ياO مُلبِسيyou who clothe me بِالصَّدِّthrough rejection ثَوبَa robe السَقامsickness
يا مُلبِسي بِالصَّدِّ ثَوبَ السَقام
وَسالِبيand you who rob me بِالهَجرِthrough estrangement طيبَsweetness المَنامsleep
وَسالِبي بِالهَجرِ طيبَ المَنام
O you who clothe me, through rejection, in the robe of sickness,
and rob me, through estrangement, of the sweetness of sleep,
حَتّامَhow long لاnot تَحنوyou show tenderness عَلىtoward عاشِقٍa lover
حَتّامَ لا تَحنو عَلى عاشِقٍ
مُفارِقِparted from الوَصلِunion غَريمِa debtor to الغَرامpassion
مُفارِقِ الوَصلِ غَريمِ الغَرام
how long will you show no tenderness to a lover
parted from union, a debtor to passion?
ياO دانِيَnear to السُخطِanger بَعيدَfar from الرِضىfavor
يا دانِيَ السُخطِ بَعيدَ الرِضى
قِيامَتيmy Day of Judgment قائِمَةٌhas arisen بِالقَوامthrough your stature
قِيامَتي قائِمَةٌ بِالقَوام
O you, so near to anger, so far from favor,
your stature has brought my Day of Judgment upon me.
مِثلُكَyour equal بِالحُسنِin beauty وَمِثليand my equal بِهِbecause of it
مِثلُكَ بِالحُسنِ وَمِثلي بِهِ
فيin الحُزنِsorrow لَيساare not يوجَداto be found فيamong الأَنامhumankind
في الحُزنِ لَيسا يوجَدا في الأَنام
Your equal in beauty, and mine, because of it,
in sorrow, are not to be found among humankind.
أَلقىcast الهَوىlove حَبليmy rope عَلىupon غارِبيmy withers
أَلقى الهَوى حَبلي عَلى غارِبي
فَهِمتُso I wandered in love حَتّىuntil ماnot فَهِمتُI understood المَلامreproach
فَهِمتُ حَتّى ما فَهِمتُ المَلام
Love cast my rope upon my withers,
so I wandered in love until I no longer understood reproach.
وَهاجَتِand stirred الوُرقُthe gray doves اِدِّكاريmy remembrance وَماand not الthe
وَهاجَتِ الوُرقُ اِدِّكاري وَما ال
حَمامُdoves لِلعاشِقِto the lover إِلّاexcept حِمامdeath
حَمامُ لِلعاشِقِ إِلّا حِمام
And the gray doves stirred my memories, and the
doves are nothing to a lover but death.
واAh! بِأَبيwith my father as ransom وَسنانُa drowsy one أَجفانُهُhis eyelids
وا بِأَبي وَسنانُ أَجفانُهُ
صَحيحَةٌhealthy مَكحولَةٌlined with kohl بِالسَقامwith sickness
صَحيحَةٌ مَكحولَةٌ بِالسَقام
Ah, may my father be ransom for the drowsy one, whose eyelids
are healthy, yet lined with the kohl of sickness.
مُعَربِدُriotous in الأَلحاظِthe glances سَكرانُهاdrunk in them
مُعَربِدُ الأَلحاظِ سَكرانُها
صاحٍsober وَفوهُand his mouth فيهِin it أَشهىthe most delicious مُدامwine
صاحٍ وَفوهُ فيهِ أَشهى مُدام
Riotous in his glances, drunk in them,
he is sober, and his mouth holds the most delicious wine.
مُعتَقِدٌbelieving أَنَّthat دَميmy blood صارَhas become فيunder
مُعتَقِدٌ أَنَّ دَمي صارَ في
حُكمِthe law of الهَوىlove حِلّاًlawful وَوَصليand union with me حَرامforbidden
حُكمِ الهَوى حِلّاً وَوَصلي حَرام
He believes that my blood has become, under
love's law, lawful to shed, while union with me is forbidden.
إِنّيindeed I لأَهواهُtruly love him عَلىdespite جَورِهِhis cruelty
إِنّي لأَهواهُ عَلى جَورِهِ
وَبُخلِهِand his stinginess حَتّىeven بِرَدِّin returning السَلامthe greeting
وَبُخلِهِ حَتّى بِرَدِّ السَلام
Indeed, I love him despite his cruelty,
and his stinginess, even in returning a greeting.
البَدرُthe full moon يَهوىloves الشَمسَthe sun لَكِنَّهاbut she
البَدرُ يَهوى الشَمسَ لَكِنَّها
تَبعُدُshe stays far عَنهُfrom him فيon لَياليthe nights of التَمامfullness
تَبعُدُ عَنهُ في لَيالي التَمام
The full moon loves the sun, but she
stays far from him on the nights of fullness,
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen دَبَّhe crept مُحاقاًwaning into darkness إِلىtoward
حَتّى إِذا دَبَّ مُحاقاً إِلى
تِسعٍnine وَعِشرينَand twenty دَناhe drew near لالتِئامfor union
تِسعٍ وَعِشرينَ دَنا لالتِئام
until, when he creeps, waning into darkness, toward
the twenty-ninth night, he draws near for union.
فَهَلso, may...? أُرَجّيI hope for وَصلَunion with شَمسٍa sun وَقَدand already
فَهَل أُرَجّي وَصلَ شَمسٍ وَقَد
أَذابَhas melted جِسميmy body سَقَميmy sickness وَالعِظامand the bones
أَذابَ جِسمي سَقَمي وَالعِظام
So may I hope for union with a sun, now that
my sickness has melted my body and bones?
Translation model: Sol 6.1