ياO آلpeople of جلقJullaq ماno فيamong غيدكمyour graceful maidens فُنُقٌa pampered beauty
يا آل جلق ما في غيدكم فُنُقٌ
كغادةٍlike a graceful maiden ضاعفتshe doubled فيin صورTyre بلباليmy turmoil
كغادةٍ ضاعفت في صور بلبالي
O people of Jullaq, among your graceful maidens there is no pampered beauty
O people of Gulg, your singing holds no melody
like a maiden in Tyre who doubled my turmoil.
Like a willow whose branches sway in the nightingale's image
سألتهاI asked her منwho سبَّىtook captive لبيmy mind وكافلُهاand her guardian
سألتها من سبَّى لبي وكافلُها
مَنwho والحمىand the sanctuary كيفhow قالتshe said ياO فتىyoung man خاليmy mole; my maternal uncle; empty (wordplay)
مَن والحمى كيف قالت يا فتى خالي
I asked her, “Who took my mind captive? And your guardian—
I asked her who sang praises of my idol and rival
who is he, and how is the sanctuary?” She said, “O young man: my mole; my maternal uncle; empty.”
“Who?” she said, feverish, “Empty your mind, my boy”
صفdescribe عاتقيmy shoulder واللمىand the lips’ dark hue وانظرand see يماثلresembles منwhom
صف عاتقي واللمى وانظر يماثل من
خصريmy waist فقلتso I said لهاto her ياO منيتيmy heart’s desire حاليadorned; sweet; my state (wordplay)
خصري فقلت لها يا منيتي حالي
“Describe my shoulder and the dark hue of my lips, and see whom
Describing my shoulders, my touch, “Look closely, resemble the one
my waist resembles.” I said to her, “O my heart’s desire: adorned; sweet; my own state.”
Whose waist I cradle” I told her “My wish, let go”
قالتshe said صدقتyou spoke truly فقدfor indeed أودعتyou placed فيupon عنقيmy neck
قالت صدقت فقد أودعت في عنقي
يومthe day of الوداعfarewell نجومthe stars of المدمعthe tears الغاليprecious
يوم الوداع نجوم المدمع الغالي
She said, “You spoke truly, for indeed you placed upon my neck
“You speak true,” she said “For I have hidden in my neck
on the day of farewell the stars of precious tears.”
On the day we parted, the tears of a dear, glistening sky”
Sol 6.1