زهرةٌa flower تَحْمِلُcarries فوقَabove النِّيلِthe Nile زَهْرَةْa flower
زهرةٌ تَحْمِلُ فوقَ النِّيلِ زَهْرَةْ
وشَذًىand a fragrance يَلْثِمُkisses وِجْدانيَmy soul عِطْرَهits perfume
وشَذًى يَلْثِمُ وِجْدانيَ عِطْرَه
A flower carries a flower above the Nile,
A flower floating above the Nile, a flower
And a fragrance—its perfume kisses my soul.
With a fragrance that kisses my soul
زَهْرُهُits blossoms مِنfrom أينَwhere للزَّهرِfor the flowers عُيونٌeyes
زَهْرُهُ مِن أينَ للزَّهرِ عُيونٌ
يرتديwears الزَّهرُthe flowers فساتينًاdresses وخُضْرَةْand greenery
يرتدي الزَّهرُ فساتينًا وخُضْرَةْ
Its blossoms—where do flowers get eyes?
Where are the eyes for this flower?
The flowers wear dresses and greenery.
The flower wears gowns and greenness
زَهرةٌa flower فُلِّيَّةُjasmine-like اللَّونِin color تُناجيwhispers intimately
زَهرةٌ فُلِّيَّةُ اللَّونِ تُناجي
بِحَديثٍwith speech هامسٍhushed، تُذْرَفُis shed عَبْرَةْa tear؟
بِحَديثٍ هامسٍ، تُذْرَفُ عَبْرَةْ؟
A jasmine-white flower whispers
A pink flower whispers
With hushed words—is a tear shed?
With a soft voice, shedding a tear
زَهرةٌa flower كالزَّهرِlike flowers، إلّاexcept أنّهاthat she
زَهرةٌ كالزَّهرِ، إلّا أنّها
سُقِيَتْshe was watered مِنfrom جَنَّةِthe Garden of الفِردَوْسِParadise خَمْرةْwine
سُقِيَتْ مِن جَنَّةِ الفِردَوْسِ خَمْرةْ
A flower like other flowers, except that she
A flower like a flower, except
Was watered with wine from the Garden of Paradise.
She was watered from the garden of Paradise with wine
أيّهاO الزّهرةُflower ناجيwhisper to عاشقًاa lover
أيّها الزّهرةُ ناجي عاشقًا
يَحتسيsips مِنfrom كأسِthe cup of حِرمانِكِdeprivation of you قَهْرَهhis anguish
يَحتسي مِن كأسِ حِرمانِكِ قَهْرَه
O flower, whisper to a lover
O flower, confide in a lover
Who sips his anguish from the cup of being denied you,
Who sips from the cup of your deprivation, its bitterness
يكتسيclothes himself in الشَّوقَlonging ويَقتاتُand feeds on المُنىwishes
يكتسي الشَّوقَ ويَقتاتُ المُنى
يشتهيlongs for مِنfrom وَقتِكِyour time الغاليprecious سَهْرةْan evening spent awake
يشتهي مِن وَقتِكِ الغالي سَهْرةْ
Clothes himself in longing and feeds on wishes,
Dressed in longing and fed wishes
Longs for an evening of your precious time.
Desiring from your precious time a night vigil
هلdo أُناجيI whisper to فيكِwithin you ياO زَهرةُflower قَلبًاa heart
هل أُناجي فيكِ يا زَهرةُ قَلبًا
عاشقًاin love، يَرحمُtakes pity on فيin العاشقِthe lover نَظْرَهhis gaze؟
عاشقًا، يَرحمُ في العاشقِ نَظْرَه؟
Do I whisper to a heart within you, O flower,
Shall I confide in you, o flower, a heart
A loving one that takes pity on the lover's gaze?
A lover, who pities the look of the lover?
أنتِyou مِنfrom أيِّwhich بَساتينِgardens of الهَوىlove؟
أنتِ مِن أيِّ بَساتينِ الهَوى؟
فأجابتso she answered: أناI مِنamong سُكَّانِthe residents of (غَمرةGhamra)
فأجابت: أنا مِن سُكَّانِ (غَمرة)
Which gardens of love are you from?
From which gardens of passion are you?
So she answered, 'I am one of Ghamra's residents.'
She answered: I am from the residents of Gamra
قلتI said: ياO غمرةُGhamra قلبيmy heart كَلِفٌsmitten
قلت: يا غمرةُ قلبي كَلِفٌ
فاغْمِرينيso engulf me واصْنَعيand create فيin القَلبِthe heart عِشْرَةْintimacy
فاغْمِريني واصْنَعي في القَلبِ عِشْرَةْ
I said, 'O Ghamra, my heart is smitten;
I said: O Gamra of my heart, it is tired
So engulf me and create intimacy in my heart.'
So immerse me and make affection in the heart
«وانتَand you عاوزwant إيهwhat وسَّعْmove aside»، ومَضَتْand she went on
«وانتَ عاوز إيه وسَّعْ»، ومَضَتْ
مثلَlike نَجمٍa star فيamong بُنَيَّاتِthe little daughters of المَجَرّةْthe galaxy
مثلَ نَجمٍ في بُنَيَّاتِ المَجَرّةْ
'And what do you want? Move aside!' And she went on,
"What do you want? Go away," she went
Like a star among the galaxy's little daughters.
Like a star in the galaxies
غُصُنٌa bough ماسَswayed، وفيand in بَسْمَتِهاher smile
غُصُنٌ ماسَ، وفي بَسْمَتِها
قُبُلاتٌkisses، ماnot لَهاfor them فيin الحُسْنِbeauty ضُرَّةْa rival (co-wife)
قُبُلاتٌ، ما لَها في الحُسْنِ ضُرَّةْ
A bough swayed, and in her smile
A blooming branch, and in her smile
Are kisses with no rival in beauty.
Kisses that have no fault in beauty
وَرَمَتْand she shot مِنfrom طَرْفِهاher gaze سَهْمَthe arrow of الهوىlove
وَرَمَتْ مِن طَرْفِها سَهْمَ الهوى
ومَضَتْand she went on فيin عُنْفُوانٍfull vigor مُستَمِرَّةْcontinuing onward
ومَضَتْ في عُنْفُوانٍ مُستَمِرَّةْ
And from her gaze she shot the arrow of love,
And she shot from her eyelids the arrow of love
And she continued onward in full vigor.
And went on in continuous youthfulness
تلكَthat woman، والفِتْنَةُand the allure فيin أَعْيُنِهاher eyes
تلكَ، والفِتْنَةُ في أَعْيُنِها
فَجَّراthe two made burst forth فيin هاجِسthe inner stirring of الوِجدانِthe soul شِعْرَهits poetry
فَجَّرا في هاجِس الوِجدانِ شِعْرَه
That woman, and the allure in her eyes,
That one, and the temptation in her eyes
Made the soul's poetry burst forth in its inner stirrings.
Unleashed in the obsessive soul, its poetry