ناعورةa waterwheel أنَّةa moan أَنِينَlament الهوىlove
ناعورة أنَّة أَنِينَ الهوى
لمَّاwhen شكتit complained حَرَّheat وساويسهاits troubled thoughts
لمَّا شكت حَرَّ وساويسها
A waterwheel moaned love's lament,
The fountain is a melodious moan of passion
when it complained of the heat of its troubled thoughts.
When it complained of heat and its torment
أنينهاits groaning صَرَّةُthe creak تدويرهاits turning
أنينها صَرَّةُ تدويرها
ودمعهاand its tears ماءwater قواديسِهاits buckets
ودمعها ماء قواديسِها
Its groaning is the creak of its turning,
Its moan is the murmur of its circulation
and its tears are the water of its buckets.
And its tears are the water of its conduits
كأنماas though الكيزانthe jars فيin بِئرِهاits well
كأنما الكيزان في بِئرِها
هامُheads ملوكٍkings فيin نواوِيسِهاtheir sarcophagi
هامُ ملوكٍ في نواوِيسِها
As though the jars in its well
As if the spout in its well
were kings' heads in their sarcophagi.
Were the passion of kings in their pleasures
تَقذِفit flings بالماءwith the water إلىto روضةٍa garden
تَقذِف بالماء إلى روضةٍ
كأنهاas though it were ريشplumage طواويسِهاits peacocks
كأنها ريش طواويسِها
It flings water into a garden,
It splashes water onto a garden
as though it were the plumage of its peacocks.
As if it were the feathers of its peacocks
كأنماas though السَرْوُthe cypresses بهاin it نِسْوةwomen
كأنما السَرْوُ بها نِسْوة
قامتthey rose إلىto قرعِstriking نواقيسِهاtheir bells
قامت إلى قرعِ نواقيسِها
As though the cypresses there were women
As if the cypress trees in it were women
who had risen to strike their bells.
Who rose to strike its bells
ويُحسبand is taken for الخَشخاشُthe poppies مِنfrom حولهاaround it
ويُحسب الخَشخاشُ مِن حولها
يداa hand أشارتgestured بدبابِيسهاwith its pins
يدا أشارت بدبابِيسها
And the poppies around it are taken for
And the jasmine around it is thought to be
a hand gesturing with its pins.
Hands that gestured with their rings
وانفتحand opened النرجِسthe narcissus عنto reveal أعينeyes
وانفتح النرجِس عن أعين
مصفرَّةِyellowed الأحداقِthe pupils منfrom بُوسهاtheir misery
مصفرَّةِ الأحداقِ من بُوسها
And the narcissus opened to reveal eyes
The narcissus opened from eyes
with pupils yellowed by their misery.
Yellowed by its kisses
وأُقحوانٍand chrysanthemums كثغورlike the mouths of المَهَىthe oryxes
وأُقحوانٍ كثغور المَهَى
مفترَّةٍparted in smiles منfrom بعدafter تعبِيسهاtheir frowning
مفترَّةٍ من بعد تعبِيسها
And chrysanthemums like the mouths of oryxes,
And anemones like the cheeks of desire
parted in smiles after their frowning.
Parted after its compression
وسَوْسَنٍand irises كالقَرْصِlike a pinch لمَّاwhen بدتappeared
وسَوْسَنٍ كالقَرْصِ لمَّا بدت
آثارهits marks فيin لِينِsoftness ملموسهاtheir tactile surface
آثاره في لِينِ ملموسها
And irises like a pinch, when there appeared
And lilies like disks when they appeared
its marks upon their soft surface.
Their traces in the softness of its touch
نَبَّههُawakened it القَطْرthe rain بأندائِهwith its dew
نَبَّههُ القَطْر بأندائِه
إذwhen نثرتْهُscattered it السُّحْبُthe clouds منfrom كِيسهاtheir purse
إذ نثرتْهُ السُّحْبُ من كِيسها
The rain awakened them with its dew,
The raindrops aroused it with their calls
when the clouds scattered it from their purse.
When the clouds scattered them from their purse
تلعبplay بالأبصارwith the eyes أنوارُهاits blossoms
تلعب بالأبصار أنوارُها
لِعْبthe play of الأمانِيhopes بِمفاليسهاwith their paupers
لِعْب الأمانِي بِمفاليسها
Its blossoms toy with the eyes,
Its lights play with sights
as hopes toy with their paupers.
Like wishes playing with their keys
فرُحْso go علىto رَيْحانهاits basil واسترِحand rest
فرُحْ على رَيْحانها واسترِح
للرّاحِfor the wine فيin دَوْحةa spreading tree مأنوسهاits familiar haunt
للرّاحِ في دَوْحة مأنوسها
So go to its basil and rest
So rejoice in its basil and relax
for wine beneath the spreading tree of its familiar haunt.
To the breeze in its familiar basin
وهاتِهاand bring it يخفىis hidden علىfrom الحِسّthe senses ماwhat
وهاتِها يخفى على الحِسّ ما
جاءتcame بهwith it رِقّةُthe delicacy محسوسهاits perceptible substance
جاءت به رِقّةُ محسوسها
And bring it: hidden from the senses is what
And this one hides from the senses what
the delicacy of its perceptible substance has brought.
Came with the delicacy of its sensation
كأنماas though الساقيthe cupbearer إذاwhen حثَّهاhe urged it on
كأنما الساقي إذا حثَّها
يقدحkindles لمعَthe flash of البرقthe lightning فيin كُوسهاits cups
يقدح لمعَ البرق في كُوسها
As though the cupbearer, when he hastens its flow,
As if the cupbearer when he stirred it
kindles the flash of lightning in its cups.
Struck the flash of lightning from its goblet
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