أياO شقيقَanemone الرَّوْضِthe meadow حَيَّاهgreeted it الْحَيَاthe rain
أيا شقيقَ الرَّوْضِ حَيَّاه الْحَيَا
فاحْمَرَّso it reddened وردُthe rose خَدِّهits cheek منfrom الْحَيَاbashfulness
فاحْمَرَّ وردُ خَدِّه من الْحَيَا
O anemone of the meadow, greeted by the rain,
O companion of the garden, greetings give life
the rose of its cheek reddened with bashfulness.
So the rose of his cheek reddened from bashfulness
لأنتَindeed you تِرْبُthe peer of الغُصْنِthe bough نَشْوانَtipsy إذاwhen
لأنتَ تِرْبُ الغُصْنِ نَشْوانَ إذا
أدارتpassed round السُّحْبُthe clouds لهfor it خَمْرَwine النَّدَىdew
أدارت السُّحْبُ له خَمْرَ النَّدَى
Indeed, you are the bough's peer, tipsy when
For you are the soil of the branch, delighted when
the clouds pass round for it the wine of dew.
The clouds give it the wine of dew
وامْتلأتْand became full كاسُthe cup الشَّقِيقِthe anemone سُحْرَةًbefore dawn
وامْتلأتْ كاسُ الشَّقِيقِ سُحْرَةً
فاحْمَرَّso it reddened منfrom خَجْلَتِهits embarrassment خَدُّthe cheek الطِّلاَthe wine
فاحْمَرَّ من خَجْلَتِه خَدُّ الطِّلاَ
And the anemone's cup filled before dawn,
And the anemone's cup filled with magic
so the wine's cheek reddened from its embarrassment.
So it blushed from its shyness, the cheek of the young gazelle
شِفاءٌa cure وَجْدِيmy longing لَثْمُkissing خالِthe mole of خَدِّهhis cheek
شِفاءٌ وَجْدِي لَثْمُ خالِ خَدِّه
والْحَبَّةُand the seed السَّوْداءُblack للدَّاءِfor illness شِفَاa cure
والْحَبَّةُ السَّوْداءُ للدَّاءِ شِفَا
A cure for my longing is kissing the mole on his cheek;
A cure for my love-sickness is to kiss his cheek
and the black seed is a cure for illness.
And the black mole is a remedy for illness
يتْركُنِيabandons me تَرْكَthe abandonment of الظلِيمِthe male ostrich ظَلْمُهhis cruelty
يتْركُنِي تَرْكَ الظلِيمِ ظَلْمُه
وهذهand this شِيمةُthe nature of آرامِgazelles الْفَلاَthe wilderness
وهذه شِيمةُ آرامِ الْفَلاَ
His cruelty abandons me as the male ostrich does,
He leaves me like the oppressor leaves the oppressed
and such is the nature of the desert gazelles.
And this is the nature of the calm phoenix
تعلَّمتْlearned منهfrom him اللياليthe nights غَدْرَهاtheir treachery
تعلَّمتْ منه الليالي غَدْرَها
فأنْجَزتْso they fulfilled باليأْسِwith despair مِيعادَthe promise of الرَّجَاhope
فأنْجَزتْ باليأْسِ مِيعادَ الرَّجَا
The nights learned their treachery from him,
The nights learned his betrayal from him
so they fulfilled hope's promise with despair.
So they fulfilled the tryst with despair
غَمائمٌclouds لُعْسُdusky الشِّفاهِthe lips ابْتسَمتْsmiled
غَمائمٌ لُعْسُ الشِّفاهِ ابْتسَمتْ
عنrevealing ثَغْرِa mouth بارِقٍflashing إذاwhen الثَّغْرُthe mouth بَكَاwept
عن ثَغْرِ بارِقٍ إذا الثَّغْرُ بَكَا
Dark-lipped clouds smiled,
Clouds whose lips of affliction smiled
revealing a flashing mouth when that mouth wept.
From a scintillating mouth when it wept
تفُكُّfrees مِنfrom مَحْلٍdrought وجَدْبٍand barrenness أسْرَهُits captivity
تفُكُّ مِن مَحْلٍ وجَدْبٍ أسْرَهُ
وتنْثُرُand scatters الدُّرَّpearls علىupon هامِthe heads of الرُّبَىthe hills
وتنْثُرُ الدُّرَّ على هامِ الرُّبَى
They release it from the bondage of drought and barrenness,
It unleashes from a barren, dry place
and scatter pearls upon the hilltops.
And scatters the pearls on the foreheads of the hills
يسُوقهاdrives them الرعدُthunder بصوتٍwith a voice مُذْهَبٍgilded
يسُوقها الرعدُ بصوتٍ مُذْهَبٍ
منby بَرْقِهits lightning وهْيwhile they بَطِيَّاتُslow الخُطَاsteps
من بَرْقِه وهْي بَطِيَّاتُ الخُطَا
Thunder drives them with a voice gilded
The thunder drives them with a melting voice
by its lightning, while they are slow of step.
From its lightning while they are the brides of the meadows
لاnot يَلِجُenters الطَّيْفُthe dream-vision إليهinto it فَرَقاًout of fear
لا يَلِجُ الطَّيْفُ إليه فَرَقاً
وفيهand within it ليستْnot تهتديfind their way كُدْرُdusky القَطَاthe sandgrouse
وفيه ليستْ تهتدي كُدْرُ القَطَا
No dream-vision enters it, out of fear,
The specter does not enter it in fear
and dusky sandgrouse cannot find their way within it.
And in it the turbid stars cannot find their way
بالتُّرْسِwith a shield تسْرِيjourneys الشمسُthe sun فوقabove أُفْقِهِits horizon
بالتُّرْسِ تسْرِي الشمسُ فوق أُفْقِهِ
والصُّبْحُand dawn يلْقاهmeets it بعَضْبٍwith a keen sword مُنْتضَىdrawn
والصُّبْحُ يلْقاه بعَضْبٍ مُنْتضَى
With a shield, the sun journeys above its horizon,
With a shield the sun flows over its horizon
and dawn meets it with a keen sword drawn.
And the dawn meets it with a drawn sword
مَجَرَّةٌa Milky Way فيin شَفَقٍtwilight كأنهاas though it
مَجَرَّةٌ في شَفَقٍ كأنها
والزهرُand the stars فيهاwithin it ذاتُpossessing مَنْظرٍan appearance زَهَاshone
والزهرُ فيها ذاتُ مَنْظرٍ زَهَا
A Milky Way in twilight, as though it—
A galaxy amidst the sunset as if
with the stars within it, a resplendent sight—
The flowers in it are of a delightful view
نَهْرٌa river بهin it كَفُّthe hand of الشَّمالِthe north wind نثَرتْscattered
نَهْرٌ به كَفُّ الشَّمالِ نثَرتْ
وَرْداًroses ونَسْرِيناًand eglantines جَنِيّاًfreshly gathered قُطِفَاwere plucked
وَرْداً ونَسْرِيناً جَنِيّاً قُطِفَا
were a river where the north wind's hand scattered
A river in which the hand of the north has scattered
roses and eglantines, fresh and newly plucked.
Roses and narcissi, freshly plucked
علىupon أغَرِّwhite-blazed أدْهَمٍblack قدalready طلَعتْrose
على أغَرِّ أدْهَمٍ قد طلَعتْ
مِنfrom وجهِهits face فيin ظُلْمةِthe darkness of الليلthe night ذُكَاDhuka, the sun
مِن وجهِه في ظُلْمةِ الليل ذُكَا
Upon a white-blazed black steed: there rose
On the neck of a ruddy dark steed that rose
from its face, in night's darkness, Dhuka, the sun.
From its face in the darkness of night, spirit
غُرَّتُهits forehead-blaze منfrom تحتbeneath هُدْبِthe fringe of شَعْرِهِits mane
غُرَّتُه من تحت هُدْبِ شَعْرِهِ
طُرَّةُthe fringe of صُبْحٍdawn تحتbeneath أذْيالِthe skirts of الدُّجَاdarkness
طُرَّةُ صُبْحٍ تحت أذْيالِ الدُّجَا
Its forehead-blaze beneath the fringe of its mane
Its pride under the forelock of its hair
is dawn's fringe beneath the trailing skirts of darkness.
Is like the dawn under the fringes of gloom
أدْهَمَblack قيِّدِfetter كُلِّevery وَحْشٍwild beast شارِدٍfleeing
أدْهَمَ قيِّدِ كُلِّ وَحْشٍ شارِدٍ
قبَّلَهkissed it الليلُthe night فكُلُّهso all of it لَمَىdusky lip-color
قبَّلَه الليلُ فكُلُّه لَمَى
A black steed, the fetter of every fleeing beast,
O tamer of every roaming wild beast
night kissed it, so it is dusky all over.
The night kissed it so it was completely darkened
نجائِبُnoble riding-camels قدalready طفِقَتْbegan أخْفافُهاtheir padded feet
نجائِبُ قد طفِقَتْ أخْفافُها
فيin الرَّملِthe sand تُبْدِيreveal ليto me ضمائرَthe secrets of الثَّرَىthe earth
في الرَّملِ تُبْدِي لي ضمائرَ الثَّرَى
Noble riding-camels—their padded feet began
She-camels whose footsteps
in the sand to reveal to me the earth's secrets.
In the sand reveal to me the secrets of the ground
قدalready سترَveiled الجمالُbeauty حُسْنَthe loveliness of وَجْهِهِhis face
قد سترَ الجمالُ حُسْنَ وَجْهِهِ
صَوْناًto safeguard لأبْكارِfor the virgins of العُقولminds والنُّهَىand intellects
صَوْناً لأبْكارِ العُقول والنُّهَى
Beauty has veiled the loveliness of his face,
Beauty has hidden the beauty of its face
to safeguard the virgin minds and intellects.
To protect the chastity of minds and prohibition
فوقَفso stood الحُسْنُbeauty عليهbefore him حائِراًbewildered
فوقَف الحُسْنُ عليه حائِراً
مُتيَّماًlove-enslaved وَلْهانَlove-distraught فيin ذاكthat الْبَهَاsplendor
مُتيَّماً وَلْهانَ في ذاك الْبَهَا
So beauty stood before him, bewildered,
So beauty halted before it confused
love-enslaved and distraught in that splendor.
Yearning and delirious in that enchantment
تَهْوَىloves الصَّبَاthe east wind شَمائلَthe qualities of اللُّطْفِgentleness بهin him
تَهْوَى الصَّبَا شَمائلَ اللُّطْفِ به
فلاso not تُداوِيcure سُقْمَهاits sickness أيْدِيthe hands of الأُسَاhealers
فلا تُداوِي سُقْمَها أيْدِي الأُسَا
The east wind loves his gentle qualities,
The morning breeze craves its gentle features
and healers' hands cannot cure its sickness,
But the hands of healer cannot cure its sickness
إلاّexcept إذاwhen ماemphatic particle لَمَستْtouched ضَرِيحَهhis tomb
إلاّ إذا ما لَمَستْ ضَرِيحَه
فكمand how many سَقامٍan illness منfrom تُرابِهhis dust اشْتفَىfound healing
فكم سَقامٍ من تُرابِه اشْتفَى
except when it touches his tomb;
Except when it touches his tomb
and how many an illness found healing in his dust!
For so many illnesses were cured from its dust
سَرَىjourneyed by night إلىto السَّبْعِthe seven الطِّباقِsuperposed layers جسمُهhis body
سَرَى إلى السَّبْعِ الطِّباقِ جسمُه
فيin صُحْبةِthe company of الرُّوحِthe Spirit الأمينِtrustworthy ورَقَىand ascended
في صُحْبةِ الرُّوحِ الأمينِ ورَقَى
His body journeyed by night to the seven tiered heavens,
His body ascended to the seven spheres
in the company of the Trustworthy Spirit, and ascended.
In the company of the Trustworthy Spirit and climbed
إنif قطَعcrossed الأفْلاكَthe celestial spheres سُرْعَةًswiftly فلاthen no
إن قطَع الأفْلاكَ سُرْعَةً فلا
بُعْدَimprobability فإنfor indeed ذاتَهhis essence شمسُthe sun of الضُّحَىmidmorning
بُعْدَ فإن ذاتَه شمسُ الضُّحَى
If he crossed the celestial spheres so swiftly, it is no
If it crosses the heavens in swiftness, still no
wonder, for his essence is the midmorning sun.
Distance, for its essence is the sun of daylight
حَوافِرُthe hooves of البُراقِBuraq مِنfrom آثارِهاtheir traces
حَوافِرُ البُراقِ مِن آثارِها
قدalready ظهرَتْappeared فيهtherein أهِلَّةُthe crescents of السَّمَاheaven
قد ظهرَتْ فيه أهِلَّةُ السَّمَا
From the traces left by Buraq's hooves,
The tracks of al-Buraq from its steps
the crescents of heaven appeared therein.
Have appeared in it, worthy of the sky
يُغْنِيdispenses عنwith المدحِpraise رَفِيعُexalted قَدْرِهِhis rank
يُغْنِي عن المدحِ رَفِيعُ قَدْرِهِ
فيُمْدَحso is praised المدحُpraise بهthrough him وماand not دَرَىknew
فيُمْدَح المدحُ به وما دَرَى
His exalted rank makes praise needless,
The Sublimeness of his worth makes praise needless
so praise itself is praised through him, all unawares.
So praise is praised through him and none knows
كلُّevery لِباسٍgarment للمديحfor praise قاصِرٌtoo short
كلُّ لِباسٍ للمديح قاصِرٌ
عنهof him يُحَلَّis unstrapped رَحْلُهits saddle دونshort of المَدَىthe goal
عنه يُحَلَّ رَحْلُه دون المَدَى
Every garment of praise falls short
Every garment is too short for his praise
of him; its saddle is unstrapped short of the goal.
It sets its course below the goal
سالflowed لُعابُthe saliva of الشمسِthe sun ممَّاfrom what تشْتهِيit craves
سال لُعابُ الشمسِ ممَّا تشْتهِي
لَذِيذَthe deliciousness of هاتِيكthose المَعانيmeanings إذْsince حَلاَgrew sweet
لَذِيذَ هاتِيك المَعاني إذْ حَلاَ
The sun's mouth watered with its craving
The saliva of the sun flows from craving
for the savor of those meanings, so sweet were they.
The deliciousness of these meanings when they meet
فصاحةٌeloquence ماnot الشِّعرpoetry منهاof it بالغٌattaining
فصاحةٌ ما الشِّعر منها بالغٌ
ببَحْرِهwith its ocean قطرةَa drop وَصْفِdescription ذِيone possessing صَفَاpurity
ببَحْرِه قطرةَ وَصْفِ ذِي صَفَا
An eloquence of which poetry cannot attain
An eloquence that poetry cannot attain
with its ocean a drop in describing one so pure.
With its ocean the drop of describing the pure
لذلكfor that reason قدalready قَطَّعَهscanned it الناسُpeople وقدand already
لذلك قد قَطَّعَه الناسُ وقد
دارتْrevolved بهaround it دَوائرُthe circles of القومِthe people الأُلَىof old
دارتْ به دَوائرُ القومِ الأُلَى
For that reason people have cut it into metrical feet, and
For that the people segmented it and
the circles of the ancients have revolved around it.
Its circles went around the intimate group
بينbetween يَدَيْهاher hands ابنُson of دُرَيدٍDuraid حاجِبٌa chamberlain
بين يَدَيْها ابنُ دُرَيدٍ حاجِبٌ
وألِفاتُand the alifs of شِعْرِهhis verse مِثْلُlike الْعَصَاthe staff
وألِفاتُ شِعْرِه مِثْلُ الْعَصَا
Before her stands Ibn Duraid as chamberlain,
Before it Ibn Duraid is a guard
and the alifs of his verse are like a staff.
And the thousands of its verses like staffs
ذَيْلُthe hem of الدُّجَىdarkness بِعَرْفِهاwith her fragrance مُمَسَّكٌmusk-scented
ذَيْلُ الدُّجَى بِعَرْفِها مُمَسَّكٌ
مُضَمِّخٌanointing خَلُوقُهاher saffron perfume بُرْدَthe mantle of الضُحَىmidmorning
مُضَمِّخٌ خَلُوقُها بُرْدَ الضُحَى
The hem of darkness is musked with her fragrance;
The train of gloom with its bouquet held fast
her saffron perfume anoints the mantle of midmorning.
Dyed by its coldness at the time of afternoon nap
Sol 6.1