ياO عَذْبَةَsweet الرشفِkissing هلis there لمكتئبٍfor a sorrowful one
يا عَذْبَةَ الرشفِ هل لمكتئبٍ
صبٍّardent lover سبيلٌa way لفوزto win لقياكِa meeting with you
صبٍّ سبيلٌ لفوز لقياكِ
O you whose kisses are sweet, is there for a sorrowful
ardent lover a way to win a meeting with you?
يشكوcomplains إليكِto you الفؤادُthe heart لوعتَهits anguish
يشكو إليكِ الفؤادُ لوعتَه
وتَشْتكيand laments العينُthe eye فَقدَthe loss of رُؤْياكِseeing you
وتَشْتكي العينُ فَقدَ رُؤْياكِ
The heart complains to you of its anguish,
and the eye laments the loss of seeing you.
بيin me لوعةٌburning anguish منكِfrom you ليسdoes not يُطْفِئهاquench it
بي لوعةٌ منكِ ليس يُطْفِئها
إلاّexcept جَنَىthe harvest of الظَّلِمْsaliva on the teeth منfrom ثَناياكِyour front teeth
إلاّ جَنَى الظَّلِمْ من ثَناياكِ
A burning anguish from you is in me; nothing quenches it
save the nectar of saliva from your front teeth.
فَنَوِّلِيso bestow on منْthe one قَتَلْتِyou have slain مُهجَتَهُhis soul
فَنَوِّلِي منْ قَتَلْتِ مُهجَتَهُ
هدِيَّةًa gift مِنْحَةًa boon علىin return for ذاكِthat
هدِيَّةً مِنْحَةً على ذاكِ
So grant him whose soul you have slain
a gift, a boon in return for that.
أوor فابعَثيthen send مِنfrom جَنَىthe harvest of رُضابِكyour saliva ماwhat
أو فابعَثي مِن جَنَى رُضابِك ما
يَشْفِيquenches غليليmy burning thirst فيon رَأْسِthe tip of مِسْواكِa tooth-cleaning twig
يَشْفِي غليلي في رَأْسِ مِسْواكِ
Or send, from the nectar of your saliva, what
will quench my burning thirst, on the tip of a tooth-stick.
ولوand had خَشِيتِyou feared الإلهَGod ماnot فَتَكتstruck fatally
ولو خَشِيتِ الإلهَ ما فَتَكت
بابنat the son of وَصِيِّthe legatee of النَّبيthe Prophet عيناكِyour two eyes
بابن وَصِيِّ النَّبي عيناكِ
And had you feared God, your eyes would not have slain
the son of the Prophet's legatee.
ملكتُI acquired مملوكةًa slave-girl وقدand already طَفِقَتْshe began
ملكتُ مملوكةً وقد طَفِقَتْ
مَمْلوكَتيmy slave-girl وهيwhile she is بَعْضُone of مُلاّكيmy masters
مَمْلوكَتي وهي بَعْضُ مُلاّكي
I acquired a slave-girl, and now
my slave-girl has become one of my masters.
يُطرِبdelights سَمعيmy hearing مقالُthe words of عائدتيmy female sickbed visitor
يُطرِب سَمعي مقالُ عائدتي
لهاto her ألاَtell me كيفhow حالُthe condition of مولاكِyour master
لها ألاَ كيف حالُ مولاكِ
My sickbed visitor's words delight my ear
as she asks her, 'Tell me, how is your master?'
إِنْif عَبَقَتْshe gives off fragrance قلتَyou say مِسْكُmusk نافجةٍa musk-pod
إِنْ عَبَقَتْ قلتَ مِسْكُ نافجةٍ
أوor سَفَرَتْshe unveils her face قلتَyou say بدرُa full moon أَفْلاكِcelestial spheres
أو سَفَرَتْ قلتَ بدرُ أَفْلاكِ
If she gives off fragrance, you say, 'Musk from a musk-pod!'
Or if she unveils, you say, 'A full moon of the heavens!'
كأنّماas though طَرْفُهاher gaze إِذاwhen لَحَظَتْshe glances
كأنّما طَرْفُها إِذا لَحَظَتْ
مِثليَlike me فيin الحبّlove مُدنَفٌlanguishing شاكيcomplaining
مِثليَ في الحبّ مُدنَفٌ شاكي
It is as though her gaze, when she glances,
were, like me, languishing with love and lamenting.
Sol 6.1