لوif ذُقْتَyou had tasted حينwhen عَتَبتَyou reproached أَيْسرَthe least of حُبِّهlove for him
لو ذُقْتَ حين عَتَبتَ أَيْسرَ حُبِّه
لَعلِمتَyou would have known حُلْوَthe sweetness of غرامِهpassion for him منfrom صابِهits bitter sap
لَعلِمتَ حُلْوَ غرامِه من صابِه
If, when you reproached me, you had tasted the least measure of love for him,
Had you tasted when you blamed the easiest of his love,
you would have distinguished its sweetness from its bitter sap.
You would have known the sweetness of his passion from the one who quenched it.
ومنand among البليةِcalamities أنْthat يلومَshould reproach أخاa brother of الهوىlove
ومن البليةِ أنْ يلومَ أخا الهوى
مَنone who ليسdoes not يعلمُknow سهلَهits ease منfrom صَعْبِهits hardship
مَن ليس يعلمُ سهلَه من صَعْبِه
And it is a calamity for a lover to be blamed
And it is a disaster that the lover should blame his brother in love,
by one who cannot tell love's ease from its hardship.
One who does not know its plains from its rough terrain.
ماwhat أنتare you منهto him إذاwhen تَطاولَgrew long ليلُهhis night
ما أنت منه إذا تَطاولَ ليلُه
قَلَقاin anxiety ولَجَّتْand persisted مُقْلَتاهhis two eyes بِشُهْبِهin watching its shooting stars
قَلَقا ولَجَّتْ مُقْلَتاه بِشُهْبِه
What are you to him when his night drags on
You are not like him when his night grew long,
in anguish, his eyes stubbornly fixed on its shooting stars,
Restless, and his eyelids were laden with their hoarfrost.
وثمِلتand grew drunk منfrom كأسthe cup of الهوىlove ويدُwhile the hand of الهوىlove
وثمِلت من كأس الهوى ويدُ الهوى
تسقىwaters جوارحَهhis limbs بميَسمwith the branding iron of كَرْبِهhis anguish
تسقى جوارحَه بميَسم كَرْبِه
and drunk on the cup of love, while love's hand
And I became drunk from the cup of love while the hand of love
waters his limbs with the branding iron of his anguish?
Quenched its limbs with the pure wine of his anguish.
أناI بعضُam one of منthose whose سَبَتِtook captive اللِّحاظُglances فؤادَهhis heart
أنا بعضُ من سَبَتِ اللِّحاظُ فؤادَه
فسَرَىso he journeyed by night ولمand did not يَحْفِلcare بلأمِةabout the armor of حَرْبهhis battle
فسَرَى ولم يَحْفِل بلأمِة حَرْبه
I am one of those whose hearts glances have taken captive,
I am some of those whose innermost beings were captivated by the cheek's radiance,
who then went forth by night, heedless of their battle armor.
So it walked away heedless of the blame of its war.
ياO ساكنيdwellers of مصرٍEgypt أمَاis there not منany رحمةٍmercy
يا ساكني مصرٍ أمَا من رحمةٍ
لمتيَّمٍfor a love-stricken man ذهبَhas gone off الغرامُpassion بلُبِّهwith his reason
لمتيَّمٍ ذهبَ الغرامُ بلُبِّه
O dwellers of Egypt, is there no mercy
O dwellers of Egypt, is there no mercy
for a love-stricken man whose reason passion has carried away?
For an afflicted one whose love has claimed his heart?
أمِنis it part of المروءةِchivalry أنthat يزورَshould visit بلادكمyour land
أمِن المروءةِ أن يزورَ بلادكم
مثلىsomeone like me ويرجعَand return مُعْدِماbereft منof قلبهhis heart
مثلى ويرجعَ مُعْدِما من قلبه
Is it chivalrous that your land should be visited
Is it manly to visit your lands,
by one like me, and that he should return bereft of his heart?
Like me, and return with his heart ruined?
بيafflicting me منكمُfrom among you خَنِثُlanguid الجفونthe eyelids يَشوبُهاtinges them
بي منكمُ خَنِثُ الجفون يَشوبُها
خَفَرٌbashfulness أَقامbrought about قيامَةthe Judgment Day of المُتَنبِّهthe wakeful one
خَفَرٌ أَقام قيامَة المُتَنبِّه
I am smitten with one of you, whose languid eyelids are tinged
My eyelids, delicate like a young girl's, are clouded
with a bashfulness that has brought Judgment Day upon the wakeful.
By sorrow that roused the one taking a nap.
ماءwater يموجُripples بهwithin him النعيمbliss لطافةًin delicacy
ماء يموجُ به النعيم لطافةً
لولاbut for غِلالتُهhis thin tunic لفُزْتُI would have succeeded بشُرْبهin drinking him
لولا غِلالتُه لفُزْتُ بشُرْبه
He is water, so delicate, in which bliss ripples;
Water whose waves pleasure makes delicate—
but for his thin tunic, I would have won a draught of him.
Had it not been for its turbidity, I would have won drinking it—
يبدوhe appears فتستحلىso find sweet العيونُthe eyes مَذاقَهhis taste
يبدو فتستحلى العيونُ مَذاقَه
نَظَراby gazing وتحترقand burn القلوبthe hearts بحبهwith love for him
نَظَرا وتحترق القلوب بحبه
He appears, and the eyes find his taste sweet
Appears, so eyes find savor in looking at it,
by gazing, while hearts burn with love for him.
And hearts are seared with love of it.
صَلِفhaughty تَوقَّفتhalted المطامعُhopes دونَهshort of him
صَلِف تَوقَّفت المطامعُ دونَه
فالشمسُfor the sun أيسرُeasier مَطْلَباto attain منthan قُربْهnearness to him
فالشمسُ أيسرُ مَطْلَبا من قُربْه
He is haughty; hopes stop short of him,
Austere, hopes stopped short of reaching it,
for the sun is easier to attain than nearness to him.
For the sun is easier to obtain than nearness to it.
مَنْwho راحِمٌis merciful منwho عاصِمٌis a protector منwho حاكِمis a judge
مَنْ راحِمٌ من عاصِمٌ من حاكِم
فيهconcerning him فيُنصِفَand so grant justice to ذِلَّتيmy abasement منagainst عُجْبهhis conceit
فيه فيُنصِفَ ذِلَّتي من عُجْبه
Who will show mercy? Who will protect? Who will judge
Who will show mercy, or protect me, or rule
his case and secure justice for my abasement against his conceit?
Over it and do justice for my marvel at its pride?
ولقدand indeed عزمتُI resolved علىupon السلوِّforgetting love مصمِّماwith firm resolve
ولقد عزمتُ على السلوِّ مصمِّما
فإذاbut behold الجوانحُthe ribs كلهاall of them منof حِزْبِهhis faction
فإذا الجوانحُ كلها من حِزْبِه
And indeed, I resolved with firm intent to forget him,
I had resolved to be compliant, determined,
but behold, all my ribs belonged to his faction.
But then my wings were all of its party.
وإذاand behold هَواهُlove for him أحاطclosed in بيaround me فكأننيso it is as though I
وإذا هَواهُ أحاط بي فكأنني
فيهwithin it علىwith التحريرِprecision نُقْطةُthe point of قُطبِهits pivot
فيه على التحريرِ نُقْطةُ قُطبِه
And behold, love for him encircled me, so it was as though I
And when it loved me, it was as if I was,
were within it, to be exact, the point at its pivot.
In it, the point of its axis' stillness.