بَدْرُa full moon تِمٍّat its fullest بِأُفْقِon the horizon of قَلْبيmy heart تَجَلَّىshone forth
بَدْرُ تِمٍّ بِأُفْقِ قَلْبي تَجَلَّى
جَلَّhe is sublime فيin الحُسْنِbeauty أنْto يُناعَتَbe described جَلّاsublime indeed
جَلَّ في الحُسْنِ أنْ يُناعَتَ جَلّا
A full moon shone forth on my heart's horizon.
In beauty he is beyond description—sublime indeed.
حَرَّمَhe forbade الوَصْلَunion والصُّدودَand rejection أحَلّاhe made lawful
حَرَّمَ الوَصْلَ والصُّدودَ أحَلّا
وضُروبَand kinds of الأسىsorrow بِصَدْريin my breast أحَلّاhe lodged
وضُروبَ الأسى بِصَدْري أحَلّا
He forbade union and made rejection lawful,
And lodged manifold sorrows in my breast.
كيفَhow قُلْtell ليme عَنfrom الهَوىlove يَتَسَلَّىhe finds consolation
كيفَ قُلْ لي عَن الهَوى يَتَسَلَّى
مَنْone who حَشاهُhis heart بِوَجْدِهِwith his longing يَتَصَلَّىburns
مَنْ حَشاهُ بِوَجْدِهِ يَتَصَلَّى
How, tell me, can love be forgotten
By one whose heart burns with longing?
حُسْنُbeauty of خَلْقٍform وحُسْنُand beauty of خُلْقٍcharacter فمنَso who لاdoes not
حُسْنُ خَلْقٍ وحُسْنُ خُلْقٍ فمنَ لا
يَصْطَفيهِchooses him وإنْand even if جَفاهُhe shuns him ومَلّاand grows weary
يَصْطَفيهِ وإنْ جَفاهُ ومَلّا
Beauty of form and beauty of character—who would not
Choose him, even if he shuns him and tires of him?
ياO عَذُوليmy reproacher عَلىfor تَجَنِّيهِhis unjust treatment مَهْلاgently!
يا عَذُولي عَلى تَجَنِّيهِ مَهْلا
لاdo not تَلُمْنيblame me فَقَدْfor indeed بَداhas become clear العُذْرُthe excuse مَهْdesist! لاno!
لا تَلُمْني فَقَدْ بَدا العُذْرُ مَهْ لا
O you who reproach me for his cruelty, be gentle!
Do not blame me; my excuse is clear. Stop—no more!
كلُّevery عَذْلٍreproach قَدْalready صُغْتَyou have fashioned فيهِabout him اضْمَحَلّاhas vanished
كلُّ عَذْلٍ قَدْ صُغْتَ فيهِ اضْمَحَلّا
عِنْدَbefore قَلْبيmy heart إذْsince لاnot يُوافيit reaches مَحَلّاa resting place
عِنْدَ قَلْبي إذْ لا يُوافي مَحَلّا
Every reproach you have fashioned about him has vanished
Before my heart, for it finds no resting place.
Translation model: Sol 6.1