قالواthey said اصطبرbe patient وَهوَand it is شَيءٌsomething لَستُI am not أَعرفُهُI know it
قالوا اصطبر وَهوَ شَيءٌ لَستُ أَعرفُهُ
مَنone who لَيسَis not يعرفُknows صَبراًpatience كَيفَhow يصطَبرُendures patiently
مَن لَيسَ يعرفُ صَبراً كَيفَ يصطَبرُ
They said, “Be patient”—but that is something I do not know.
They said be patient, yet it's something I don't know
How can one who knows no patience be patient?
How can one be patient when patience they don't know
أوصىadvised الخليّthe carefree one بِأَنthat يَغضيavert his eyes المُلاحِظُthe gazer عَنfrom
أوصى الخليّ بِأَن يَغضي المُلاحِظُ عَن
غُرِّradiant الوُجوهِthe faces فَفيfor in إِهمالِهاneglecting them غررُperil
غُرِّ الوُجوهِ فَفي إِهمالِها غررُ
The carefree one advised the gazer to avert his eyes from
The wise advised to turn a blind eye on
radiant faces, for carelessness with them is perilous.
The frowns of faces, ignoring them wins the show
وَفاتنِand a charmer الحُسنِbeauty قتَّالِa slayer الهَوىpassion نَظرتgazed
وَفاتنِ الحُسنِ قتَّالِ الهَوى نَظرت
عَينيmy eye إِلَيهِat him فَكانَso there was المَوتdeath وَالنَّظرُand the glance
عَيني إِلَيهِ فَكانَ المَوت وَالنَّظرُ
And at one of bewitching beauty, deadly in love, gazed
The beauties of charm, the killers of passion I saw
my eye; death came with the glance.
My eyes looked at them, and then came death and the woe
ثُمَthen اِنتَصَرتَyou triumphed بِعَينيthrough my eye وَهيَand it is قاتِلَتيmy slayer
ثُمَ اِنتَصَرتَ بِعَيني وَهيَ قاتِلَتي
ماذاwhat تُريدُdo you want بِقَتليby killing me حينَwhen تَنتَصِرُyou triumph
ماذا تُريدُ بِقَتلي حينَ تَنتَصِرُ
Then you triumphed through my eye, though it is my slayer.
Yet with my eyes you were victorious, those eyes that slay me
What do you seek by killing me when you triumph?
What do you want with my murder when you're the victor now
ياO شُقَّةَhalf النَّفسthe soul وَاصِلهاunite it بِشُقَّتهاwith its half
يا شُقَّةَ النَّفس وَاصِلها بِشُقَّتها
فَإِنَّماfor only أَنفسُthe souls الأَعداءِof enemies تَهتَجِرُshun one another
فَإِنَّما أَنفسُ الأَعداءِ تَهتَجِرُ
O half of my soul, unite it with its other half,
Oh splitter of souls, keep splitting those souls
for only enemies’ souls shun one another.
For only enemies' souls split up and rue
ظَلَمتَنيyou wronged me ثمthen إِنيindeed I جئتcame مُعتَذِراًapologizing
ظَلَمتَني ثم إِني جئت مُعتَذِراً
يَكفيكَit suffices you أَنِّيَthat I am مَظلومٌwronged وَمُعتذِرُand apologizing
يَكفيكَ أَنِّيَ مَظلومٌ وَمُعتذِرُ
You wronged me; then I came apologizing.
You wronged me, yet I came apologizing still
It is enough for you that I am wronged and apologizing.
It's enough that I'm wronged and apologizing too
Sol 6.1