أَلالَيتَAh, if only شِعريmy knowing هَلwhether أَبيتَنَّI shall spend the night لَيلَةًa night
أَلالَيتَ شِعري هَل أَبيتَنَّ لَيلَةً
بِحَرَّةِin the lava field of لَيلىLayla حَيثُwhere رَبَّتَنيraised me أَهليmy family
بِحَرَّةِ لَيلى حَيثُ رَبَّتَني أَهلي
Ah, if only I knew: shall I spend a night
I wish I knew if you ever spent a night
In the lava field of Layla, where my family raised me?
In the desolation of Layla's abode where I was raised
بِلادٌa land بِهاin it نيطتwere hung عَلَيَّupon me تَمائِميmy amulets
بِلادٌ بِها نيطت عَلَيَّ تَمائِمي
وَقُطِّعنَand they were cut off عَنّيfrom me حينَwhen أَدرَكَنيreached me عَقليmy reason
وَقُطِّعنَ عَنّي حينَ أَدرَكَني عَقلي
A land where my amulets were hung upon me,
A land where my talismans were tied
And cut away from me when I attained reason.
And I was cut off when my reason fully formed
وَهَلand whether أَسمَعَنَّI shall hear الدَّهرَever أَصواتَthe calls of هَجمَةٍa camel herd
وَهَل أَسمَعَنَّ الدَّهرَ أَصواتَ هَجمَةٍ
تَطالَعُcomes into view مِنfrom هَجلٍa hollow خَصيبٍfertile إِلىto هَجلِa hollow
تَطالَعُ مِن هَجلٍ خَصيبٍ إِلى هَجلِ
And shall I ever hear the calls of a camel herd,
Did you ever hear the sounds of a warring tribe
Emerging from one lush hollow into another,
Coming from a lush encampment to another
صُهَيبِيَّةٍSuhaybi صَفراءَyellow تُلقيit brings forth رِباعَهاits spring-born calves
صُهَيبِيَّةٍ صَفراءَ تُلقي رِباعَها
بِمُنعَرِجِat the bend of الصَمّانِal-Samman وَالجَرَعِand the sandy flats السَّهلِsmooth
بِمُنعَرِجِ الصَمّانِ وَالجَرَعِ السَّهلِ
Yellow Suhaybi camels, bringing forth their spring-born calves,
A blond, yellow Sahiba crying her laments
At the bend of al-Samman and on the smooth sandy flats?
At the hillside’s bend and easy drinking place
تَحِنُّit lows plaintively فَأَبكيso I weep كُلَّماwhenever ذَرَّrises شارِقٌthe rising sun
تَحِنُّ فَأَبكي كُلَّما ذَرَّ شارِقٌ
وَذاكَand that عَلىfor المُشتاقِone who yearns قَتلٌa killing مِنَamong القَتلِkilling
وَذاكَ عَلى المُشتاقِ قَتلٌ مِنَ القَتلِ
They low, and I weep whenever the sun rises,
She weeps so I weep whenever dawn breaks
And that, for one who yearns, is a death among deaths.
And that is death itself for the longing lover
وَهَلand whether أَجمَعَنَّI shall bring together الدَّهرَever كَفَّيَّmy two palms جَمعَةًonce
وَهَل أَجمَعَنَّ الدَّهرَ كَفَّيَّ جَمعَةً
بِمَفضومَةِaround one slender in الكَشحَينِthe two flanks ذاتِhaving شِوىًlimbs عَبلِfleshy
بِمَفضومَةِ الكَشحَينِ ذاتِ شِوىً عَبلِ
And shall I ever once clasp both my hands
Did you ever gather on a Friday
Around a slender-waisted woman with full limbs,
With curled sandals and shifted saddlecloth
مُحَلَّلَةٍlawful ليto me لاnot حَراماًunlawfully أَتَيتُهاI approached her
مُحَلَّلَةٍ لي لا حَراماً أَتَيتُها
مِنَof الطيِّباتِthe pure women حينَwhen تَركُضُshe runs فيin الحِجلِthe anklet
مِنَ الطيِّباتِ حينَ تَركُضُ في الحِجلِ
Lawful to me, whom I did not approach unlawfully,
Lawful for me, I did no wrong in partaking
One of the pure women, as she runs in her anklets,
Of life’s goodness when she runs at pasture
تَميلُshe leans إِذاwhen مالَinclined الضَجيعُthe bedmate بِعِطفِهاwith her flank
تَميلُ إِذا مالَ الضَجيعُ بِعِطفِها
كَماjust as مالَleaned دِعصٌa sand mound مِنfrom ذُراthe crests of عَقِدِclustered heaps of الرَملِsand
كَما مالَ دِعصٌ مِن ذُرا عَقِدِ الرَملِ
Who leans when her bedmate inclines her side,
She leans when the resting camel leans
As a sand mound leans from the crests of piled-up dunes?
As a palm trunk sways atop the dune’s ridge
فَإِنso if كُنتَyou are عَنfrom تِلكَthose المَواطِنِdwelling places حابِسيkeeping me
فَإِن كُنتَ عَن تِلكَ المَواطِنِ حابِسي
فَأَيسِرthen make easy عَلَيَّfor me الرِزقَlivelihood وَإِجمَعand reunite إِذاًthen شَمليmy household
فَأَيسِر عَلَيَّ الرِزقَ وَإِجمَع إِذاً شَملي
So if you are keeping me from those dwelling places,
If you have denied me those dwelling places
Then ease my livelihood and reunite my household.
Make sustenance easy and reunite my clan