بِاللهِby God بَلِّغْconvey سَلاَمِيmy greeting أَيُّهَاO الحَادِيthe camel-driver
بِاللهِ بَلِّغْ سَلاَمِي أَيُّهَا الحَادِي
إِلىَto غَزَالِgazelle الصَّرِيمِthe sandy tract الرَّائِحِgoing at dusk الغَادِيgoing at dawn
إِلىَ غَزَالِ الصَّرِيمِ الرَّائِحِ الغَادِي
By God, convey my greeting, O camel-driver,
To the gazelle of the sandy tract, roaming at dusk and dawn.
وَقُلْand say لَهُto him لِيfor me عَلىupon مَغْنَاكَyour dwelling حَقُّa claim هَوَىًlove
وَقُلْ لَهُ لِي عَلى مَغْنَاكَ حَقُّ هَوَىً
لأَنَّbecause دَمْعِيَmy tears رَوَّىَwatered رَبْعَهُhis abode الصَّادِيthirsty
لأَنَّ دَمْعِيَ رَوَّىَ رَبْعَهُ الصَّادِي
And tell him: I have a lover's claim upon your dwelling,
For my tears have watered his thirsty abode.
وَقَفْتُI stood مِمَّاbecause of what جَرَىbefell لِيto me فِيin مَعَاهِدِهِhis familiar haunts
وَقَفْتُ مِمَّا جَرَى لِي فِي مَعَاهِدِهِ
أَبْكِيI weep إِلىَuntil أَنْthat جَرَىَflowed مِنْfrom دَمْعِيَmy tears الوَادِيthe valley
أَبْكِي إِلىَ أَنْ جَرَىَ مِنْ دَمْعِيَ الوَادِي
Because of what befell me, I stood in his familiar haunts,
Weeping until the valley flowed with my tears.
وَلَمْand did not أُنَادِI call out سِوَىexcept بِاسْمِby the name of التِيshe who سَفَرَتْunveiled her face
وَلَمْ أُنَادِ سِوَى بِاسْمِ التِي سَفَرَتْ
لَيْلاًat night فَأَشْرَقَand so shone مِنْfrom أَنْوارِهَاher radiance النَّادِيthe gathering-place
لَيْلاً فَأَشْرَقَ مِنْ أَنْوارِهَا النَّادِي
And I called out only the name of her who unveiled her face
At night, and the gathering-place shone with her radiance.
خُذْtake يَاO نَسِيُمbreeze بَقَايَاremains المَيْتِthe dead man فَاسْرِthen travel by night بِهِwith him
خُذْ يَا نَسِيُم بَقَايَا المَيْتِ فَاسْرِ بِهِ
لِلْحِيِّto the living one تَجْمَعُyou unite أَرْوَاحاًsouls بِأَجْسَادِwith bodies
لِلْحِيِّ تَجْمَعُ أَرْوَاحاً بِأَجْسَادِ
Take, O breeze, the dead man's remains, and carry him by night
To the living one, uniting souls with bodies.
وَالثُمْand kiss ظُهُورَsurfaces الثَّرىَthe earth مِنْfrom حَيْثُwhere مَاever خَطَرَتْshe walked gracefully
وَالثُمْ ظُهُورَ الثَّرىَ مِنْ حَيْثُ مَا خَطَرَتْ
بِهِover it سُعَادُSuad إِذَاif حَاوَلْتَyou seek إِسْعَادِيto gladden me
بِهِ سُعَادُ إِذَا حَاوَلْتَ إِسْعَادِي
And kiss the earth's surface wherever she has glided—
Suad—if you seek to gladden me.
مَاnot أَعْشِقُI love passionately الغُصْنَthe bough مَيَّاساًswaying gracefully مَعَاطِفُهُits curves
مَا أَعْشِقُ الغُصْنَ مَيَّاساً مَعَاطِفُهُ
إِلاَّexcept لِقَادمَةِfor the approach of قَدٍّa figure مِنْهُof his مَيَّادِswaying
إِلاَّ لِقَادمَةِ قَدٍّ مِنْهُ مَيَّادِ
I do not love the bough with its swaying curves
Except for the approach of his swaying figure.
وَلاَand not أَرَىI deem البَرْقَlightning أَهْلاًworthy أَنْto أُلاحِظُهُI glance at it
وَلاَ أَرَى البَرْقَ أَهْلاً أَنْ أُلاحِظُهُ
إِلاَّexcept لِمَاfor what مِنْهُof it يَحْكِيmirrors ثَغْرَهُhis mouth البَادِيrevealed
إِلاَّ لِمَا مِنْهُ يَحْكِي ثَغْرَهُ البَادِي
Nor do I deem lightning worthy of my glance,
Except for the way it mirrors his mouth when revealed.
Translation model: Sol 6.1