هبلتكmay she be bereaved of you أمكyour mother والحديثand talk شجونbranching paths
هبلتك أمك والحديث شجون
ظبياتgazelles واديvalley of السيرal-Sir حورdark-eyed عينwide-eyed
ظبيات وادي السير حور عين
May your mother be bereaved of you—and talk has many byways.
Your madness, mother, and the talk is yearning
The gazelles of Wadi al-Sir are dark-eyed, wide-eyed beauties.
Gazelles of Wadi Sir, houris' eyes
وأناand I بهنby them وإنand even if يكنit be فرhas fled الصباboyhood
وأنا بهن وإن يكن فر الصبا
وشبابهنand their youth متيمenthralled by love مفتونbewitched
وشبابهن متيم مفتون
And I, though boyhood may have fled, by them
And I am fond of them even if the prime of youth has fled
and their youth am enthralled, bewitched.
And their youth enchants the infatuated
سلمىSalma بماحصat Mahis قدalready تألقflashed موهناlate at night
سلمى بماحص قد تألق موهنا
برقlightning وبلand drenched ثرىthe soil of الفحيصFuheis هتونpouring rain
برق وبل ثرى الفحيص هتون
Salma, at Mahis, late at night there flashed
Salma with radiant charm
lightning, and a downpour drenched the soil of Fuheis.
Lightning and wet earth softens
فإذنso then وربby the Lord of الراقصاتthe dancing camels إلىtoward منىMina
فإذن ورب الراقصات إلى منى
لاno بدescape منfrom أنthat يورقputs forth leaves الدحنونthe red anemone
لا بد من أن يورق الدحنون
So then, by the Lord of the camels dancing toward Mina,
So by the Lord of dancers to Mina
the red anemone must put forth leaves.
The branches must bloom
ولسوفand shall surely أبصرI see فيin تضرجthe reddening of خدهits cheek
ولسوف أبصر في تضرج خده
خديكyour two cheeks يمتقعانboth turn pale ياO برفينBerfin
خديك يمتقعان يا برفين
And surely I shall see, in the crimson flush of its cheek,
And I will see in the blush of her cheek
your cheeks growing pale, O Berfin.
Your cheeks redden, O aloeswood
سقياًa blessing of rain لعهدكupon your days والشبابand youth قشيبةfresh
سقياً لعهدك والشباب قشيبة
أثوابهits robes وأناand I بكby you المفتونthe bewitched one
أثوابه وأنا بك المفتون
May rain bless your days, when youth wore fresh
Quenching the pact and youth now grey
robes, and I was bewitched by you.
Its clothes and I, infatuated by you
وذوائبيand my locks لمnot تشتعلblazed شيباًwith gray hair ولمand not
وذوائبي لم تشتعل شيباً ولم
تزحفcreep عليupon me وقدand already كبرتI grew older غضونwrinkles
تزحف علي وقد كبرت غضون
And my locks had not blazed with gray, nor had
My tresses did not whiten with age and
wrinkles crept upon me, though I had grown older.
Did not creep upon me though passions grew
هلdo تذكرينyou remember تدلهيmy lovesick bewilderment وتولهيand my infatuation
هل تذكرين تدلهي وتولهي
بكwith you والحياةand life كماas أريدI wish تكونis
بك والحياة كما أريد تكون
Do you remember my lovesick bewilderment and infatuation
Do you remember your play and diversion
with you, when life was as I wished it to be?
With you and life being as I want it to be
فرfled الصباboyhood أماas for الشبابyouth فإنهthen indeed it
فر الصبا أما الشباب فإنه
يبكيweeps عليover me لأَننيbecause I مسكينwretched
يبكي علي لأَنني مسكين
Boyhood has fled; as for youth, it
The prime of youth may have fled but youth
weeps for me, for I am wretched.
Weeps for me for I am destitute
قدindeed بعتI sold فيin طردpursuit of الهوىlove ريعانهits prime
قد بعت في طرد الهوى ريعانه
وأشحتand I turned away عنهfrom it كأنيas though I المغبونthe cheated one
وأشحت عنه كأني المغبون
I sold its prime in the pursuit of love,
I sold in pursuing passion its meadows
and turned away from it as though I were the one cheated.
And was miserly about it as if I was the duped one
وتبعتand I followed سلمىSalma إذwhen مضاربthe tents of قومهاher people
وتبعت سلمى إذ مضارب قومها
أمتاحI draw up منfrom نظراتهاher glances وأشونand I store up
أمتاح من نظراتها وأشون
And I followed Salma, while at her people's tents
And I followed Salma when her tribe's abodes
I drew from her glances and stored them up.
Were filled with her glances and ecstasy
إنindeed الخرابيشthe rough tents التيwhich حامتhovered علىover
إن الخرابيش التي حامت على
أوor حولaround منwhoever يرتادهنfrequents them ظنونsuspicions
أو حول من يرتادهن ظنون
Indeed, in the rough tents, where suspicions hovered over
Indeed the ruins that hovered over
or around those who frequent them,
Or around those who harbored suspicions
فيin نجعهنtheir encampment وربعهنand their dwelling ودمعهنand their tears
في نجعهن وربعهن ودمعهن
إذاwhen صدقنthey speak truth وإنand even if بكينthey weep يقينcertainty
إذا صدقن وإن بكين يقين
in their encampment, their dwelling, and their tears,
In their oasis, quarter and tears
when they speak truly, even if they weep, there is certainty.
If they were truthful even when they cried
سلمىSalma ولوand even if شرراًsparks إليtoward me تطلعيlook!
سلمى ولو شرراً إلي تطلعي
فلقدfor indeed تنوبstand in عنfor العيونthe eyes عيونeyes
فلقد تنوب عن العيون عيون
Salma, look toward me, even if your gaze is sparks,
Salma even if you glance angrily at me
for eyes may indeed take the place of other eyes.
Eyes have taken the place of eyes
سلمىSalma وربby the Lord of الراقصاتthe dancing camels إلىtoward منيMina
سلمى ورب الراقصات إلى مني
بيin me للصبابةfor ardent love لوعةburning anguish وحنينand yearning
بي للصبابة لوعة وحنين
Salma, by the Lord of the camels dancing toward Mina,
Salma by the Lord of dancers to Mina
in me are love's burning anguish and yearning.
In me is longing and yearning for youth
وبعاثرand in the luckless one الجدfortune الذيwho خفقاتهhis heartbeats
وبعاثر الجد الذي خفقاته
خفقتfaltered ورانand settled علىover جواهhis heartache سكونstillness
خفقت وران على جواه سكون
And in this luckless man, whose heartbeats
And the confusion of old age whose tremors
have faltered, and stillness has settled over his heartache,
Trembled and flowed over its banks tranquilly
ماnot زالhas ceased متسعroom لبرحfor the torment of جوىburning passion عفاfaded
ما زال متسع لبرح جوى عفا
فدعيso let هواكyour love علىover جوايmy heartache يرينsettle
فدعي هواك على جواي يرين
there is still room for the torment of a passion that faded;
Still has room for a loved one's passion
so let your love settle over my heartache.
So leave your love to gently flow upon my essence
Sol 6.1