هَلis there? فيin النَّسيمِthe breeze الحاجريِّfrom al-Hajir إذاwhen سَرَىpasses by night
هَل في النَّسيمِ الحاجريِّ إذا سَرَى
خَبرٌnews أظنُّI deem شَذاهُits fragrance مِسكاًmusk أذفراintensely fragrant
خَبرٌ أظنُّ شَذاهُ مِسكاً أذفرا
Is there, in the breeze from al-Hajir as it passes by night,
Does the pregnant breeze, as it blows by,
news whose fragrance I take for richly scented musk?
Bring news I imagine is fragrant musk?
أمor عِندَwith خَفَّاقِflickering البُرَيقِthe little lightning-flash رِسالَةٌa message
أم عِندَ خَفَّاقِ البُرَيقِ رِسالَةٌ
جاءَتcame تُعيدُretells لَناto us الحَديثَthe tale كَماjust as جَرَىit unfolded
جاءَت تُعيدُ لَنا الحَديثَ كَما جَرَى
Or does the little flickering lightning-flash bear a message
Or by the fluttering of the flags, a message
that has come to retell to us the tale just as it unfolded?
That returns to retell what has passed, as it was?
قدalready آنَthe time has come ياO أهلَpeople of العَقيقِal-Aqiq لوارِدٍfor one coming to drink
قد آنَ يا أهلَ العَقيقِ لوارِدٍ
منfrom وردِthe watering place حُبِّكمُlove for you جوىّburning heartache أنto يَصدُراleave the watering place
من وردِ حُبِّكمُ جوىّ أن يَصدُرا
The time has come, O people of al-Aqiq, for one who drinks
It is time, O people of al-Aqiq, for one visiting
burning heartache from the waters of your love to depart.
To reap the love you sow, and issue forth.
ماnot آنستhas found تاللهِby God رُوحيmy soul بَعدكُمsince your departure
ما آنست تاللهِ رُوحي بَعدكُم
أُنساًsolace وَعينيand my eye لاdoes not يُلمُّalight بهِهاupon it الكَرَىslumber
أُنساً وَعيني لا يُلمُّ بهِها الكَرَى
By God, since you left, my soul has found no
My soul found no comfort after you,
solace, and slumber never visits my eye.
No joy, and my eye knew no rest.
أَصبواI yearn إذاwhen هَبَّتblows صبَاًan east wind مِنfrom أرضِكُمyour land
أَصبوا إذا هَبَّت صبَاً مِن أرضِكُم
وأَحنُّand I pine إِنif واجَهتُI face صُبحاًa dawn مُسفِراradiant
وأَحنُّ إِن واجَهتُ صُبحاً مُسفِرا
I yearn when an east wind blows from your land,
Be gentle when the morning blows from your land,
and I pine if I behold a radiant dawn.
And tender, if I face a morning cracked open.
وَيَظلُّand keeps يُملينيdictating to me النَّسيمُthe breeze حَديثَكُمthe tale of you
وَيَظلُّ يُمليني النَّسيمُ حَديثَكُم
فَكَأنَّهُso it is as though it وَجداًpassionate longing سقَانيgave me to drink مُسكراan intoxicating draught
فَكَأنَّهُ وَجداً سقَاني مُسكرا
And the breeze keeps dictating to me the tale of you,
The breeze continues to recite your words to me,
as though it had given me an intoxicating draught of longing.
As if it were passion itself intoxicating me!
وَلِذاكَand for that reason أَغرانيspurred me on العَذولُthe reproacher لأنَّهُbecause he
وَلِذاكَ أَغراني العَذولُ لأنَّهُ
أَحياrevived بذكرِكُمُby mentioning you الفُؤادَthe heart وَمَاand did not دَرَىknow
أَحيا بذكرِكُمُ الفُؤادَ وَمَا دَرَى
And so the reproacher spurred me on, for he
And so madness tempts me, for it
revived my heart by mentioning you, without knowing it.
Revived my heart with your memory - and I knew not.
أَهواكُمُI love you حَتَّىuntil الَمَاتِdeath وَحبُكُّمand love for you
أَهواكُمُ حَتَّى الَمَاتِ وَحبُكُّم
أُنسٌsolace لِرِمَّةِfor the decayed remains of أَعظُميmy bones تَحتَbeneath الثَّرَىthe soil
أُنسٌ لِرِمَّةِ أَعظُمي تَحتَ الثَّرَى
I love you until death, and love for you
I love you until death, and loving you
is solace for the decayed remains of my bones beneath the soil.
Is the greatest bliss beneath the soil.
Sol 6.1