هيَit الدَّارُthe dwelling فالثمso kiss منfrom مواطئِهاits trodden places الثَّرَىthe soil
هيَ الدَّارُ فالثم من مواطئِها الثَّرَى
تجدyou will find تُربهاits earth مسكاًmusk لدىduring اللَّثمِkissing أذفَراintensely fragrant
تجد تُربها مسكاً لدى اللَّثمِ أذفَرا
This is the dwelling—kiss the soil of its trodden places.
It is the abode, so inhale the fragrance from its soil
You will find its earth, when kissed, to be richly fragrant musk.
You will find its dust to be musk when inhaled
دِيارٌdwellings متىwhenever مَرَّتِpasses بهاthrough them نَفحةُa breath of الصَّباthe east wind
دِيارٌ متى مَرَّتِ بها نَفحةُ الصَّبا
أثارَتit stirs up عبيراًperfume منfrom ثراهاtheir soil وعَنبراand ambergris
أثارَت عبيراً من ثراها وعَنبرا
Dwellings—whenever a breath of the east wind passes through them,
An abode, whenever a zephyr blows through it
it stirs perfume and ambergris from their soil.
It stirs a scent from its soil and ambergris
تجنَّبَهاshunned them السِّربُthe herd السَّنوحُpassing rightward auspiciously وَطالماand often
تجنَّبَها السِّربُ السَّنوحُ وَطالما
عَهِدتُI knew بهاin them ظبياًa gazelle سَنوحاًpassing rightward auspiciously وجؤذُراand a wild-ox calf
عَهِدتُ بها ظبياً سَنوحاً وجؤذُرا
The auspicious, rightward-passing herd has shunned them, though often
The deer herd avoids it while often
I knew there a rightward-passing gazelle and a wild-ox calf.
I knew it to host the deer, the doe and the fawn
يُجدِّدُrenews ليfor me فيهاin them الغَرامَpassion مواقِفٌstopping places
يُجدِّدُ لي فيها الغَرامَ مواقِفٌ
حَملتُI undertook إليهاtoward them فيin الهَوىlove السَّيرtravel والسُّرىand night travel
حَملتُ إليها في الهَوى السَّير والسُّرى
Stopping places there rekindle my passion—
It renews my passion for me in stops
places I journeyed to for love, by day and by night.
I carried to it in love travel and night journey
وَكَمand how many لَيلَةِa night قضيتُهاI spent it فيin رُبوعِهاtheir precincts
وَكَم لَيلَةِ قضيتُها في رُبوعِها
لطيبِfor the sweetness of التَّدانيcloseness ماnot عَرفتُI knew بهاin them الكَرَىsleep
لطيبِ التَّداني ما عَرفتُ بها الكَرَى
And how many a night I spent within their precincts:
And how many a night I spent in its expanses
so sweet was closeness, I knew no sleep there.
For the goodness of proximity I did not know fatigue in it
أُراقبُI watch فيin ظَلمائِهاtheir darkness البَدرَthe full moon طالِعاًrising
أُراقبُ في ظَلمائِها البَدرَ طالِعاً
وأَهصرُand I bend toward me فيهاin them الغُصنَthe branch رَيَّانَlush أَخضراgreen
وأَهصرُ فيها الغُصنَ رَيَّانَ أَخضرا
I would watch the full moon rise in their darkness,
I observe the rising full moon in its darkness
and draw toward me there the branch, lush and green;
And I pick in it the juicy green branch
وَأجنيand I gather جَنِيَّthe fresh-picked yield of الوَردِroses فيduring وردِa draught of ريقَةٍsaliva
وَأجني جَنِيَّ الوَردِ في وردِ ريقَةٍ
تراءَىappeared لِمُخضَرِّon one with green-tinged السَّوالِفِsideburns أَحمَراred
تراءَى لِمُخضَرِّ السَّوالِفِ أَحمَرا
and pluck fresh roses while sipping saliva,
And I pluck the picking of roses in the rose garden of Raqqa
showing red on one with green-tinged sideburns.
It appears to the green conversation as red
وَأَرشفُand I sip فيin مِثلِthe likeness of العَقيقِagate سلافةًchoice wine
وَأَرشفُ في مِثلِ العَقيقِ سلافةً
وأَلثُمُand I kiss شبهَthe likeness of الأُقحوانِchrysanthemums مُنَوَّراradiant
وأَلثُمُ شبهَ الأُقحوانِ مُنَوَّرا
And I would sip choice wine from what resembles agate,
And I sip, like carnelian, pure wine
and kiss the radiant likeness of chrysanthemums.
And I kiss the likeness of the bright wild anemone
سقىmay water اللهُGod هاتيكَthose الدِّيارَdwellings سحائباclouds
سقى اللهُ هاتيكَ الدِّيارَ سحائبا
منof الصَّيِّبِrain الهتَّانِsteadily pouring مَفصَومَةَwith broken العُراbonds
من الصَّيِّبِ الهتَّانِ مَفصَومَةَ العُرا
May God water those dwellings with clouds
May Allah water those abodes with clouds
of steadily pouring rain, their bonds broken loose;
Of pouring rain, felicitous, with aromatic fragrance
وأَمرَعَand may grow lush مِنهاfrom them الرَّوضُthe meadow حَتَّىuntil تَرَىyou see لَهاfor them
وأَمرَعَ مِنها الرَّوضُ حَتَّى تَرَى لَها
نَسيماًa breeze كأَنفاسِlike the breaths of الَملابِsaffron perfume مُعَطراperfumed
نَسيماً كأَنفاسِ الَملابِ مُعَطرا
and may the meadow flourish through them, till you find there
And the meadow flowed from it, so that you see it has
a breeze perfumed like the breath of saffron.
A breeze like the breaths of perfumed wraps
Sol 6.1