يبكيweeps ويضحكand laughs لاحزناًnot from sorrow ولاnor فرحاfrom joy
يبكي ويضحك لاحزناً ولا فرحا
كعاشقٍlike a lover خطَّwrote سطراًa line فيin الهوىlove ومحاand erased
كعاشقٍ خطَّ سطراً في الهوى ومحا
It weeps and laughs, neither from sorrow nor from joy,
Like a lover who wrote a line of love and erased it.
منfrom بسمةthe smile النجمof the star همسa whisper فيin قصائدهits poems
من بسمة النجم همس في قصائده
ومنand from مخالسةa stolen glance الظّبـيof the gazelle الذيthat سـنحاappeared
ومن مخالسة الظّبـي الذي سـنحا
In its poems is a whisper of the star's smile,
And of the stolen glance of the gazelle that came into view.
قلبٌa heart تمرسbecame seasoned باللذاتin pleasures وهوwhile it was فتىa youth
قلبٌ تمرس باللذات وهو فتى
كبرعمlike a bud لـمـستهtouched it الريحthe wind فانفـتحاand so it opened
كبرعم لـمـسته الريح فانفـتحا
A heart seasoned in pleasures while still young,
Like a bud that opened at the wind's touch.
ماللأقاحيةwhat ails the daisy السمراءthe dusky one قدhas صرفـتturned away
ماللأقاحية السمراء قد صرفـت
عـنّاfrom us هواهاher love؟أرقthe tenderest الـحسنbeauty ماthat which سمحاgave freely
عـنّا هواها؟أرق الـحسن ما سمحا
What ails the dusky daisy, that she has turned
Her love away from us? The tenderest beauty is that which gives freely.
لوif كنتyou were تدرينyou know ماألقاهwhat I endure منof شجنsorrow
لو كنت تدرين ماألقاه من شجن
لكنتyou would be أرفقthe gentlest مـنof those who آسىconsoled ومنand those who صفحاforgave
لكنت أرفق مـن آسى ومن صفحا
If you knew the sorrow I endure,
You would be the gentlest of those who console and forgive.
غداةَon the morning when لوَّحْتِyou beckoned بالآمالwith hopes باسمةًsmiling
غداةَ لوَّحْتِ بالآمال باسمةً
لانsoftened الذيthat which ثارrebelled وانقادand yielded الذيthat which جمحاran wild
لان الذي ثار وانقاد الذي جمحا
The morning you beckoned with hopes, smiling,
What had rebelled softened, and what had run wild yielded.
ماnot همنيtroubled me ولسانُwhile the tongue الحبof love يهتفcalls بيto me
ما همني ولسانُ الحب يهتف بي
اذاif تبسمsmiled وجهthe face الدهرof time أوor كلحاscowled
اذا تبسم وجه الدهر أو كلحا
I care not, while the tongue of love calls to me,
Whether time's face smiles or scowls.
فالروضُfor the garden مهماhowever زهتْit flourished قفرٌa wilderness اذاif حرمتit was deprived
فالروضُ مهما زهتْ قفرٌ اذا حرمت
منof جانحٍa winged creature رفَّfluttered أوor منof صادحٍa singer صدحاsang
من جانحٍ رفَّ أو من صادحٍ صدحا
For the garden, however resplendent, is barren if deprived
Of a winged creature that flutters or a singer that sings.