أُخاطِبُهُI address him عِندَat التَلَفُّتِturning around ياO رَشاyoung gazelle
أُخاطِبُهُ عِندَ التَلَفُّتِ يا رَشا
وَأَدعوهُand I call him بِالغُصنِas the bough الرَطيبِsupple إِذاwhen مَشاhe walks
وَأَدعوهُ بِالغُصنِ الرَطيبِ إِذا مَشا
When he turns, I address him: “O young gazelle!”
And when he walks, I call him a supple bough.
وَآخُذُand I take عَنهُaway from him حينَwhen يُقبِلُhe approaches جانِباًa place aside
وَآخُذُ عَنهُ حينَ يُقبِلُ جانِباً
حذارfor fear of العِداthe foes وَالشَوقُwhile longing يَلعَبُplays بِالحَشاwith my heart
حذار العِدا وَالشَوقُ يَلعَبُ بِالحَشا
And when he approaches, I draw aside from him,
for fear of foes, while longing toys with my heart.
جَعَلتُI made myself فِدىa ransom for الظَبيِthe gazelle الَّذيwho جاءَcame طَرفهhis gaze
جَعَلتُ فِدى الظَبيِ الَّذي جاءَ طَرفه
إِلىto قَتلةthe slaying of العُشّاقlovers يَحمِلُcarrying تركِشاa quiver
إِلى قَتلة العُشّاق يَحمِلُ تركِشا
I made myself a ransom for the gazelle whose gaze came
to slay lovers, bearing a quiver.
مِنَamong التُركِthe Turks أَبهىthe most splendid مَنone whom رَأَيتُI have seen مَعَمَّماًwearing a turban
مِنَ التُركِ أَبهى مَن رَأَيتُ مَعَمَّماً
وَأَحسَنُand the most beautiful وَجهاًin face مَنone whom رَأَيتُI have seen مُشَربَشاwearing a sharbush cap
وَأَحسَنُ وَجهاً مَن رَأَيتُ مُشَربَشا
Of the Turks, the loveliest I have seen wearing a turban,
and the fairest-faced I have seen wearing a sharbush cap.
يَميسُhe sways إِذاwhen عايَنتُI behold غُصنَthe bough of قَوامِهِhis stature
يَميسُ إِذا عايَنتُ غُصنَ قَوامِهِ
وَيَكسِرُand he makes كَسَراتِlanguid movements of الجُفونِthe eyelids تَحَرُّشاteasingly
وَيَكسِرُ كَسَراتِ الجُفونِ تَحَرُّشا
He sways when I behold his bough-like form,
and teasingly lets his eyelids droop.
وَليand I have دَهشَةُthe bewilderment of الساهيone lost in thought إِلَيهِtoward him إِذاwhen بَداhe appears
وَلي دَهشَةُ الساهي إِلَيهِ إِذا بَدا
وَلَمand not يَبدُdid appear ذاكَthat الخَدُّcheek إلّاexcept لِيُدهِشاto bewilder
وَلَم يَبدُ ذاكَ الخَدُّ إلّا لِيُدهِشا
And when he appears, I am dazed, lost in gazing at him;
that cheek appeared only to bewilder.
جَرَتflowed فَوقَover خَدَّيهِhis cheeks مِياهُthe waters of جمالِهِhis beauty
جَرَت فَوقَ خَدَّيهِ مِياهُ جمالِهِ
فَمَدَّso he spread مِنَfrom الأَصداغِthe temples كَرماًa grapevine مُعَرَّشاtrained on a trellis
فَمَدَّ مِنَ الأَصداغِ كَرماً مُعَرَّشا
The waters of his beauty flowed over his cheeks,
so from his temples he spread a trellised vine.
وَلَمand not أَنسَhave I forgotten طَيرَthe bird of القُرنthe tress لَيلَةَthe night زارَنيhe visited me
وَلَم أَنسَ طَيرَ القُرن لَيلَةَ زارَني
وَقَدand already حَلَّhe had settled فيin دَوحِthe great trees of الوِصالِunion وَعَشَّشاand nested
وَقَد حَلَّ في دَوحِ الوِصالِ وَعَشَّشا
Nor have I forgotten the bird of the tress the night he visited me,
having settled in the great trees of union and built his nest.
جَعَلتُI made يَديmy hand اليُمنىthe right غِطاءًa covering لِجيدِهِfor his neck
جَعَلتُ يَدي اليُمنى غِطاءً لِجيدِهِ
لِأَحياso I might live بِهِthrough him ضَمّاًby embracing وَيُسرايَand my left hand مفرشاa bed
لِأَحيا بِهِ ضَمّاً وَيُسرايَ مفرشا
I made my right hand a covering for his neck,
to live by embracing him, and my left hand a bed.
وَلَوand if لمnot يَكُنwere دِرياقthe antidote of فيهِhis mouth عَلىupon فَميmy mouth
وَلَو لم يَكُن دِرياق فيهِ عَلى فَمي
لُسِعتُI would have been bitten وَقَدwhile already أَرخىhe had let down مِنَof الشعرِhair اِحنُشاsnakes
لُسِعتُ وَقَد أَرخى مِنَ الشعرِ اِحنُشا
And had the antidote of his mouth not been upon mine,
I would have been bitten, for he had let down snakes of hair.
أَياO قَمَراًmoon أَمسىhas become لَهُfor him القَلبُthe heart مَنزِلاًa dwelling
أَيا قَمَراً أَمسى لَهُ القَلبُ مَنزِلاً
إِذاwhen مَرَhe passes بيby me مِنof بُرقُعِthe face-veil of الحُسنِbeauty فيin غِشاa covering
إِذا مَرَ بي مِن بُرقُعِ الحُسنِ في غِشا
O moon for whom my heart has become a home,
when he passes by me, wrapped in beauty’s face-veil,
سَلِask المُقلَةَthe eye النَجلاءwide and beautiful عَنabout ذيone possessed of صَبابَةٍardent longing
سَلِ المُقلَةَ النَجلاء عَن ذي صَبابَةٍ
تَصُدُّyou turn away فَلاso not يَدريhe can distinguish الصَباحَmorning مِنَfrom العِشاnightfall
تَصُدُّ فَلا يَدري الصَباحَ مِنَ العِشا
ask the wide, lovely eye about one consumed with longing:
you turn away, and he cannot tell morning from nightfall.
وَشىgossiped الناسُthe people أَنّيthat I am فيin هَواكَlove of you مُتَيَّمٌenslaved by love
وَشى الناسُ أَنّي في هَواكَ مُتَيَّمٌ
لَقَدindeed صَدَقَspoke truthfully الواشيthe talebearer النمومُthe inveterate gossip بِماin what وَشىhe told
لَقَد صَدَقَ الواشي النمومُ بِما وَشى
People gossiped that I am enslaved by love of you;
indeed, the gossiping talebearer spoke truly in what he told.