أَيُّهاO you السائِقُthe camel-driver يَبغيseeking دارَthe abode of ميMayy
أَيُّها السائِقُ يَبغي دارَ مي
وَعريباًand a small Bedouin band دونَthis side of ذيّاكyonder اللّويthe winding dune
وَعريباً دونَ ذيّاك اللّوي
O camel-driver seeking Mayy’s abode,
and a small Bedouin band this side of yonder winding dune:
هَذِهِthese الباناتُthe ban trees باناتُban trees of الحِمىthe sanctuary
هَذِهِ الباناتُ باناتُ الحِمى
حَيّهاgreet them ياO مَيّتone dead from الأَشواقِlonging حيgreet!
حَيّها يا مَيّت الأَشواقِ حي
these ban trees are the sanctuary’s ban trees;
greet them, O one dead from longing—greet!
وَاِطوِand fold away ذِكرَremembrance of البانِthe ban tree فيin ظلِّthe shade of النّقاthe sand dune
وَاِطوِ ذِكرَ البانِ في ظلِّ النّقا
بَينَbetween سَفحِthe foot of السَّفحِthe slope مِنof سلعٍSalʿ وَطيand Tayy
بَينَ سَفحِ السَّفحِ مِن سلعٍ وَطي
And fold away remembrance of the ban tree in the dune’s shade,
between the lower slopes of Salʿ and Tayy.
وَإِذاand when الحُسنbeauty بَداappears فَاِسجُدthen prostrate yourself لَهُbefore it
وَإِذا الحُسن بَدا فَاِسجُد لَهُ
فَسُجودُfor prostration of الشُّكرِgratitude فَرضٌa duty ياO أَخيmy brother
فَسُجودُ الشُّكرِ فَرضٌ يا أَخي
And when beauty appears, prostrate yourself before it;
for prostration in gratitude is a duty, my brother.
هَذِهِthese أَنوارُlights of لَيلىLayla قَدindeed بَدَتhave appeared
هَذِهِ أَنوارُ لَيلى قَد بَدَت
فَلِسَلبِso, in the loss of العَقلِreason ياO صاحيsober one نهيunderstanding
فَلِسَلبِ العَقلِ يا صاحي نهي
These lights of Layla have now appeared;
so in the loss of reason, O sober one, lies understanding.
فَالفَتىfor the youth ماone whom سَلبتهshe has despoiled him جُملةwholly
فَالفَتى ما سَلبته جُملة
لاnot الَّذيthe one whom تَسلبهshe robs him شَيئاًsomething فتيa youth
لا الَّذي تَسلبه شَيئاً فتي
For a youth is one she has wholly despoiled;
one she robs of just a little is no youth.
كُلُّevery حَيٍّliving being فيin هَواهاlove for her مَيّتdead
كُلُّ حَيٍّ في هَواها مَيّت
إِنَّماonly ميتُone dead from هَواهاlove for her ذاكَthat one حيalive
إِنَّما ميتُ هَواها ذاكَ حي
Every living soul is dead in love for her;
only he who is dead of love for her is alive.
Sol 6.1