يـَاO قَـْلـبُheart مَـالَـكَwhat ails you تَسْتَكِينُyou yield لِمَفزَعِto fright؟
يـَا قَـْلـبُ مَـالَـكَ تَسْتَكِينُ لِمَفزَعِ؟
أَمِنَis it from الصَّبَابَةِardent longing أَمْor سَخِينِhot الأَدْمُعِtears؟!
أَمِنَ الصَّبَابَةِ أَمْ سَخِينِ الأَدْمُعِ؟!
O heart, why do you yield to fright?
O my heart, why do you seek refuge in fright?
Is it from ardent longing, or from hot tears?!
Is it from youth or from tearful sorrow?!
مَـاnot نَالَgained صَـبٌّa lovesick man مِـنْfrom شَقَائِهِhis misery فُسْحَـةًrespite
مَـا نَالَ صَـبٌّ مِـنْ شَقَائِهِ فُسْحَـةً
حَتَّىuntil غَشَىwas overcome فيِamid عَــثْـرةٍa stumble وَتَـصَـدُّعِand shattering
حَتَّى غَشَى فيِ عَــثْـرةٍ وَتَـصَـدُّعِ
No lovesick man has gained respite from his misery
No young man gained respite from his misery
Until he was overcome amid stumbling and shattering.
Until he fell into stumbling and cracking.
أَخَفَتْhush صَهِيلَthe neighing of الحُزْنِsorrow فِيin هَذَاthis الحَشَاbreast
أَخَفَتْ صَهِيلَ الحُزْنِ فِي هَذَا الحَشَا
كَمْhow often رَقَّgrew tender بِالخَيْلِtoward horses الأَصِيلُthe noble one المَنْبَعِin origin
كَمْ رَقَّ بِالخَيْلِ الأَصِيلُ المَنْبَعِ
Hush sorrow's neighing within this breast;
The neighing of sorrow in this enclosure faded;
How often one of noble origin has grown tender toward horses!
How many noble horses have snapped from the spring!
وَإِذَاand if جَفَاكَshuns you حَـبِيــبُthe beloved of نَفْسِكَyour soul مَــرَّةًonce
وَإِذَا جَفَاكَ حَـبِيــبُ نَفْسِكَ مَــرَّةً
فَارْفَقْthen be gentle بِهِwith him وَدَعِand let الهَوَادَةَforbearance تَشْفَعِintercede
فَارْفَقْ بِهِ وَدَعِ الهَوَادَةَ تَشْفَعِ
And if the beloved of your soul shuns you once,
And if your beloved turns away from you once,
Then be gentle with him, and let forbearance intercede.
Then be gentle with him and let intimacy intercede.
عَبـَثٌfutility عَـلَىupon عَبـَثٍfutility رَجَـائِـيَmy hope فِطْنَـةٌdiscernment
عَبـَثٌ عَـلَى عَبـَثٍ رَجَـائِـيَ فِطْنَـةٌ
مِنْfrom مُدْنَفٍa lovesick man بِيَدِin the hand of الهَوَىpassion مُتَوَلِّعِburning with love
مِنْ مُدْنَفٍ بِيَدِ الهَوَى مُتَوَلِّعِ
Futility upon futility is my hope for discernment
My hopes were nonsense upon nonsense, a perception
From a lovesick man in passion's hand, burning with love.
From one hostile under the influence of passion.
هَلْis there لِيfor me سَبِيلٌa way مِنْfrom سُوَيْعَاتِfleeting hours الهَوَىlove
هَلْ لِي سَبِيلٌ مِنْ سُوَيْعَاتِ الهَوَى
أَزِفَdraws near الرَّحِيلُdeparture وَمَاand not ظَفِرْتُI attained بمَطْمَعِيmy desired goal
أَزِفَ الرَّحِيلُ وَمَا ظَفِرْتُ بمَطْمَعِي
Is there a way for me out of love's fleeting hours?
Is there a way for me out of the districts of passion?
Departure draws near, and I have not attained my desire.
Departure has drawn near and I have not attained my goal.
هَلْcan يَسْتَوِيcompare قَلْبُthe heart of السَّقِيمِone sick مِنَfrom النَّوَىseparation
هَلْ يَسْتَوِي قَلْبُ السَّقِيمِ مِنَ النَّوَى
بِفُؤَادِwith the heart of خِلٍّa dear friend فِيin اللِّقَاreunion مُتَرَبِّعِseated at ease
بِفُؤَادِ خِلٍّ فِي اللِّقَا مُتَرَبِّعِ
Can the heart of one sick from separation compare
Can the heart of one sick from intimacy
With the heart of a dear friend seated at ease in reunion?
Be equal to the heart of a friend sitting comfortably?
مِنْfrom ظَامِئٍone thirsty أَفْرَىravaged مُحَيَّاهُhis face الظَّمَاthirst
مِنْ ظَامِئٍ أَفْرَى مُحَيَّاهُ الظَّمَا
أَوْor جَائِعٍone hungry لِلِقَاكَfor meeting you أَنَّىhow يَكْرَعِhe drinks deeply
أَوْ جَائِعٍ لِلِقَاكَ أَنَّى يَكْرَعِ
From one parched, whose face thirst has ravaged,
A thirsty one whose life the thirst has uncovered
Or one hungry to meet you—how can he drink his fill?
Or a hungry one, how can he be sated by meeting you?
نَمْsleep فِيin فُؤَادٍa heart ضَجَّcried out مِنْfrom ظُلَمِdarknesses الهَوَىlove
نَمْ فِي فُؤَادٍ ضَجَّ مِنْ ظُلَمِ الهَوَى
مُتَمَزِّقٍtorn بِيَدِby the hand of القَضَاfate مُتَقَطِّعِrent apart
مُتَمَزِّقٍ بِيَدِ القَضَا مُتَقَطِّعِ
Sleep in a heart that cried out from love's darkness,
Sleep in a heart noisy from the injustice of passion,
Torn by fate's hand, rent apart.
Shattered by the hand of fate, ripped apart.
٢/٦/٢٠٢٠ مCE
٢/٦/٢٠٢٠ م
2/6/2020 CE
2/6/2020
Sol 6.1