor me
فَقَد أَروحُ نَديمَ الدَهرِ يَمزُجُ لي
كَأسَthe cup of الهَوىlove وَيُحَيِّنيand greets me بِرَيحانِwith sweet basil
كَأسَ الهَوى وَيُحَيِّني بِرَيحانِ
yet I once passed evenings as Time’s drinking companion, as it mixed for me
For time's companion mixes for me
the cup of love and greeted me with sweet basil.
The cup of passion and revives me with basil
سائِلask جَديدَfresh الهَوىlove هَلwhether كُنتُI used to أُخلِقُهُwear it out
سائِل جَديدَ الهَوى هَل كُنتُ أُخلِقُهُ
إِذwhen لِلصِبىfor youth مُهجَةٌa soul تَمشيwalks بِجُثمانيwithin my body
إِذ لِلصِبى مُهجَةٌ تَمشي بِجُثماني
Ask fresh love whether I used to wear it out,
I ask, was I born to feel this new passion?
when youth had a soul that walked within my body:
For as a child, desire walked with my body
أَيّامَdays لِلعَذلِfor reproach إِكثارٌabundance وَمَعصِيَّةٌand defiance
أَيّامَ لِلعَذلِ إِكثارٌ وَمَعصِيَّةٌ
وَالراحُand wine تُسرِعُspeeds فيthrough عَقليmy reason وَأَحزانيand my sorrows
وَالراحُ تُسرِعُ في عَقلي وَأَحزاني
days of abundant reproach and defiance,
Days of playfulness and mischief
and wine sped through my reason and my sorrows.
While mind and sorrows race within me
لاnot أُوحِشُI leave desolate الخِدرَthe curtained chamber مِنof شَخصيmy presence وَبَيضَتَهُand its fair maiden
لا أُوحِشُ الخِدرَ مِن شَخصي وَبَيضَتَهُ
وَلاnor أُوَحِّدُI leave alone بِالصَهباءِwith tawny wine نُدمانيmy drinking companions
وَلا أُوَحِّدُ بِالصَهباءِ نُدماني
I left neither the curtained chamber nor its fair maiden bereft of me,
I don't forsake the ruins or their whiteness
nor left my drinking companions alone with tawny wine.
Nor do I, in wakefulness, feel lonely
وَلَيلَةٍand many a night ماnot يَكادُnearly النَجمُthe star يَسهَرُهاstays awake through it
وَلَيلَةٍ ما يَكادُ النَجمُ يَسهَرُها
سامَرتُهاI passed it in night-talk بِقَتولِwith a deadly beauty الدَلِّcoquetry مِفتانِbewitching
سامَرتُها بِقَتولِ الدَلِّ مِفتانِ
And many a night the star could scarcely stay awake through
On a night when barely a star kept vigil
I passed in night-talk with a bewitching beauty of deadly coquetry.
I conversed with it using the stream's murmur
إِذاwhen أَطاعَتshe yielded عَصاهاdefied her ثِقلُthe weight of رادِفِهاher hips
إِذا أَطاعَت عَصاها ثِقلُ رادِفِها
كَالدِعصِlike a sand mound يَفرَعُهُrises above it غُصنٌa branch مِنَof البانِthe bān tree
كَالدِعصِ يَفرَعُهُ غُصنٌ مِنَ البانِ
When she yielded, the weight of her hips defied her,
When it obeys the heaviness of its rider
like a sand mound crowned by a branch of the bān tree.
Like a palm branch swaying beneath its clusters
كَأَنَّهاas though she بَعدَafter ماthat قامَhad raised الصَباحُmorning بِهاher
كَأَنَّها بَعدَ ما قامَ الصَباحُ بِها
وَسنىdrowsy تَمَشَّتmoved along بِهاwith her أَعطافُthe bodily sides of نَشوانِa drunken man
وَسنى تَمَشَّت بِها أَعطافُ نَشوانِ
After morning had raised her, she seemed
As if, after dawn had taken it
a drowsy woman, borne along by a drunken man’s swaying frame.
The twisting paths of delight had walked with it
وَلَّتshe turned away كَماas اِنسابَglided ثُعبانٌa snake وَقَدand already نَهَضَتshe had risen
وَلَّت كَما اِنسابَ ثُعبانٌ وَقَد نَهَضَت
إِلّاsave that وَقيذَةَweighed down in أَردافٍhips وَأَركانِand limbs
إِلّا وَقيذَةَ أَردافٍ وَأَركانِ
She turned away, gliding like a snake, having risen—
It swayed as softly as a gliding serpent
save that her hips and limbs were weighed down.
Leaving only the trace of hips and legs
أَدرَكتُI lived to see فيin الدَهرِtime أَيّاماًdays بَلَغتُI attained بِهاthrough them
أَدرَكتُ في الدَهرِ أَيّاماً بَلَغتُ بِها
رِضىthe favor of الشَبابِyouth الَّذيwhich قَدalready كانَhad عاصانيdefied me
رِضى الشَبابِ الَّذي قَد كانَ عاصاني
I lived to see days in the course of time through which I gained
I've known times in life when I was sated
the favor of youth, which had once defied me.
With the pleasures of youth that once defied me
سَعَتcame bearing عَلَيَّto me لَياليهاtheir nights بِزائِرَةٍwith a female visitor
سَعَت عَلَيَّ لَياليها بِزائِرَةٍ
زَفَّushered الكَرىsleep طَيفَهاher phantom وَهناًlate at night فَحَيّانيand greeted me
زَفَّ الكَرى طَيفَها وَهناً فَحَيّاني
Their nights brought me a visitor;
Its nights came to me with a visiting belle
Sleep ushered her phantom in late at night, and it greeted me.
Whose image fate introduced that left me confounded
باتَتshe spent the night تَأَبّىrefusing وَماand not تَدريknowing بِماof what صَنَعَتshe had done
باتَت تَأَبّى وَما تَدري بِما صَنَعَت
بِنائِمٍto a sleeper وَرَّثَتهُshe bequeathed him سُؤلَthe longing of يَقظانِa waking man
بِنائِمٍ وَرَّثَتهُ سُؤلَ يَقظانِ
She spent the night refusing, unaware of what she had done
She persisted in refusing while unaware
to a sleeper she left with a waking man’s longing.
Of a slumbering man whom she left awake
فَالآنَso now أَقصَرتُI have desisted إِذsince رَدَّheld back الزَمانُtime يَديmy hand
فَالآنَ أَقصَرتُ إِذ رَدَّ الزَمانُ يَدي
وَنافَرَتنيand shunned me اللَياليthe nights بَعدَafter إِذعانِsubmission
وَنافَرَتني اللَيالي بَعدَ إِذعانِ
So now I have desisted, since time held back my hand,
So now I've grown short as time retracted its hand
and the nights have shunned me after submitting.
And the nights parted from me after obedience
حاشىfar be it لِعَينَيَّfrom my two eyes أَنthat تَفنىrun dry دُموعُهُماtheir tears
حاشى لِعَينَيَّ أَن تَفنى دُموعُهُما
عَلىover هَوىa love نازِحٍfar away أَوor نَأيَthe departure of جيرانِneighbors
عَلى هَوى نازِحٍ أَو نَأيَ جيرانِ
Far be it from my eyes for their tears to run dry
Far from my eyes to shed their tears
over a distant love or neighbors’ departure.
Over deserted passion or distant neighbor
ماnot كُنتُI used to أَدَّخِرُstore up الشَكوىcomplaint لِحادِثَةٍfor a calamity
ما كُنتُ أَدَّخِرُ الشَكوى لِحادِثَةٍ
حَتّىuntil اِبتَلىtested الدَهرُtime أَسراريmy secrets فَأَشكانيand made me complain
حَتّى اِبتَلى الدَهرُ أَسراري فَأَشكاني
I had never stored up complaint for any calamity,
I did not reserve complaint for an event
until time tested my secrets and made me complain.
Until time exposed my secrets and confused me
إِلىtoward الأَمامِthe front تَهاداناbore us swaying بِأَرحُلِناwith our saddles
إِلى الأَمامِ تَهادانا بِأَرحُلِنا
خَلقٌcreatures مِنَof الريحِwind فيin أَشباحِthe shapes of ظُلمانِmale ostriches
خَلقٌ مِنَ الريحِ في أَشباحِ ظُلمانِ
Forward they bore us swaying upon our saddles—
Forward we drift with our saddlebags
creatures of wind in the shapes of male ostriches.
Like ghosts in the shadows of darkness
كَأَنَّas though إِفلاتَهاtheir flight وَالفَجرُwhile dawn يَأخُذُهاovertakes them
كَأَنَّ إِفلاتَها وَالفَجرُ يَأخُذُها
إِفلاتُthe flight of صادِرَةٍa departing arrow عَنfrom قَوسِa bow for حُسبانٍshort shafts
إِفلاتُ صادِرَةٍ عَن قَوسِ حُسبانٍ
Their flight, with dawn overtaking them, was like
As if her escape as dawn takes her
an arrow’s flight from a bow for short shafts.
Is an arrow's release from fate's reckoning
نَستَودِعُwe entrust اللَيلَthe night أَسرارَthe secrets of الهُمومِcares إِذاwhen
نَستَودِعُ اللَيلَ أَسرارَ الهُمومِ إِذا
باحَreveals النُعاسُdrowsiness بِعَجزِthe weakness of الصاحِبِthe companion الوانيweary
باحَ النُعاسُ بِعَجزِ الصاحِبِ الواني
We entrust the night with the secrets of our cares when
We confide to the night our worries' secrets
drowsiness reveals the weary companion’s weakness.
When drowsiness prevails over the chatting companion
تَهوىthey plunge onward بِأَشعَثَwith a disheveled man لَوif يَسطيعُhe could أَعقَبَهاhe would relieve them
تَهوى بِأَشعَثَ لَو يَسطيعُ أَعقَبَها
تَفريthey cleave مَجاهِلَuncharted expanses of غيطانٍlowlands لِغيطانِto more lowlands
تَفري مَجاهِلَ غيطانٍ لِغيطانِ
They plunge onward with a disheveled rider who, if he could, would relieve them,
She craves one disheveled, if only he could overtake her
cleaving uncharted hollows, from lowland to lowland.
To wander from ignoramus to ignoramus
قَضَتmade an end عَلىof اللَيلِthe night بِالإِدلاجِthrough night-travel هِمَّتُهُhis resolve
قَضَت عَلى اللَيلِ بِالإِدلاجِ هِمَّتُهُ
فَقَدَّهُso he cleft it بِسَؤُورِwith a mount that traverses اللَيلِthe night مِذعانِobedient
فَقَدَّهُ بِسَؤُورِ اللَيلِ مِذعانِ
His resolve put an end to night by traveling through it;
Fate extinguished it by enshrouding the night
so he cleft it with an obedient mount that travels by night.
Leaving it lost in the night's captivity
تَلَوَّمَlingered الصُبحُdawn فيهِwithin it ثُمَّthen قَوَّضَهُdismantled it
تَلَوَّمَ الصُبحُ فيهِ ثُمَّ قَوَّضَهُ
وَاِرتَدَّand withdrew وَجهُthe face of النَهارِday الفاقِعِdazzling القانيdeep crimson
وَاِرتَدَّ وَجهُ النَهارِ الفاقِعِ القاني
Dawn lingered within it, then dismantled it,
Dawn churned within it, then demolished it
and the dazzling, crimson face of day withdrew.
And the radiant day's face turned away
يَنسابُglides فيthrough اللَيلِthe night لاnot يَرعىheeds لِهاجِسِهِhis foreboding
يَنسابُ في اللَيلِ لا يَرعى لِهاجِسِهِ
كَأَنَّهُas though he راكِبٌwere riding فيon رَأسِthe head of ثُعبانِa serpent
كَأَنَّهُ راكِبٌ في رَأسِ ثُعبانِ
He glides through the night, heedless of his forebodings,
Gliding in the night, heedless of his anxieties
as though he were riding on a serpent’s head.
As if riding on the head of a serpent
لَمnot يُغمِدِhas sheathed السَيفَthe sword مُذsince نيطَتwere fastened حَمائِلُهُits sword straps
لَم يُغمِدِ السَيفَ مُذ نيطَت حَمائِلُهُ
يَوماًfor a day وَلاnor سَلَّهُdrawn it إِلّاexcept عَلىagainst جانِa wrongdoer
يَوماً وَلا سَلَّهُ إِلّا عَلى جانِ
He has not sheathed his sword since its straps were fastened,
He has not sheathed the sword since first strapping it
for a single day, nor drawn it except against a wrongdoer.
Except to draw it on foe after foe
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