يَاO لذَّةَdelight الحُلمِdreaming فيin إِغفاءَةِa doze الوَسَنِdrowsiness
يَا لذَّةَ الحُلمِ في إِغفاءَةِ الوَسَنِ
تَحكِيyou resemble جُفونَeyelids بَناتِmaidens الرُّومِthe Romans فيin وَهَنlanguor
تَحكِي جُفونَ بَناتِ الرُّومِ في وَهَن
O delight of dreaming in a doze of drowsiness,
O the bliss of dreaming in the slumber of youth
you resemble the languid eyelids of Roman maidens.
Telling of the eyelids of Roman girls in languor
قدindeed بتُّI spent the night أقطعُI pass through ليلَthe night السُّهدِsleeplessness فيin فِكَرٍthoughts
قد بتُّ أقطعُ ليلَ السُّهدِ في فِكَرٍ
تَترَىcome in succession علَىَّupon me بِلاَwithout هَمٍّworry ولاand no شَجَنِsorrow
تَترَى علَىَّ بِلاَ هَمٍّ ولا شَجَنِ
I spent the night traversing sleeplessness amid thoughts
I've spent the night sleepless in thought
that came upon me in succession, without worry or sorrow.
You appear to me without worry or agony
مَدَدتُI stretched out مِنfrom شُفرِthe rim أَجفَانِيmy eyelids حَبَائٍِلَهاtheir snares
مَدَدتُ مِن شُفرِ أَجفَانِي حَبَائٍِلَها
أصطَادُI hunt طيفَthe phantom الكرَىslumber حتَّىuntil تَصَيَّدَنِيit ensnared me
أصطَادُ طيفَ الكرَى حتَّى تَصَيَّدَنِي
From the rims of my eyelids I stretched out their snares,
I've cast from my long eyelashes snares for her
hunting the phantom of slumber until it ensnared me.
I hunt the phantom of the beloved until she ensnares me
رَأيتُنِيI saw myself فِيin مَكَانٍa place لَستُI am not أجهَلُهُignorant of it
رَأيتُنِي فِي مَكَانٍ لَستُ أجهَلُهُ
لوif كنتُI had been أعرِفُهُI knew it قَبلاًbeforehand ولمand not أَكُنِI was
لو كنتُ أعرِفُهُ قَبلاً ولم أَكُنِ
I saw myself in a place I would not have found unfamiliar,
I saw myself in a place I do not recognize
had I known it before—but I had not.
If only I had known it before and were not there
فِيin مَحفَلٍa gathering بِوُجوهِwith faces الحُسنِbeauty مُزدَهِرٌflourishing
فِي مَحفَلٍ بِوُجوهِ الحُسنِ مُزدَهِرٌ
أَشهىmore enticing وَأبهىand more splendid مِنَthan الحَلواءِsweets فيon الصُّحُنِthe plates
أَشهى وَأبهى مِنَ الحَلواءِ في الصُّحُنِ
In a gathering blooming with beautiful faces,
In a gathering with beautiful faces blooming
more enticing and splendid than sweets upon plates.
More lustful and brilliant than dates in a platter
تَنَاشَدُواthey exchanged recitations مِنof بَدِيعِexquisite الشِّعرِpoetry عَالِيَهُits finest
تَنَاشَدُوا مِن بَدِيعِ الشِّعرِ عَالِيَهُ
كَماas تَسَاجَعُexchange songs أطيارٌbirds عَلَىon غُصُنِa branch
كَما تَسَاجَعُ أطيارٌ عَلَى غُصُنِ
They recited to one another the finest of exquisite poetry,
They recited the finest, loftiest poetry
as birds exchange their songs upon a branch.
As birds chatter on a branch
وَقدand indeed تَصَدَّرَpresided over هُمthem شَيخٌa sheikh إزَاءَopposite فَتًىa young man
وَقد تَصَدَّرَ هُم شَيخٌ إزَاءَ فَتًى
قَدindeed ظَلَّhe kept منهُfrom him بطَرفِwith the corner of اللَّحظِthe gaze يَرمُقُنِيhe watches me
قَد ظَلَّ منهُ بطَرفِ اللَّحظِ يَرمُقُنِي
A sheikh had taken the foremost seat among them, opposite a young man.
And there presided an old man across from a youth
He kept watching me from there with a sidelong glance.
Who kept glancing at me from the corner of his eye
رَأَيتُI saw رَابعَthe fourth عَقدِdecade العُمرِlife وَدَّعَهُhe bade it farewell
رَأَيتُ رَابعَ عَقدِ العُمرِ وَدَّعَهُ
ولمand not يَزَلhe ceased يافعاًyouthful فِيin وَجهِهِhis face الحَسِنhandsome
ولم يَزَل يافعاً فِي وَجهِهِ الحَسِن
I saw that he had bid farewell to life's fourth decade,
I saw the prime of his life bid farewell
yet was still youthful in his handsome face.
Yet his beautiful face remained ever youthful
يُجِيلُhe casts مَجدَglory لِحاظٍglances سِحرُthe magic ناظِرِهاtheir eye
يُجِيلُ مَجدَ لِحاظٍ سِحرُ ناظِرِها
يَبدوappears كَآثارِlike traces نَعمَاءٍprosperity عَلىupon دِمَنِabandoned campsites
يَبدو كَآثارِ نَعمَاءٍ عَلى دِمَنِ
He casts glorious glances; the magic of their gaze
His brilliant gaze reveals a magic charm
appears like traces of prosperity on abandoned campsites.
Gleaming like the traces of bliss on a structure
وقدand indeed تَزَمَّلَhe wrapped himself فيin كوخِa hut النَّسَائِجwoven fabrics مِنfrom
وقد تَزَمَّلَ في كوخِ النَّسَائِج مِن
ثَوبِa garment حَرِيرٍsilk إِلىto صُوفٍwool إِلىto قُطُنِcotton
ثَوبِ حَرِيرٍ إِلى صُوفٍ إِلى قُطُنِ
And he had wrapped himself in a hut of woven fabrics, from
And he was clad in the hut of weavers
a garment of silk to wool to cotton.
In silk, wool and cotton fabrics
فبانَso he stood out مِنfrom بَينهمِamong them والطَّرفُand the eye يَجمَعُهمgathers them
فبانَ مِن بَينهمِ والطَّرفُ يَجمَعُهم
فيin نَظرةٍa glance وبهِand about him لَمَّاnot yet يُمَرِّينيit makes me doubt
في نَظرةٍ وبهِ لَمَّا يُمَرِّيني
He stood out among them, while my gaze gathered them all
He appeared among them, their eyes on him
in one glance, leaving me no doubt about him,
In a gaze that made me swoon
كَدَوحةٍlike a spreading tree بينَamong أفوافِpatterned arrays الزُّهُورِflowers لهاit has
كَدَوحةٍ بينَ أفوافِ الزُّهُورِ لها
منَof البَهاsplendor ماwhat لهاit has فِيin عَينِthe eye مُفتَتَنِan enthralled beholder
منَ البَها ما لها فِي عَينِ مُفتَتَنِ
like a spreading tree among patterned arrays of flowers, with
Like a flower among bouquets of blooms
all its splendor in an enthralled beholder's eye.
More splendid than all to the beholder
كَأنَّهُas though he شَيخُa sheikh بَدوٍBedouins حَلَّsettled فيin مُدُنٍcities
كَأنَّهُ شَيخُ بَدوٍ حَلَّ في مُدُنٍ
وأنتَand you تعرفُyou know شيخَa sheikh البَدوِthe Bedouins فيin المُدُنِthe cities
وأنتَ تعرفُ شيخَ البَدوِ في المُدُنِ
He was like a Bedouin sheikh who had settled in cities,
As if he were a Bedouin elder in cities
and you know what a Bedouin sheikh is like in cities.
And you know the Bedouin elder in cities
لَبيتُI answered داعيthe summons الفُضولِcuriosity فيin التَّساؤُلِquestioning إذfor
لَبيتُ داعي الفُضولِ في التَّساؤُلِ إذ
إنَindeed الفُضُولَcuriosity معwith السُّؤالِquestioning فيin رَسَنِa halter
إنَ الفُضُولَ مع السُّؤالِ في رَسَنِ
I answered curiosity's summons to inquire, for
I was tempted to inquire, for curiosity
curiosity and questioning share a halter.
Together with asking leads one astray
فسِرتُso I walked نحوtoward فتًىa young man مِنfrom غيرِlack of مَعرفَةٍacquaintance
فسِرتُ نحو فتًى مِن غيرِ مَعرفَةٍ
وقُلتُand I said مَنwho ذاthat one فقالso he said النَّاصِريal-Nasiri اليَمنِيal-Yamani
وقُلتُ مَن ذا فقال النَّاصِري اليَمنِي
So I walked toward a young man I did not know,
So I approached a youth unknown to me
and asked, "Who is that?" He said, "Al-Nasiri al-Yamani."
And said “Who is he?” He said “al-Nasiri, the Yemenite”
أَهلاًwelcome بمُتعَةِto the delight رُوحيmy soul قُلتُI said مُبتَهِجاًrejoicing
أَهلاً بمُتعَةِ رُوحي قُلتُ مُبتَهِجاً
وقُمتُand I rose عانَقتُهُI embraced him شَوقاًlongingly وعَانَقَنيand he embraced me
وقُمتُ عانَقتُهُ شَوقاً وعَانَقَني
"Welcome, delight of my soul!" I said, rejoicing,
“Greetings my soul’s delight,” I said joyfully
and rose and embraced him longingly, and he embraced me.
And I embraced him longingly and he embraced me
أَهلاًwelcome بخَيرِto the finest أديبٍman of letters سَيِّدٍmaster سَنَدٍmainstay
أَهلاً بخَيرِ أديبٍ سَيِّدٍ سَنَدٍ
مُستَظرَفٍcharming كَيِّسdiscerning سَمحٍgenerous نَهٍwise ذَهِنٍquick-witted
مُستَظرَفٍ كَيِّس سَمحٍ نَهٍ ذَهِنٍ
"Welcome, finest man of letters, master and mainstay,
“Greetings the best refined sir, pillar and friend
charming, discerning, generous, wise, quick-witted!
Witty, wise, forgiving, calm, sharp of mind”
مَاذاwhat دعَاكَprompted you إلىto نُكرانِdenial of مَعرِفَتيknowing me
مَاذا دعَاكَ إلى نُكرانِ مَعرِفَتي
وأنتَand you أنتَyou صَديقُfriend السِّرِّthe private والعَلَنِand the public
وأنتَ أنتَ صَديقُ السِّرِّ والعَلَنِ
What made you deny knowing me,
“Why did you deny knowing me
when you—you—are my friend in private and in public?"
When you're the friend of my secret and public affairs?”
فقَالthen he said إنif كَانwas حَاليmy condition مَاnot اكتفيتُyou were satisfied بهَاwith it
فقَال إن كَان حَالي مَا اكتفيتُ بهَا
فانظُرthen look فإنَّكَfor you are ذُوpossessing عَينٍan eye وذُوand possessing أُذُنِan ear
فانظُر فإنَّكَ ذُو عَينٍ وذُو أُذُنِ
He said, "If my condition has not been enough for you,
He said “If my state is one you're content with
then look: you have an eye and an ear.
Then look, for you have eyes and ears”
لَقدindeed دَعَونِيthey summoned me لأَمرٍfor a matter كنتI was أحسَبهُI thought it
لَقد دَعَونِي لأَمرٍ كنت أحسَبهُ
يَأتيcomes علىin غَيرِother than مَأتَىthe manner of coming المَيتِthe dead man فيin الكَفَنِthe shroud
يَأتي على غَيرِ مَأتَى المَيتِ في الكَفَنِ
They summoned me for a matter I thought
“I was summoned for something I thought
would come otherwise than a dead man comes in his shroud.
Would never befall the dead in their shroud
وماand nothing أضَرَّhurt بِقَلبيto my heart غيرُexcept فُرقَةِseparation from مَنone who
وما أضَرَّ بِقَلبي غيرُ فُرقَةِ مَن
فِراقُهُparting from him كَفِراقِlike the parting of الرُّوحِthe soul لِلبَدَنِfrom the body
فِراقُهُ كَفِراقِ الرُّوحِ لِلبَدَنِ
Nothing has hurt my heart except parting from one
And nothing hurt my heart but parting with one
parting from whom is like the soul's parting from the body.
Whose loss is like the soul leaving the body
خَلَّفتهُI left him behind بِرِبَاطِat Rabat الفَتحِal-Fath مُنتَظِريawaiting me
خَلَّفتهُ بِرِبَاطِ الفَتحِ مُنتَظِري
ياO مَنone who بِقُربِnear رِباطِRabat الفَتحِal-Fath يَطرَحُنيsets me down
يا مَن بِقُربِ رِباطِ الفَتحِ يَطرَحُني
I left him in Rabat al-Fath, awaiting me—
I left him in Ribat al-Fath waiting for me
O for someone to set me down near Rabat al-Fath!
O you who the proximity of Ribat al-Fath entices me
لَوif كنتَyou were تُبصِرُهُyou see him والعُودُand the oud فِيin يَدِهِhis hand
لَو كنتَ تُبصِرُهُ والعُودُ فِي يَدِهِ
لَبِعتَyou would sell دُنياكَyour world والأُخرىand the next بِلاwithout ثَمَنِa price
لَبِعتَ دُنياكَ والأُخرى بِلا ثَمَنِ
If you could see him, the oud in his hand,
Had you seen him with the lute in his hand
you would sell your world and the next for nothing.
You'd sell your life and the hereafter for nothing
إذاwhen شَدَاhe sang قلتُI said شُحرورُthe blackbird الغُصونِthe branches شَداsang
إذا شَدَا قلتُ شُحرورُ الغُصونِ شَدا
لَوif أنَّthat شُحرورَa blackbird غُصنٍa branch قُدَّwas hewn مِنfrom غُصنِa branch
لَو أنَّ شُحرورَ غُصنٍ قُدَّ مِن غُصنِ
When he sang, I said, 'The blackbird of the branches sings—
When he sang I said the warbling branches sang
if a branch's blackbird could be hewn from a branch!'"
If only the warbling of branches came from branches
فَقلتُso I said هَوِّنtake it easy فماfor there is no فيin الأمرِthe matter مِنany حَرَجٍdistress
فَقلتُ هَوِّن فما في الأمرِ مِن حَرَجٍ
عَيشٌa life بلاwithout مِحَنٍtrials شَرٌّworse مِنَthan المِحَنِtrials
عَيشٌ بلا مِحَنٍ شَرٌّ مِنَ المِحَنِ
So I said, "Take it easy; there is no distress in this:
I said take heart, for there's no shame in this matter
a life without trials is worse than trials.
A life without trials is worse than trials
ألمَرءُa person فِيin حَزَنٍsorrow لاno بُدَّescape مِنfrom فَرَحٍjoy
ألمَرءُ فِي حَزَنٍ لا بُدَّ مِن فَرَحٍ
لَهُfor him وفِيand in فَرَحٍjoy لاَno بُدَّescape منfrom حَزَنِsorrow
لَهُ وفِي فَرَحٍ لاَ بُدَّ من حَزَنِ
For a person in sorrow, some joy is inevitable
A man in sorrow must have some joy
for him; and in joy, some sorrow is inevitable."
And in joy he must have some sorrow
يَروعُinspires awe مَخبَرُهُhis inner character مِنfrom قبلِbefore مَنظَرِهِhis appearance
يَروعُ مَخبَرُهُ مِن قبلِ مَنظَرِهِ
كَأَنهُas though he قِصَّةٌa tale فِيin سَالِفِbygone الزَّمَنِtime
كَأَنهُ قِصَّةٌ فِي سَالِفِ الزَّمَنِ
His inner character awes even before his outward appearance,
His tale horrifies me before its spectacle
as though he were a tale from bygone times.
As if it were a story from past times
لَبيتُI answered دَعوَتَهُمtheir invitation وَالشَّوقُand longing يَجذِبُنِيdraws me
لَبيتُ دَعوَتَهُم وَالشَّوقُ يَجذِبُنِي
وَجِئتُand I came أقطَعُI cross أَرضَthe land السَّهلِthe plain وَالحَزَنِand rugged ground
وَجِئتُ أقطَعُ أَرضَ السَّهلِ وَالحَزَنِ
I answered their invitation, with longing drawing me,
I accepted their invitation as yearning pulled me
and came, crossing the land of plains and rugged ground.
And I traversed the plain lands and sorrow
لكنbut بحَقِّكَby your honor مَنwho هَذاthis الَّذيwho بِهthrough him صَاbecame (first fragment)
لكن بحَقِّكَ مَن هَذا الَّذي بِه صَا
رَbecame (final fragment) القَلبُthe heart منكَof yours حَليفَan ally of الشَّجوِgrief والشَّجنِand sorrow
رَ القَلبُ منكَ حَليفَ الشَّجوِ والشَّجنِ
But, by your honor, who is this through whom
But by your right, who is he that made
your heart became an ally of grief and sorrow?
The heart detach from you, ally of passion and agony?”
وَراعَنِيand startled me مِنهُfrom him دَمعٌtears كَادَnearly يَغسِلُنِيwashes me
وَراعَنِي مِنهُ دَمعٌ كَادَ يَغسِلُنِي
أَعُوذُI seek refuge بِاللهِin God منfrom آثَامِthe sins ذِيone with الظُنَنِsuspicions
أَعُوذُ بِاللهِ من آثَامِ ذِي الظُنَنِ
And tears from him startled me, almost washing over me.
And his tears nearly swept me away
I seek refuge in God from the sins of one who harbors suspicions.
I seek God's refuge from the sins of the suspicious
وكادَand nearly دَمعُهُhis tears يَجريflows مِنfrom مَحَاجِرِهِhis eye sockets
وكادَ دَمعُهُ يَجري مِن مَحَاجِرِهِ
وَلوand if جَرىflowed لَجَرىwould have flowed كَالعَارِضِlike a rain cloud الهَتِنِpouring rain
وَلو جَرى لَجَرى كَالعَارِضِ الهَتِنِ
And his tears nearly flowed from his eye sockets,
His tears almost ran from his eyelids
and had they flowed, they would have streamed like a cloud pouring rain.
And had they run, they'd run like pouring rain
Sol 6.1