أَأَفوزُshall I gain منfrom أَسرِcaptivity الهوىlove بخَلاصِwith release
أَأَفوزُ من أَسرِ الهوى بخَلاصِ
كيفَhow المناصُescape ولاتَand it is not حيِنَa time for مَناصِescape
كيفَ المناصُ ولاتَ حيِنَ مَناصِ
Shall I gain release from love's captivity?
How can I escape, when this is no time for escape?
بيI am smitten with ظاعِنٌa departing one كمhow much دونَbefore يومِthe day of لِقائِهِmeeting him
بي ظاعِنٌ كم دونَ يومِ لِقائِهِ
منof فَتِّshattering of أكبادٍlivers وَشَيبِand graying of نَواصيforelocks
من فَتِّ أكبادٍ وَشَيبِ نَواصي
I am smitten with a departing beloved; before the day I meet him, how much
shattering of livers and graying of forelocks!
يَسطُوhe assails عليَّupon me بأبيضِwith a bright sword منfrom لَحظهِhis glance
يَسطُو عليَّ بأبيضِ من لَحظهِ
وبأسمرٍand with a dark spear منfrom قَدِّهِhis stature عَرَّاصِquivering
وبأسمرٍ من قَدِّهِ عَرَّاصِ
He assails me with the bright sword of his glance,
and with the dark, quivering spear of his stature.
دَمعيmy tears وَصبريand my patience فيهon his account هذاthis one طائعٌobedient
دَمعي وَصبري فيه هذا طائعٌ
لِيto me حينَwhen أدعوهُI summon it وهذاand this one عاصِdisobedient
لِي حينَ أدعوهُ وهذا عاصِ
My tears and my patience for him—this one obeys
me when I summon it, while that one rebels.
جرحتwounded لواحظُهhis glances فُؤاديmy heart فاغتَدىَand so became
جرحت لواحظُه فُؤادي فاغتَدىَ
بِلواحظيwith my glances منfrom وَجنَتيهِhis two cheeks قِصاصيmy retribution
بِلواحظي من وَجنَتيهِ قِصاصي
His glances wounded my heart, and so
I took revenge on his cheeks with my own glances.
ماnot كانَwould يهجُرنُيforsake me ويُسرِفُand go to excess لوif رأَىhe saw
ما كانَ يهجُرنُي ويُسرِفُ لو رأَى
ماwhat فيin الفُؤادِthe heart لهُfor him مِنَof الإِخلاصِsincere devotion
ما في الفُؤادِ لهُ مِنَ الإِخلاصِ
He would not forsake me and go to such excess if he saw
the sincere devotion to him within my heart.
كمhow long ذاthis التجنَّيunjust blame والجَفَاand estrangement ياO دُرَّةpearl of الthe
كم ذا التجنَّي والجَفَا يا دُرَّة ال
غَوَّاصِdiver بلrather ياO جُؤذُرَantelope calf القنَّاصِthe hunter
غَوَّاصِ بل يا جُؤذُرَ القنَّاصِ
How long this unjust blame and estrangement, O pearl of the
diver—nay, O hunter's antelope calf!
لولاwere it not for هَواكَlove for you لماwould not have نَشتspread ليfor me سيرةٌa tale
لولا هَواكَ لما نَشت لي سيرةٌ
يتحدثُspeaks الدَّانيthe nearby one بهاof it والقاصيand the distant one
يتحدثُ الدَّاني بها والقاصي
Were it not for my love of you, no tale about me would have spread,
recounted by those near and far.
ياO رامياًan archer كمhow many مَزَّقتtore apart ألحاظُهُhis glances
يا رامياً كم مَزَّقت ألحاظُهُ
بِسهامِهاwith their arrows منof مُحكَماتِfirmly wrought دلاصِsmooth, shining coats of mail
بِسهامِها من مُحكَماتِ دلاصِ
O archer whose glances have torn apart so many
firmly wrought coats of shining mail with their arrows!
ليfor me منfrom صفاتِكَyour qualities شاغِلٌa distraction عنfrom أَربعٍdwellings
لي من صفاتِكَ شاغِلٌ عن أَربعٍ
قدalready أَقفَرتhave become deserted منof أهلهاtheir inhabitants وعِراصِand open courtyards
قد أَقفَرت من أهلها وعِراصِ
Your charms distract me from dwellings
now deserted by their people, and from open courtyards.
Sol 6.1