خَلِيلَيَّmy two friends مَاwhat لِلْقَلْبِwith the heart يَهْفُوflutters مِنَfrom الأَسَىgrief
خَلِيلَيَّ مَا لِلْقَلْبِ يَهْفُو مِنَ الأَسَى
وَمَاand what لِدُمُوعِwith the tears العَيْنِthe eye كَالْعَيْنِlike a spring تَنْضَخُgush
وَمَا لِدُمُوعِ العَيْنِ كَالْعَيْنِ تَنْضَخُ
O my two friends, why does the heart flutter with grief?
And why do the eye’s tears gush like a spring?
خُلِقْتُI was created كَمَاas شَاءَwilled الهَوىَlove طَوْعَobedient to حُكْمِهِits decree
خُلِقْتُ كَمَا شَاءَ الهَوىَ طَوْعَ حُكْمِهِ
فَهَاso here أَنَاI أَبْنِيI build مُنْذُfor حِينٍa while وَأَفْسَخُand I undo
فَهَا أَنَا أَبْنِي مُنْذُ حِينٍ وَأَفْسَخُ
I was created as love willed, obedient to its decree.
So here I am, building and undoing for some time now.
خَلَعْتُI cast off عِذارِيmy bridle فِيin هَوَاهُlove for him كَأنَّنيas though I
خَلَعْتُ عِذارِي فِي هَوَاهُ كَأنَّني
أَصَمُdeaf عَنِto العُذَّالِthe reproachers فِيin الحُبِّlove أَصْلَخُutterly deaf
أَصَمُ عَنِ العُذَّالِ فِي الحُبِّ أَصْلَخُ
I cast off my bridle in loving him, as though I were
Deaf to the reproachers in love—utterly deaf.
خَضَعْتُI submitted لِمَحْبُوبِto a beloved أَذِلُI humble myself لِعِزِّهِbefore his might
خَضَعْتُ لِمَحْبُوبِ أَذِلُ لِعِزِّهِ
فَيَنْأىso he draws away عَلىdespite ذَلٍّabasement لَدَيْهِbefore him وَيَنْسَخُand he effaces
فَيَنْأى عَلى ذَلٍّ لَدَيْهِ وَيَنْسَخُ
I submitted to a beloved, humbling myself before his might.
Yet he draws away despite my abasement before him, and effaces me.
خَفِيتُI became hidden عَنِfrom الأَبصْارِthe eyes لَوْلاَwere it not for بَقَيَّةٌa remnant
خَفِيتُ عَنِ الأَبصْارِ لَوْلاَ بَقَيَّةٌ
مِنَof القَلْبِthe heart تُبْقِيkeeps alive الحُبَّlove فِيْهَاwithin it فَيَصْرُخُso it cries out
مِنَ القَلْبِ تُبْقِي الحُبَّ فِيْهَا فَيَصْرُخُ
I would have vanished from sight, were it not for a remnant
Of the heart that keeps love within it, and so it cries out.
خَيَالٌa phantom كَمَاas لاحَappeared انْحِلاَلُwasting away وَرَاءَهُbehind it
خَيَالٌ كَمَا لاحَ انْحِلاَلُ وَرَاءَهُ
فُؤَادٌa heart بِمَسْفُوحِwith spilled الدَّمَاءِblood مُضَمَّخُdrenched
فُؤَادٌ بِمَسْفُوحِ الدَّمَاءِ مُضَمَّخُ
A phantom, as wasting has become plain; behind it
A heart drenched in spilled blood.
خَلِيٌّempty ولَكِنْbut مِنْof سِوَاكَanyone other than you وَفيand in الحَشَىthe breast
خَلِيٌّ ولَكِنْ مِنْ سِوَاكَ وَفي الحَشَى
ضِرَامٌa blaze بِأَنْفَاسِwith the breaths الصِّبَابَةِardent longing تَنْفُخُyou fan
ضِرَامٌ بِأَنْفَاسِ الصِّبَابَةِ تَنْفُخُ
Empty—but of all except you—and within my breast
A blaze you fan with breaths of yearning.
خِطَابُكَyour speech رَيْحَانِيmy sweet basil وَرَوْحِيand my solace وَجَنَّتِيand my paradise
خِطَابُكَ رَيْحَانِي وَرَوْحِي وَجَنَّتِي
وَمِنْand from دُونِهapart from it للرُّوحِfor the soul فيin الحُبِّlove بَرْزَخُa barrier
وَمِنْ دُونِه للرُّوحِ في الحُبِّ بَرْزَخُ
Your speech is my sweet basil, my solace, and my paradise.
And without it, there is a barrier for the soul in love.
خَبَأْتُI concealed الهَوىَlove وَهْوَand it is الهَوَانُhumiliation حَقِيقَةًin truth
خَبَأْتُ الهَوىَ وَهْوَ الهَوَانُ حَقِيقَةً
فَدَعْوَتُهُso its call تُشْجِيbrings grief وَدَعْوَاهُand claiming it تُرْتِخُenfeebles
فَدَعْوَتُهُ تُشْجِي وَدَعْوَاهُ تُرْتِخُ
I concealed love—and it is humiliation in truth.
For its call brings grief, and claiming it enfeebles.
Translation model: Sol 6.1