سَلَبتِyou stripped عِظاميmy bones لَحمَهاtheir flesh فَتَرَكتِهاso you left them
سَلَبتِ عِظامي لَحمَها فَتَرَكتِها
مُعَرَّقَةٌstripped of flesh تَضحىare exposed to the sun إِلَيهِtoward it وَتَخصَرُand grow cold
مُعَرَّقَةٌ تَضحى إِلَيهِ وَتَخصَرُ
You stripped my bones of their flesh and left them
You stripped my bones of their flesh, leaving them
Stripped bare, sun-exposed toward it, and growing cold.
Exposed, as dawn breaks and wraps around your waist
وَأَخلَيتِهاand you emptied them مِنof مُخِّهاtheir marrow وَكَأَنَّهاand as though they were
وَأَخلَيتِها مِن مُخِّها وَكَأَنَّها
قَواريرُglass bottles فيin أَجوافِهاtheir hollows الريحُthe wind تَصفِرُwhistles
قَواريرُ في أَجوافِها الريحُ تَصفِرُ
And you emptied them of their marrow, as though they were
You emptied my mind like pouring out
Glass bottles in whose hollows the wind whistles.
A flask, the breeze whistling through the hollow space
إِذاwhen سَمِعَتthey hear ذِكرَmention of الحَبيبِthe beloved تَقَطَّعَتare torn apart
إِذا سَمِعَت ذِكرَ الحَبيبِ تَقَطَّعَت
عَلائِقُهاtheir bonds مِمّاfrom what تَخافُthey fear وَتَحذَرُand beware of
عَلائِقُها مِمّا تَخافُ وَتَحذَرُ
When they hear the beloved mentioned, torn apart are
When she hears her beloved’s name, she trembles
Their bonds, from what they fear and dread.
Fearing, dreading, her bonds fall apart
خُذيtake بِيَديby my hand ثُمَّthen اِنهَضيrise بيwith me تَبَيَّنيdiscern
خُذي بِيَدي ثُمَّ اِنهَضي بي تَبَيَّني
بِيَin me الضَرَّthe suffering إِلّاexcept أَنَّنيthat I أَتَسَتَّرُI conceal myself
بِيَ الضَرَّ إِلّا أَنَّني أَتَسَتَّرُ
Take my hand, then lift me up; discern
Take my hand, rise with me to see
The suffering in me, though I conceal it.
My hurt, though I veil it discreet
فَماso what حيلَتيmy recourse إِنif لَمnot تَكُنbe لَكِfor you رَحمَةٌmercy
فَما حيلَتي إِن لَم تَكُن لَكِ رَحمَةٌ
عَلَيَّon me وَلاand no ليfor me عَنكِapart from you صَبرٌpatience فَأَصبِرُso I might endure
عَلَيَّ وَلا لي عَنكِ صَبرٌ فَأَصبِرُ
So what recourse have I if you have no mercy
What can I do if you have no mercy
On me, and I have no patience to endure being without you?
For me, if I have no patience to wait for you
فَوَاللَهِfor, by God ماnot قَصَّرتُI fell short فيماin what أَظُنُّهُI believe it to be
فَوَاللَهِ ما قَصَّرتُ فيما أَظُنُّهُ
رِضاكِyour satisfaction وَلَكِنّيbut I مُحِبُّa lover مُكَفَّرُunappreciated
رِضاكِ وَلَكِنّي مُحِبُّ مُكَفَّرُ
For, by God, I have not fallen short in what I believe to be
By God, I think I pleased you but still
Your pleasure; but I am an unappreciated lover.
I am a lover, blameworthy, ashamed
وَلَيسَand is not الَّذيthat which يَجريflows مِنَfrom العَينِthe eye ماؤُهاits water
وَلَيسَ الَّذي يَجري مِنَ العَينِ ماؤُها
وَلَكِنَّهاbut it is نَفسٌa soul تَذوبُmelts فَتَقطُرُand then drips
وَلَكِنَّها نَفسٌ تَذوبُ فَتَقطُرُ
And what flows from the eye is not its water,
It's not tears that flow from my eyes
But it is a soul that melts and then drips.
But a soul melting, dripping away
Sol 6.1