ماnot الوابلُthe downpour الهتّانُpouring abundantly انif نفحblew الصّباthe east wind
ما الوابلُ الهتّانُ ان نفح الصّبا
منfrom أرضكمyour land لمدامعيfor my tears بمضاهيa match
من أرضكم لمدامعي بمضاهي
No torrential downpour, if the east wind blows
What is this gentle breeze that blows
from your land, can rival my tears.
From your land to my tearful eyes?
صدُّواthey turned away فماso no للصّبرfor patience منّيin me موضعٌa place
صدُّوا فما للصّبر منّي موضعٌ
ونأواand they went far away فليسso is not الشّقُthe rift بالمتناهيfinite
ونأوا فليس الشّقُ بالمتناهي
They turned away, so patience has no place in me;
They turned away, and patience has no place for me,
and they went far away, so the rift has no end.
They avoided me, yet anguish knows no end.
واصلتI maintained ties منthose whom ألهيdistracted فُؤاديmy heart حُبّهمlove for them
واصلت من ألهي فُؤادي حُبّهم
فجفواthen they grew cold وصدُّواand turned away عنfrom سبيلa path
فجفوا وصدُّوا عن سبيل
I maintained ties with those whose love distracted my heart;
I have loved their hearts with a divine love,
then they grew cold and turned away from a path.
Yet they shunned and blocked my way.
للهby God بالشّطرنجat chess بتُّI spent the night مُلاعباplaying
لله بالشّطرنج بتُّ مُلاعبا
لمهفهفwith a slender one فيin حًسنهhis beauty مُنتاهconsummate (apparent sense)
لمهفهف في حًسنه مُنتاه
By God, I spent the night playing chess
By God, I was but playing a game of chess
with a slender one, consummate in his beauty.
With a beauty whose charm has no limit.
أناI أشتهيI long for يحييhe revives الفؤادthe heart برشفةwith a sip
أنا أشتهي يحيي الفؤاد برشفة
منfrom فيهhis mouth وهوwhile he يُريدُwants موتthe death of الشّاهيthe chess king
من فيه وهو يُريدُ موت الشّاهي
I long for him to revive my heart with a sip
I yearn for a sip that would revive my heart -
from his mouth, while he wants the king’s death.
A sip from the lips of one who longs for my demise.