أَشاقَتكَhave they stirred your longing? أَطلالُruins الدِيارِthe dwellings كَأَنَّماas though
أَشاقَتكَ أَطلالُ الدِيارِ كَأَنَّما
مَعارِفُهاtheir familiar traces بِالأَبرَقَينِat al-Abraqayn بُرودُstriped cloaks
مَعارِفُها بِالأَبرَقَينِ بُرودُ
Have the ruins of the dwellings stirred your longing, as though
The ruins of the abode have pined for you as though
their familiar traces at al-Abraqayn were striped cloaks?
Its friends with the two brilliances were ice
أَلاAh! قاتَلَmay smite اللَهُGod الهَوىpassion ماhow أَشَدَّهُfierce it is
أَلا قاتَلَ اللَهُ الهَوى ما أَشَدَّهُ
وَأَصرَعَهُand how overpowering it is لِلمَرءِto a man وَهوَwhile he is جَليدُstouthearted
وَأَصرَعَهُ لِلمَرءِ وَهوَ جَليدُ
Ah, may God smite passion—how fierce it is,
Alas! May God destroy love - how intense it is!
and how readily it fells a man, though he is stouthearted!
And it fells a man while he is frozen
فَقُلso say لِلهَوىto passion لاlet not يَألُوَنِّيَspare me جَهدُهits effort
فَقُل لِلهَوى لا يَألُوَنِّيَ جَهدُه
فَلَيسَfor there is not عَلىbeyond ماwhat قَدalready وَجَدتُI have endured مُزيدُanything more
فَلَيسَ عَلى ما قَد وَجَدتُ مُزيدُ
So tell passion to spare no effort against me,
So say to love, "Its toil does not tire me,
for nothing can exceed what I have already endured.
For there is no increase to what I have found"
دَعانيcalled me الهَوىpassion مِنfrom نَحوِهاher direction فَأَجَبتُهُso I answered it
دَعاني الهَوى مِن نَحوِها فَأَجَبتُهُ
فَأَصبَحَso it began بيwith me يَستَنُّgallops حَيثُwherever يُريدُit wishes
فَأَصبَحَ بي يَستَنُّ حَيثُ يُريدُ
Passion called me from her direction, and I answered it;
Love called me from her direction, so I answered
so it began to gallop with me wherever it wished.
Thus in the morning it escorts me wherever it wills
سَقىmay water اللَهُGod عَيشاًa life قَدalready مَضىpassed وَحَلاوَةًand sweetness
سَقى اللَهُ عَيشاً قَد مَضى وَحَلاوَةً
لَوَif only أَنَّthat المُنىwishes يُرجِعنَهُthey bring it back فَيَعودُso it returns
لَوَ أَنَّ المُنى يُرجِعنَهُ فَيَعودُ
May God water a life gone by, and sweetness—
May God water a life now passed and sweetness -
if only wishes could bring it back, so it might return!
If only the goal would bring it back to return
إِذاwhen الحَولُthe year ثُمَّthen الحَولُthe year تَمضيpass شُهورُهُits months
إِذا الحَولُ ثُمَّ الحَولُ تَمضي شُهورُهُ
عَلَيناover us وَلَمand not يَعلَمbe known لَهُنَّfor them عَديدُa count
عَلَينا وَلَم يَعلَم لَهُنَّ عَديدُ
when year followed year and their months passed
When the year, then the next year pass by its months
over us, and no count of them was known.
Upon us, and we do not know their number
Sol 6.1