لَوif كُنتُI was جاوَبتُI answered الحَمائِمَthe doves نائِحاًlamenting
لَو كُنتُ جاوَبتُ الحَمائِمَ نائِحاً
قالَsaid الوُشاةُthe tale-bearers أَضاعَhe betrayed سِرَّكَyour secret بائِحاdivulging
قالَ الوُشاةُ أَضاعَ سِرَّكَ بائِحا
Had I answered the doves in lament,
Had I replied to the wailing doves
The tale-bearers would have said, "He betrayed your secret by divulging it."
The slanderers would say my secret's laid bare
سَلطائِراًask a bird صَدَعَrent الفُؤادَthe heart بِسُحرَةٍat dawn
سَلطائِراً صَدَعَ الفُؤادَ بِسُحرَةٍ
أَتُراهُdo you think it غَرَّدit warbled صادِعاًrending أَمor صادِحاsinging out
أَتُراهُ غَرَّد صادِعاً أَم صادِحا
Ask a bird that rent the heart at dawn:
My heart rent by a charming bird
Do you think it warbled, rending the heart, or merely singing?
Does it chirp merrily or lament in despair?
ياO ضَعفَweakness مَنone who أَمسىbecame الفَريسَةَthe prey فيin الهَوىlove
يا ضَعفَ مَن أَمسى الفَريسَةَ في الهَوى
وَغَداand became الحَمامُthe doves لَهُfor him هُنَالِكَthere جارِحاa bird of prey
وَغَدا الحَمامُ لَهُ هُنَالِكَ جارِحا
O the weakness of one who became love's prey,
How weak is he who in passion became prey
And there, for him, the doves became birds of prey.
And the dove that was his neighbor turned foe