أَهَكَذاis it thus? عَوفيتmay you be kept well ياO فاترlanguid one
أَهَكَذا عَوفيت يا فاتر
يَملأfills دُنياكَyour world الهَوىpassion الآسرenthralling
يَملأ دُنياكَ الهَوى الآسر
Is it thus—may you be well, languid one—
Is this how you fulfilled, O apathetic one,
that enthralling passion fills your world?
Your world filled with captivating love?
ياO ثائرstirred; restless العَينينthe two eyes مِنbecause of شاخصa looming figure
يا ثائر العَينين مِن شاخص
مُفزعterrifying مَطلَعهُits emergence الساحرenchanting
مُفزع مَطلَعهُ الساحر
O you whose eyes are stirred by a looming figure,
O you whose eyes blaze in defiance,
whose enchanting emergence is terrifying.
Your charming dawn a place of refuge.
أَواجفare you trembling? أَنتَyou أَمُستَعرضare you contemplating?
أَواجف أَنتَ أَمُستَعرض
حُباًa love طَواهُfolded it away الأَبَدeternity الجائرunjust
حُباً طَواهُ الأَبَد الجائر
Are you trembling? Are you contemplating
Are you steadfast or pretending?
a love that unjust eternity has folded away?
Love you've concealed, so cruel is time.
بِالكَونin the cosmos جِفناكَyour two eyelids وَماand not أَفلَتاthey both escaped
بِالكَون جِفناكَ وَما أَفلَتا
مِنfrom حَرقburning سَمحpermitted بِهاit; with it الناظرthe beholder
مِن حَرق سَمح بِها الناظر
In the cosmos are your eyelids, yet they have not escaped
With the universe your eyelids and what escaped
the burning the beholder permitted.
From burning the beholder allowed.
وَالكَوثرand Kawthar العَذبsweet; fresh مَدىan expanse أَدمُعtears
وَالكَوثر العَذب مَدى أَدمُع
وَلَهىdistraught with longing نَماهاmade them grow اللُؤلؤpearls الماطرraining
وَلَهى نَماها اللُؤلؤ الماطر
And sweet Kawthar is an expanse of tears,
And the soft, pure stream - the length of your tears
distraught with longing, swelled by raining pearls.
Played by the raining pearls.
كُلall جَلالmajesty الحُسنbeauty أَوor سحرهits enchantment
كُل جَلال الحُسن أَو سحره
فيin دَمَعدa tear (apparent typo) يَخطفهاsnatches it الخاطرthe passing thought
في دَمَعد يَخطفها الخاطر
All beauty's majesty, or its enchantment,
All the glory of beauty or its magic
lies in a tear snatched by a passing thought,
Snatched by a passing thought in your tear.
أَوor لَفتهa glance (nonstandard spelling) عجلىhurried وَفيand in وَثبةa leap
أَو لَفته عجلى وَفي وَثبة
يَفتأfalters; slackens مَجنوناًmaddened بِهاbecause of it الشاعرthe poet
يَفتأ مَجنوناً بِها الشاعر
or a hurried glance, and in a leap
Or a glance suddenly that in one leap
at which the poet falters, maddened.
Makes the poet crazed by it.
نَعيذكwe seek protection for you اللَهGod فَماso what هَذِهِthis الرَthe terror (word begins)
نَعيذك اللَه فَما هَذِهِ الرَ
وعةcompletion of 'terror' وَاللوعةand anguish ياO ماكرsly one
وعة وَاللوعة يا ماكر
We seek God's protection for you—what is this
God keep you, what is this
terror and anguish, you sly one?
Agitation and agony, O schemer?
نَشدتكI adjure you القربىkinship وماand what ذلكthat الthe (prefixed to the next line)
نَشدتك القربى وما ذلك ال
هابطdescending والصاعدand rising والحادرand streaming downward
هابط والصاعد والحادر
I adjure you by kinship: what is that
I adjure you by kinship - what is this
which descends, rises, and streams downward?
Descending and ascending and confused?
ماذاwhat يَجنبيكwithin your breast (apparent typo) افضpour forth; disclose إِنَّماonly
ماذا يَجنبيك افض إِنَّما
تَضمرyou conceal ماwhat أَعيتwearied; baffled بِهِby it عامرʿAmir
تَضمر ما أَعيت بِهِ عامر
What is within your breast? Pour it out; you only
What would stop you - just spill out
conceal what wearied ʿAmir.
What you implied, O lively one.
أَهَكَذاis it thus? أَنتَyou حريبdespoiled; bereft الهَوىpassion
أَهَكَذا أَنتَ حريب الهَوى
ملءfilling يَديكyour two hands الوترthe string الخائرslack; feeble
ملء يَديك الوتر الخائر
Is this how you are, despoiled by passion,
Is this how you are, warlike in love,
the slack string filling your hands?
Your hand filled with slackened bowstring?
يَثقلكweighs you down الحُبlove فَتَقضيso you perish أَسىsorrow
يَثقلك الحُب فَتَقضي أَسى
وَأَنتَand you فَديتmay I be your ransom امرؤa man قاصرlimited; incapable
وَأَنتَ فَديت امرؤ قاصر
Love weighs you down, so you perish of sorrow,
Love weighs you down and you pass time in woe
and you—may I be your ransom—are a man of limited powers.
When you are, my soul ransomed, so young.