وَيَحalas قَلبيmy heart مِنfrom طَرفِهِhis gaze الفَتّاكِmurderous
وَيَح قَلبي مِن طَرفِهِ الفَتّاكِ
مِنwho مُجيريmy protector مِنfrom سَيفِهِhis sword السَفّاكِblood-shedding
مِن مُجيري مِن سَيفِهِ السَفّاكِ
Alas for my heart at his murderous gaze!
Who will protect me from his blood-shedding sword?
مِنwho معيذيmy shelterer مِنfrom ساحرbewitching الطَرفthe gaze قَدhas indeed صاcaught (first fragment)
مِن معيذي مِن ساحر الطَرف قَد صا
دcompletes 'caught' قُلوبhearts الزُهّادthe ascetics وَالنسّاكand the devotees
د قُلوب الزُهّاد وَالنسّاك
Who will shelter me from the one with the bewitching gaze, who has caught
the hearts of ascetics and devotees?
صينwas preserved فيin الحُسنbeauty عَنfrom شَريكa peer كَماjust as صيwas preserved (first fragment)
صين في الحُسن عَن شَريك كَما صي
نcompletes 'was preserved' فُؤاديmy heart فيin الحُبlove عَنfrom اشراكsharing devotion with others
ن فُؤادي في الحُب عَن اشراك
He has been kept without a peer in beauty, just as
my heart in love has been kept from divided devotion.
كَمhow many لَهُhe has مِنof طَليقunrestrained دَمعtears أَسيرa captive
كَم لَهُ مِن طَليق دَمع أَسير
لَيسَnot يُرجىis hoped for لِأَسرِهِfor his captivity مِنany فَكاكrelease
لَيسَ يُرجى لِأَسرِهِ مِن فَكاك
How many a captive he holds, with tears flowing free,
with no hope of release from his captivity.
وَجِراحand wounds سالَتbled لِخَفقةat a flicker بَرقlightning
وَجِراح سالَت لِخَفقة بَرق
جَرَّدَتunsheathed صارِماًa keen sword عَلىagainst الأَحلاكthe darkness
جَرَّدَت صارِماً عَلى الأَحلاك
And wounds bled at a flicker of lightning
that unsheathed a keen sword against the darkness.
وَحَمامand doves يُبديreveal أَفانينvaried strains شَدوsong
وَحَمام يُبدي أَفانين شَدو
أَصلَهاtheir root النَوحlamentation فيin فُروعbranches الأَراكthe arak trees
أَصلَها النَوح في فُروع الأَراك
And doves reveal varied strains of song,
rooted in lament, among the branches of the arak.
كُلَماwhenever حَنَّcooed شَبَّblazed ليfor me جَمرan ember شَوقlonging
كُلَما حَنَّ شَبَّ لي جَمر شَوق
لَيسَnot يُطفيهِextinguishes it دَمعtears طَرفيmy eye الباكيweeping
لَيسَ يُطفيهِ دَمع طَرفي الباكي
Whenever they cooed, an ember of longing blazed within me,
which the tears of my weeping eye cannot quench.
فَاِنقَضىso passed اللَيلthe night بَينَbetween أَنةَa groan باكone who weeps
فَاِنقَضى اللَيل بَينَ أَنةَ باك
مِنfrom تَباريحِهِhis agonies وَرَنَةَand a plaintive cry شاكيone who laments
مِن تَباريحِهِ وَرَنَةَ شاكي
So the night passed between a weeper’s groan
from his agonies and a sufferer’s plaintive cry.
قَدindeed حَكيتyou have imitated السَحابthe clouds فَيضoutpouring جُفونeyelids
قَد حَكيت السَحاب فَيض جُفون
ياO عُيونيmy eyes بَلrather السَحابthe clouds حَكاكhave imitated you
يا عُيوني بَل السَحاب حَكاك
You have imitated the clouds in the flood from your eyelids,
O my eyes—rather, the clouds have imitated you.
وَبِكِand by you ياO نَفسsoul قَدindeed ذَهَبتِyou have gone شُعاعاًin scattered fragments
وَبِكِ يا نَفس قَد ذَهَبتِ شُعاعاً
فيin هَواهُlove for him منيfrom me فَماso how أَشقاكِwretched you are
في هَواهُ مني فَما أَشقاكِ
And by you, O soul, you have scattered into fragments
in loving him, away from me—how wretched you are!
وَبوديand I wish لَوif only أَنthat ليfor me أَلفa thousand نَفسsouls
وَبودي لَو أَن لي أَلف نَفس
كُلeach نَفسٍsoul تَقيهِprotects him أَلفa thousand هَلاكdeaths
كُل نَفسٍ تَقيهِ أَلف هَلاك
And I wish I had a thousand souls,
each soul shielding him from a thousand deaths.
Translation model: Sol 6.1