قُلsay لِحُبّىto Hubba قَرِّبينيdraw me close
قُل لِحُبّى قَرِّبيني
أَنتِyou نَفسيmy soul وَحَياتيand my life
أَنتِ نَفسي وَحَياتي
Say to Hubba: draw me close.
Say to my love, bring me near
You are my soul and my life,
You are my soul and my life
وَهُموميand my cares حينَwhen أَعدوI run
وَهُمومي حينَ أَعدو
وَحَديثيand my speech فيin صَلاتيmy prayer
وَحَديثي في صَلاتي
And my cares when I run,
And my concerns when I flee
And my words in my prayer.
And my words in my prayers
حُبَّHubba (vocative) إِنَّindeed البُخلَmiserliness شَرٌّan evil
حُبَّ إِنَّ البُخلَ شَرٌّ
لَيسَis not مِنof فِعلِthe conduct of السَراةِthe noble
لَيسَ مِن فِعلِ السَراةِ
Hubba, miserliness is indeed an evil,
Love, stinginess is surely an evil
Not the way of the noble.
Not the way of the generous
فَصِلينيso unite with me أَوor دَعينيleave me
فَصِليني أَو دَعيني
نُصُباًan idol لِلزائِراتِfor visiting women
نُصُباً لِلزائِراتِ
So unite with me, or leave me
So join me or leave me
An idol for visiting women.
As fuel for visitors
حُبَّHubba (vocative) لَوif شِئتِyou wished اِلتَقَيناwe would meet
حُبَّ لَو شِئتِ اِلتَقَينا
مَجلِساًa sitting قَبلَbefore المَماتِdeath
مَجلِساً قَبلَ المَماتِ
Hubba, if you wished, we would meet
Love, if you wished we'd meet
For a sitting before death.
Before death in gathering
فَأَعَشناكِthen we would give you life وَعِشناand we would live
فَأَعَشناكِ وَعِشنا
بِهَناتٍwith little things وَهَناتِand little things
بِهَناتٍ وَهَناتِ
Then we would give you life, and live ourselves,
And we'd live, you'd enliven us
With this and that.
With whispers and murmurs
قَدindeed تَصَبَّرتُI forced myself to be patient وَلَكِنbut
قَد تَصَبَّرتُ وَلَكِن
لَيسَis not صَبريmy patience بِمُواتيat all compliant
لَيسَ صَبري بِمُواتي
I have forced myself to be patient, but
I've shown patience but my patience
My patience will not oblige.
Is not everlasting
وَتَذَكَّرتُكِand I remembered you فيin الحَيthe quarter (first part)
وَتَذَكَّرتُكِ في الحَي
يِcompletion of 'the quarter' فَفاضَتso overflowed عَبَراتيmy tears
يِ فَفاضَت عَبَراتي
And I remembered you in the quarter,
And I remembered you alive
So my tears overflowed.
So my tears flowed freely
وَتَناسَيتُand I pretended to forget لِأَنسىso I might forget
وَتَناسَيتُ لِأَنسى
فَاِعتَرانيso it overcame me كَالسُباتِlike deep sleep
فَاِعتَراني كَالسُباتِ
And I pretended to forget, so I might forget,
And I forgot to forget
Then something like deep sleep overcame me.
So sleep overcame me
وَبَداand appeared ليto me مَلَكُthe angel of المَوdeath (first part)
وَبَدا لي مَلَكُ المَو
تِcompletion of 'death' يُغَشّينيhe enshrouds me وَفاتيmy death
تِ يُغَشّيني وَفاتي
And the Angel of Death appeared to me,
And death's angel appeared
Enshrouding me in my death.
To overwhelm me, take me
إِنَّindeed حُبّىHubba سَحَرَتنيshe bewitched me
إِنَّ حُبّى سَحَرَتني
بِالأَمانيwith hopes وَالعِداتِand promises
بِالأَماني وَالعِداتِ
Indeed, Hubba has bewitched me
My love has bewitched me
With hopes and promises,
With wishes and promises
بِدَلالٍwith coquetry وَحَديثٍand talk
بِدَلالٍ وَحَديثٍ
مِثلِlike تَنويرِthe blossoming of النَباتِplants
مِثلِ تَنويرِ النَباتِ
With coquetry and talk
With favors and talk
Like the blossoming of plants.
Like the blossoming of plants
وَلَهاand she has عَينٌan eye وَثَغرٌand a mouth
وَلَها عَينٌ وَثَغرٌ
مِنamong كِبارِthe great ones among الفَتَناتِtemptations
مِن كِبارِ الفَتَناتِ
And her eye and her mouth
She has an eye and a lip
Are among the greatest temptations,
Of the greatest temptations
وَجَمالٌand beauty وَدَلالٌand coquetry
وَجَمالٌ وَدَلالٌ
مِثلُlike دَلِّthe coyness of القاصِراتِwomen who restrain their gaze
مِثلُ دَلِّ القاصِراتِ
And her beauty and coquetry
Beauty and charm
Are like the coyness of modest women.
Like the charm of maidens
أَناI مِمَّنamong those whom عَذَّبَtormented اللَGod (first part)
أَنا مِمَّن عَذَّبَ اللَ
هُcompletion of 'God' بِحُبّىthrough Hubba وَالوُشاةِand the tale-bearers
هُ بِحُبّى وَالوُشاةِ
I am among those whom God has tormented
I'm one who God has tormented
Through Hubba and the tale-bearers.
With my love and the slanderers
فَعَلىso over حُبّىHubba عَويليmy wailing
فَعَلى حُبّى عَويلي
وَإِلىand to اللَهِGod شَكاتيmy complaint
وَإِلى اللَهِ شَكاتي
So my wailing is over Hubba,
So for my love is my lament
And my complaint is to God.
And to God are my complaints