طَائِرُbird القَلبِthe heart طارflew عنfrom وكرِيmy nest
طَائِرُ القَلبِ طار عن وكرِي
مِنfrom ثَنَايَاthe folds الضُّلُوعthe ribs
مِن ثَنَايَا الضُّلُوع
The bird of my heart flew from my nest,
The bird of my heart flew from my nest
from the folds of the ribs.
From between my ribs
وَرَضَىand was content بِالنَّوَىwith separation ولَمand did not أدرِI know
وَرَضَى بِالنَّوَى ولَم أدرِ
هَلwhether لَهُfor it مِنany رُجُوعreturn
هَل لَهُ مِن رُجُوع
And it was content with separation, and I did not know
And was content with fate though I did not know
whether it would ever return.
If it would return
آهah منِfrom لَوعَةanguish بَرَدتwore away كَبِدشيmy liver (unclear spelling)
آه منِ لَوعَة بَرَدت كَبِدشي
يَومَthe day حَثُّواthey urged onward الرّكَابthe riding camels
يَومَ حَثُّوا الرّكَاب
Ah, the anguish that wore away my liver,
Oh what burning anguish chilled its liver
on the day they urged the camels onward,
The day they hurried to saddle up
حِينَwhen بِعتٌُI sold الحِجَاreason يداًhand بيَدِin hand
حِينَ بِعتٌُ الحِجَا يداً بيَدِ
واشتَرَيتُand I bought العَذَابtorment
واشتَرَيتُ العَذَاب
when I sold reason, hand to hand,
When the pilgrims were sold hand in hand
and bought torment.
And I bought torment
وَمَضَتand departed مُهجَتِيmy heart's blood بِلاَwithout قَوَدِblood-revenge
وَمَضَت مُهجَتِي بِلاَ قَوَدِ
بَينَamong تِلكَthose القِبَابthe domed tents
بَينَ تِلكَ القِبَاب
And my heart's blood was lost without requital
And my love went away without supplies
among those domed tents.
Between those tents
تَرَكُونِيthey left me مُلاَزِمَbound to الفِكرِthought
تَرَكُونِي مُلاَزِمَ الفِكرِ
وَاقَِفاًstanding بِالرّبُوعat the encampments
وَاقَِفاً بِالرّبُوع
They left me bound to thought,
They left me absorbed in thought
standing at the encampments.
Standing at the hillsides
أسألُI ask الليلَthe night عنabout ضِيَاthe light الفَجرِthe dawn
أسألُ الليلَ عن ضِيَا الفَجرِ
هَلwhether لَهُfor it مِنany طُلُوعrising
هَل لَهُ مِن طُلُوع
I ask the night about the dawn's light:
I ask the night about the light of dawn
will it ever rise?
Will it rise again
لاَno وَسِحرِby the spell of الجفونِthe eyelids لمdid not أنسَاI forget
لاَ وَسِحرِ الجفونِ لم أنسَا
عَهدَنَاour time together بِالحِمَىin the sanctuary
عَهدَنَا بِالحِمَى
No, by the spell of eyelids, I have not forgotten
No, by the sorcery of eyelids I do not forget
our days in the sanctuary,
Our days of fever
إذwhen رَشَفنَاwe sipped مُرَاشِفاًlips لُعساdusky
إذ رَشَفنَا مُرَاشِفاً لُعسا
وَاعتصَرنَاand we pressed out اللَّمَاthe lips' dusky hue
وَاعتصَرنَا اللَّمَا
when we sipped at dusky lips
When we lay close, sipping
and pressed out their dusky hue,
And squeezed the citrus
وَشَرِبنَاand we drank مِنfrom كاسِهاits cup شَمسَاa sun
وَشَرِبنَا مِن كاسِها شَمسَا
كُلِّلَتwas crowned أَنجُمَاstars
كُلِّلَت أَنجُمَا
and drank a sun from its cup,
And drank from its cup, crowned
crowned with stars,
With stars
وفَنَائِيand my loss of self بِمُنيَةِat Munyat الصَّدرِal-Sadr
وفَنَائِي بِمُنيَةِ الصَّدرِ
مَعَwith ظَبيٍa gazelle مَرُوعstartled
مَعَ ظَبيٍ مَرُوع
nor my loss of self at Munyat al-Sadr,
And my demise with the death of my chest
with a startled gazelle,
With a frightened gazelle
مايِسِswaying القَدّthe stature نَاحِلِslender الخِصرthe waist
مايِسِ القَدّ نَاحِلِ الخِصر
سَالِبٍstealing كُلevery رُوعٌheart
سَالِبٍ كُل رُوعٌ
swaying in stature, slender of waist,
Weak in the knees and hips
stealing every heart.
Robbed of all calm
إيyes يَدُthe hand البينseparation صَيرتmade جسميmy body
إي يَدُ البين صَيرت جسمي
مَرتَعاًa pasture لِلسِّقَامfor sickness
مَرتَعاً لِلسِّقَام
Yes, separation's hand made my body
Oh hand of separation you made my body
a pasture for sickness.
A pasture for sickness
صَيَّرَتنِيmade me بِهِthrough it قُوَىthe powers of عَزمِيmy resolve
صَيَّرَتنِي بِهِ قُوَى عَزمِي
حَابِساًa jailer للِغَرَامof passion
حَابِساً للِغَرَام
Through it, my strength of will made me
You made me, with it, my strong will
a jailer of passion.
A prisoner of passion
صِحتُI cried out مذsince أنحَلَwasted الهَوَىlove رَسمِيmy form
صِحتُ مذ أنحَلَ الهَوَى رَسمِي
طَامِعاًhoping فِيfor السَّلاَمpeace
طَامِعاً فِي السَّلاَم
I have cried out since love wasted my form,
I recovered when love's tattoo on me faded
hoping for peace:
Yearning for peace
شَفَّنيwore me thin الوَجدُlonging فاقبلواso accept عُذرِيmy excuse
شَفَّني الوَجدُ فاقبلوا عُذرِي
وَاعدِلُواand do justice بِالرّجُوعby returning
وَاعدِلُوا بِالرّجُوع
Longing has worn me thin, so accept my excuse
Passion healed me so accept my apology
and do me justice by returning.
And return
وَمِنَand from الوَجدِlonging هِمتُI wandered lovesick لاَnot أدرِيI know
وَمِنَ الوَجدِ هِمتُ لاَ أدرِي
لَذّةًpleasure لِلهُجُوعin sleep
لَذّةً لِلهُجُوع
And from longing I wandered, knowing no
And from passion I craved, not knowing
pleasure in sleep.
The joy of famishing
لاَno وَحَقّby the sacred claim of الوِدَادِlove لاَnot أسلُوI forget
لاَ وَحَقّ الوِدَادِ لاَ أسلُو
حُسنthe beauty تِلكَthose اللَّيالthe nights
حُسن تِلكَ اللَّيال
No, by love's sacred claim, I shall not forget
No, and by the sincerity of love, I won't forget
the beauty of those nights,
The beauty of those nights
إذwhen ثَوَينَاwe dwelt بِسَجعِهَاamid their cooing نَخلُوwe were alone
إذ ثَوَينَا بِسَجعِهَا نَخلُو
لَمdid not يَرُعنَاfrighten us الزّوالpassing
لَم يَرُعنَا الزّوال
when we dwelt amid their cooing, alone together;
When we rested in its valleys, alone
their passing did not frighten us.
Unworried by time
وَرَشَفنَاand we sipped مَرَاشِفاًlips تَحلُوtasted sweet
وَرَشَفنَا مَرَاشِفاً تَحلُو
لَمdid not تَدُمpersist بِالمطَالin delay
لَم تَدُم بِالمطَال
And we sipped at lips that tasted sweet,
And we lay close, sweetly
which did not keep us waiting.
Lasting endlessly
وَأدَرناand we passed round الأكواسthe cups مِنof خمرٍwine
وَأدَرنا الأكواس مِن خمرٍ
مَاthat which يُثِيرُstirs الوُلُوعardent longing
مَا يُثِيرُ الوُلُوع
And we passed round cups of wine
And we passed cups of wine
that stirs ardent longing.
To awaken fervor
وَقَضَينَاand we fulfilled مِنfrom غَفلةthe heedlessness الدّهرِTime
وَقَضَينَا مِن غَفلة الدّهرِ
إرباًa desire بِالرّبُوعat the encampments
إرباً بِالرّبُوع
And, while Time was heedless, we fulfilled
And spent the heedlessness of time
a desire at the encampments.
Profitably at the hillsides