سِرُّthe secret of الهَوىlove فيin مُهْجَتيmy heart انْدَلَعاflared up
سِرُّ الهَوى في مُهْجَتي انْدَلَعا
وإليْهِand toward it كُلّيall of me مُدْنفًاlovesick هُرِعاrushed
وإليْهِ كُلّي مُدْنفًا هُرِعا
The secret of love flared within my heart.
The secret of passion blazed in my infatuation,
And all of me, lovesick, rushed toward it.
And I rushed headlong towards it all together.
وكثيرُand much of عَقْليmy reason فرَّfled مُضْطَرِبًاdistraught
وكثيرُ عَقْلي فرَّ مُضْطَرِبًا
والقلبُand the heart طَوْعًاwillingly لِلهَوىto love خَضَعاyielded
والقلبُ طَوْعًا لِلهَوى خَضَعا
And much of my reason fled, distraught.
My abundant reason fled perturbed,
And the heart willingly yielded to love.
While my heart willingly submitted to passion.
النَّبضُthe pulse فيwithin أطْنابِهِits tent-ropes خَبَبٌa brisk trot
النَّبضُ في أطْنابِهِ خَبَبٌ
الخَفْقُthe heartbeat فيin مِحْرابهِits prayer niche خَشَعاbowed in reverence
الخَفْقُ في مِحْرابهِ خَشَعا
The pulse trots within its tent-ropes.
My pulse beats frantically in its vessels,
The heartbeat bowed in reverence in its prayer niche.
My throbbing fervently worshipped.
أوْدَعْتُهُI entrusted it الأصْدافَthe seashells تَحْضُنُهُcradle it
أوْدَعْتُهُ الأصْدافَ تَحْضُنُهُ
صَبًّاlove-stricken طَفِقْتُI began أُوَشْوِشُI whisper to الوَدَعاthe cowrie shells
صَبًّا طَفِقْتُ أُوَشْوِشُ الوَدَعا
I entrusted it to the seashells, which cradle it.
I entrusted it to the ribs to cradle it
Love-stricken, I began whispering to the cowrie shells.
Like a child I started to lull it to sleep.
أخْفيْتُI hid فيwithin الوجْدانthe inner self لُجَّتَهُits deep waters
أخْفيْتُ في الوجْدان لُجَّتَهُ
لكِنّهُbut it يقظٌwakeful وماand has not هَجَعاslept
لكِنّهُ يقظٌ وما هَجَعا
I hid its deep waters within my inner being.
I concealed its embers in my innermost being,
But it is wakeful and has not slept.
But it remained awake and did not sleep.
مُتَبَتِّلًاin ascetic devotion واريْتُI concealed وَقْدَتَهُits blaze
مُتَبَتِّلًا واريْتُ وَقْدَتَهُ
قِدّيسُهُits saint مُتوهّجًاaglow سَطَعاshone forth
قِدّيسُهُ مُتوهّجًا سَطَعا
In ascetic devotion, I concealed its blaze.
Scorching me, I exposed its fire,
Its saint, aglow, shone forth.
Its saint radiating incandescence beamed.
عِشْقيmy passion تَباريحٌtorments تُراوِدُنيwoo me
عِشْقي تَباريحٌ تُراوِدُني
مَوّالُهاits plaintive song فيin روحيَmy soul انْصَدعاcracked
مَوّالُها في روحيَ انْصَدعا
My passion is anguish that woos me.
My love is insomnia that keeps me awake,
Its plaintive song cracked within my soul.
Its intimate in my soul burst open.
عِشقٌa passion يدندنهُhums it الهوىlove طَـرِبًاin rapture
عِشقٌ يدندنهُ الهوى طَـرِبًا
إيقاعهُits rhythm فيin القَلْبِthe heart قدhas قَرَعاdrummed
إيقاعهُ في القَلْبِ قد قَرَعا
A passion that love hums in rapture.
A love that desire sings feverishly,
Its rhythm has drummed within the heart.
Its rhythm in the heart knocked and pounded.
شَوْقيmy longing كَمَوْجِlike the waves of اليَمّthe sea وَثْبَتُهُits leap
شَوْقي كَمَوْجِ اليَمّ وَثْبَتُهُ
طوفانُهُits flood قَدْhas مادَheaved وانْدَفَعاand surged forth
طوفانُهُ قَدْ مادَ وانْدَفَعا
My longing's leap is like the waves of the sea.
My longing is like the surge of the sea, its leaping,
Its flood has heaved and surged forth.
Its flood tide ebbed and flowed.
شَوْقٌa longing هتونُceaseless rain from المزنِthe rain clouds مُنْهَمِرٌpouring down
شَوْقٌ هتونُ المزنِ مُنْهَمِرٌ
تَرْنيمةٌa hymn تَسْتوْطِنُmakes its home in السَّمَعاhearing
تَرْنيمةٌ تَسْتوْطِنُ السَّمَعا
A longing, the clouds' ceaseless rain, pours down.
A languishing longing cascading,
A hymn that makes its home in hearing.
A melody inhabiting the hearing.
غَزَليmy love verse أناI myself تَسْموis lofty سَجيَّتُهُits nature
غَزَلي أنا تَسْمو سَجيَّتُهُ
مِنْfrom ثديِthe breast of طُهْرِthe purity of العِفَّةِchastity ارْتَضَعاsuckled
مِنْ ثديِ طُهْرِ العِفَّةِ ارْتَضَعا
My own love verse is lofty in nature.
My poetry‚ its nature is lofty,
It suckled from the breast of chastity's purity.
Suckled on the breast of the purity of chastity.
غَزَلٌlove verse بأوْرِدةِthrough the veins of الكلامspeech سَرىflowed
غَزَلٌ بأوْرِدةِ الكلام سَرى
فيin رَوْضِthe meadow of طُهْرِالحُسْنِbeauty's purity قَدْhas رَتَعاgrazed
في رَوْضِ طُهْرِالحُسْنِ قَدْ رَتَعا
Love verse flowed through the veins of speech.
Poetry that roamed in the meadow
It has grazed in the meadow of beauty's purity.
Of the beauty of purity‚ there it grazed.
وهَديلُand the cooing of أغْنِيتيmy song تَلاrecited سَهَريmy sleeplessness
وهَديلُ أغْنِيتي تَلا سَهَري
ورويُّand the rhyme-letter of شِعْريmy verse فيin الهَوىlove وَلَعَاgrew ardent
ورويُّ شِعْري في الهَوى وَلَعَا
And my song's cooing recited my sleepless nights.
The musings of my song lingered through my vigil,
And my verse's rhyme-letter grew ardent in love.
And the wellspring of my poetry in passion blazed.
القدُّthe figure يوقدkindles جَمْرَthe embers of أخْيِلَتيmy imaginings
القدُّ يوقد جَمْرَ أخْيِلَتي
والشَّعْرُand the hair لَيلٌa night فاضَoverflowed واتّسَعاand spread wide
والشَّعْرُ لَيلٌ فاضَ واتّسَعا
The figure kindles the embers of my imaginings.
Passion kindles the embers of my imagination,
And the hair is a night that overflowed and spread wide.
And poetry overflows copiously at night.
العينُthe eye مِنfrom أسْطورةٍa myth سَلَفَتbygone
العينُ مِن أسْطورةٍ سَلَفَت
والرِّمشُand the eyelash مَمْشوقًاslender قَدhas ارْتَفَعاrisen high
والرِّمشُ مَمْشوقًا قَد ارْتَفَعا
The eye comes from a bygone myth.
The eye flows from a fabled past,
And the slender eyelash has risen high.
And the eyelash elevated and rose up.
الخَدُّthe cheek للْبَلّورِto crystal مُنْتسِبٌakin
الخَدُّ للْبَلّورِ مُنْتسِبٌ
والوَجْهُand the face صُبْحٌa dawn فيin الدَّجىthe darkness طَلَعاrose
والوَجْهُ صُبْحٌ في الدَّجى طَلَعا
The cheek is akin to crystal.
The cheek associated with crystal,
And the face is a dawn that rose in the darkness.
The face dawn rising in the darkness.
فَتَرَفّقيso be gentle بالقَلْبِwith the heart مُتعِبَتيyou who weary me
فَتَرَفّقي بالقَلْبِ مُتعِبَتي
حَكَمruled الهَوَىlove والقَلْبُand the heart ماhas not ارْتَدَعــاbeen deterred
حَكَم الهَوَى والقَلْبُ ما ارْتَدَعــا
So be gentle with the heart, you who weary me.
So be gentle with my troubled heart,
Love has ruled, and the heart has not been deterred.
Passion decreed and the heart did not resist.
Sol 6.1