إِذاwhen نَظَرَتْshe looks نَحْوَناtoward us جَرَّدَتْshe unsheathes
إِذا نَظَرَتْ نَحْوَنا جَرَّدَتْ
سُيُوفَswords الهَوىpassion بِأَكُفِّwith the hands of المَنْونِdeath
سُيُوفَ الهَوى بِأَكُفِّ المَنْونِ
When she looks toward us, she unsheathes
When she glances towards us, she unsheathes
the swords of passion with the hands of Death.
The swords of passion with the palms of coquetry,
وَتُظْهِرُand she reveals لِلْحُسْنِto beauty إِنْif أَسْفَرَتْshe unveils her face
وَتُظْهِرُ لِلْحُسْنِ إِنْ أَسْفَرَتْ
هِلالَcrescent moon المُنىwishes فيin سَحابِclouds الظُّنُونِconjectures
هِلالَ المُنى في سَحابِ الظُّنُونِ
And if she unveils her face, she reveals to beauty
And shows beauty, if she unveils,
the crescent of wishes amid the clouds of conjecture.
The crescent of desire in the clouds of suspicion,
كأَنَّas though دُجىdarkness الشَّكِّdoubt فيin سُخْطِهاher displeasure
كأَنَّ دُجى الشَّكِّ في سُخْطِها
وَضَوْءَand the light الرِّضَاfavor فِيin بَياضِwhiteness اليَقِينِcertainty
وَضَوْءَ الرِّضَا فِي بَياضِ اليَقِينِ
As though the darkness of doubt lay in her displeasure,
As if the gloom of doubt in her displeasure
and the light of favor in the whiteness of certainty.
And the light of contentment in the whiteness of certainty,
وَإِنْand if عَرَّسَcamps for the night الوَجْدُlonging بيwith me عَرَّسَتْcamps for the night
وَإِنْ عَرَّسَ الوَجْدُ بي عَرَّسَتْ
رِكابُriding camels الدُّمُوعِtears بِرَبْعِat the abode of الجُفُونِthe eyelids
رِكابُ الدُّمُوعِ بِرَبْعِ الجُفُونِ
And if longing camps with me for the night, so does
And if ecstasy weds me, it weds
the caravan of tears at the abode of the eyelids.
The stirrups of tears to the quarters of the eyelids.