مَنْwho ليfor me باحوىwith a dusky-lipped one منfrom among الآرامِthe white gazelles منتخبِchosen
مَنْ لي باحوى من الآرامِ منتخبِ
وظلمُهand his glistening saliva خيتعورٌa mirage سلdrawn out منfrom عِنَبِgrapes
وظلمُه خيتعورٌ سل من عِنَبِ
Who will bring me a dusky-lipped one, chosen from the white gazelles?
And his glistening saliva is a mirage drawn from grapes.
ونقطةٌand a speck منof عبيرperfume فوقَupon وجنتهhis cheek
ونقطةٌ من عبير فوقَ وجنته
كأنهاas though it رُمِيتْhad been cast فيinto لُجَّةِthe depths of اللَّهَبِthe flame
كأنها رُمِيتْ في لُجَّةِ اللَّهَبِ
And a speck of perfume rests upon his cheek,
As though it had been cast into the depths of flame.
وَصُدغهand his sidelock دبّcrept فوقover الوردthe rose يلثمهkissing it
وَصُدغه دبّ فوق الورد يلثمه
وخافand feared ضربةa blow أجفانeyelids علىin غضبanger
وخاف ضربة أجفان على غضب
And his sidelock crept across the rose, kissing it,
And feared a blow from angry eyelids.
وقدّهand his figure تُخْجِلُputs to shame الأغصانَthe branches ميستهhis graceful sway
وقدّه تُخْجِلُ الأغصانَ ميسته
وردفهand his buttocks قدhave indeed زرىput to shame بالموجِthe waves والكُثُبِand the dunes
وردفه قد زرى بالموجِ والكُثُبِ
And his figure's sway puts the branches to shame,
And his buttocks have put the waves and dunes to shame.
وفرعهُand his hair جُنْحُthe darkness of ليلٍnight فيin ضفيرتهhis braid
وفرعهُ جُنْحُ ليلٍ في ضفيرته
وثغرهand his mouth ضَرَبٌwhite honey يَفتْتَرْparts in a smile عنto reveal شَنَبِcool sweetness of the teeth
وثغره ضَرَبٌ يَفتْتَرْ عن شَنَبِ
And his hair, in its braid, is the darkness of night,
And his mouth is white honey, its smile revealing cool sweetness.
يَزورنيhe visits me والدُّجىand darkness جَِمَّabundant جلاببُهits cloaks
يَزورني والدُّجى جَِمَّ جلاببُه
والعالمونand people غفولٌheedless والرقيبُand the watcher غبيdull-witted
والعالمون غفولٌ والرقيبُ غبي
He visits me while night has cloaks aplenty,
And people are heedless, and the watcher dull-witted.
أضمُهI embrace him وجيوشُand the armies of الشوقِlonging تُسعدنيaid me
أضمُه وجيوشُ الشوقِ تُسعدني
والعَتْبُand reproach قَرْظهhis praise والقلبُand the heart فيin تعبweariness
والعَتْبُ قَرْظه والقلبُ في تعب
I embrace him, and longing's armies aid me,
And reproach is his praise, while my heart is weary.
عللتُهُI plied him with drink الصِّرفَunmixed wine حتىuntil صارhe began يسمحُgranting ليto me
عللتُهُ الصِّرفَ حتى صار يسمحُ لي
بماwith what يشحُhe withholds ويَدُنينيand draws me close علىwith رَغَبdesire
بما يشحُ ويَدُنيني على رَغَب
I plied him with unmixed wine until he began granting me
What he withholds, and drawing me close with desire.
طوراًat times يميلhe leans إلىtoward نحويmy direction وارشفهand I sip from him
طوراً يميل إلى نحوي وارشفه
وتارةand at another time ينثنيhe turns aside فيin اللَّهوamusement واللَّعبِand play
وتارة ينثني في اللَّهو واللَّعبِ
At times he leans toward me, and I sip from him,
And at other times he turns aside in pleasure and play.
وباتand he spent the night يقضيrepaying ديوناًdebts فيin الهوىlove وجبتthat became due
وبات يقضي ديوناً في الهوى وجبت
وملتand I leaned أقْبُضُto collect منهfrom him أولَthe beginning of الطَّلَبِthe demand
وملت أقْبُضُ منه أولَ الطَّلَبِ
And he spent the night repaying debts that love had made due,
And I leaned in to collect from him at the first demand.
حتىuntil ترنمَwarbled عصفورٌa sparrow بنغمتِهwith its melody
حتى ترنمَ عصفورٌ بنغمتِه
والنَّجْمُand the star بالغربِin the west يُبديdisplays الرَّقصthe dance بالطَرَبِwith delight
والنَّجْمُ بالغربِ يُبدي الرَّقص بالطَرَبِ
Until a sparrow warbled its melody,
And the star in the west displayed its joyous dance.
والصبحand dawn قَدَّtore قميصَthe shirt of الليلِthe night منfrom دُبُرٍbehind
والصبح قَدَّ قميصَ الليلِ من دُبُرٍ
وأسْهُمُand the arrows of الشمسthe sun ترميshoot at أعينَthe eyes of الشُهُبِthe bright stars
وأسْهُمُ الشمس ترمي أعينَ الشُهُبِ
And dawn tore the shirt of night from behind,
And the sun's arrows shot at the eyes of the bright stars.
وقامَand he rose فيin مذهبِthe course of التوديعِfarewell مسترعاًhastening
وقامَ في مذهبِ التوديعِ مسترعاً
والدمعand tears يَسْكبُهُhe sheds them نوعاًa kind منof الذَّهَبِgold
والدمع يَسْكبُهُ نوعاً من الذَّهَبِ
And he rose, hastening along the path of farewell,
And the tears he shed were a kind of gold.
وَدَعتُهI bade him farewell فَمَضَىthen he departed والذُّعرand fear يكتُمُهhe conceals it
وَدَعتُه فَمَضَى والذُّعر يكتُمُه
فيin مَلْبَسِa garment of الخَزِّsilk-and-wool fabric فيin مَلْبَسِa garment of القَصَبِfine linen
في مَلْبَسِ الخَزِّ في مَلْبَسِ القَصَبِ
I bade him farewell; he departed, concealing his fear,
In a robe of silk and wool, in a robe of fine linen.
ثمthen وجّهْتُI directed وَجَهَthe face of الحادياتِthe female camel-chanters إلىtoward
ثم وجّهْتُ وَجَهَ الحادياتِ إلى
نجلِthe son of الإمامِthe Imam رفيعlofty in النَّجرِlineage والرُّتَبِand ranks
نجلِ الإمامِ رفيع النَّجرِ والرُّتَبِ
Then I turned the camel-chanters' faces toward
The Imam's son, lofty in lineage and rank.
أعنيI mean سعيدَSa'id بنson of سلطانَSultan الذيwho فخرتtook pride
أعني سعيدَ بن سلطانَ الذي فخرت
بهin him الأعاجمُthe foreign peoples منamong تركٍTurks ومنand among عربِArabs
به الأعاجمُ من تركٍ ومن عربِ
I mean Sa'id bin Sultan, in whom take pride
The foreign peoples, Turks and Arabs alike.
زاكيpure الطباعin nature تقيdevout النفسin soul ذيendowed with كرمgenerosity
زاكي الطباع تقي النفس ذي كرم
نوالهhis bounty للورىfor humankind يغنيdispenses عنwith السحبthe rainclouds
نواله للورى يغني عن السحب
Pure in nature, devout in soul, endowed with generosity,
His bounty frees humankind from need of rainclouds.
شهمٌgallant لهhe has شيمةٌa character شَمّاءُlofty شاهرةٌmanifest
شهمٌ له شيمةٌ شَمّاءُ شاهرةٌ
أعداؤهhis enemies منهُat his hands فيin ذُلٍّhumiliation وفيand in نَصَبِhardship
أعداؤه منهُ في ذُلٍّ وفي نَصَبِ
A gallant man, with a lofty character plainly shown,
His foes suffer humiliation and hardship at his hands.
مَلْكٌa king يُديِرturns رَحَىthe millstone of الهيجاbattle بخِنْصَرِهِwith his little finger
مَلْكٌ يُديِر رَحَى الهيجا بخِنْصَرِهِ
أفنىannihilated الطغاةَthe tyrants بضربٍwith blows of السُمّرِthe tawny spears والقُضُبِand the sharp swords
أفنى الطغاةَ بضربٍ السُمّرِ والقُضُبِ
A king who turns the millstone of battle with his little finger,
He annihilated tyrants with blows of tawny spears and swords.
قدindeed حَدثَّتنيhave told me المعاليthe heights of glory إنthat ذاthis ملكاًa king
قد حَدثَّتني المعالي إن ذا ملكاً
أفعالُهhis deeds شُهِرَتbecame famous فيin سالفِbygone الحِقَبِages
أفعالُه شُهِرَت في سالفِ الحِقَبِ
Glory has indeed told me that this is a king
Whose deeds became famed in ages past.
فالسيفْfor the sword والخيلُand the horses تَرْويrecount عنabout مَعارِكهhis battles
فالسيفْ والخيلُ تَرْوي عن مَعارِكه
وأشْهَرتْand made known علمَهhis learning ليto me أصدقُthe most truthful الكُتُبِthe books
وأشْهَرتْ علمَه لي أصدقُ الكُتُبِ
For the sword and horses recount his battles,
And the truest books have made his learning known to me.
وأسْألُand I ask اللهَGod أنthat يبقيهHe preserve him فيin نِعَمٍblessings
وأسْألُ اللهَ أن يبقيه في نِعَمٍ
والخيرُand goodness يجريflows إليهtoward him جريُthe flow of مُنْسَرِبِa flowing stream
والخيرُ يجري إليه جريُ مُنْسَرِبِ
And I ask God to keep him amid blessings,
And goodness flows toward him like a stream.
أدامهmay He preserve him الرَّبُّthe Lord فيin مُلكٍkingship وفيand in فَرَحٍjoy
أدامه الرَّبُّ في مُلكٍ وفي فَرَحٍ
ياoh ليتَif only حُسَّادهhis enviers فيin باطنِthe depths of التُرُبِthe earth
يا ليتَ حُسَّاده في باطنِ التُرُبِ
May the Lord preserve him in kingship and joy,
Oh, if only his enviers lay deep beneath the earth!