ضَمَّنتُهاI filled it with حَمداًpraise وَشُكراًand thanks
ضَمَّنتُها حَمداً وَشُكراً
وَأَتَتكَand it came to you تَطلُبُseeking مِنكَfrom you عُذراpardon
وَأَتَتكَ تَطلُبُ مِنكَ عُذرا
I filled it with praise and thanks,
I imbued it with praise and gratitude
and it came to you seeking your pardon.
And it came to you seeking your pardon
لَمdid not أَدرِI know كَيفَhow أُجيبُI answer ماwhat
لَم أَدرِ كَيفَ أُجيبُ ما
حَبَّرتَهُyou composed it beautifully نَظماًin verse وَنَثراand in prose
حَبَّرتَهُ نَظماً وَنَثرا
I did not know how to answer what
I did not know how to respond to what
you composed so beautifully in verse and prose.
You had inscribed in prose and verse
أَرسَلتَهُyou sent it شِعراًas poetry إِلَيَّto me
أَرسَلتَهُ شِعراً إِلَيَّ
وَلَوand if عَلِمتُI had known لَقُلتُI would have said magic is missing? No this is wrong token contains no magic. سِحراmagic
وَلَو عَلِمتُ لَقُلتُ سِحرا
You sent it to me as poetry;
You sent it to me as poetry
and had I known, I would have called it magic.
Had I known, I would have said it was magic
فَنَشَرَتهاso you spread it حِبراًfine striped cloths عَلَيَّover me
فَنَشَرَتها حِبراً عَلَيَّ
نَشَرتَyou spread لِيَfor me فيamong الناسِthe people ذِكراrenown
نَشَرتَ لِيَ في الناسِ ذِكرا
So you spread it over me like fine striped cloths;
So it spread ink upon me
you spread my renown among the people.
You spread for me remembrance amongst people
أَبصَرتُI saw وَجهَكَyour face ثُمَّthen قُلsaid (word fragment)
أَبصَرتُ وَجهَكَ ثُمَّ قُل
تُI (verb suffix) لِمُقلَتيto my eye أَبصَرتِyou saw مِصراEgypt
تُ لِمُقلَتي أَبصَرتِ مِصرا
I saw your face, then I said
I saw your face then told
to my eye, 'You have seen Egypt.'
My eyes, you have seen Egypt
أَذكَرتَنيyou reminded me زَمَناًa time مَضىthat passed
أَذكَرتَني زَمَناً مَضى
عَنّيaway from me وَعَيشاًand a life كانَwas نَضراflourishing
عَنّي وَعَيشاً كانَ نَضرا
You reminded me of a time that passed
You reminded me of a time passed
away from me, and a life once flourishing.
From me and a life that was blooming
وَالشُعرُand poetry قِدماًlong ago كُنتُI was مُغbeginning of 'enamored'
وَالشُعرُ قِدماً كُنتُ مُغ
رىًending of 'enamored' فيهِof it لَمّاwhen كُنتُI was مُغرىenamored
رىً فيهِ لَمّا كُنتُ مُغرى
And poetry—long ago I was enamored
And poetry was once my obsession
of it, when I was in love.
When I was obsessed in my youth
فَخَلَعتُso I cast off أَثوابَgarments الغَراbeginning of 'the love'
فَخَلَعتُ أَثوابَ الغَرا
مِending of 'love' فَلاso neither الجَديدُthe new وَلاnor المُطَرّاthe renewed
مِ فَلا الجَديدُ وَلا المُطَرّا
So I cast off the garments of love:
So I shed the clothes of passion
neither new ones nor renewed ones.
Neither new nor patched anymore