إلىtoward الإلْفَيْنthe two beloveds مِنْof أهْلٍfamily وَدارand home
إلى الإلْفَيْن مِنْ أهْلٍ وَدار
تأوّبنيrevisited me اشْتِياقِيmy longing وَادِّكاريand my remembrance
تأوّبني اشْتِياقِي وَادِّكاري
For my two beloveds—family and home—
To the two thousand people of family and home
my longing and remembrance revisited me.
My longing and recollection afflict me
وَحَنّand yearned القَلبthe heart أعْشاراًin fragments إلَيهاtoward it
وَحَنّ القَلب أعْشاراً إلَيها
حَنِينَthe yearning الوالِهاتthe distraught ones مِنamong العشارِthe heavily pregnant she-camels
حَنِينَ الوالِهات مِن العشارِ
And my heart, in fragments, yearned toward it,
And my heart yearns intensely for it
with the yearning of distraught, heavily pregnant she-camels.
The yearning of lovers from companionship
فبِتُّso I spent the night كأنيas though I تَوْقاًin yearning وشَوْقاًand longing
فبِتُّ كأني تَوْقاً وشَوْقاً
عَلَىupon مِثْلِthe likes of الأسِنَّةthe spearpoints والشفارِand knife-edges
عَلَى مِثْلِ الأسِنَّة والشفارِ
So I spent the night as though, in yearning and longing,
I spend the night as if I were yearning and pining
upon the likes of spearpoints and knife-edges.
For the likes of mouths and lips
وَماand not حَشْوُwhat fills الضُّلُوعِthe ribs سِوىother than أُوارٍburning heat
وَما حَشْوُ الضُّلُوعِ سِوى أُوارٍ
وَماand not نَوْمُthe sleep الجُفونthe eyelids سِوىother than غِرارِbrief snatches of sleep
وَما نَوْمُ الجُفون سِوى غِرارِ
And within my ribs is nothing but burning heat,
And the filling of my chest is naught but embers
and my eyelids' sleep is nothing but brief snatches.
And the sleep of my eyelids naught but delusion