قَتليmy slaying بِناظِرِby the pupil of طَرفِهِhis eye الوَسنانِdrowsy
قَتلي بِناظِرِ طَرفِهِ الوَسنانِ
وَبِعَامِلٍand by a spear-shaft منfrom قَدِّهِhis stature وَسِنَانِand a spearhead
وَبِعَامِلٍ من قَدِّهِ وَسِنَانِ
My slaying by the gaze of his drowsy eye,
With his alluring glance he has slain me
And by his stature's spear-shaft and spearhead,
And with his shapely neck and teeth.
أَحلىsweeter إِلىto قَلبيmy heart وَقَدand already عزَّhas become scarce العَزاsolace
أَحلى إِلى قَلبي وَقَد عزَّ العَزا
منthan ذِلَّتيmy abasement ومَرارةٍand the bitterness of الهِجرانِseparation
من ذِلَّتي ومَرارةٍ الهِجرانِ
Is sweeter to my heart, though solace is hard to find,
Sweeter to my heart, though separation's bitterness is great,
Than my abasement and the bitterness of separation.
Than my humiliation and the bitterness of estrangement.
ياO صاحِfriend إِنif رُمتَyou intend الُمرورَpassing بِرامةٍthrough Ramah
يا صاحِ إِن رُمتَ الُمرورَ بِرامةٍ
حَذِراًbeware عَلَيَّfor my sake مراتِعَthe grazing grounds of الغِزلانِthe gazelles
حَذِراً عَلَيَّ مراتِعَ الغِزلانِ
O friend, if you intend to pass through Ramah,
O companion, if you pass by the loved one's abode
Beware, for my sake, of the gazelles' grazing grounds.
Take care - lest you rouse the jealous spies.
فيهاin it تَعلَّقتُI became attached to الهَوَىlove وَعَرفتُand I came to know منthe one who
فيها تَعلَّقتُ الهَوَى وَعَرفتُ من
بالصَّدِّwith rejection والهَجرِand estrangement الطَّويلِlong رَمانيhe assailed me
بالصَّدِّ والهَجرِ الطَّويلِ رَماني
There I fell in love and came to know the one
There my passion was born, there I learned
Who assailed me with rejection and long estrangement.
Through disdain and long estrangement to bear my torment.
سِرgo بيwith me إلىto سِربيmy herd بِمنُعرَجِat the bend of اللِّوىal-Liwa
سِر بي إلى سِربي بِمنُعرَجِ اللِّوى
فَلَعلَّso perhaps تُروَىmay be quenched غُلَّةُthe burning thirst of الظَّمآنِthe thirsty one
فَلَعلَّ تُروَى غُلَّةُ الظَّمآنِ
Take me to my herd at the bend of al-Liwa,
Steal with me to my camp, by the winding path of devotion,
So perhaps the thirsty one's burning thirst may be quenched.
That the thirst of the love-crazed heart may be quenched.
وَعَليكَand you should cleave بالغُصُنِto the bough الرَّطيبِtender فَفَيهِfor in it ماwhat
وَعَليكَ بالغُصُنِ الرَّطيبِ فَفَيهِ ما
فيin الروَّضِthe meadow منof زَهرٍblossoms وفيand in البُستانِthe garden
في الروَّضِ من زَهرٍ وفي البُستانِ
And cleave to the tender bough, for it holds what
Take to the sweet-smelling branch, for in it is the fragrance
The meadow and the garden hold of blossoms.
Of the garden's blossoms and trees.
لولاwere it not for اخضِرارُthe greening of عِذارِهِhis cheek-down ماnot كُنتُI was فيin
لولا اخضِرارُ عِذارِهِ ما كُنتُ في
كَلَفيmy infatuation أَهيمُI am enthralled بِخُضرةِby the greenness of الرَّيحانِbasil
كَلَفي أَهيمُ بِخُضرةِ الرَّيحانِ
Were it not for his cheek-down's greening, I would not, in
Were it not for the greenness of his fresh youth,
My infatuation, be enthralled by the greenness of basil.
I would not wander distraught amid the basil bushes.
كَلاَّnay وَلَولاand were it not for عامِلٌa spear-shaft منfrom قَدَّهِhis stature
كَلاَّ وَلَولا عامِلٌ من قَدَّهِ
ماnot ملِتُI inclined منout of كَلَفيmy infatuation إِلىtoward الأَغصانِthe boughs
ما ملِتُ من كَلَفي إِلى الأَغصانِ
Nay, and were it not for the spear-shaft of his stature,
Never! Were it not for that shapely neck,
I would not, out of infatuation, have inclined toward boughs.
I would not be weary of clinging to the boughs.
ماwhat ضَرَّharmed مَعسولَhoney-sweet القَوامِof figure رَشيقَهُslender in it
ما ضَرَّ مَعسولَ القَوامِ رَشيقَهُ
لَوif زانَhe adorned مِنهُof him الحُسنَbeauty بالإِحسانِwith kindness
لَو زانَ مِنهُ الحُسنَ بالإِحسانِ
What harm would it do him, honey-sweet and slender of figure,
The beauty of the slender and graceful one was not marred
If he adorned his beauty with kindness?
If he adorned his charm with kindness.
أُنسيتُهmay I be made to forget him وحُرِمتُand may I be denied خمرةَthe wine of ريقِهِhis saliva
أُنسيتُه وحُرِمتُ خمرةَ ريقِهِ
إنif حلَّdwelt قَطُّever سِواهُanyone but him فيin إِنسانيmy eye's pupil
إن حلَّ قَطُّ سِواهُ في إِنساني
May I be made to forget him and denied the wine of his saliva,
I forget him and am deprived of the wine of his saliva
If anyone but him ever dwells in my eye's pupil.
If another settles in my intimacy.
لاno ذَنبَfault إلاَّexcept للعُيونِfor the eyes فَإِنَّهاfor they
لا ذَنبَ إلاَّ للعُيونِ فَإِنَّها
قَدindeed حَسَّنَتhave beautified themselves منfrom عِطفِthe flank of غُصنِa bough of البانِthe ban-tree
قَد حَسَّنَت من عِطفِ غُصنِ البانِ
The fault is the eyes' alone, for they
No sin except to the eyes, which made attractive
Have gained beauty from the flank of a ban-tree's bough.
What they borrowed from the charm of the supple bough.
سَرَقَتthey stole نِصابَthe minimum punishable measure of الحُسنِbeauty مِنهُfrom him فَنالَهاso it befell them
سَرَقَت نِصابَ الحُسنِ مِنهُ فَنالَها
قَطعُthe severing of الرُّقادِslumber وذاكَand that حَقُّthe rightful due of الجَانيthe offender
قَطعُ الرُّقادِ وذاكَ حَقُّ الجَاني
They stole a full measure of beauty from him, and so suffered
They stole the provisions of beauty from him, so they gained
The severing of slumber—and that is the offender's rightful due.
Sleeplessness - and that is the right of the thief.
Sol 6.1