أَياO لائِميyou who blame me فيfor وِقفةِthe stance of المُتَلوِّذِone seeking refuge
أَيا لائِمي في وِقفةِ المُتَلوِّذِ
عَلىupon عَرَصاتِthe open grounds of الدّارِthe dwelling بالجَمرِwith embers مُحْتَذيshod
عَلى عَرَصاتِ الدّارِ بالجَمرِ مُحْتَذي
O you who blame me for standing like one seeking refuge,
O you who blame me for pausing
on the dwelling's open grounds, shod with embers,
At the ruins of the house with embers smoldering
أُقَلِّبُI turn فيin عِرْفانِهاrecognizing it النّاظِرَthe eye القذِيgrit-irritated
أُقَلِّبُ في عِرْفانِها النّاظِرَ القذِي
لعمْرُكِby your life إنَّindeed البيتَthe house بالظاهرِat al-Zahir الذيthat
لعمْرُكِ إنَّ البيتَ بالظاهرِ الذي
I turn my grit-sore eye about, seeking to recognize it.
I search my memories of it with a wistful gaze
By your life, the house at al-Zahir that
By your life! It is the house outwardly that
مررتُI passed by فلمand did not أُلْمِمْstop briefly بِهat it ليَto me شائِقُstirring longing
مررتُ فلم أُلْمِمْ بِه ليَ شائِقُ
يُراجِعُresumes قلبيmy heart عندَupon رُؤْياهseeing it جَهْلَهُits folly
يُراجِعُ قلبي عندَ رُؤْياه جَهْلَهُ
I passed but did not visit fills me with longing.
I passed by, but did not speak to anyone within
My heart resumes its folly when it sees it,
It brings my heart back to relive its sorrows and joys
ويركبُand undertakes صعبَthe hard part of الأمرِthe affair فيهthere وسهلَهُand its easy part
ويركبُ صعبَ الأمرِ فيه وسهلَهُ
ويَسْفَحُand pours forth فيهthere مَدْمَعيmy tearful eye مُسْتَهِلَّهُits streaming tears
ويَسْفَحُ فيه مَدْمَعي مُسْتَهِلَّهُ
and there takes on the affair's hard and easy parts;
And takes on the difficulty and ease within it
and there my eye pours forth its streaming tears.
My overflowing tears descend upon it
وإنّand indeed مُروريmy passing by لاnot أكلِّمI speak to أهلهُits people
وإنّ مُروري لا أكلِّم أهلهُ
أشدَّharsher مِنthan الموتِdeath الذيthat أَناI ذائِقُshall taste
أشدَّ مِن الموتِ الذي أَنا ذائِقُ
And indeed, my passing by without speaking to its people
Though as I pass, I do not speak to its people
is harsher than the death that I shall taste.
More intensely than the death I will surely taste
وفيand in ذلكَthat البيتِhouse الذيwhich أَتَعَزَّلُI keep away from
وفي ذلكَ البيتِ الذي أَتَعَزَّلُ
حِذارَfor fear of وُشاةِthe talebearers of الحيِّthe tribe أدماءُa pale doe مُغْزِلُwith a fawn
حِذارَ وُشاةِ الحيِّ أدماءُ مُغْزِلُ
And in that house, from which I keep away
And in that house where I seclude myself
for fear of the tribe's talebearers, dwells a pale doe with a fawn.
Beware of the spies among the living, whose blood stains the spindle
يَجِدُّis earnest هواهاlove for her بالنفوسِwith souls وتَهْزِلُand she jests
يَجِدُّ هواها بالنفوسِ وتَهْزِلُ
وبِالجَزْعِand at the valley bend منin أَعلىthe upper part of الجُنَيْنَةِal-Junayna مَنْزلٌa dwelling
وبِالجَزْعِ من أَعلى الجُنَيْنَةِ مَنْزلٌ
Love for her is earnest with souls, while she jests.
As their passions run wild and joke around
And at the valley bend in upper al-Junayna stands a dwelling,
At the edge of the enclosure, aloft among the branches, is a dwelling
فسيحٌspacious شجاthe sorrow of صدريmy breast بِهِwithin it متضايِقُcramped
فسيحٌ شجا صدري بِهِ متضايِقُ
سأُعْلِنُI shall proclaim والمصدورُand one sick in the chest لاno بدَّescape يَنْفُثُcoughs forth
سأُعْلِنُ والمصدورُ لا بدَّ يَنْفُثُ
spacious, yet my breast's sorrow is cramped within it.
Spacious, that squeezed my chest and left me anguished
I shall proclaim—for one sick in the chest must cough forth—
I will declare it, what is destined must gush forth
ضَمانَةَthe sickness of حُبٍّlove بالجَوانِهِat the ribs تَضْبِثُgrips
ضَمانَةَ حُبٍّ بالجَوانِهِ تَضْبِثُ
يُقاسِمُنيswears to me صبريmy patience عليهاconcerning it ويَحْنَثُand breaks its oath
يُقاسِمُني صبري عليها ويَحْنَثُ
the sickness of a love that grips the ribs.
The guarantee of love flows from my sides
My patience swears to me to bear it, then breaks its oath.
Sharing my patience over her, though it falters
وماذاand what عَسىmight الواشونthe talebearers أَنْto يَتَحدَّثواsay
وماذا عَسى الواشون أَنْ يَتَحدَّثوا
سِوَىexcept أَنْto يَقولواsay إنّنيthat I am لَكِwith you عاشِقُin love
سِوَى أَنْ يَقولوا إنّني لَكِ عاشِقُ
And what might the talebearers possibly say
What more can the spies say
except that I am in love with you?
Other than I am her lover, smitten
هَوىًpassion فيin عَفافٍchastity لمnot تُدَنِّسْهُhas tainted it ريبةُsuspicion
هَوىً في عَفافٍ لم تُدَنِّسْهُ ريبةُ
كَماas كانused to يهوَىlove قيسُQays لُبنىLubna وتَوْبَةُand Tawba
كَما كان يهوَى قيسُ لُبنى وتَوْبَةُ
A chaste passion, untainted by suspicion,
A passion in chastity, untainted by any doubt
as Qays loved Lubna, and as Tawba loved.
As Qays loved Lubna, and Tawba
أَقولُI say وللواشيand the talebearer has سهامٌarrows مُصيبةُthat strike true
أَقولُ وللواشي سهامٌ مُصيبةُ
أَجَلْyes صَدَقَspoke truly الواشونَthe talebearers أنتِyou حبيبةٌbeloved
أَجَلْ صَدَقَ الواشونَ أنتِ حبيبةٌ
I say, though the talebearer has arrows that strike true:
I say this, though the spies' arrows strike true
Yes, the talebearers spoke truly: you are beloved
Indeed, the spies spoke true, you are my beloved
إليّto me وإنْand even if لمْnot تصفُhave been gracious مِنكِfrom you الخَلائِقُthe dispositions
إليّ وإنْ لمْ تصفُ مِنكِ الخَلائِقُ
سأخصعُI shall bow للطيفِto the dream-vision الملمِّthat visits بعَتْبِكمْwith your reproaches
سأخصعُ للطيفِ الملمِّ بعَتْبِكمْ
to me, though your ways have not been kind.
Though you do not possess praiseworthy traits
I shall bow to the dream-vision that visits with your reproaches,
I will submit to the Gentle One, patient with your blame
وأُلْصِقُand I press خدّيmy cheek فيin الدّيارِthe dwellings بتُرْبِكُمْagainst your dust
وأُلْصِقُ خدّي في الدّيارِ بتُرْبِكُمْ
وماand not زلتُhave I ceased فيin حالَيْthe two states of نَواكُمyour distance وقُربِكمْand your nearness
وما زلتُ في حالَيْ نَواكُم وقُربِكمْ
and press my cheek to your dust among the dwellings.
And press my cheek to the soil of your abode
And always, whether you are far away or near,
I remain still, hoping for your nearness and acceptance
يضمُّgathers together عليَّaround me الليلُthe night أوصالَthe limbs of حبِّكمlove for you
يضمُّ عليَّ الليلُ أوصالَ حبِّكم
كماas ضمَّjoined أطرافthe edges of القميصِthe shirt البَنائِقُthe gussets
كما ضمَّ أطراف القميصِ البَنائِقُ
night gathers around me the limbs of love for you,
The night wraps me in the garment of your love
as gussets join together the edges of a shirt.
As though the edges of the shirt envelop me
هيit is الدّارُthe dwelling مَنْwho ليfor me أَنْto أسوفَI smell تُرابَهاits dust
هي الدّارُ مَنْ لي أَنْ أسوفَ تُرابَها
وأبكيand I weep for لَياليناour nights بهاthere وانقلابَهاand their change
وأبكي لَيالينا بها وانقلابَها
It is the dwelling—who will let me smell its dust,
This is the house - who can I complain to of its soil?
and weep for our nights there and how they changed,
And weep for our nights within it and its changes
وسُمْراًand tawny lances بهاthere تحميbar الأعاديthe enemies قِبابَهاher tents
وسُمْراً بها تحمي الأعادي قِبابَها
كأنَّas though علىupon أنيابِهاher canine teeth الخمرَwine شابَهاhe mixed it
كأنَّ على أنيابِها الخمرَ شابَها
and the tawny lances there that bar foes from her tents?
Passing evenings in it sheltering enemies under its ceiling
As though upon her teeth lay wine, mingled
As if its fangs once held wine that aged it
بماءِwith water الندَىof dew منfrom آخِرthe end of اللّيلِthe night غابقُan evening drinker
بماءِ الندَى من آخِر اللّيلِ غابقُ
نَأَوْاthey went far away وعَسىand may تدنُوdraw near بهمْwith them نِيّةٌa chosen course عَسىmay it be
نَأَوْا وعَسى تدنُو بهمْ نِيّةٌ عَسى
with dew-water from the night's last hours by an evening drinker.
With the dew's water from late night, most dense
They have gone far—may their chosen course bring them near, may it!—
They left, and perhaps kind intentions will bring them close
بشمسٍwith a sun تردّتrobed herself فيat الظّهيرةِnoon حِنْدِساpitch-darkness
بشمسٍ تردّت في الظّهيرةِ حِنْدِسا
كَأَنّas though بِفيهاin her mouth الروضَthe garden ليلاًby night تنفّساhad breathed
كَأَنّ بِفيها الروضَ ليلاً تنفّسا
with a sun that robed herself in pitch-darkness at noon,
Like a sun that lingered in the afternoon shadows
as though a garden had breathed by night within her mouth.
As if the meadow breathed in the night air
وماand not ذُقْتهُI tasted it إلاّexcept بعينيwith my eye تفرَّساby intent gazing
وما ذُقْتهُ إلاّ بعيني تفرَّسا
كَماas شيمَwas watched منfrom أعْلَىthe top of السّحابِةthe cloud بارِقُa lightning-flash
كَما شيمَ من أعْلَى السّحابِة بارِقُ
And I tasted it only with my eye, gazing intently,
I have not tasted it except with my eyes keeping watch
as a lightning-flash from a cloud's summit is watched.
Like lightning flashing from the highest clouds
Sol 6.1