كَتَمتْshe concealed هوًىa passion قدalready لَجَّpersisted فيin أَشجانِهاher sorrows
كَتَمتْ هوًى قد لَجَّ في أَشجانِها
وَحَشَتْand she filled حَشَاهاher insides منfrom لَظَىthe blaze نِيرانِهاher fires
وَحَشَتْ حَشَاها من لَظَى نِيرانِها
She concealed a passion that persisted amid her sorrows,
She concealed a passion that burned within
And filled her insides with the blaze of her fires.
And suffered its fiery affliction therein
فَتشقَّقتْso she split open منbecause of حُبِّهاher love عَنrevealing حَبِّهاher seeds
فَتشقَّقتْ من حُبِّها عَن حَبِّها
وَجْداًin longing وقَدand indeed أَبدَىrevealed خَفَاthe hidden secret كِتمانِهاher concealment
وَجْداً وقَد أَبدَى خَفَا كِتمانِها
So, from love, she split open to reveal her seeds,
Then it burst forth from the love she suppressed
In longing, laying bare what her concealment had hidden.
Revealing the secret she long had confessed
رُمَّانةٌa pomegranate تَرميreach toward لهاtoward her أَيدِيthe hands النَّدَىdew; bounty
رُمَّانةٌ تَرمي لها أَيدِي النَّدَى
منfrom بَعْدِafter ماthe time that رَمَّتْshe decayed علىupon أَغصَانِهاher branches
من بَعْدِ ما رَمَّتْ على أَغصَانِها
A pomegranate, toward which the hands of dew reach,
A pomegranate showered by the dew's hands
After she had decayed upon her branches.
After shedding her blossoms in autumn's demands
فَاعجَبْso marvel وقدand indeed بَكَتِshe wept الدُّمُوعَtears عَقَائقاًagates
فَاعجَبْ وقد بَكَتِ الدُّمُوعَ عَقَائقاً
لاnot مِنfrom مَحاجرِهاher eye sockets ولاnor أَغْصَانِهاher branches
لا مِن مَحاجرِها ولا أَغْصَانِها
So marvel: she has wept tears of agate,
Marvel, that tears like carnations descend
Not from her eye sockets, nor from her branches.
Not from her eyes, nor the boughs she would bend