لَوْلاَwere it not for الحِمَىthe sanctuary وَصَبَايَاand maidens بِالْحِمَىwithin the sanctuary عُرُبُamorous
لَوْلاَ الحِمَى وَصَبَايَا بِالْحِمَى عُرُبُ
مَاnot كَانَwould be فِيin البَارِقِthe lightning النَّجْدِيِّof Najd ليfor me أَرَبُa desire
مَا كَانَ فِي البَارِقِ النَّجْدِيِّ لي أَرَبُ
Were it not for the sanctuary and amorous maidens within it,
I would have no longing for the lightning of Najd.
حَلَّتْloosened عُقُودَthe knots اصْطِبَارِيof my endurance دُوْنَهُbefore it حُلَلٌrobes
حَلَّتْ عُقُودَ اصْطِبَارِي دُوْنَهُ حُلَلٌ
حُقُوُقهَاtheir rights كَارتِيَاحاتِيlike my raptures لَهَاto them تَجِبُare due
حُقُوُقهَا كَارتِيَاحاتِي لَهَا تَجِبُ
Robes before it have loosened the knots of my endurance;
their rights, like my raptures, are due to them.
وَفِيand in رِيَاضِthe gardens بِيوُتِthe homes الحَيِّof the clan مِنْin إِضَمٍIḍam
وَفِي رِيَاضِ بِيوُتِ الحَيِّ مِنْ إِضَمٍ
وَرْدٌroses جَنِيٌّfreshly picked وَفِيand in أَكْمَامِهَاtheir sleeves القُضُبُthe slender boughs
وَرْدٌ جَنِيٌّ وَفِي أَكْمَامِهَا القُضُبُ
And in the gardens of the clan's homes at Iḍam
are freshly picked roses, and in their sleeves are slender boughs.
يَسْقِيwaters الأَقَاحِيَthe daisies مِنْهَاfrom them قُرْقُفٌwine فإِذَاand when
يَسْقِي الأَقَاحِيَ مِنْهَا قُرْقُفٌ فإِذَا
لاَحَgleamed الحَبَابُthe bubbles عَلَيْهَاupon them فَاسْمُهُso its name is الشَّنَبُthe cool lustre of teeth
لاَحَ الحَبَابُ عَلَيْهَا فَاسْمُهُ الشَّنَبُ
Wine from them waters the daisies; and when
the bubbles gleam upon them, their name is the cool lustre of teeth.
يَقْضِيpasses judgment بِهَاthrough them لِعُيُونِin favor of the eyes النَّاظِرينَof those gazing عَلَىagainst
يَقْضِي بِهَا لِعُيُونِ النَّاظِرينَ عَلَى
كُلِّall القُلُوبِthe hearts قَضَاءٌa judgment مَاnot لَهُfor it سَبَبُa cause
كُلِّ القُلُوبِ قَضَاءٌ مَا لَهُ سَبَبُ
Through them, the gazers' eyes win judgment against
all hearts—a judgment that has no cause
إِلاَّexcept تَمَارُضَfeigned languor أَجْفَانٍof eyelids إِذَاwhen سَلَبَتْthey rob
إِلاَّ تَمَارُضَ أَجْفَانٍ إِذَا سَلَبَتْ
فَمُقْتَضَىso what is demanded by هَمِّهَاtheir intent المَسْلُوبُthe robbed one لاَnot السَّلَبُthe booty
فَمُقْتَضَى هَمِّهَا المَسْلُوبُ لاَ السَّلَبُ
except the feigned languor of eyelids; when they rob,
then what their intent demands is the robbed one, not the booty.
وَلِيand I have لَدَىat الحِلَّةِthe encampment الفَيْحَاءِspacious غُصْنُa bough نَقَاa sand dune
وَلِي لَدَى الحِلَّةِ الفَيْحَاءِ غُصْنُ نَقَا
يَهْفُوsways فَيَجْذِبُهُthen draws it خَفْقٌa flutter فَيَنْجَذِبُso it is drawn
يَهْفُو فَيَجْذِبُهُ خَفْقٌ فَيَنْجَذِبُ
And at the spacious encampment I have a bough upon a dune;
it sways; a flutter draws it, and it yields.
لاَnot يَقْدِرُcan الحِبُّthe beloved أنْto يُخْفِيconceal مَحَاسِنَهُhis charms
لاَ يَقْدِرُ الحِبُّ أنْ يُخْفِي مَحَاسِنَهُ
وَإِنَّمَاand rather فِيin سَنَاهُhis radiance الْحُجْبُthe veils تَحْتَجِبُare veiled
وَإِنَّمَا فِي سَنَاهُ الْحُجْبُ تَحْتَجِبُ
The beloved cannot conceal his charms;
rather, in his radiance the veils themselves are veiled.
أُعَاهِدُI pledge to الرَّاحَthe wine أَنَّىthat I لاَnot أُفَارِقُهَاI part from it
أُعَاهِدُ الرَّاحَ أَنَّى لاَ أُفَارِقُهَا
مِنْfor أَجْلِthe sake of أَنَّthat الثَّنَايَاthe front teeth شِبْهُهُاtheir likeness الحَبَبُthe bubbles
مِنْ أَجْلِ أَنَّ الثَّنَايَا شِبْهُهُا الحَبَبُ
I pledge to wine that I shall not part from it,
because its bubbles resemble the front teeth.
وَأَرْقُبُand I watch البَرْقَthe lightning لاَسُقْيَاهُnot its rain مِنْof أَربَىmy desire
وَأَرْقُبُ البَرْقَ لاَسُقْيَاهُ مِنْ أَربَى
لَكِنَّهُbut it مِثْلُlike خَدَّيْهِhis two cheeks لَهُit has لَهَبُa flame
لَكِنَّهُ مِثْلُ خَدَّيْهِ لَهُ لَهَبُ
And I watch the lightning—not because I desire its rain,
but because, like his cheeks, it has a flame.
يَاO سَالِماًone spared فِيin الهَوَىlove مِمَاfrom what أُكَابِدُهُI endure it
يَا سَالِماً فِي الهَوَى مِمَا أُكَابِدُهُ
رِفْقَاًgently بِأَحْشَاءِwith the entrails of صَبٍّa passionate lover شَفَّهَاwasted them الوَصَبُaffliction
رِفْقَاً بِأَحْشَاءِ صَبٍّ شَفَّهَا الوَصَبُ
O you who, in love, are spared what I endure,
be gentle with a lover's entrails, wasted by affliction.
فَالأَجْرُso the reward يَاO أَمَليmy hope إِنْif كُنْتَyou were تَكْسِبُهُyou earn it
فَالأَجْرُ يَا أَمَلي إِنْ كُنْتَ تَكْسِبُهُ
مِنْfrom كُلِّevery ذِيone with كَبِدٍa liver حَرَّاءَburning تَكْتَسِبُyou earn
مِنْ كُلِّ ذِي كَبِدٍ حَرَّاءَ تَكْتَسِبُ
So if you would earn reward, O my hope,
you earn it from everyone with a burning liver.
يَاO بَدرَfull moon تَمٍّperfection مُحَاقِيmy darkening فِيin زِيَادَتِهِits waxing
يَا بَدرَ تَمٍّ مُحَاقِي فِي زِيَادَتِهِ
ماnot أَنْthat تَنْجَلِيclear away عَنْfrom أُفْقِكَyour horizon السُّحُبُthe clouds
ما أَنْ تَنْجَلِي عَنْ أُفْقِكَ السُّحُبُ
O perfect full moon, in whose waxing lies my darkening,
the clouds never clear from your horizon.
صَحَاsobered السُّكَارَىthe drunkards وَسُكْرِيand my intoxication فِيكَwith you دَامَendured وَمَاand there is no
صَحَا السُّكَارَى وَسُكْرِي فِيكَ دَامَ وَمَا
لِلسِّكْرِfor the intoxication منany سَبَبٌcause يُرْوَىthat can be recounted ولاَnor نَسَبُlineage
لِلسِّكْرِ من سَبَبٌ يُرْوَى ولاَ نَسَبُ
The drunkards have sobered, but my intoxication with you endures; and there is no
cause one can recount for this intoxication, nor any lineage.
قَدْhas أَيَّسَdriven to despair الصَّبْرَpatience وَالسِّلْوَانَand solace أَيْسَرُهُits slightest degree
قَدْ أَيَّسَ الصَّبْرَ وَالسِّلْوَانَ أَيْسَرُهُ
وَعَاقَبَand punished الصِّبَّthe passionate lover عَنْfor آمَالِهِhis hopes الوَصَبُaffliction
وَعَاقَبَ الصِّبَّ عَنْ آمَالِهِ الوَصَبُ
Its slightest degree has driven patience and solace to despair,
and affliction has punished the lover for his hopes.
وَكُلَّمَاand whenever لاَحَgleamed يَاO دَمْعِيmy tears وَمِيضُa flash سَنىًof radiance
وَكُلَّمَا لاَحَ يَا دَمْعِي وَمِيضُ سَنىً
تَهْمِيyou pour down وَإِنْand if هَبَّblows يَاO قَلْبِيmy heart صَباًan east wind تَجِبُyou throb
تَهْمِي وَإِنْ هَبَّ يَا قَلْبِي صَباً تَجِبُ
And whenever, O my tears, a flash of radiance gleams,
you pour down; and if an east wind blows, O my heart, you throb.
Translation model: Sol 6.1