هَذاكَthat مغناهُمtheir dwelling فقِفso stand فيin بينهِits midst
هَذاكَ مغناهُم فقِف في بينهِ
وحذارِand beware ثُمَّthen حذارِbeware أعيُنَthe eyes of عينهِits wide-eyed gazelles
وحذارِ ثُمَّ حذارِ أعيُنَ عينهِ
That is their dwelling; stand in its midst.
That is their singer, so stop in his midst
And beware—beware again—the eyes of its wide-eyed gazelles.
And beware, then beware, the eyes of his eyes
لاdo not تَغترِرbe deceived بفُتورِby the languor of أحداقِthe pupils of الَمهاthe oryxes
لا تَغترِر بفُتورِ أحداقِ الَمها
ففتورُهاfor their languor خَوضُa plunge into الرَّدىdeath منfrom دُونهِthis side of him
ففتورُها خَوضُ الرَّدى من دُونهِ
Do not be deceived by the languor of the oryxes' eyes,
Do not be fooled by the languor of his sleepy eyes
for their languor is a plunge into death before one reaches him.
For their languor is the seduction of temptation without him
وعنِand on اليمينِthe right منof المضاربِthe tents معهدٌa familiar haunt
وعنِ اليمينِ من المضاربِ معهدٌ
لرشاًfor a gazelle-fawn وثِقتُI trusted بعهدهِin his pledge ويمينهِand his oath
لرشاً وثِقتُ بعهدهِ ويمينهِ
And to the right of the tents is a familiar haunt,
And on the right, from the polo grounds, a promise
for a gazelle-fawn whose pledge and oath I trusted.
I trusted his promise and his oath
خَصرُthe waist الَّلمىthe dark-lipped one يرويrecounts السَّقامَsickness بصحَّةٍtruthfully
خَصرُ الَّلمى يروي السَّقامَ بصحَّةٍ
جسميmy body الضَّعيفُthe frail بخصرهِbecause of his waist وجُفونهِand his eyelids
جسمي الضَّعيفُ بخصرهِ وجُفونهِ
The dark-lipped one's waist truthfully recounts the sickness
The belt of beauty quenches my thirst with health
of my frail body, caused by his waist and eyelids.
My weak body with his belt and his eyelids
قمرٌa moon ضللتُI lost my way بخالِهthrough his beauty spot وبشَعرهِand through his hair
قمرٌ ضللتُ بخالِه وبشَعرهِ
لكنbut هُديتُI was guided بثغرهِby his mouth وجبينهِand his forehead
لكن هُديتُ بثغرهِ وجبينهِ
A moon—his beauty spot and hair led me astray,
A moon I went astray with his mole and his hair
but his mouth and forehead guided me.
But I was guided by his mouth and his forehead
ترتاعُtake fright أقمارُthe moons الدُّجاof night منbecause of نُورهِhis light
ترتاعُ أقمارُ الدُّجا من نُورهِ
وتغارُand grow jealous أغصانُthe branches النَّقاof the dunes منbecause of لينهِhis suppleness
وتغارُ أغصانُ النَّقا من لينهِ
The moons of night take fright at his light,
The moons of darkness tremble from his light
and the branches on the dunes envy his suppleness.
And the branches of palms are jealous of his softness
أودعتُهI entrusted to him قلبيmy heart وأعلمُand I know أننيthat I
أودعتُه قلبي وأعلمُ أنني
أودعتُهI entrusted it سَفَهاًfoolishly لغيرِto someone other than أمينهِits trustworthy keeper
أودعتُه سَفَهاً لغيرِ أمينهِ
I entrusted him with my heart, knowing that I
I entrusted him with my heart and I know
had foolishly entrusted it to an untrustworthy keeper.
I foolishly entrusted him to an untrustworthy keeper
ياO يومَday غُرَّبَhe was sent away لستُI am not أوَّلَthe first عاشقٍlover
يا يومَ غُرَّبَ لستُ أوَّلَ عاشقٍ
هتَكتlaid bare سرائرهُhis secrets غُروبُthe torrents of شُؤنِهhis tear ducts
هتَكت سرائرهُ غُروبُ شُؤنِه
O day he was sent away, I am not the first lover
O day when the sunset is not the first lover
whose secrets the torrents from his tear ducts laid bare.
Whose secrets were revealed by the sunset of his affairs
كمhow many فيamong الظَّعائنِthe camel litters منof كثيرٍfull of ضَغائنٍgrudges
كم في الظَّعائنِ من كثيرٍ ضَغائنٍ
لمdid not يَرثِshow pity للصَّبِّfor the love-stricken one الشَّجيthe sorrowful وشُجونِهِand his sorrows
لم يَرثِ للصَّبِّ الشَّجي وشُجونِهِ
How many a grudge-filled one is among the camel litters,
How much in suspicions is there of many suspicions
who has not pitied the sorrowful lover and his sorrows,
That did not inherit the youth his passion and his sorrows
متبسِّمٍsmiling منfrom ثغرهِhis mouth عنrevealing جَوهرٍjewels
متبسِّمٍ من ثغرهِ عن جَوهرٍ
متنضِّدٍset in rows روحيmy soul فداءُa ransom ثمينهِits precious gems
متنضِّدٍ روحي فداءُ ثمينهِ
smiling, his mouth revealing jewels
Smiling from his mouth about a precious
set in rows—my soul a ransom for those precious gems.
Substance my soul is a ransom for his preciousness
يُلهيdistracts هواهُlove for him المترفَthe pampered man المرتاحَthe carefree عنfrom
يُلهي هواهُ المترفَ المرتاحَ عن
دُنياهُhis worldly life والُمحييand the one who keeps vigil الدُّجاthe night عنfrom دينِهِhis faith
دُنياهُ والُمحيي الدُّجا عن دينِهِ
Love for him distracts the pampered, carefree man from
His love preoccupies the comfortable indulgent from
his worldly life, and the nightlong worshipper from his faith.
His world and revives the gloom from his religion
Sol 6.1