ياO صاحfriend ليI have خلa beloved سانيa water-drawer
يا صاح لي خل ساني
بينamong البقرthe cattle
بين البقر
Friend, I have a water-drawer for a beloved,
O friend of mine, let my tongue be still
among the cattle,
Among the cattle
لابسwearing قميصa shirt رنجcolor ثانيanother
لابس قميص رنج ثاني
بلاwithout مصرa headwrap
بلا مصر
wearing a shirt of another hue,
Wearing a shirt of different hue
without a headwrap.
Without Egypt
وشاربهand his moustache حلببانيunclear dialectal description
وشاربه حلبباني
طريقa trail ذرtiny ants
طريق ذر
And his moustache is ḥalabbānī [meaning uncertain],
Drinking aleppo-berry juice
a trail of tiny ants.
On the path of fate
يعردhe rushes بميضافwith a mīḍāf (unclear dialectal noun) جنونهhis frenzy
يعرد بميضاف جنونه
أينwhere حسامa sword
أين حسام
He rushes with the mīḍāf of his frenzy [wording uncertain]—
Babbling in his madness
where is a sword?
Where is the sword
شريمa sickle صارمa keen blade عيونeyes
شريم صارم عيون
يبرىwhittles العظامthe bones
يبرى العظام
His eyes—a sickle, a keen blade—
Keen, stern-eyed blade
whittle away the bones.
That cleaves bones
ماno جهدeffort معشوقa beloved غانيbeautiful
ما جهد معشوق غاني
غلبهhis triumph ظهرbecame apparent
غلبه ظهر
This lovely beloved needs no effort;
No struggle for the singing lover
his triumph is plain.
Afternoon overcame him
قدalready جرpulled حبلىmy rope ولواهand twisted it
قد جر حبلى ولواه
عقلa tether الصميلthe stout staff
عقل الصميل
He has pulled my rope and twisted it
He dragged my rope though delirious
into a tether for the stout staff.
Reason of the small bucket
وكانand there was ليfor me قلبa heart يهواهthat loves him
وكان لي قلب يهواه
وهوand it يميلinclines
وهو يميل
And I had a heart that loved him,
And I had a heart that loved him
and it inclined toward him.
Though it was leaning
وللآنand until now صوفانtinder تفاداهavoided him
وللآن صوفان تفاداه
طلعbecame عليلailing
طلع عليل
And still, tinder-like, it has shunned him;
And to this day he avoided my Sufi ways
it has become ailing.
It came out sickly
واعيانand eyes ثنتينtwo صيانىtrays
واعيان ثنتين صيانى
لكنbut مدرclay
لكن مدر
And two eyes like trays,
Two fresh eyes preserved me
but made of clay.
But without awareness