أَما تَرى العارِضَ المُنهَلَّ دانيهِ

أَما تَرى العارِضَ المُنهَلَّ دانيهِ

قَد طَبَّقَ الأَرضَ وَاِنحَلَّت عَزاليهِ

قَد طَبَّقَ الأَرضَ وَاِنحَلَّت عَزاليهِ

Do you not see the pouring rain cloud drawing near?

Do you not see the raincloud, its near edge pouring down?

It has blanketed the earth, and its sluice-mouths have burst open.

It has covered the earth, and its spouts have come unbound.

فَالريحُ تُزجيهِ تاراتٍ وَتَحدُرُهُ

فَالريحُ تُزجيهِ تاراتٍ وَتَحدُرُهُ

وَالرَعدُ يُنجيهِ طَوراً أَو يُناجيهِ

وَالرَعدُ يُنجيهِ طَوراً أَو يُناجيهِ

The wind drives it on by turns, then sweeps it downward;

So the wind drives it along at times and brings it down,

the thunder now calls out to it, now whispers in its ear.

And thunder sometimes hurries it onward, or whispers to it.

يَبكي فَيَضحَكُ وَجهُ الأَرضِ عَن زَهَرٍ

يَبكي فَيَضحَكُ وَجهُ الأَرضِ عَن زَهَرٍ

كَالوَشيِ بَل لا تَرى وَشياً يُدانيهِ

كَالوَشيِ بَل لا تَرى وَشياً يُدانيهِ

It weeps, and the face of the earth smiles forth in blossoms

It weeps, so the earth's face laughs, revealing blossoms,

like brocade—no, you will see no brocade to rival it.

Like brocade—nay, you see no brocade that rivals it.

مازالَ يَسكُبُ سَحّاً مُسبِلاً غَدَقاً

مازالَ يَسكُبُ سَحّاً مُسبِلاً غَدَقاً

لا يَستَفيقُ وَلي عَينٌ تُباريهِ

لا يَستَفيقُ وَلي عَينٌ تُباريهِ

Still it pours in an unbroken, streaming abundance,

It kept pouring in torrents, shedding copious rain,

never letting up; and I have an eye that rivals it:

Never sobering, while my eye vies with it:

سَحّاً بِسَحٍّ وَإِسبالاً بِمُسبَلَةٍ

سَحّاً بِسَحٍّ وَإِسبالاً بِمُسبَلَةٍ

دَمعٌ يَبوحُ بِشَجوٍ كُنتُ أُخفيهِ

دَمعٌ يَبوحُ بِشَجوٍ كُنتُ أُخفيهِ

downpour for downpour, streaming for streaming—

Torrent for torrent, and flowing tears for falling rain.

tears that disclose the grief I used to hide.

Tears disclose a sorrow I had concealed.

ثُمَّ اِنجَلى وَدُموعي غَيرُ راقِأَةٍ

ثُمَّ اِنجَلى وَدُموعي غَيرُ راقِأَةٍ

وَالقَلبُ فيهِ مِنَ الأَشجانِ ما فيهِ

وَالقَلبُ فيهِ مِنَ الأَشجانِ ما فيهِ

Then it cleared away, while my tears would not cease,

Then it cleared away, while my tears remained unceasing,

and the heart holds all the sorrows it holds,

And the heart holds what it holds of sorrows,

شَوقاً إِلى رَشَإٍ لا الشَمسُ تُشبِهُهُ

شَوقاً إِلى رَشَإٍ لا الشَمسُ تُشبِهُهُ

وَلا الهِلالُ إِذا تَمَّت لَياليهِ

وَلا الهِلالُ إِذا تَمَّت لَياليهِ

yearning for a gazelle-fawn whom the sun does not resemble,

Out of longing for a young gazelle whom the sun does not resemble,

nor the crescent when its nights have come to fullness.

Nor the crescent moon when its nights of waxing are complete.

لَكِنَّهُ فِتنَةٌ في الأَرضِ عارِضَةٌ

لَكِنَّهُ فِتنَةٌ في الأَرضِ عارِضَةٌ

يُبلي فُؤادي بِلا جُرمٍ وَيُضنيهِ

يُبلي فُؤادي بِلا جُرمٍ وَيُضنيهِ

Yet he is an enchantment passing over the earth,

But he is a temptation appearing on earth,

wearing out my heart, though guiltless, and wasting it away.

Wearing out my heart, though it has done no wrong, and wasting it away.

وَقَد تَبَيَّنَ أَنّي مُغرَمٌ كَلِفٌ

وَقَد تَبَيَّنَ أَنّي مُغرَمٌ كَلِفٌ

فَاِستَشعَرَ العُجبَ في ضَنٍّ وَفي تيهِ

فَاِستَشعَرَ العُجبَ في ضَنٍّ وَفي تيهِ

And now it is plain that I am enthralled, consumed by love;

And he has realized that I am enamored, passionately attached,

so he has donned conceit, withholding himself in haughty disdain.

So he embraced conceit, with stinginess and haughtiness.