أنا يا صديقةُ متعبٌ بنسائي

أنا يا صديقةُ متعبٌ بنسائي

فلترحمي ما ظلّ من أشلائي

فلترحمي ما ظلّ من أشلائي

I am weary of my women, my friend.

My friend, I'm so weary of women,

So have mercy on what remains of my torn limbs.

Have mercy on the remnants of my being.

مزّقتُ قَلْبِي بَيْنهنّ فلمْ أَجِدْ

مزّقتُ قَلْبِي بَيْنهنّ فلمْ أَجِدْ

إلّا اشتعالاً زَادَ فِي الأحشاءِ

إلّا اشتعالاً زَادَ فِي الأحشاءِ

I tore my heart apart among them, and found nothing

I tore my heart between them, but found

but a burning that grew within my entrails.

Only inflammation, fueling my innards.

ومَدَحْتُ كلّ مَلِيحةٍ وسَقَيْتُها

ومَدَحْتُ كلّ مَلِيحةٍ وسَقَيْتُها

عذْبَ الكَلامِ .. بسكْرَةِ الصّهْبَاءِ

عذْبَ الكَلامِ .. بسكْرَةِ الصّهْبَاءِ

And I praised every beautiful woman and gave her drink:

I praised each beauty and quenched her thirst

sweet words, with the intoxication of red wine.

With the sweetest words...like white nectar.

حَتّى الدّمِيمَة ما بَخِلْتُ بِمَدْحِها

حَتّى الدّمِيمَة ما بَخِلْتُ بِمَدْحِها

حَسْبِي بِذَاكَ تَنَاسُلَ الأسْمَاءِ

حَسْبِي بِذَاكَ تَنَاسُلَ الأسْمَاءِ

Even the ugly woman—I did not stint in praising her.

Even the less fair, I did not stint praising,

That is enough for me: the proliferation of names.

Suffice it, multiplying all the names.

لا تَعْجَبِي مِنّي فَتِلكَ طَبِيعَتِي

لا تَعْجَبِي مِنّي فَتِلكَ طَبِيعَتِي

تَجْرِي الذّكورَةُ فيّ ..مِلء دِمَائِي

تَجْرِي الذّكورَةُ فيّ ..مِلء دِمَائِي

Do not be surprised at me, for that is my nature.

Do not wonder at me, such is my nature,

Masculinity courses through me, filling my blood.

Maleness flows in me...filling my blood.

رُوحِي تَرِقُ لِكُلّ أُنْثَى ..شَاعرٌ

رُوحِي تَرِقُ لِكُلّ أُنْثَى ..شَاعرٌ

أَوَمَاسَمِعتِ ..بِرقّةِ الشُّعراءِ ؟؟؟

أَوَمَاسَمِعتِ ..بِرقّةِ الشُّعراءِ ؟؟؟

My soul grows tender toward every woman—I am a poet.

My soul lusts for every female..a poet,

And have you not heard of the tenderness of poets?

Have you not heard..the tenderness of poets??

لِي فِي بِقَاعِ الأرْضِ ألفُ عَشِيقَةٍ

لِي فِي بِقَاعِ الأرْضِ ألفُ عَشِيقَةٍ

لَمْ أجْفُهُنّ ..لأجْلِهَا ..حَسْنَائِي  

لَمْ أجْفُهُنّ ..لأجْلِهَا ..حَسْنَائِي

I have a thousand lovers across the lands of the earth.

In every corner of earth, a thousand lovers,

I have not forsaken them for her sake—my beautiful one.

I did not deprive them..for her sake..my beauties.

أَهْلُ الهَوَى ..يَتوَاترُونَ حِكَايَتِي

أَهْلُ الهَوَى ..يَتوَاترُونَ حِكَايَتِي

لتَفَرّدي ..لتَسَيّدي ..  وَوفَائِي

لتَفَرّدي ..لتَسَيّدي .. وَوفَائِي

Lovers pass my story from one to another

The passionate..repeat my tale,

for my uniqueness, my mastery, and my fidelity.

To distinguish me..to master me..and my loyalty.

أنَا يَاصَدِيقَةُ لَمْ أَزَلْ مُتَعَطّشاً

أنَا يَاصَدِيقَةُ لَمْ أَزَلْ مُتَعَطّشاً

عِشْقاً وَإِنْ أَغْرَقْتِها .. بيدائِي

عِشْقاً وَإِنْ أَغْرَقْتِها .. بيدائِي

I, my friend, am still thirsty

My friend, I have not ceased being thirsty,

for love, even if you have flooded my desert.

For love, even if you drown me..in my oceans.