خَلِيلَيَّmy two friends مِنْfrom عَمْرٍوʿAmr قِفَاhalt, you two وَتَعرَّفَاand recognize, you two
خَلِيلَيَّ مِنْ عَمْرٍو قِفَا وَتَعرَّفَا
لِسَهْمَةَbelonging to Sahma دَاراًa dwelling بَيْنَbetween لِينَةَLīna فَالحبْلِand al-Ḥabl
لِسَهْمَةَ دَاراً بَيْنَ لِينَةَ فَالحبْلِ
My two friends from ʿAmr, halt and recognize
Sahma's dwelling between Līna and al-Ḥabl.
تَحَمَّلَdeparted مِنْهاfrom it أَهْلُهاits inhabitants حِينَwhen أَجْدَبتْit grew barren
تَحَمَّلَ مِنْها أَهْلُها حِينَ أَجْدَبتْ
وَكَانُواand they had been بِهَاin it فِيin غَيْرِabsence of جَدْبٍdrought وَلاَnor مَحْلِdearth
وَكَانُوا بِهَا فِي غَيْرِ جَدْبٍ وَلاَ مَحْلِ
Its people departed when it grew barren,
though once they had lived there without drought or dearth.
وَقَدْand indeed كَانَthere was فِيin الدَّارِthe dwelling التيwhich هَاجَتstirred الهَوَىpassion
وَقَدْ كَانَ فِي الدَّارِ التي هَاجَت الهَوَى
شِفَاءَa cure for الجَوىheartache لَوْif only كَانَwere مُجْتَمِعَgathered together الشَّمْلِthe company
شِفَاءَ الجَوى لَوْ كَانَ مُجْتَمِعَ الشَّمْلِ
And in the dwelling that stirred my passion there was
a cure for heartache, if only our company were reunited.
وَفِيهِنَّand among them مَقْلاقُloosely swaying الوِشاحَيْنِthe two sashes طَفْلةًdelicate
وَفِيهِنَّ مَقْلاقُ الوِشاحَيْنِ طَفْلةً
مُبَتَّلَةُwell-rounded الأرْدَافِbuttocks ذَاتُpossessing شَوىًlimbs خُدْلِplump
مُبَتَّلَةُ الأرْدَافِ ذَاتُ شَوىً خُدْلِ
And among them was a delicate woman, her two sashes hanging loose,
with rounded buttocks and plump limbs.
حَصَانٌa chaste woman لهاshe has لَوْنَانِtwo colors جَوْنٌblack وَوَاضِحٌand bright white
حَصَانٌ لها لَوْنَانِ جَوْنٌ وَوَاضِحٌ
وَخلْقَانِand two qualities شَيْءٌsomething مِنْof لَطِيفٍdelicacy وَمِنْand of عَسْلِhoney
وَخلْقَانِ شَيْءٌ مِنْ لَطِيفٍ وَمِنْ عَسْلِ
Chaste, she has two colors: black and radiant white,
and two qualities—something of delicacy and of honey.
وَسُنَّتُهاand her face بَيْضاءُwhite وَاضِحَةُbright السَّنَاradiance
وَسُنَّتُها بَيْضاءُ وَاضِحَةُ السَّنَا
وَذُرْوَتُهاand her crown مُسْوَدّةُblack الفَرْعِthe tresses والأصْلِand the roots
وَذُرْوَتُها مُسْوَدّةُ الفَرْعِ والأصْلِ
Her face is white, bright with radiance,
and her crown is black in tress and root.
فَياso, oh عَجَباًwhat wonder لِلنَّاسِat the people يِسْتَشْرِفُونَنيthey stare at me
فَيا عَجَباً لِلنَّاسِ يِسْتَشْرِفُونَني
كأَنْas though لَمْnot يَروْاthey had seen بَعْديafter me مُحِبّاًa lover ولاnor قَبْليbefore me
كأَنْ لَمْ يَروْا بَعْدي مُحِبّاً ولا قَبْلي
How strange these people, staring at me,
as though they had seen no lover after me or before me!
يَقُولونَthey say لِيto me اصْرِمْbreak off relations يَرْجِعِwill return العَقْلُreason كُلُّهُall of it
يَقُولونَ لِي اصْرِمْ يَرْجِعِ العَقْلُ كُلُّهُ
وَصُرْمُand parting from حَبيبِthe beloved of النَّفْسthe soul أَذْهَبُmore destructive بِالعَقْلِto reason
وَصُرْمُ حَبيبِ النَّفْس أَذْهَبُ بِالعَقْلِ
They tell me, 'Break away; all your reason will return.'
Yet parting from the soul's beloved drives reason farther away.
وَيَاand oh عَجَباًwhat wonder مِنْat حُبِّlove for مَنْone who هُوhe قَاتِليmy killer
وَيَا عَجَباً مِنْ حُبِّ مَنْ هُو قَاتِلي
كأنِّيَas though I أَجْزِيهِI repay him المَوَدَّةَwith affection مِنْfor قَتْليkilling me
كأنِّيَ أَجْزِيهِ المَوَدَّةَ مِنْ قَتْلي
And how strange, my love for the one who kills me,
as though I repay him with affection for killing me!
وَمِنْand among بَيِّناتِthe clear proofs of الحُبِّlove أَنْthat كَانَwere أَهْلُهاher kin
وَمِنْ بَيِّناتِ الحُبِّ أَنْ كَانَ أَهْلُها
أَحبَّdearer إِلىto قَلْبيmy heart وَعَيْنِيَand my eye مِنْthan أَهْليmy kin
أَحبَّ إِلى قَلْبي وَعَيْنِيَ مِنْ أَهْلي
And among love's clear proofs is that her kin were
dearer to my heart and eye than my own kin.
Translation model: Sol 6.1