ليI have أملa hope لاnot أزالI cease أثمرهI make it bear fruit
لي أمل لا أزال أثمره
أخفيهI hide it وحديalone ومعكand with you أظهرهI reveal it
أخفيه وحدي ومعك أظهره
I have a hope I keep bringing to fruition.
I have a hope that I still nurture
I hide it when alone, and with you I reveal it.
I keep it hidden, alone with you I bare it
أبقيهI keep it حتىuntil يجئcomes موسمهits season
أبقيه حتى يجئ موسمه
وأنتand you إنif شئتyou wish لاnot تؤخرهyou delay it
وأنت إن شئت لا تؤخره
I keep it until its season comes,
I maintain it until its season comes
And you, if you wish, will not delay it.
And you, if you wish, do not delay it
مالكwhat ails you? أدنوI draw near وأنتand you تبعدنيyou drive me away
مالك أدنو وأنت تبعدني
عرفتyou recognized حبيmy love أصرتhave you begun? تنكرهyou deny it
عرفت حبي أصرت تنكره
What ails you? I draw near, yet you drive me away.
Why do you draw near when you distance me
You recognized my love—have you begun to deny it?
You knew my love yet persisted to deny it
ياO فتنةtemptation الراهبthe monk المبتلthe secluded هلquestion marker
يا فتنة الراهب المبتل هل
يقدرis able مثليone like me ماwhat ليسis not يقدرهhe can do it
يقدر مثلي ما ليس يقدره
O temptation of the secluded monk, can
O temptation of the troubled monk, can
One like me do what he cannot?
One like me do what he cannot?
أهيمI am love-maddened وجداًwith ardent longing وأنتand you تزجرنيyou rebuke me
أهيم وجداً وأنت تزجرني
أكلevery ...? صبa lovesick soul يهواكloves you تزجرهyou rebuke him
أكل صب يهواك تزجره
I am mad with longing, while you rebuke me.
I rave passionately while you chide me
Do you rebuke every lovesick soul who loves you?
I eat my heart which adores you, yet you scold it
إنيindeed I am أمرؤa man شاعرa poet أجنI go mad بماby what
إني أمرؤ شاعر أجن بما
يحسنis beautiful فيin ناظريmy eyes منظرهits appearance
يحسن في ناظري منظره
Indeed, I am a man, a poet, maddened by whatever
I am a poet who composes with what
Looks beautiful to my eyes.
Appears fairest in my vision
الحسنbeauty يمليdictates الهوىlove فأنظمهso I put it into verse
الحسن يملي الهوى فأنظمه
والدلand coyness يمليdictates الأسىsorrow فأنثرهso I put it into prose
والدل يملي الأسى فأنثره
Beauty dictates love, so I put it into verse,
Beauty dictates passion so I compose it
And coyness dictates sorrow, so I put it into prose.
Heartache dictates sorrow so I scatter it
وأنتand you روضa garden الشبابyouth إنif نضبتhave run dry
وأنت روض الشباب إن نضبت
عيونهits springs بالدموعwith tears أمطرهI shower it
عيونه بالدموع أمطره
And you are the garden of youth; if they run dry—
And you, garden of youth, if its eyes
Its springs—I shower it with tears.
Are drained with tears I will rain upon it
للحسنfor beauty عنديin my esteem مكانةa standing شرفتhas become exalted
للحسن عندي مكانة شرفت
لكننيbut I لاnot أزالI cease أحذرهI am wary of it
لكنني لا أزال أحذره
Beauty holds an exalted place in my esteem,
For beauty I have a noble stance
Yet I remain ever wary of it.
Yet still I remain wary of it
Sol 6.1