بذلّةِby the meekness of اللينsoftness منin ألفاظكِyour words الخفِرةbashful
بذلّةِ اللين من ألفاظكِ الخفِرة
وماand what تعَقْرَبcurled like a scorpion منfrom أصداغكyour temples العَطِرَهْfragrant
وما تعَقْرَب من أصداغك العَطِرَهْ
By the yielding softness of your bashful words,
With soft words of tender diction
and the scorpion-like curls at your fragrant temples,
And sweet scent of perfumed cheeks
إلاّplease رحمتِyou show mercy to قتيلاًone slain منbecause of هواكlove of you ولمand not
إلاّ رحمتِ قتيلاً من هواك ولم
يبقremain التواصلcloseness فيماin what is بينناbetween us نكِرهunknown
يبق التواصل فيما بيننا نكِره
have mercy on one slain by love of you, and let not
You show mercy to one slain by love for you
closeness between us remain unknown.
Though no connection remains that we'd abhor
لاdo not تخبريtest كيفhow صبريmy endurance فيin نواكyour absence فقدfor indeed
لا تخبري كيف صبري في نواك فقد
أمسيتyou have become بيwith me وبهand with it دونapart from الورىhumankind خبرهwell acquainted
أمسيت بي وبه دون الورى خبره
Do not test how I bear your absence, for
Tell me not how I've endured your charm
you alone among humankind know me and my endurance well.
For with you, from all people, I'm now bereft
حاشاكِfar be it from you منfrom هجرforsaking منone who أضحتhave become محاجِرُهhis eye sockets
حاشاكِ من هجر من أضحت محاجِرُه
مماbecause of يكفكِفhe keeps wiping away فيِكfor your sake الدمعَthe tears منفطِرهsplit open
مما يكفكِف فيِك الدمعَ منفطِره
Far be it from you to forsake one whose eye sockets have become
It's not like you to shun one whose eyelids
split from the tears he keeps wiping away for your sake,
Are swollen with tears that start and ebb
ولمand did not يجِدfind ناصراًa helper يقوىhe can prevail عليكagainst you بهwith his aid
ولم يجِد ناصراً يقوى عليك به
لمّاwhen غَدَوْتِyou became بسحرthrough the magic of الطرِفthe glance منتصِرهvictorious
لمّا غَدَوْتِ بسحر الطرِف منتصِره
and who has found no helper with whose aid he could prevail against you,
One who finds no champion against you
when you became victorious through the magic of your glance.
Since your eyes gained rule and conquest
ياO صُلْبةhard العينِthe eye مثليone like me يستهانis made light بهof him
يا صُلْبة العينِ مثلي يستهان به
ظلماًunjustly ويُقتَلand is slain مهجوراًforsaken بغيرwithout تِرهcause for vengeance
ظلماً ويُقتَل مهجوراً بغير تِره
O hard-eyed one, one like me is scorned
Woe to me, so lightly deemed by one
unjustly, and slain, forsaken, without cause for vengeance.
Who unjustly slays me, no blood outpoured
أمَاindeed ووجنتِكby your cheek الحمراءِred سافِرةًunveiled
أمَا ووجنتِك الحمراءِ سافِرةً
وغُنْجِand by the coy charm of مقلتكyour eye الحوراءِbright-white and dark-pupilled ياO مكِرهcunning one
وغُنْجِ مقلتك الحوراءِ يا مكِره
Indeed, by your red cheek, unveiled,
By your rosy cheeks and escaping curls
and the coy charm of your eye, dark against white, O cunning one:
And the batting lashes of a fawn, a trickster
لولاwere it not for هوىًlove فيكfor you لاnot يوديdoes away الزمانُtime بهwith it
لولا هوىً فيك لا يودي الزمانُ به
ولوعةٌand a burning ache فيin سوادthe dark core of القلبthe heart مستعِرهablaze
ولوعةٌ في سواد القلب مستعِره
were it not for love of you that time cannot destroy,
If not for a love in you time doesn't end
and an ache of longing blazing in the heart's dark core,
And in my heart, a burning agony
ماnot رحتِyou became مختارةًchoosing ظلمِيwronging me بلاwithout سببٍa cause
ما رحتِ مختارةً ظلمِي بلا سببٍ
ولاnor غدوتِyou became علىof قتلِيkilling me بمقتدِرهcapable
ولا غدوتِ على قتلِي بمقتدِره
you would not have chosen to wrong me without cause,
You'd not have unjustly chosen my torment
nor would you have had the power to kill me.
Nor had power to seek my demise
Sol 6.1