هفَّyearned لبرقٍfor lightning بِالحمىin the sanctuary قَدhad هَفاflickered
هفَّ لبرقٍ بِالحمى قَد هَفا
وَماand not اِختَفَتwere concealed أَسرارُهُhis secrets مُذsince خَفىhe vanished
وَما اِختَفَت أَسرارُهُ مُذ خَفى
He yearned for lightning that had flickered in the sanctuary.
The lightning flashed with feverish heat
And his secrets have not been concealed since he vanished.
Its secrets since hidden knew no defeat
غَيرانُjealous حَتّىeven مِنof نَسيمِthe breeze الصَباthe east wind
غَيرانُ حَتّى مِن نَسيمِ الصَبا
سَكرانُdrunk لَكنbut مِنfrom لمىthe duskiness of lips أَهيَفاa slender-waisted one
سَكرانُ لَكن مِن لمى أَهيَفا
Jealous even of the east wind's breeze,
Intoxicated though not with wine
drunk, but on the dusky lips of a slender-waisted one.
But with pure honey he sipped so fine
كَالشَمسِlike the sun لَكنbut إِنَّماonly وَجهُهُhis face
كَالشَمسِ لَكن إِنَّما وَجهُهُ
لفَرطِbecause of the abundance of حُسنٍbeauty فيهِin it لَنwill not يَكسِفاbe eclipsed
لفَرطِ حُسنٍ فيهِ لَن يَكسِفا
Like the sun, except that his face,
His face shone bright like the sun
for its surpassing beauty, will never be eclipsed.
Too beautiful for eyes to shun
عَربدَran riot مِنهُfrom him طَرفُهhis gaze وَهوَwhile he لاdoes not
عَربدَ مِنهُ طَرفُه وَهوَ لا
يَشربُdrink حاشىfar be it from دينهhis faith قرقفاwine
يَشربُ حاشى دينه قرقفا
His gaze ran riot, though he does not
His lids were drunk but his drink
drink wine—far be such a thing from his faith!
Was nothing but faith without sin's ink
لَكنَّbut رَيّاthe fragrance ريقِهِhis saliva قَدhas سَرَتspread
لَكنَّ رَيّا ريقِهِ قَد سَرَت
مِنهُfrom him لطَرفٍto a gaze قَدhas حَكىresembled مُرهَفاa sharpened sword
مِنهُ لطَرفٍ قَد حَكى مُرهَفا
But the fragrance of his saliva has spread
The graceful turn of his neck let down
from him to a gaze like a sharpened sword.
A strand on his eye a loop like a crown
سَقُمتُI sickened مِنfrom سُقمٍsickness بِأَجفانِهِin his eyelids
سَقُمتُ مِن سُقمٍ بِأَجفانِهِ
مازالَkeeps يَعديinfecting مدنفٌan ailing person مدنفاan ailing person
مازالَ يَعدي مدنفٌ مدنفا
I sickened from the sickness in his eyelids;
Lovesick I grew from his eyelids’ strike
one ailing soul keeps infecting another.
As he glanced again and again alike
أَسمرُa dusky one قَدhas هَزَّbrandished لَناfor us أَسمَراًa dusky spear
أَسمرُ قَد هَزَّ لَنا أَسمَراً
بِنارِwith the fire of خَدٍّa cheek مِنهُof his قَدhas ثقّفاstraightened
بِنارِ خَدٍّ مِنهُ قَد ثقّفا
A dusky one has brandished a dusky spear for us,
Dark yet he shook a darker hue
which he has straightened with the fire of his cheek.
With cheek aflame lit up anew
أَثمرَbore fruit أَعلاهُits top هِلالاًa crescent moon وَقَدand indeed
أَثمرَ أَعلاهُ هِلالاً وَقَد
كادَalmost لثِقلِfrom the weight of الرِدفِthe buttocks أَنto يقصَفاsnap
كادَ لثِقلِ الرِدفِ أَن يقصَفا
Its top has borne a crescent moon as fruit, and
Fruit topped his stature crescent curled
it has almost snapped beneath the weight of his buttocks.
Almost snapped by the hips that twirled