بروحيَwith my soul as ransom هيفاءslender-waisted المعاطفِthe body’s contours حلوةsweet
بروحيَ هيفاء المعاطفِ حلوة
تكادshe almost بألحاظwith the glances of المحِّبينthe lovers تشربis drunk in
تكاد بألحاظ المحِّبين تشرب
My soul be ransom for a sweet beauty, slender of form,
With a gentle cloak my soul is clad
Almost drunk in by lovers’ glances.
That with lovers' glances drinks deep draughts
لقدindeed عذُبتhave become sweet ألفاظهاher words وصفاتهاand her qualities
لقد عذُبت ألفاظها وصفاتها
علىdespite أنَّthe fact that قلبيmy heart فيin هواهاlove for her معذَّبtormented
على أنَّ قلبي في هواها معذَّب
Her words and qualities are indeed sweet,
Though her words and ways torment me
Yet my heart is tormented in loving her.
My heart with passion for her is racked
تجاسرَdared عودُthe lute of اللَّهوِpleasure يُشبهto resemble صوتَهاher voice
تجاسرَ عودُ اللَّهوِ يُشبه صوتَها
فمنso for أجلthe sake of هذاthis اصبحbecame العودthe lute يضربis beaten (played)
فمن أجل هذا اصبح العود يضرب
The lute of pleasure dared to resemble her voice,
The lute dared mimic her voice's tone
So for this reason the lute is now beaten.
So for this cause was beaten and cracked
وأجرتand she made flow دموعthe tears of العاشقينthe lovers بلعبهاwith her playing
وأجرت دموع العاشقين بلعبها
فقالso said الأسىsorrow دَعهاlet her تخوضwade وتلعبand play
فقال الأسى دَعها تخوض وتلعب
And with her playing she made lovers’ tears flow,
With lovers' tears she plays at pleasure
So sorrow said, “Let her wade and play.”
Though Sorrow cries "Let be! Do not toy!"
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