نهودٌbreasts مثلlike رمانpomegranates النعيمِbliss
نهودٌ مثل رمان النعيمِ
تغازلنيthey flirt with me بهاwith them أخواتُsisters ريمِa gazelle
تغازلني بها أخواتُ ريمِ
Breasts like the pomegranates of bliss,
Breasts like the pomegranates of bliss
with which a gazelle's sisters flirt with me.
Seduce me with them the sisters of Rym
أطارdrove away نجومهنtheir stars لذيذsweet نوميmy sleep
أطار نجومهن لذيذ نومي
ولمand did not يسلبننيthey rob me of ولَهَyearning الفطيمthe weaned child
ولم يسلبنني ولَهَ الفطيم
Their stars drove away my sweet sleep,
Their stars have lulled my sweet sleep
and they did not rob me of a weaned child's yearning.
And they have not robbed me, by God the Bountiful
ألاis there not قبلbefore النوىparting صدرٌa bosom رحيبٌspacious
ألا قبل النوى صدرٌ رحيبٌ
يضمembraces فؤادheart جوّادٍa generous man كريمnoble
يضم فؤاد جوّادٍ كريم
Is there not, before parting, a spacious bosom
Before purpose, a spacious chest
to embrace the heart of a generous, noble man,
That contains the heart of a generous, noble soul
يحنِّنsoftens ياO سعادSuad عليَّtoward me قلباًa heart
يحنِّن يا سعاد عليَّ قلباً
لهit has جورcruelty اللهيبthe flame علىupon الهشيمdry brushwood
له جور اللهيب على الهشيم
and soften toward me, O Suad, a heart
Yearning, O Saad, for a heart
as cruel as flame to dry brushwood?
With burning coals over embers
نهودكyour breasts أحرقتburned جلديmy fortitude وصبريand my patience
نهودك أحرقت جلدي وصبري
فلمso why لاnot تحرقينyou burn بهاwith them هموميmy worries
فلم لا تحرقين بها همومي
Your breasts have burned away my fortitude and patience;
Your breasts have scorched my skin and patience
so why do you not burn away my worries with them?
Why then do you not burn my worries with them?
أرىI see الشعراءthe poets تنسبascribe كلevery سحرٍenchantment
أرى الشعراء تنسب كل سحرٍ
شديدformidable البأسmight للطرفto the gaze السقيمlanguid
شديد البأس للطرف السقيم
I see the poets ascribing every enchantment
I see the poets attribute every intense
of formidable might to the languid gaze,
Magic to the sickly gaze
وتعتبرand deem النهودthe breasts أقلless سحراًin enchantment
وتعتبر النهود أقل سحراً
وهنand they أيمَّةmasters السحرenchantment العظيمmighty
وهن أيمَّة السحر العظيم
and deeming breasts less enchanting,
And consider breasts to have lesser magic
though they are the masters of mighty enchantment.
When they are the pillar of mighty sorcery
لقدindeed نسبواthey ascribed الجسيمthe immense إلىto ضعيفsomething weak
لقد نسبوا الجسيم إلى ضعيف
وقدand indeed نسبواthey ascribed الضعيفthe weak إلىto جسيمsomething immense
وقد نسبوا الضعيف إلى جسيم
They have indeed ascribed the immense to something weak,
They have attributed the immense to the feeble
and have ascribed the weak to something immense.
And the feeble to the immense
أماis there not فيamong الناسpeople منany حكَمٍarbiter حكيمٍwise
أما في الناس من حكَمٍ حكيمٍ
نسرُّwe rejoice بهin him كلقمانlike Luqman الحكيمthe Wise
نسرُّ به كلقمان الحكيم
Is there no wise arbiter among people,
Is there not among the people a wise judge
in whom we may rejoice, like Luqman the Wise,
We take as Luqman the Wise?
يقولsays السحرenchantment منfrom رمانpomegranates صدرٍa bosom
يقول السحر من رمان صدرٍ
يمجspits forth منfrom العقيقcarnelian دمblood الكرومthe vines
يمج من العقيق دم الكروم
who says: 'Enchantment comes from the pomegranates of a bosom
He would say magic lies in the breast
that spits forth the blood of vines from carnelian'?
Where red wine flows from carnelian
Sol 6.1