لي غَبوقٌ مِنَ الهَوى وَصَبوحُ
وَبِقَلبي يَغدو الهَوى ويَروحُ
I have an evening draught of love and a morning draught.
I have a longing for love at dawn and dusk,
Within my heart, love goes forth each morning and returns each evening.
And in my heart, love comes and goes.
مَن رَآني مُلقىً بِظَهرِ فِراشي
قالَ هَذا هُوَ اللَّقَى المَطروحُ
Whoever saw me lying atop my bed
Whoever saw me lying on my back,
said, "This is a castoff, thrown aside."
Said this is the one who's been tossed aside.
يا لقَومي ماذا مِنَ الوَجدِ أَلقى
فَاِندُبوني وَاِبكوا عَلَيَّ وَنوحُوا
O my people, what anguish of love I endure!
Oh my people, what agony have I endured!
So lament me, weep over me, and wail.
Mourn for me, weep for me, and wail!
لِيَ روحٌ بِغَيرِ جِسمٍ وَجِسمٌ
يُقسِمُ العائِدونَ ما فيهِ روحُ
I have a soul without a body, and a body
I have a soul without a body, and a body,
that my visitors swear has no soul within.
Those returning say it has no soul.
مَن مُجيري مِنَ الحَبيبِ الَّذي في
هِ اِعتَراني الشَقاءُ وَالتَبريحُ
Who will shield me from the beloved, because of
Who will protect me from the beloved who
whom misery and torment have overtaken me?
Has assaulted me with misery and abandonment?
فَقَبيحُ الغَرامِ عِندي جَميلٌ
وَجَميلُ العَزاءِ عِندي قَبيحُ
For the ugliness of passion is beautiful to me,
In my view, the shame of passion is beautiful,
and the beauty of consolation is ugly to me.
And the beauty of consolation is ugly.
لَم يَبُح بِالهَوى لِساني وَلَكِن
دَمعُ عَيني بِما أُجِنُّ يَبوحُ
My tongue has not spoken of love, and yet
My tongue hasn't confessed my love openly, but
my eye's tears speak of what I conceal.
The tears of my eyes reveal what I conceal.
Sol 6.1