أينwhere قلبيmy heart وأينand where آثارُtraces of قلبيmy heart
أين قلبي وأين آثارُ قلبي
منof خفوقٍfluttering يعتادهُthat visits it ووجيبِand pounding
من خفوقٍ يعتادهُ ووجيبِ
Where is my heart, and where are the traces of my heart
Where is my heart and where are the traces of my heart
Of fluttering that visits it, and pounding?
Of throbs it was accustomed to and pulses
هانbecame bearable خطبُthe affliction of الجوىlove's anguish عليهto it فهانتso became bearable
هان خطبُ الجوى عليه فهانت
فاجعاتthe tragedies of الخطوبcalamities بعدafter الخطوبcalamities
فاجعات الخطوب بعد الخطوب
The affliction of love's anguish became bearable to it, and so did
The affairs of the worldly life became insignificant to it so they diminished
The tragedies of calamity after calamity.
The calamities of sufferings after sufferings
لمnot أعدI remain شاكياًcomplaining فماتso died أنينيmy moaning
لم أعد شاكياً فمات أنيني
لمnot أعدI remain باكياًweeping فماتso died نحيبيmy sobbing
لم أعد باكياً فمات نحيبي
I ceased to complain, and my moaning died.
I no longer complain so my moaning died
I ceased to weep, and my sobbing died.
I no longer cry so my weeping died
كيفhow أحياI live إذنthen ألاbehold إنindeed عيشىmy life
كيف أحيا إذن ألا إن عيشى
فيin زمانthe time of السلوforgetting عيشthe life of الغريبa stranger
في زمان السلو عيش الغريب
How, then, can I live? Surely my life
How can I live then! No, my living
In a time of forgetting is a stranger's life.
In the time of nightfall, is the living of a stranger
حبّناour love ماتdied فليبلغso let him convey عذوليmy censurer
حبّنا مات فليبلغ عذولي
موتthe death of هذاthis الهوىlove لعينto the eye of الرقيبthe watcher
موت هذا الهوى لعين الرقيب
Our love is dead; let my censurer convey
Our love died so let my longing reach the chaste one
The death of this love to the watcher's eye.
The death of this passion to the eye of the watcher
حبّناour love ماتdied فابكso weep أنتyou عليهfor it
حبّنا مات فابك أنت عليه
فهلاكfor the death of الهوىlove هلاكthe death of الحبيبthe beloved
فهلاك الهوى هلاك الحبيب
Our love is dead; you, then, weep for it.
Our love died so you cry over it
For love's death is the beloved's death.
The perishing of passion is the perishing of the lover
ياO غريميmy adversary وكنتand you were قبلاًonce نديميmy drinking companion
يا غريمي وكنت قبلاً نديمي
ياO خصيميmy opponent وكنتand you were قبلاonce صديقيmy friend
يا خصيمي وكنت قبلا صديقي
O my adversary, you were once my drinking companion.
O my intimate who used to be my boon companion
O my opponent, you were once my friend.
O my adversary who used to be my friend
كيفhow دارتturned بكwith you اللياليthe nights فتمسىso you become
كيف دارت بك الليالي فتمسى
بعدafter نورthe light of الوفاءfidelity نارthe fire of العقوقingratitude
بعد نور الوفاء نار العقوق
How have the nights turned you, so that you become
How did the nights turn you to become
After fidelity's light, the fire of ingratitude?
After the light of loyalty, the fire of betrayal
حبناour love ماتdied لاdo not تكذّبcall a liar حبيباًa lover
حبنا مات لا تكذّب حبيباً
يصطلىburns وحدهby himself بنارin the fire of الحريقthe blaze
يصطلى وحده بنار الحريق
Our love is dead; do not call a lover a liar,
Our love died, do not belie a lover
Who burns alone in the blazing fire.
Who warms himself alone with the fire of blaze
شفّنىhas wasted me منfrom هواكlove for you وجدٌa longing ضلولٌgone astray
شفّنى من هواك وجدٌ ضلولٌ
عاثرstumbling الخطوin its steps فيin سواءthe middle of الطريقthe road
عاثر الخطو في سواء الطريق
A wayward longing, born of love for you, has wasted me,
Heal me from your love, a confused, staggering love
Its steps faltering in the middle of the road.
Stumbling steps on the road
قدindeed سلوناwe have forgotten معاًtogether فماتتso died شجونٌsorrows
قد سلونا معاً فماتت شجونٌ
منكfrom you كانتhad been رفيقةًcompanions لشجونيto my sorrows
منك كانت رفيقةً لشجوني
We have both forgotten, and sorrows died—
We were intimate together so yearnings died
Yours, which had been companions to my sorrows.
That were from you, they were companions to my yearnings
هلwhether سلوناwe have forgotten معاtogether فماthen what بالis the matter with روحيmy soul
هل سلونا معا فما بال روحي
حائرbewildered الروحin spirit فيin شعابthe ravines of الحنينlonging
حائر الروح في شعاب الحنين
Have we both forgotten? Then why is my soul
Did we keep company together yet why is my soul
Bewildered in spirit in the ravines of longing?
Confused soul in the valleys of longing
حبّناour love ماتdied فابكso weep أنتyou عليهfor it
حبّنا مات فابك أنت عليه
ياO صريعone laid low by الفتونenchantment بعدafter الفتونenchantment
يا صريع الفتون بعد الفتون
Our love is dead; you, then, weep for it.
Our love died so you cry over it
O you laid low by enchantment after enchantment!
O slain by beauties after beauties
لمdid not تدعleave غضبتيmy anger عليكat you رجاءhope
لم تدع غضبتي عليك رجاء
فيin بكاءٍweeping أوor زفرةa sigh أوor أنينa moan
في بكاءٍ أو زفرة أو أنين
My anger at you left no hope
My anger at you left no hope
In weeping, or a sigh, or a moan.
In crying or sigh or moan
ياO جمالbeauty of الجمالbeauty أينwhere جحيميmy hell
يا جمال الجمال أين جحيمي
وهواكand love for you الهوىlove itself وأينand where نعيميmy bliss
وهواك الهوى وأين نعيمي
O beauty of beauty, where is my hell?
O beauty of beauties where is my hell
And love for you is love itself; and where is my bliss?
And your love, the passion, and where is my heaven
محنتيmy ordeal فيكover you أفقدتنيhas robbed me of شعوريmy awareness
محنتي فيك أفقدتني شعوري
بعذابيof my torment وفرحتيand my joy وهموميand my cares
بعذابي وفرحتي وهمومي
My ordeal over you has robbed me of awareness
My torment in you made me lose my senses
Of my torment, my joy, and my cares.
Of my agony, joy and worries
كانwas أمرthe course of الهوىlove غيوماًclouds وصحواًand clear skies
كان أمر الهوى غيوماً وصحواً
أينwhere صحوىmy clear skies وأينand where أينwhere غيوميmy clouds
أين صحوى وأين أين غيومي
Love's course was clouds and clear skies;
The matter of passion was clouds and sobriety
Where are my clear skies, and where, where are my clouds?
Where is my sobriety and where, where are my clouds
عشتI lived حتىuntil فقدتُI lost شهوةthe desire of روحيmy soul
عشت حتى فقدتُ شهوة روحي
وفؤاديand my heart إلىfor النعيمbliss المقيمeverlasting
وفؤادي إلى النعيم المقيم
I lived until I lost the longing of my soul
I lived until I lost the appetite of my soul
And of my heart for everlasting bliss.
And my heart for the lasting bliss
شابturned gray رأسىmy head علىto الشبابyouth سلامٌfarewell
شاب رأسى على الشباب سلامٌ
وعلىand to الغادرينthe treacherous ألفa thousand سلامfarewells
وعلى الغادرين ألف سلام
My head has turned gray; farewell to youth,
My youth bid farewell while still young
And a thousand farewells to the treacherous.
And to the betrayers a thousand farewells
شابturned gray رأسيmy head هلwhether شابturned gray فيin الحبlove رأسيmy head
شاب رأسي هل شاب في الحب رأسي
وإلىand to اليومthis day لمhave not تشبturned gray أحلاميmy dreams
وإلى اليوم لم تشب أحلامي
My head has turned gray—has my head turned gray in love?
My youth, did my youth bid farewell in love
Yet to this day my dreams have not turned gray.
And to this day my dreams have not matured
ياO جمالbeauty of الجمالbeauty أمرىmy ways أمرىmy ways
يا جمال الجمال أمرى أمرى
فيin صياليmy onslaught وصبوتيand my youthful passion وهياميand my rapture
في صيالي وصبوتي وهيامي
O beauty of beauty, my ways are still my ways,
O beauty of beauties, my matter, my matter
In my onslaught, my youthful passion, and my rapture.
In my infatuation, fervor and fantasies
أناI ماnot شبتI grew old إنماonly شابturned gray شعرٌhair
أنا ما شبت إنما شاب شعرٌ
لفحَتهscorched it شرارةٌa spark منfrom غراميmy passion
لفحَته شرارةٌ من غرامي
I have not grown old; only hair has turned gray,
I did not mature, rather a poetry matured
Scorched by a spark of my passion.
Scorched by an ember from my passion
ياO جمالbeauty of الجمالbeauty للشوقlonging has روحٌa soul
يا جمال الجمال للشوق روحٌ
هائمenamored الروحin spirit بالجمالof beauty النبيلnoble
هائم الروح بالجمال النبيل
O beauty of beauty, longing has a soul,
O beauty of beauties, longing has a soul
Enraptured in spirit by noble beauty.
A soul roaming with the noble beauty
أينwhere دارٌa house حوتheld جمالكyour beauty صرفاًpure
أين دارٌ حوت جمالك صرفاً
كاحتواءlike the containing of التفاحapples روحthe spirit of الشمولwine
كاحتواء التفاح روح الشمول
Where is the house that held your beauty pure,
Where is the house that solely contained your beauty
As apples hold the spirit of wine?
Like containing the apple is containing the essence
أينwhere دارٌa house حوتكheld you قدindeed طالgrew long بحثىmy search
أين دارٌ حوتك قد طال بحثى
عنكfor you فيin كلevery منزلdwelling وقبيلand tribe
عنك في كل منزل وقبيل
Where is the house that held you? My search has grown long
Where is the house that contained you, long has been my search
For you in every dwelling and tribe.
For you in every house and tribe
أينwhere دارa house حوتكheld you ياO وجدlonging of قلبيmy heart
أين دار حوتك يا وجد قلبي
كيفhow اسعىI make my way إليكto you أينwhere سبيليmy path
كيف اسعى إليك أين سبيلي
Where is the house that held you, O my heart's longing?
Where is the house that contained you, O longing of my heart
How can I make my way to you? Where is my path?
How can I seek you, where is my way
ياO جمالbeauty of الجمالbeauty قدindeed أقبلhas come الصلحُpeace
يا جمال الجمال قد أقبل الصلحُ
وقرّتand found rest ممالكٌkingdoms وشعوبُand peoples
وقرّت ممالكٌ وشعوبُ
O beauty of beauty, peace has come,
O beauty of beauties, peace has arrived
And kingdoms and peoples have found rest.
And kingdoms and nations settled
واستبقناand we raced معاًtogether لنعلنso we may declare حرباًa war
واستبقنا معاً لنعلن حرباً
زادهاits provisions العذبُsweet أعينٌeyes وقلوبُand hearts
زادها العذبُ أعينٌ وقلوبُ
And together we raced to declare a war,
And we outstripped together to declare a war
Whose sweet provisions are eyes and hearts.
Increased by the sweet, eyes and hearts
إنif تكنis حربهُمtheir war بلاءaffliction وويلاًand woe
إن تكن حربهُم بلاء وويلاً
وكروباًand sorrows فيin إثرهنtheir wake كروبsorrows
وكروباً في إثرهن كروب
If their war is affliction and woe,
If their war is affliction and woe
And sorrows with more sorrows in their wake,
And anguish thereafter anguish
فصياليthen my onslaught عليكupon you وثبةُthe leap of ليثٍa lion
فصيالي عليك وثبةُ ليثٍ
يشتهىdesires وقعthe impact of هولهاits terror المحبوبthe beloved
يشتهى وقع هولها المحبوب
Then my onslaught upon you is a lion's leap,
My passion for you is the leap of a lion
Whose terrifying impact the beloved desires.
Yearning the impact of its horror on the beloved
ياO جمالbeauty of الجمالbeauty والحسنand beauty رزقٌsustenance
يا جمال الجمال والحسن رزقٌ
هوit خيرthe best of الأرزاقprovisions والثمراتand fruits
هو خير الأرزاق والثمرات
O beauty of beauty, beauty is sustenance,
O beauty of beauties, beauty is sustenance
It is the best of provisions and fruits.
It is the best sustenance and fruits
وحيكyour inspiration الوحيrevelation itself فليكنso let it be منpart of جزائيmy reward
وحيك الوحي فليكن من جزائي
أنthat أناجيI commune with هواكlove for you فيin صلواتيmy prayers
أن أناجي هواك في صلواتي
Your inspiration is revelation itself; let part of my reward be
And your inspiration is the revelation so let my reward be
To commune with love for you in my prayers.
To whisper your love in my prayers
عندكwith you الحسنbeauty والفصاحةand eloquence عنديwith me
عندك الحسن والفصاحة عندي
ياO فصيحeloquent in الألحاظglances والبسماتand smiles
يا فصيح الألحاظ والبسمات
You have beauty, and I have eloquence,
You have beauty and eloquence and I have
O you whose glances and smiles are eloquent!
O eloquent eyes and smiles
لاdo not تقاتلfight هوايmy love بالصدby turning away عنيfrom me
لا تقاتل هواي بالصد عني
إنindeed شوقيmy longing إليكfor you روحُthe soul of حياتيmy life
إن شوقي إليك روحُ حياتي
Do not fight my love by turning away from me;
Do not fight my love by distancing from me
For my longing for you is the soul of my life.
For my longing for you is the soul of my life
Sol 6.1