أَوَجهُكَis it your face? أَمor بَدرٌa full moon مُنيرٌradiant تَبَلَّجاshone forth
أَوَجهُكَ أَم بَدرٌ مُنيرٌ تَبَلَّجا
وَنشرُكَand your fragrance أَمor مِسكٌmusk فَتيقٌunsealed تَأَرَّجاdiffused its fragrance
وَنشرُكَ أَم مِسكٌ فَتيقٌ تَأَرَّجا
Is it your face, or a radiant full moon shining forth?
And your fragrance, or unsealed musk spreading its perfume?
وَعِطفكَand your flank أَمor خُوطٌa slender shoot مِنof البانِthe bān tree ناعِمٌsupple
وَعِطفكَ أَم خُوطٌ مِن البانِ ناعِمٌ
وَردفُكَand your buttocks أَمor دِعصٌa sand mound مَهيلٌloosely heaped تَرجرجاquivered
وَردفُكَ أَم دِعصٌ مَهيلٌ تَرجرجا
And your flank, or a supple shoot of the bān tree?
And your buttocks, or a loosely heaped sand mound quivering?
مَحاسِنُcharms لَمnot يُجمعwas gathered لِغَيركَfor anyone but you مِثلُهاtheir like
مَحاسِنُ لَم يُجمع لِغَيركَ مِثلُها
شَباباًyouth وَحُسناًand beauty باهِراًdazzling يسلبsteals الحِجاreason
شَباباً وَحُسناً باهِراً يسلب الحِجا
Charms whose like has never been gathered in anyone but you—
Youth and dazzling beauty that steals away reason.
أَجلتُI roved لِحاظيmy gaze فيamong المِلاحِthe beautiful فَماbut not رَأَتsaw
أَجلتُ لِحاظي في المِلاحِ فَما رَأَت
لِحاظِيmy gaze أَبهىmore splendid مِنكَthan you حُسناًin beauty وَأَبهَجاand more radiant
لِحاظِي أَبهى مِنكَ حُسناً وَأَبهَجا
I let my eyes roam among the beautiful, but never did
My eyes see anyone more splendid in beauty or more radiant than you.
حييٌّbashful إِذاwhen ناطَقتُهُI spoke with him كادَalmost خَدُّهُhis cheek
حييٌّ إِذا ناطَقتُهُ كادَ خَدُّهُ
لِفَرطِfrom an excess of حَياءٍshyness فيهِin him أَنto يَتَضَرَّجاturn crimson
لِفَرطِ حَياءٍ فيهِ أَن يَتَضَرَّجا
He is bashful; when I speak with him, his cheek almost
Flushes crimson from the intense shyness within him.
شَكَوتُI complained إِلَيهِto him ماwhat بِقَلبيin my heart مِنَof الجَوىburning heartache
شَكَوتُ إِلَيهِ ما بِقَلبي مِنَ الجَوى
وَوَجديand my longing فَاستَخذىso he grew abashed حَياءًout of shyness وَلَجلَجاand he stammered
وَوَجدي فَاستَخذى حَياءً وَلَجلَجا
I complained to him of the burning anguish in my heart
And my longing; he grew abashed with shyness and stammered.
رَأَىhe saw شَبَحيmy figure نِضواًwasted وَنُطقيand my speech خافِتاًfaint
رَأَى شَبَحي نِضواً وَنُطقي خافِتاً
وَدَمعيَand my tears هَتّاناًstreaming وَحِسّيand my senses قَدalready سَجاgrew still
وَدَمعيَ هَتّاناً وَحِسّي قَد سَجا
He saw my figure wasted, and my speech faint,
And my tears streaming, and my senses already still.
فَزارَso he visited بِلاwithout وَعدٍa promise دُجىًnight's darkness فَاخالُهُso I suppose he
فَزارَ بِلا وَعدٍ دُجىً فَاخالُهُ
ترصَّدَwatched for مِنfrom حُراسِّهِhis guards غَفلَةًa lapse of attention وَجَاand came
ترصَّدَ مِن حُراسِّهِ غَفلَةً وَجَا
So he visited without a promise, in the night's darkness; I suppose he
Watched for a lapse of attention among his guards, and came.
فَلَمso not أَرَI see مَولىًa master زارَvisited عَبداًa slave كَمِثلِهِlike him
فَلَم أَرَ مَولىً زارَ عَبداً كَمِثلِهِ
وَلَمand not أَرَI see مِثليone like me نالَattained ماwhat كانَwas قَدalready رَجاhoped for
وَلَم أَرَ مِثلي نالَ ما كانَ قَد رَجا
So never have I seen a master like him visit a slave,
Nor have I seen anyone like me attain what he had hoped for.
خَلوتُI was alone بِهِwith him وَالدَهرُand Time قَدalready غَضَّlowered طَرفَهُits gaze
خَلوتُ بِهِ وَالدَهرُ قَد غَضَّ طَرفَهُ
وَقَدand already سَدَّshut بابَthe door of الخَوفِfear مفتتِحُthe opener of الرَجاhope
وَقَد سَدَّ بابَ الخَوفِ مفتتِحُ الرَجا
I was alone with him, while Time had lowered its gaze,
And the one who opened hope had shut the door of fear.
فَعانَقتُso I embraced مِنهُof him الغُصنَthe branch أَملَدَsmooth and supple ناضِراًfresh
فَعانَقتُ مِنهُ الغُصنَ أَملَدَ ناضِراً
وَغازَلتُand I wooed مِنهُof him الخِشفَthe gazelle fawn أَحورَblack-eyed with bright whites أَدعَجاwide, dark-eyed
وَغازَلتُ مِنهُ الخِشفَ أَحورَ أَدعَجا
So I embraced him—a supple, verdant branch—
And wooed him—a gazelle fawn with wide, dark eyes and brilliant whites.
وَلِليلِand for night مِنfrom تلكَthose الذَوائبِtresses ظُلمَةٌdarkness
وَلِليلِ مِن تلكَ الذَوائبِ ظُلمَةٌ
وَلِلصُبحِand for dawn مِنfrom خَدَّيهِhis cheeks نُورٌlight تَبَلَّجاshone forth
وَلِلصُبحِ مِن خَدَّيهِ نُورٌ تَبَلَّجا
And night draws its darkness from those tresses,
And dawn draws from his cheeks a light shining forth.
فَمنso whoever يَستحِلis impossible جَمعٌa union لِضدَّينِof two opposites عِندَهُin his view
فَمن يَستحِل جَمعٌ لِضدَّينِ عِندَهُ
فَهَذاthen this is حَبيبيmy beloved جامعُuniting النورِlight وَالدُجىand darkness
فَهَذا حَبيبي جامعُ النورِ وَالدُجى
So, for anyone who finds a union of two opposites impossible:
Here, then, is my beloved, uniting light and darkness.