أَتلكُare those قُدودٌfigures أَمor غصونٌboughs مَوائدُswaying
أَتلكُ قُدودٌ أَم غصونٌ مَوائدُ
ونَورُand blossoms نضيدٌclosely arrayed فوقَهاabove them أمor قلائدُnecklaces
ونَورُ نضيدٌ فوقَها أم قلائدُ
Are those figures, or swaying boughs?
Are those slender branches or dining tables laid,
And are those clustered blossoms above them, or necklaces?
And is that gentle light shining above them garlands?
وهاتيكَand those over there غيدٌsupple maidens آنساتٌcompanionable نواعمُtender
وهاتيكَ غيدٌ آنساتٌ نواعمُ
بدتhave appeared أَمor ظباءٌgazelles نافراتٌskittish شَواردُstraying
بدت أَم ظباءٌ نافراتٌ شَواردُ
And are those supple, companionable, tender maidens
And are these maidens, delicate and tender,
who have appeared, or skittish, straying gazelles?
Or wild gazelles, shy and fleeing?
خَليليَّmy two friends ماnot ملَّتgrew weary سَقاميmy illness عَوائديmy sickbed visitors
خَليليَّ ما ملَّت سَقامي عَوائدي
لَوَif only انَّthat اللَّياليthe nights السَّالفاتِgone by عوائدُreturning
لَوَ انَّ اللَّيالي السَّالفاتِ عوائدُ
My two friends, my sickbed visitors have not tired of my illness;
My beloved, though the old ways no longer please me,
if only the nights gone by would return!
If only past nights would return as before!
وبالجِزعِand at the valley bend منof ميثاءَMaythāʾ دونَthis side of مُحجَّرٍMuḥajjar
وبالجِزعِ من ميثاءَ دونَ مُحجَّرٍ
رُسومٌtraces نأىَgrew distant عَهديmy acquaintance بهاwith them ومَعاهدُand familiar haunts
رُسومٌ نأىَ عَهدي بها ومَعاهدُ
And at the valley bend of Maythāʾ, this side of Muḥajjar,
In sorrow for the pact near the sacred stones -
lie traces—long has it been since I knew them—and familiar haunts,
Customs from which my people have strayed.
وملعبُand a playground ريمٍa white gazelle رامَsought راميthe archer جُفونهِhis eyelids
وملعبُ ريمٍ رامَ رامي جُفونهِ
هَلاكيmy ruin فَأضحىand so became القدُّthe figure وهوand it مُساعدُan accomplice
هَلاكي فَأضحى القدُّ وهو مُساعدُ
and the playground of a white gazelle whose eyelids' archer sought
The glances of Rim still play and dart about,
my ruin; his figure then became an accomplice.
Though they were my ruin - how strange that they aid!
مَريضُlanguid مجَالِthe sweep الطَّرفِthe gaze أمَّاas for لحاظهُhis glances
مَريضُ مجَالِ الطَّرفِ أمَّا لحاظهُ
أُسودُlions وأمَّاand as for شَعرهُhis hair فأساودُthen black serpents
أُسودُ وأمَّا شَعرهُ فأساودُ
Languid is the sweep of his gaze; as for his glances,
Sick from the blow of his gaze is my state,
they are lions; and as for his hair, it is black serpents.
His hair raven dark, his cheek jet black in its shade.
يزيدُincreases (a play on Yazīd) بهthrough him سُقميmy sickness ودمعيَand my tears جعفَرٌa river (also Jaʿfar)
يزيدُ به سُقمي ودمعيَ جعفَرٌ
وَيحيىand lives (a play on Yaḥyā) بهthrough him حُزنيmy sorrow ووجدَيand my longing خالدُeverlasting (also Khālid)
وَيحيى به حُزني ووجدَي خالدُ
Through him my sickness grows, and my tears are a river;
Ja'far adds to my sickness, my tears overflow,
through him my sorrow lives, and my longing is everlasting.
While Khalid's sorrow and passion relieve my pain.
أفاضحَO you who shame بَدرِthe full moon التِّمِّfullness والبَدرُwhile the moon مُشرقٌshining
أفاضحَ بَدرِ التِّمِّ والبَدرُ مُشرقٌ
ومُخجلَand you who make blush غُصنِthe bough البانِthe bān tree والغُصنُwhile the bough مائدُswaying
ومُخجلَ غُصنِ البانِ والغُصنُ مائدُ
O you who put the full moon to shame while the moon shines,
The full moon shines though shamed is its brilliance,
and make the bān-tree's bough blush while the bough sways,
And the slender bough though humbled its fruits remain.
بحقِّfor the sake of الهوَىlove إِلاَّwill you not رثيتَyou show pity لعاشقٍon a lover
بحقِّ الهوَى إِلاَّ رثيتَ لعاشقٍ
تُقسمُهtear him apart الأَفكارُthe thoughts والنَّجمُand the star شاهدُa witness
تُقسمُه الأَفكارُ والنَّجمُ شاهدُ
for love's sake, will you not pity a lover
For love's sake lament for a lover whose being
whom thoughts tear apart, while the star bears witness?
Is sworn by the stars, the thoughts bear witness the same.
لهُhe has أضُلعٌribs حرَّىburning عليكَfor you وأدمعٌand tears
لهُ أضُلعٌ حرَّى عليكَ وأدمعٌ
مُورَّدةٌrose-red فيon الخدِّthe cheek منهاfrom them مَواردُwatering places
مُورَّدةٌ في الخدِّ منها مَواردُ
He has ribs burning for you, and tears
With ribs aflame for you, and tears down his cheeks streaming,
rose-red, with watering places on his cheek fed by them.
My defenders draw near to you, as my envoys they came.
Sol 6.1