كَشَّفَتكَlaid you bare الأَيّامُthe days ياO إِنسانُman
كَشَّفَتكَ الأَيّامُ يا إِنسانُ
لاnot يَكُنlet there be لِلَّذيfor the one whom أَهَنتَyou humiliated الهَوانُdishonor
لا يَكُن لِلَّذي أَهَنتَ الهَوانُ
The days have laid you bare, O man.
Days have exposed you, O man
Let no dishonor befall the one you humiliated.
Let not abasement disgrace him who was once honored
إِنif تَكُنyou are قَدindeed فُضِضتَyou were deflowered بَعديafter me فَلَيسَتthen it is not
إِن تَكُن قَد فُضِضتَ بَعدي فَلَيسَت
بِدعَةًa novelty أَنthat يُفَلَّقَbe split open الرُمّانُpomegranates
بِدعَةً أَن يُفَلَّقَ الرُمّانُ
If you have indeed been deflowered after me, then it is no
If after me you are torn asunder, it is no wonder
novelty for pomegranates to be split open.
That a pomegranate bursts open when ripe
نَشَرَتكَunfolded you الكُفوفُthe hands بَعدَafter عَفافٍchastity
نَشَرَتكَ الكُفوفُ بَعدَ عَفافٍ
كُنتَyou used to be تُطوىyou are folded away فيin تَحتِهِbeneath it وَتُصانُand you are protected
كُنتَ تُطوى في تَحتِهِ وَتُصانُ
Hands have unfolded you after chastity,
Hands unfold you after modesty
beneath which you used to be folded away and protected.
Once you were folded, protected and concealed
أَيُّهاO you السابِقُthe one who races ahead المُسامِحُthe yielding one فيin اللَذthe plea- (beginning of 'pleasures')
أَيُّها السابِقُ المُسامِحُ في اللَذ
ذاتِ-sures (completion of 'pleasures') وَالقَصفِand revelry أَينَwhere ذاكَthat الحِرانُstubborn resistance
ذاتِ وَالقَصفِ أَينَ ذاكَ الحِرانُ
O you who race ahead, so yielding in plea-
O you, erstwhile ardent now forgiving in sensual delight
sures and revelry, where is that stubborn resistance?
Where is that passion?
ماnot تَحَدّاكَchallenged you رائِضٌa horse-trainer لَكَfor you إِلّاexcept that
ما تَحَدّاكَ رائِضٌ لَكَ إِلّا
قُلتَyou said بَينيbetween me وَبَينَكَand between you المَيدانُthe arena
قُلتَ بَيني وَبَينَكَ المَيدانُ
No horse-trainer of yours ever challenged you without
No seducer has challenged you
your saying, 'Between me and you lies the arena.'
Except you said: between me and you lies the battlefield
لِمَwhy أَشقىI suffer بِكُمbecause of you وَيَسعَدُand is happy غَيريsomeone else
لِمَ أَشقى بِكُم وَيَسعَدُ غَيري
بِهَواكُمthrough love of you حُبّيmy love إِذَنthen كَشخانُa pander; a cuckold
بِهَواكُم حُبّي إِذَن كَشخانُ
Why should I suffer because of you while another finds joy
Why am I wretched because of you, while another is happy
in loving you? My love, then, is a pander.
Through your love? My love then is unfortunate