مَاwhat لِيfor me عَلَىdespite شَرَفِيmy honor وَرِفْعَةِand the loftiness of شَانِيmy standing
مَا لِي عَلَى شَرَفِي وَرِفْعَةِ شَانِي
وَعَظِيمِand the greatness of أَمْصَارِيmy cities وَعِزِّand the glory of مَكَانِيmy station
وَعَظِيمِ أَمْصَارِي وَعِزِّ مَكَانِي
Why, despite my honor and exalted rank,
The greatness of my cities and the glory of my station,
لَعِبَmade sport الْغَرَامُpassion بِمُهْجَتِيwith my lifeblood وَجَنَانِيand my heart
لَعِبَ الْغَرَامُ بِمُهْجَتِي وَجَنَانِي
عَجَباًhow strange يَهَابُfears اللَّيْثُthe lion حَدَّthe sharp edge of سِنَانِa spearhead
عَجَباً يَهَابُ اللَّيْثُ حَدَّ سِنَانِ
Has passion made sport of my lifeblood and my heart?
How strange: the lion fears a spear's sharp point,
وَأَهَابُand I fear لَحْظَthe glance of فَوَاتِرِlanguid الأَجْفَانِeyelids
وَأَهَابُ لَحْظَ فَوَاتِرِ الأَجْفَانِ
أَصْبَحْتُI have become فِيin أَمْرِthe matter of الْهَوَىlove مُتَعَجِّباًastonished
أَصْبَحْتُ فِي أَمْرِ الْهَوَى مُتَعَجِّباً
Yet I fear the glance of languid eyelids.
I have come to marvel at the ways of love:
أُهْدِيI offer إِلَىto الأَعْدَاءِthe enemies بَأْساًfierce might صَيِّبَاpouring down
أُهْدِي إِلَى الأَعْدَاءِ بَأْساً صَيِّبَا
وَأَرَىand I find الرَّدَىdeath فِيin الْحَرْبِwar عَذْباًsweet طَيِّباpleasant
وَأَرَى الرَّدَى فِي الْحَرْبِ عَذْباً طَيِّبا
I send my enemies a downpour of might,
And find death in war sweet and pleasant,
وَأُقَارِعُand I wrestle with الأَهْوَالَterrors لاَnot مُتَهَيِّبَاfearful
وَأُقَارِعُ الأَهْوَالَ لاَ مُتَهَيِّبَا
مِنْهَاof them سِوَىexcept الإِعْرَاضِrejection وَالْهِجْرَانِand abandonment
مِنْهَا سِوَى الإِعْرَاضِ وَالْهِجْرَانِ
And wrestle with terrors, unafraid
Of any but rejection and abandonment.
أَخْفَيْتُI hid سِرِّيmy secret فِيwithin الضُّلُوعِthe ribs مُكَتَّماًkept concealed
أَخْفَيْتُ سِرِّي فِي الضُّلُوعِ مُكَتَّماً
حَتَّىuntil وَشَىbetrayed دَمْعِيmy tears بِهِabout it وَتَكَلَّمًاand spoke
حَتَّى وَشَى دَمْعِي بِهِ وَتَكَلَّمًا
I hid my secret within my ribs, closely concealed,
Until my tears betrayed it and spoke.
وَأَصَابَand struck سَهْمُthe arrow of اللَّحْظِthe glance قَلْبِيmy heart إِذْwhen رَمَىshot
وَأَصَابَ سَهْمُ اللَّحْظِ قَلْبِي إِذْ رَمَى
وَتَمَلَّكَتْand possessed نَفْسِيmy soul ثَلاَثٌthree women كَالدُّمَىlike statues
وَتَمَلَّكَتْ نَفْسِي ثَلاَثٌ كَالدُّمَى
And the arrow of a glance struck my heart when loosed,
And three women, like statues, possessed my soul,
بِيضُwhite الْوُجُوهِfaces نَوَاعِمُsoft الأَبْدَانِbodies
بِيضُ الْوُجُوهِ نَوَاعِمُ الأَبْدَانِ
أَطْلَعْنَthey brought forth مِنْfrom غُرَرِsplendors of الْحِجَالِcurtained chambers الْبَاهِرِdazzling
أَطْلَعْنَ مِنْ غُرَرِ الْحِجَالِ الْبَاهِرِ
Fair of face and soft of body.
From the dazzling splendors of curtained chambers they brought forth
أَقْمَارَmoons of حُسْنٍbeauty تَحْتَbeneath سُودِblack غَدَائِرِtresses
أَقْمَارَ حُسْنٍ تَحْتَ سُودِ غَدَائِرِ
وًسَفَرْنَand they unveiled عَنْto reveal مِثْلِthe likeness of الصَّبَاحِthe dawn السَّافِرِunveiled
وًسَفَرْنَ عَنْ مِثْلِ الصَّبَاحِ السَّافِرِ
Moons of beauty beneath black tresses,
And unveiled faces like the unveiled dawn;
ككَوَاكِبِlike stars of الظَّلْمَاءِthe dark night لُحْنَthey appeared لِنَاظِرٍto a beholder
ككَوَاكِبِ الظَّلْمَاءِ لُحْنَ لِنَاظِرٍ
مِنْfrom فَوْقِabove أَغْصَانٍbranches عَلَىon كُثْبَانِdunes
مِنْ فَوْقِ أَغْصَانٍ عَلَى كُثْبَانِ
Like stars in the dark night, they appeared to a beholder
From above branches resting on dunes.
مِنْamong كُلِّeach نَاظِرِةٍgazing woman بِعَيْنَيْwith the two eyes of جُؤْذَرٍan oryx calf
مِنْ كُلِّ نَاظِرِةٍ بِعَيْنَيْ جُؤْذَرٍ
مُخْتَالَةٍproudly strutting فِيin الْحِلْيِjewelry ذَاتِpossessing تَبَخْتُرِa swaggering gait
مُخْتَالَةٍ فِي الْحِلْيِ ذَاتِ تَبَخْتُرِ
Each gazing with the two eyes of an oryx calf,
Proud in her jewels, with a swaggering gait,
تَعْطُوshe reaches out بِخُوطِwith a slender shoot of الْبَانَةِthe ban tree الْمُتَأَطِّرِbending
تَعْطُو بِخُوطِ الْبَانَةِ الْمُتَأَطِّرِ
هَذِيthis one الْهِلاَلthe crescent moon وَتِلْكَand that one بِنْتُdaughter of الْمُشْتَرِيJupiter
هَذِي الْهِلاَل وَتِلْكَ بِنْتُ الْمُشْتَرِي
Reaching out with a bending shoot of the ban tree.
This one is the crescent moon, and that one Jupiter's daughter
حُسْناًin beauty وَهَذِيand this one أُخْتُsister of غُصْنِa bough of الْبَانِthe ban tree
حُسْناً وَهَذِي أُخْتُ غُصْنِ الْبَانِ
لَمَّاwhen غَدَوْتُI became بِحُبِّهِنَّthrough loving them مُعَذَّباًtormented
لَمَّا غَدَوْتُ بِحُبِّهِنَّ مُعَذَّباً
In beauty; and this one is sister to a ban-tree bough.
When I became tormented by my love for them,
وَعَلِمْتُand I knew أَنِّيthat I لَمْdid not أُصَادِفْfind مَهْرَبَاan escape
وَعَلِمْتُ أَنِّي لَمْ أُصَادِفْ مَهْرَبَا
فَإِذَاso whenever دَعَوْتُI called لِسَلْوَةٍto forgetfulness قَلْبِيmy heart أَبَىrefused
فَإِذَا دَعَوْتُ لِسَلْوَةٍ قَلْبِي أَبَى
And knew that I had found no escape,
Whenever I called my heart to forget, it refused.
حَاَكَمْتُI sought judgment against فِيهِنَّconcerning them السُّلُوَّforgetfulness إِلَىbefore الصِّبَاyouth
حَاَكَمْتُ فِيهِنَّ السُّلُوَّ إِلَى الصِّبَا
فَقَضَىso it ruled بِسُلْطَانٍfor a sovereign عَلَىagainst سُلْطَانِa sovereign
فَقَضَى بِسُلْطَانٍ عَلَى سُلْطَانِ
I took my quarrel with forgetfulness over them before youth,
So it ruled for one sovereign against another.
عَجَباًhow strange لأَجْفَانٍat eyelids ضَعِيفَاتِweak in الْقُوَىstrength
عَجَباً لأَجْفَانٍ ضَعِيفَاتِ الْقُوَى
تَرَكَتْنِيthey left me رَهْنَhostage to السَّقَامِsickness بِلاَwithout دَوَاa remedy
تَرَكَتْنِي رَهْنَ السَّقَامِ بِلاَ دَوَا
How strange that eyelids, feeble in strength,
Left me hostage to sickness, without a cure!
وَلَوand if ألْهَوَىlove أَنْحَىbore down عَلَىupon جَبَلٍa mountain هَوَىit fell
وَلَو ألْهَوَى أَنْحَى عَلَى جَبَلٍ هَوَى
لاَdo not تَعْذِلُواreproach مَلِكاًa king تَذَلَّلَhumbled himself لِلْهَوَىto love
لاَ تَعْذِلُوا مَلِكاً تَذَلَّلَ لِلْهَوَى
Had love borne down upon a mountain, it would have fallen.
Do not reproach a king who has humbled himself to love:
ذُلُّabasement in الْهَوَىlove عِزٌّglory وَمُلْكٌand a kingship ثَانِsecond
ذُلُّ الْهَوَى عِزٌّ وَمُلْكٌ ثَانِ
مَاwhat لِيfor me وَغُصْنُand the branch of الْعُمْرِlife غَضٌّtender مَاnot ذَوَىwithered
مَا لِي وَغُصْنُ الْعُمْرِ غَضٌّ مَا ذَوَى
Abasement in love is glory and a second kingship.
What ails me, while life's branch is tender and unwithered,
وَالشَّمْلُand togetherness لاَdoes not تَدْنُوcome near إِلَيْهِto it يَدُthe hand of النَّوَىseparation
وَالشَّمْلُ لاَ تَدْنُو إِلَيْهِ يَدُ النَّوَى
أَطْوِيI fold الضُّلُوعَthe ribs عَلَىaround الصَّبَابَةِyearning وَالْجَوَىand burning anguish
أَطْوِي الضُّلُوعَ عَلَى الصَّبَابَةِ وَالْجَوَى
And the hand of separation does not approach our union,
That I fold my ribs around yearning and burning anguish?
إِنْif لَمْdo not أُطِعْI obey فِيهِنَّconcerning them سُلْطَانَthe authority of الْهَوَىlove
إِنْ لَمْ أُطِعْ فِيهِنَّ سُلْطَانَ الْهَوَى
كَلَفاًout of infatuation بِهِنَّwith them فَلَسْتُthen I am not مِنْof مَرْوَانِMarwan
كَلَفاً بِهِنَّ فَلَسْتُ مِنْ مَرْوَانِ
If I do not obey love's authority concerning them,
Out of ardor for them, then I am not of Marwan's line.
أَخْلَدْتُI yielded طَوْعاًwillingly لِلْهَوَىto love وَإِنَابَهْand in devotion
أَخْلَدْتُ طَوْعاً لِلْهَوَى وَإِنَابَهْ
وَلَئِنْand although نَحِلتُI grew gaunt ضَنىًfrom wasting sickness وَذُبْتُand I melted away كَآبَهْfrom grief
وَلَئِنْ نَحِلتُ ضَنىً وَذُبْتُ كَآبَهْ
I surrendered to love willingly and devotedly;
And although I grew gaunt with sickness and melted away in grief,
فَلَقَبْلُfor indeed, before مَاemphatic particle علِقَfell in love with الْوَلِيدُal-Walid حَبَابَةًHababa
فَلَقَبْلُ مَا علِقَ الْوَلِيدُ حَبَابَةً
مَاwhat ضَرَّharm أَنِّيthat I am عَبْدُهُنَّtheir slave صَبَابَهْout of yearning
مَا ضَرَّ أَنِّي عَبْدُهُنَّ صَبَابَهْ
Al-Walid had already fallen in love with Hababa before this.
What harm is there if I am their slave through yearning,
وَبَنُوand the sons of الزَّمَانِthe age وَهُنَّand they فِيamong عبْدَانِslaves
وَبَنُو الزَّمَانِ وَهُنَّ فِي عبْدَانِ
While the sons of the age, and they too, are among slaves?
Translation model: Sol 6.1