لاَdo not تَلُمْblame صَبْوَتِيmy infatuation فَمَنْfor whoever حَبَّloves يَصْبُوyearns
لاَ تَلُمْ صَبْوَتِي فَمَنْ حَبَّ يَصْبُو
إِنَّمَاonly يَرْحَمُshows mercy to المُحِبَّthe lover المُحِبُّthe lover
إِنَّمَا يَرْحَمُ المُحِبَّ المُحِبُّ
Do not blame my infatuation, for whoever loves yearns.
Only a lover shows mercy to a lover.
كَيْفَhow لاnot يُوقِدُkindles النَّسِيمُthe breeze غَرَامِيmy passion
كَيْفَ لا يُوقِدُ النَّسِيمُ غَرَامِي
وَلَهُand it has فِيin خِيَامِthe tents of لَيْلَىLayla مَهَبُّa place where it blows
وَلَهُ فِي خِيَامِ لَيْلَى مَهَبُّ
How could the breeze not kindle my passion,
when its course lies among Layla's tents?
مَاwhat اعْتِذَارِيmy excuse إِذَاif خَبَتْdied down لِيَfor me نَارٌa fire
مَا اعْتِذَارِي إِذَا خَبَتْ لِيَ نَارٌ
وَحَبِيبيand my beloved أَنْوَارُهُhis lights لَيْسَdo not تَخْبُوfade
وَحَبِيبي أَنْوَارُهُ لَيْسَ تَخْبُو
What excuse have I if a fire of mine dies down,
while my beloved's lights do not fade?
هَذِهِthis الحُلَّةُthe robe التَّيwhich حُلَّwas untied in it فِيَهاin it
هَذِهِ الحُلَّةُ التَّي حُلَّ فِيَها
عَقْدُthe knot of صَبْرِيmy patience وَحَلَّهَاand he unfastened it لِيَfor me حِبُّa beloved
عَقْدُ صَبْرِي وَحَلَّهَا لِيَ حِبُّ
This is the robe in which was loosened
the knot of my patience; a beloved unfastened the robe for me.
مَلأَfilled الكَوْنَthe universe حُسْنُهُhis beauty فَلِهَذَاand for this reason
مَلأَ الكَوْنَ حُسْنُهُ فَلِهَذَا
كُلُّevery قَلْبٍheart إلىtoward مَعَانِيهِhis meanings يَصْبُوyearns
كُلُّ قَلْبٍ إلى مَعَانِيهِ يَصْبُو
His beauty filled the universe; therefore
every heart yearns for his meanings.
عَايَنَتْbeheld حُسْنَهُhis beauty القُلُوبُthe hearts فَأَمْسَىso he became
عَايَنَتْ حُسْنَهُ القُلُوبُ فَأَمْسَى
وَلَهُand he has فِيin القُلُوبِthe hearts سَلْبٌplunder وَنَهْبُand pillage
وَلَهُ فِي القُلُوبِ سَلْبٌ وَنَهْبُ
Hearts beheld his beauty, and now
he plunders and pillages those hearts.
نَصَبُواthey set up حَانَthe tavern of حُبِّهِhis love ثُمَّthen نَادُوْاthey called out
نَصَبُوا حَانَ حُبِّهِ ثُمَّ نَادُوْا
يَاO نِيَامَsleepers القُلُوبِof the hearts لِلرَّاحِfor the wine هُبُواrise!
يَا نِيَامَ القُلُوبِ لِلرَّاحِ هُبُوا
They set up the tavern of his love, then called:
O you whose hearts are asleep, rise for the wine!
بِنْتُdaughter كَرْمٍa vine زُفَّتْwas led as a bride لِكُلِّto every كَرَيمٍnoble man
بِنْتُ كَرْمٍ زُفَّتْ لِكُلِّ كَرَيمٍ
مَاnot عَلَىupon نَفْسِهِhis soul النَّفِيسَةِprecious صَعْبُdifficult
مَا عَلَى نَفْسِهِ النَّفِيسَةِ صَعْبُ
The vine's daughter was led as a bride to every noble man,
for whose precious soul nothing is difficult.
رَاحَwent forth لِلرَّاحِto the wine وَالخَلاَعَةِand wantonness عَبْداًas a slave
رَاحَ لِلرَّاحِ وَالخَلاَعَةِ عَبْداً
وَهَوْand he فِيin مَذْهَبِthe doctrine of الحَقيقَةِReality رَبُّa lord
وَهَوْ فِي مَذْهَبِ الحَقيقَةِ رَبُّ
He went forth, a slave to wine and wantonness,
while in the doctrine of Reality he is a lord.
Translation model: Sol 6.1