ماwhy لِلصُدودِwith estrangement أَسالَmade flow عَينِيَmy eye بِالبُكاwith weeping
ما لِلصُدودِ أَسالَ عَينِيَ بِالبُكا
إِنَّindeed البُكاءَweeping شِفاءُa cure صَبٍّa passionate lover عانيcaptive
إِنَّ البُكاءَ شِفاءُ صَبٍّ عاني
Why has estrangement made my eye flow with tears?
Weeping is indeed a cure for a captive lover.
آياتُsigns عِشقيmy love بَيِّناتٌclear عِفَّتيmy chastity
آياتُ عِشقي بَيِّناتٌ عِفَّتي
فيهاin them فَلاso not تَحتاجُneeds لِلبُرهانِfor proof
فيها فَلا تَحتاجُ لِلبُرهانِ
The signs of my love are clear; my chastity
is in them, so it needs no proof.
قَدalready شَبَّkindled موقَدَهُits fire الغَرامُpassion بِأَضلُعيwithin my ribs
قَد شَبَّ موقَدَهُ الغَرامُ بِأَضلُعي
إِنَّindeed الغَرامَlove بِهاfor her عَلىupon فِقدانِloss
إِنَّ الغَرامَ بِها عَلى فِقدانِ
Passion has kindled its fire within my ribs.
Indeed, love for her is bound up with loss.
مِماfrom what عَراbefell مِثليone like me الفُؤادُthe heart مُقَتِّلٌdeath-dealing
مِما عَرا مِثلي الفُؤادُ مُقَتِّلٌ
وَالجِسمُand the body مَنحولٌwasted مِنَfrom الأَحزانِsorrows
وَالجِسمُ مَنحولٌ مِنَ الأَحزانِ
From what has befallen one like me, the heart deals death,
and the body is wasted by sorrows.
وَالدَمعُand tears مُسبَلُstreaming فَوقَover خَدٍّa cheek أَصفَرٍyellowed
وَالدَمعُ مُسبَلُ فَوقَ خَدٍّ أَصفَرٍ
وَالحالُand the condition لاnot يَحتاجُneeds لِلتِبيانِfor explanation
وَالحالُ لا يَحتاجُ لِلتِبيانِ
And tears stream over a yellowed cheek,
and my condition needs no explanation.
كَنَفَsheltered abode الحَبيبِthe beloved سُقيتَmay you be watered مِنfrom قَطرِdrops النَدىdew
كَنَفَ الحَبيبِ سُقيتَ مِن قَطرِ النَدى
وَكُسيتَand may you be clothed مُخضَلّاًlush and moist مِنَof الريحانِbasil
وَكُسيتَ مُخضَلّاً مِنَ الريحانِ
O abode of the beloved, may you be watered with drops of dew,
and clothed in lush, moist basil.
كَنَفَsheltered abode الحَبيبِthe beloved عَلَيكَupon you كُلُّevery تَحِيَّةٍgreeting
كَنَفَ الحَبيبِ عَلَيكَ كُلُّ تَحِيَّةٍ
وَعَلَيكَand upon you كُلُّall سَلامِpeace لِلرَحمَنِof the All-Merciful
وَعَلَيكَ كُلُّ سَلامِ لِلرَحمَنِ
O abode of the beloved, upon you be every greeting,
and upon you all the peace of the All-Merciful.
لاmay you never زِلتَcease to be مِنfrom تَحتِbeneath الظَلائِلِshady canopies أَخضَراًgreen
لا زِلتَ مِن تَحتِ الظَلائِلِ أَخضَراً
غَضّاًtender نَضيراًfresh ياflourishing (first fragment) نِعَflourishing (second fragment) الرَيعانِthe prime of growth
غَضّاً نَضيراً يا نِعَ الرَيعانِ
May you remain green beneath the canopies of shade,
tender and fresh, flourishing in your prime.
ياO بِنتَdaughter مَنthose who فَضحواthey put to shame المِلاحَthe lovely مَلاحَةًin loveliness
يا بِنتَ مَن فَضحوا المِلاحَ مَلاحَةً
وَكَذاand likewise الحِسانَthe beautiful بِزُخرُفٍwith adornment فَتّانِbewitching
وَكَذا الحِسانَ بِزُخرُفٍ فَتّانِ
O daughter of those who put the lovely to shame in loveliness,
and likewise the beautiful, with bewitching adornment.
مِنّيfrom me إِلَيكَto you سَلامُpeace ثُمَّthen تَحِيَّةٌa greeting
مِنّي إِلَيكَ سَلامُ ثُمَّ تَحِيَّةٌ
مادُمتِas long as you remain ظالِمَتيthe woman who wrongs me وَلَستُand I am not بِجانيan offender at all
مادُمتِ ظالِمَتي وَلَستُ بِجاني
From me to you, peace, then a greeting,
so long as you wrong me, though I am no offender.
Translation model: Sol 6.1