قالَhe said ليto me العاذِلُthe reproacher تَسلوyou forget your love
قالَ لي العاذِلُ تَسلو
قُلتُI said لِلعاذِلِto the reproacher تَتعَبyou tire yourself out
قُلتُ لِلعاذِلِ تَتعَب
The reproacher said to me, "You will forget your love."
The critic said to me, be entertained,
I told the reproacher, "You will tire yourself out."
I said to the critic, don't get tired,
أَناI بِالعاذِلِwith the reproacher لابَلno, rather
أَنا بِالعاذِلِ لابَل
أَناI بِالعالَمِwith the world أَلعَبI play
أَنا بِالعالَمِ أَلعَب
I toy with the reproacher—no, rather,
I don't care about the critic,
I toy with the world.
I play with the world,
كَلِماتيmy words هِيَthey سِحرٌmagic
كَلِماتي هِيَ سِحرٌ
وَهِيَand they البابُthe gateway المُجَرَّبtried and tested
وَهِيَ البابُ المُجَرَّب
My words are magic,
My words are magic,
And they are the tried-and-tested gateway.
And they are the tested door,
أَنكَرَdisapproved of العاذِلُthe reproacher مِنّيon my part
أَنكَرَ العاذِلُ مِنّي
أَنَّthat قَلبيmy heart يَتَقَلَّبkeeps changing
أَنَّ قَلبي يَتَقَلَّب
The reproacher disapproved of this in me:
The critic denied about me,
That my heart keeps changing.
That my heart fluctuates,
أَذكُرُI mention اليَومَtoday سُلَيمىSulayma
أَذكُرُ اليَومَ سُلَيمى
وَغَداًand tomorrow أَذكُرُI mention زَينَبZaynab
وَغَداً أَذكُرُ زَينَب
Today I mention Sulayma,
I remember Sulaima today,
And tomorrow I mention Zaynab.
And tomorrow I'll remember Zainab,
لِيَI have فيin ذَلِكَthat سِرٌّa secret
لِيَ في ذَلِكَ سِرٌّ
بَرقُهُits lightning لِلناسِto people خُلَّبdeceptive; bringing no rain
بَرقُهُ لِلناسِ خُلَّب
I have a secret in that:
In that I have a secret,
Its lightning deceives people, bringing no rain.
Its lightning is concealed from people,
أَيُّهاO you السائِلُthe questioner عَنّيabout me
أَيُّها السائِلُ عَنّي
مَذهَبيmy way فيin الحُبِّlove مَذهَبa way
مَذهَبي في الحُبِّ مَذهَب
O you who ask about me,
O you who asked about me,
My way in love is a way of its own.
My doctrine in love is the doctrine,
لَيسَthere is not فيamong العُشّاقِthe lovers إِلّاexcept
لَيسَ في العُشّاقِ إِلّا
مَنone who يُغَنّيsings ليfor me وَأَشرَبand I drink
مَن يُغَنّي لي وَأَشرَب
Among lovers there is none but
Among lovers there is nothing but,
One who sings for me while I drink.
Who sings to me and I drink,
فَلِنَفسيso for myself أَناI أُطريI offer praise
فَلِنَفسي أَنا أُطري
وَلِنَفسيand for myself أَناI أَطرَبI rejoice
وَلِنَفسي أَنا أَطرَب
So for my own sake I offer praise,
For myself I fly,
And for my own sake I rejoice.
And for myself I am elated.