جَرىflowed واكِفُthe dripping tears العَينَينِof both eyes بِالديمَةِin steady rain السَكبِpouring
جَرى واكِفُ العَينَينِ بِالديمَةِ السَكبِ
وَراجَعَنيand returned to me مِنthrough ذِكرِremembrance of ماwhat قَدalready مَضىhad passed حُبّيmy love
وَراجَعَني مِن ذِكرِ ما قَد مَضى حُبّي
The tears of both eyes flowed in a steady, pouring rain.
With tears flowing, my eyes were occupied with grief
And my love returned to me through remembrance of what had passed.
And memories of past love returned to haunt me
وَأَبدىand revealed الهَوىpassion ماwhat كُنتُI used to أُخفيhide مِنَfrom العِدىthe enemies
وَأَبدى الهَوى ما كُنتُ أُخفي مِنَ العِدى
وَحَنَّand yearned لِتَذكارِat the remembrance of الصِباyouth مَرَّةًonce قَلبيmy heart
وَحَنَّ لِتَذكارِ الصِبا مَرَّةً قَلبي
And passion revealed what I used to hide from enemies.
Passion revealed what malice I used to hide
And once my heart yearned at the recollection of youth.
And my heart wavered, recalling the days of youth
مَتىwhenever يُرسَلُis released المُشفىthe one near death إِنِif الناسُthe people تَحَلَّواarrayed themselves
مَتى يُرسَلُ المُشفى إِنِ الناسُ تَحَلَّوا
عُيوناًwatchful eyes لِأَكنافِaround the outskirts of المَدينَةِMedina فَالهَضبِand then the rocky hills
عُيوناً لِأَكنافِ المَدينَةِ فَالهَضبِ
Whenever the man near death is released, if people have arrayed themselves
When will the healer be sent? For people have become
as watchful eyes around Medina's outskirts and then the rocky hills,
Eyes for the outskirts of the city and the hills
أَمُتI die كَمَداًof grief أَوor أَضنُwaste away حَتّىuntil يُغيثَنيhe comes to my aid
أَمُت كَمَداً أَو أَضنُ حَتّى يُغيثَني
مُغيثٌa rescuer بِسَيبٍwith a gift مِنfrom نَداهُنَّtheir bounty أَوor قُربِnearness
مُغيثٌ بِسَيبٍ مِن نَداهُنَّ أَو قُربِ
I die of grief or waste away until there comes to my aid
I will die thirsty or lean until
a rescuer with a gift from their bounty or with nearness.
A helper quenches me with news or nearness of them
حَناleaned الحائِمُthe circling one الصاديthe thirsty إِلَيهاtoward her وَخُلِّيَتand were set loose
حَنا الحائِمُ الصادي إِلَيها وَخُلِّيَت
قُلوبٌhearts فَماyet not يَقدِرنَthey can مِنهاfrom her عَلىto شُربِdrink
قُلوبٌ فَما يَقدِرنَ مِنها عَلى شُربِ
The circling, thirsty one leaned toward her, and set loose
I pine, like a camel moaning for them, but
were hearts, yet they cannot drink from her.
Hearts cannot attain what they crave to drink
جَعَلنَthey made الهَوىlove داءًa sickness عَلَيناfor us وَمالُناand we have no
جَعَلنَ الهَوى داءً عَلَينا وَمالُنا
إِلَيهُنَّtoward them إِذwhen أَورَدنَناthey led us into الداءَthe sickness مِنany ذَنبِfault
إِلَيهُنَّ إِذ أَورَدنَنا الداءَ مِن ذَنبِ
They made love a sickness for us, though we had
Passion has become an ailment plaguing us
no fault against them when they led us into sickness.
As they made us ill through no fault or sin
جَرىflowed فَوقَهاover her زَهوُthe splendor الشَبابِof youth وَباشَرَتand she experienced
جَرى فَوقَها زَهوُ الشَبابِ وَباشَرَت
نَعيمَthe delights اللَياليof the nights وَالرَخاءُand ease مِنَfrom الخَصبِplenty
نَعيمَ اللَيالي وَالرَخاءُ مِنَ الخَصبِ
Youth's splendor flowed over her, and she experienced
The glory of youth flowed over them as they enjoyed
the delights of nights and the ease of plenty.
The bliss of nights and prosperity from fertility
نَواعِمُdelicate women لاnot يَرغَبنَthey desire فيin وَصلِunion with بَلدَمٍa clumsy fellow
نَواعِمُ لا يَرغَبنَ في وَصلِ بَلدَمٍ
هِدانٍa sluggish fool وَلاand not يَزهَدنَthey disdain فيin الطَرَفِthe charming man العَذبِsweet-natured
هِدانٍ وَلا يَزهَدنَ في الطَرَفِ العَذبِ
Delicate women, who desire no union with a clumsy fellow,
Beauties who do not yearn for the embrace of an admirer
a sluggish fool, nor disdain a charming, sweet-natured man.
Or disdain the sweet glance of a gentle gazelle
Sol 6.1