صاحِبَ السَيفِ الصَقيلِ المُحَلّا

صاحِبَ السَيفِ الصَقيلِ المُحَلّا

جَرِّدِ اللَحظَ وَأَلقِ السِلاحا

جَرِّدِ اللَحظَ وَأَلقِ السِلاحا

O bearer of the burnished, adorned sword,

O bearer of the sharp polished sword

unsheathe your glance and cast aside your arms.

Draw it and cast away the scabbard

لَكَ يا رَبَّ العُيو

لَكَ يا رَبَّ العُيو

نِ القَواتِل

نِ القَواتِل

You have, O lord of

You, Lord of the strong warriors

murderous eyes,

It did not suffice to carry the sword in vain and withered

ما كَفى عَن حَملِ سَي

ما كَفى عَن حَملِ سَي

فٍ وَذابِل

فٍ وَذابِل

what spares you bearing a

Eyes that appear in which the fighter

sword and slender spear:

Nothing has flowed except steadfastness

أَعيُنٌ تَبدو لَدَيها

أَعيُنٌ تَبدو لَدَيها

المَقاتِل

المَقاتِل

eyes before which lie bare

They have bound our hearts with wounds

the body's vital spots.

More firmly than a wounded gazelle from the children of Tork

ما سَرى في جَفنِها الغَنجُ إِلّا

ما سَرى في جَفنِها الغَنجُ إِلّا

أَوثَقَت مِنّا القُلوبَ جِراحا

أَوثَقَت مِنّا القُلوبَ جِراحا

Whenever coquetry stole through their lids,

Whose cheek is wounded with words, not with glances

they laid our hearts low with wounds.

So the army of night has collapsed without pain

وَغَزالٍ مِن بَني ال

وَغَزالٍ مِن بَني ال

تُركِ أَلمى

تُركِ أَلمى

And a gazelle from among the

Its cheeks have dawned and the winds are clearing

Turks, dark-lipped,

So I imagined that my binding was a morning

خَدُّهُ بِاللَفظِ لا ال

خَدُّهُ بِاللَفظِ لا ال

لَحظِ يَدمى

لَحظِ يَدمى

his cheek, at a word—not a

He visited me while night had dragged its tail

glance—bleeds.

So he showed us that his face was sun at night

فَلَّ جَيشَ اللَيلِ لَم

فَلَّ جَيشَ اللَيلِ لَم

ما أَلَمّا

ما أَلَمّا

He routed the army of night when

Whenever the wind leaned with it

he came visiting.

His face appeared and shone

أَشرَقَت خَدّاهُ وَالراحُ تُجلى

أَشرَقَت خَدّاهُ وَالراحُ تُجلى

فَتَوَهَّمتُ اِغتِباقي اِصطِباحا

فَتَوَهَّمتُ اِغتِباقي اِصطِباحا

His cheeks shone as the wine was unveiled,

He made the ignorant night a morning

so I mistook my evening draught for a morning one.

And a chiding beloved who had spent the night

زارَني وَاللَيلُ قَد

زارَني وَاللَيلُ قَد

مَدَّ ذَيلا

مَدَّ ذَيلا

He visited me when night had

Keeping him from harm in words

spread its train.

I said, say that I am risking my soul

فَأَرانا وَجهُهُ ال

فَأَرانا وَجهُهُ ال

شَمسَ لَيلا

شَمسَ لَيلا

Then his face showed us the

He said, Refrain, I said No

sun at night.

I do not fear disgrace along with his love

كُلَّما مالَت بِهِ ال

كُلَّما مالَت بِهِ ال

راحُ مَيلا

راحُ مَيلا

Whenever he was swayed by the

How many nights he spent conversing with me

wine,

While the blackness of night is inseparable from dawn

وَتَبَدّى وَجهُهُ وَتَجَلّى

وَتَبَدّى وَجهُهُ وَتَجَلّى

صَيَّرَ اللَيلَ البَهيمَ صَباحا

صَيَّرَ اللَيلَ البَهيمَ صَباحا

and his face appeared and shone forth,

So he quenched my thirst, and the cup brought us together

it turned the pitch-black night to morning.

He said, "Is the cup not full with comfort?"

وَعُذولٍ باتَ لي

وَعُذولٍ باتَ لي

عَنهُ زاجِر

عَنهُ زاجِر

And a reprover spent the night

I said, "Your sweet saliva is enough comfort for me."

warning me away from him,

He said to me in reproach, and night was our guide

إِذ رَآني مِن أَذى ال

إِذ رَآني مِن أَذى ال

قَولِ حاذِر

قَولِ حاذِر

when he saw me wary of the harm of

With my hand bringing him close to my pillow

speech.

You came between me and my sleep

قُلتُ قُل إِنّي بِرو

قُلتُ قُل إِنّي بِرو

حي مُخاطِر

حي مُخاطِر

I said, 'Speak! I am risking my

Making your right side a pillow for my leg

soul.'

And the left hand on my waist an embrace

قالَ مَه لا تَعصِني قُلتُ مَهلا

قالَ مَه لا تَعصِني قُلتُ مَهلا

لَستُ أَخشى مَع هَواهُ اِفتِضاحا

لَستُ أَخشى مَع هَواهُ اِفتِضاحا

He said, 'Stop! Do not disobey me.' I said, 'Easy—

And a girl who met with him and leaned

I fear no disgrace in loving him.'

Seeking to kiss him when she leaned away

رُبَّ لَيلٍ باتَ في

رُبَّ لَيلٍ باتَ في

هِ مُواصِل

هِ مُواصِل

Many a night he spent

So he recoiled from her disgusted and said

in loving union,

“Do not forbid the kiss of a night when you allow it"

وَخِضابُ اللَيلِ بِال

وَخِضابُ اللَيلِ بِال

صُبحِ ناصِل

صُبحِ ناصِل

while night's dye, with the

We do not lack your graciousness

dawn, was fading;

فَسَقاني الريقَ وَال

فَسَقاني الريقَ وَال

كَأسُ واصِل

كَأسُ واصِل

then he gave me his saliva to drink, while the

cup came round.

قالَ أَملا الكَأسَ بِالراحِ أَم لا

قالَ أَملا الكَأسَ بِالراحِ أَم لا

قُلتُ حَسبي ريقُكَ العَذبُ راحا

قُلتُ حَسبي ريقُكَ العَذبُ راحا

He said, 'Shall I fill the cup with wine, or not?'

I said, 'Your sweet saliva is wine enough for me.'

قالَ لي في العَتبِ وَال

قالَ لي في العَتبِ وَال

لَيلُ هادي

لَيلُ هادي

He said to me in reproach, while the

night was still,

وَيَدي تُدنيهِ نَح

وَيَدي تُدنيهِ نَح

وَ وِسادي

وَ وِسادي

and my hand was drawing him toward

my pillow:

حُلتَ ما بَيني وَبَي

حُلتَ ما بَيني وَبَي

نَ رُقادي

نَ رُقادي

'You have come between me and

my sleep,

جاعِلاً يُمناكَ لِلساقِ حِجلا

جاعِلاً يُمناكَ لِلساقِ حِجلا

وَاليَدَ اليُسرى لِخَصري وِشاحا

وَاليَدَ اليُسرى لِخَصري وِشاحا

making your right hand an anklet round my leg

and your left hand a sash around my waist.'

وَفَتاةٍ واصَلَت

وَفَتاةٍ واصَلَت

هُ وَمالَت

هُ وَمالَت

And a young woman had been intimate with

him and leaned close,

تَبتَغي تَقبيلَهُ

تَبتَغي تَقبيلَهُ

حينَ زالَت

حينَ زالَت

seeking to kiss him

as she was leaving.

فَاِنثَنى عَنها نِفا

فَاِنثَنى عَنها نِفا

راً فَقالَت

راً فَقالَت

Then he turned away from her in

aversion, so she said:

عَن مَبيتِ لَيلَةٍ ما تَسمَح بِقُبلَه

عَن مَبيتِ لَيلَةٍ ما تَسمَح بِقُبلَه

لا عَدِمنا مِنكَ هَذي السَماحَه

لا عَدِمنا مِنكَ هَذي السَماحَه

'For a night's stay, you won't spare a kiss?

May we never lack this generosity of yours!'