رُبّmany a رِيمٍgazelle رَامsought قَلبِيmy heart مُبرَمَاfirmly lodging
رُبّ رِيمٍ رَام قَلبِي مُبرَمَا
فِيهِin it سَهماًan arrow جَاءَcame عَنfrom غَيرِother than قسِيbows
فِيهِ سَهماً جَاءَ عَن غَيرِ قسِي
Many a gazelle has aimed at my heart, firmly lodging
Often, my resolute heart was struck
within it an arrow that came from no bow.
By an arrow that came from one I knew not
مَنwho رَأَىhas seen ظَبَياًa gazelle أرَانَاshowed us أَسهُمَاarrows
مَن رَأَى ظَبَياً أرَانَا أَسهُمَا
مِنfrom لِحَاظِglances كَعُيُونِlike the eyes النَّرجَسِof the narcissus
مِن لِحَاظِ كَعُيُونِ النَّرجَسِ
Who has seen a gazelle showing us arrows
Whoever saw a gazelle guide us to its arrows
from glances like the eyes of narcissi?
With the glances of narcissus eyes
يَاO نَدِيمِيmy drinking companion قُمrise صفَاbecame serene وقتُthe time الهَنَاof joy
يَا نَدِيمِي قُم صفَا وقتُ الهَنَا
فَاملso fill ليfor me الكَأسthe cup وعجّلand hurry بالطُّلاwith the wine
فَامل لي الكَأس وعجّل بالطُّلا
O my drinking companion, rise: the hour of joy has become serene.
My friend, arise, it's time for joy
Fill my cup, and hasten with the wine.
Fill up my cup and hurry with the drinks
وَأدِرهَاand pass it around خَمرَةًwine تُولِيgrants المُنَاwishes
وَأدِرهَا خَمرَةً تُولِي المُنَا
فَزَمَانُfor the time الأُنسِof companionship بِالبشرِwith cheerfulness حُلاَgrew sweet
فَزَمَانُ الأُنسِ بِالبشرِ حُلاَ
And pass it round—a wine that grants wishes,
And turn it into a wine that makes us tipsy
for the time of companionship grows sweet with cheer.
For the time of conviviality with people is sweet
وحَكتand mirrored بالأنجُمِwith stars الرّوضthe garden السَّمَاthe sky
وحَكت بالأنجُمِ الرّوض السَّمَا
إذwhen غَدتcame to be بالزّهرِin blossoms مِنهاfrom it تَكتَسيclothed itself
إذ غَدت بالزّهرِ مِنها تَكتَسي
And the sky, with its stars, mirrored the garden,
The meadow was adorned with stars
as it came to clothe itself in blossoms of its own.
As it dawned cloaked in flowers
وَحَبَاand bestowed الأغصَانَon the branches طُرزاًembroidered designs مُعلماrichly patterned
وَحَبَا الأغصَانَ طُرزاً مُعلما
حِينماwhen ماسswayed بأبهىin the finest ملبسattire
حِينما ماس بأبهى ملبس
And it bestowed richly patterned embroidery on the branches,
And the branches were decorated, embellished
when it swayed in the finest attire.
As she wore the most beautiful attire
ماnot (in a question) ترىyou see ياO صاحfriend أغصانthe branches الربىof the hills
ما ترى يا صاح أغصان الربى
مايلاتswaying القدin form منfrom خمرthe wine السحابof the clouds
مايلات القد من خمر السحاب
Do you not see, my friend, the branches on the hills,
What do you see, my friend, the branches of the shrub
their forms swaying from the wine of the clouds?
Swaying gently with the wine of clouds
حَرّكَتهاstirred them سَحرَةًat dawn أيديthe hands الصّباof the east wind
حَرّكَتها سَحرَةً أيدي الصّبا
فصباso yearned القلبthe heart إليهاfor them باكتئابwith melancholy
فصبا القلب إليها باكتئاب
The hands of the east wind stirred them at dawn,
Moved by the magic hands of the morning breeze
and the heart yearned for them in melancholy.
So my heart poured towards it, yearning
ومنand of الزهرthe blossoms علىupon أعلىthe highest parts قباa robe
ومن الزهر على أعلى قبا
ومنand of الروحthe breeze لهاfor them أعلىthe loftiest قبابdomes
ومن الروح لها أعلى قباب
And a robe of blossoms lies upon their tops,
With flowers upon its highest crests
and of the breeze, the loftiest domes are theirs.
And with spirit upon its highest domes
أقطَعَتهاallotted them السُّحبُthe clouds داراًa dwelling مثلماjust as
أقطَعَتها السُّحبُ داراً مثلما
كستclothed الروضthe garden بثوبin a garment دنسsoiled
كست الروض بثوب دنس
The clouds allotted them a dwelling, just as
The clouds made it a home as they adorned
they clothed the garden in a soiled garment.
The meadow in a soiled gown
وشذَاand the fragrance عرفscent نسيمof a breeze هَينَمَاmurmured softly
وشذَا عرف نسيم هَينَمَا
وكذاand thus يفعلacts زاكيone pure النفسof soul
وكذا يفعل زاكي النفس
And the fragrance of a breeze murmured softly,
And the scent of the gentle breeze spread
and thus acts one whose soul is pure.
As does one pure of soul
مَاwhat لِلاحِfor a reproacher مُذsince لَحضاa glance (unclear spelling) طَابgrew sweet الهَوىlove
مَا لِلاحِ مُذ لَحضا طَاب الهَوى
فِيfor حَبِيبٍa beloved وجهُهُhis face يَحكيresembles القَمرthe moon
فِي حَبِيبٍ وجهُهُ يَحكي القَمر
What can a reproacher do? Since that glance, love has grown sweet
What ails the lover since love was sweet
for a beloved whose face mirrors the moon.
For a beloved whose face tells of the moon
لَذّbecame sweet لِيto me فِيin حُبِّهِhis love مُرّthe bitterness النَّوىof separation
لَذّ لِي فِي حُبِّهِ مُرّ النَّوى
وارتِكَابُand braving الهَولِterror يَوماًone day إنif خطَرit arises
وارتِكَابُ الهَولِ يَوماً إن خطَر
In loving him, the bitterness of separation is sweet to me,
Joyous for me is his ardent love
as is braving terror one day, should it arise.
And facing horrors if they loomed
مَاwhat blame عَلَىupon مَنone whose نَجمُهُhis star فِيهشin him (final ش unclear) هَوىfell
مَا عَلَى مَن نَجمُهُ فِيهش هَوى
حِينمَاwhen صدَturned away دلالاًin coquetry ونَفَرand fled
حِينمَا صدَ دلالاً ونَفَر
What blame is there on one whose star has fallen because of him,
It matters not to one whose star love struck
when he turned away in coquetry and fled?
When he refused familiarity and turned away
أحورِيّdark-eyed اللَّحظِin gaze مَعسُولُhoney-sweet اللَّمَاthe lips' dark hue
أحورِيّ اللَّحظِ مَعسُولُ اللَّمَا
فَاحِمُcoal-black الشَّعرِin hair شَهِيّdelectable اللَّعَسِthe lips' dusky hue
فَاحِمُ الشَّعرِ شَهِيّ اللَّعَسِ
Dark-eyed in his gaze, honey-sweet in his dusky lips,
Of mesmerizing glances and smooth talk
coal-black of hair, with delectable, dark-tinted lips.
A heated poet and relaxed jester
ثَغرُهُhis mouth أبدىrevealed لناto us برقthe lightning السَّمَاof the sky
ثَغرُهُ أبدى لنا برق السَّمَا
وأثيثand luxuriant الشعرhair ثوبa garment الغلسof predawn darkness
وأثيث الشعر ثوب الغلس
His mouth revealed to us the sky's lightning,
His mouth smiles with the radiance of heaven
and his luxuriant hair was a garment of predawn darkness.
And the adornment of poetry a cloak of hides
يَاO لهُfor him بَدراًa full moon حمىbarred طَيفthe phantom الكرىof sleep
يَا لهُ بَدراً حمى طَيف الكرى
قَدّهُhis stature والعرفand the mane عضبٌa keen sword وأسَلand spears
قَدّهُ والعرف عضبٌ وأسَل
Ah, what a full moon, barring the phantom of sleep!
O what a full moon preserving the apparition
His stature and mane—a keen blade and spears.
His stature and honor are sticks and canes
فِيin دُجَىthe darkness شَعرٍof hair لهbelonging to him بَدرٌa full moon سَرىjourneyed by night
فِي دُجَى شَعرٍ له بَدرٌ سَرى
وبِشَمسِand beside the sun الوَجهِof the face لَيلٌa night قدhas َنَزَلdescended
وبِشَمسِ الوَجهِ لَيلٌ قد َنَزَل
Through the darkness of his hair, a full moon journeyed by night,
Amidst the darkness of his hair lies a beaming moon
and beside the sun of his face, night has descended.
And with the sun-like face, night has fallen
خِلتُI imagined فِيin جفينهhis eyelid سَادَheld sway الشَّرَىal-Sharā (unclear reference)
خِلتُ فِي جفينه سَادَ الشَّرَى
وَعلَىand over أعطَافِهِhis shoulders لَيلُa night سُدِلwas draped
وَعلَى أعطَافِهِ لَيلُ سُدِل
I fancied al-Sharā holding sway within his eyelid,
In his eyelids, the crescent reclines
while over his shoulders a night was draped.
And darkness drapes his temples
سَاحِرُenchanting المُقلَةِof eye مَعشُوقُbeloved الدّماof beautiful maidens
سَاحِرُ المُقلَةِ مَعشُوقُ الدّما
قَمَرُmoon الأُفُقِof the horizon وَظَبيُand gazelle المِكنَسِof the covert
قَمَرُ الأُفُقِ وَظَبيُ المِكنَسِ
Enchanting of eye, beloved of beautiful maidens,
Sorcerer of the eyelash, beloved of the tent
the moon of the horizon and the gazelle of the covert,
Moon of horizons and gazelle of the broom
ذُوpossessing لِحَاظٍglances كَمhow much أرَاقَتthey shed مِنof دِماblood
ذُو لِحَاظٍ كَم أرَاقَت مِن دِما
وَهيَand they تُزرِيcast contempt بِالجِوَارِon the coursing stars الكُنَّسِthat hide away
وَهيَ تُزرِي بِالجِوَارِ الكُنَّسِ
possessed of glances—how much blood they have shed!
With a glance that shed so much blood
And they put the coursing, retreating stars to shame.
As it flirted with the nearby neighbors