أَبىrefused القَلْبُthe heart إِلاَّexcept أَنto يَبِيتَspend the night بِهfor him صباًlovesick
أَبى القَلْبُ إِلاَّ أَن يَبِيتَ بِه صباً
وهَيْهَاتَand how unlikely صبٌّa lovesick lover أَنْthat يُلاَقىfind لهfor himself قَلْبَاa heart
وهَيْهَاتَ صبٌّ أَنْ يُلاَقى له قَلْبَا
The heart insists on spending the night lovesick for him.
My heart refused but to spend the night in passion for him
And how unlikely that a lovesick lover should find a heart of his own!
Alas, no passion will find a heart to meet it
سَبىَcaptured القلبَthe heart منيfrom me لَحظُthe glance of ظَبْيa gazelle أُحبُّهI love him
سَبىَ القلبَ مني لَحظُ ظَبْي أُحبُّه
فياso, O قلبُheart ماhow أَصْبىَdeeply lovesick وياand O لَحْظُglance ماhow أَسْبىَcaptivating
فيا قلبُ ما أَصْبىَ ويا لَحْظُ ما أَسْبىَ
The glance of a gazelle I love stole my heart from me.
My heart was led captive from me by a glance from the gazelle I love
So, O heart, how lovesick! And O glance, how captivating!
So O my heart what are you captured by and O glance what have you captured
أُحِسُّI feel لهfrom it وقْعاًan impact ولاyet no وقْعَimpact فيwithin الحَشَاthe breast
أُحِسُّ له وقْعاً ولا وقْعَ في الحَشَا
وطعناًand a stab ولاyet no طعناًstab وضرباًand a blow ولاyet no ضَرباblow
وطعناً ولا طعناً وضرباً ولا ضَربا
I feel its impact, yet there is no impact within my breast,
I feel him make an impact but no real impact is made
And a stab, yet no stab; and a blow, yet no blow.
A stab but no real stab, a blow but no real blow
وقالواand they said تغَيَّبْstay away تَسْلُyou will forget عمَّنfrom the one whom تُحبُّهyou love him
وقالوا تغَيَّبْ تَسْلُ عمَّن تُحبُّه
فكنتُso I was كأَنِّيas though I غِبْتhad gone away أَستَحْضِرُsummon into my presence الحُبَّاlove
فكنتُ كأَنِّي غِبْت أَستَحْضِرُ الحُبَّا
And they said, 'Stay away, and you will forget the one you love.'
They said distract yourself and ask about your beloved
So it was as though I had gone away to summon love.
So I acted as though I was absent, imagining my love
وَثَبْتُI sprang بِطَرْفَيْonto the two ends of رَحْلهِhis saddle فكأَنَّهso it seemed as though it
وَثَبْتُ بِطَرْفَيْ رَحْلهِ فكأَنَّه
تعلَّمhad learned منfrom دَمْعthe tears of الجفونِthe eyelids بيَwith me الوثباleaping
تعلَّم من دَمْع الجفونِ بيَ الوثبا
I sprang onto the two ends of his saddle; it seemed as though it
And I grew attached to the edge of his departure, so it seemed
Had learned from eyelids' tears to leap with me.
He had learned from the tears of my eyelids to jump at me
دموْعٌtears جَرَتْflowed منfrom بَعْدِafter كسْرةthe drooping of جَفْنِهhis eyelid
دموْعٌ جَرَتْ من بَعْدِ كسْرة جَفْنِه
تُعَلِّمُteach دَمْعِيmy tears فيهfor his sake أَنto يَكْسِرَbreak الهُدْبَاthe lashes
تُعَلِّمُ دَمْعِي فيه أَن يَكْسِرَ الهُدْبَا
Tears that flowed after the drooping of his eyelid
Tears streamed from the corner of his eye
Teach my tears, for his sake, to break the lashes.
Teaching my tears in it to break the dams
عَتِبْتُI reproached عليهagainst him بالصُّدودِby shunning فلمbut did not يَعُدreturn
عَتِبْتُ عليه بالصُّدودِ فلم يَعُد
بعَتْبيat my reproach فصيّرتُso I made الفراقَseparation هُوitself العَتْبَاthe reproach
بعَتْبي فصيّرتُ الفراقَ هُو العَتْبَا
I reproached him by shunning him, but he did not return
I blamed him for his distance but he didn’t stop
In answer to my reproach; so I made parting itself the reproach.
So I made the separation itself the blame
وكَيْفَand how سُكُونيmy peace of mind بَعْدafter بُعْدِيmy going far away لِحفْظِهconcerning his faithfulness
وكَيْفَ سُكُوني بَعْد بُعْدِي لِحفْظِه
بعَهديto my pledge وقِدْماًand long ago كُنْتُI used to أَتَّهِمُdistrust القُرْبَاnearness
بعَهدي وقِدْماً كُنْتُ أَتَّهِمُ القُرْبَا
And how could I rest, once far away, trusting his faithfulness
How can I find peace after my distance from him
To my pledge, when long ago I distrusted nearness?
When I was close I suspected the nearness
وقالand he said أَمِنwas it through بَابِthe door of التَّفَرُّقِseparation بيْنَنَاbetween us
وقال أَمِن بَابِ التَّفَرُّقِ بيْنَنَا
دخلتَyou entered إِلىinto السُّلوانِsolace قلتُI said نَعْمyes مِنْthrough باdo— (truncated 'door')
دخلتَ إِلى السُّلوانِ قلتُ نَعْم مِنْ با
And he said, 'Was it through the door of our separation
And he said, “Are you entering the house of separation between us?”
That you entered solace?' I said, 'Yes, through the do—.'
I said “Yes” out of politeness
وهَيْهَاتand how impossible أَسْلُوI forget بعدafter أَنthat ضَرَبَstruck الْهَوىlove
وهَيْهَات أَسْلُو بعد أَن ضَرَبَ الْهَوى
بأَغْرَبهwith its keenest قطْعاًin cutting وأَقْطَعهand its sharpest غَرْبَاin edge
بأَغْرَبه قطْعاً وأَقْطَعه غَرْبَا
And how could I forget, after love struck
But how can I ask after love has struck
With its keenest cut and its sharpest edge?
Its strangest blow, and its most barren estrangement
صَديتُI thirsted إِلىuntil أَنthat كادalmost يُغْنِينيَsuffice me الصَّدَىthirst
صَديتُ إِلى أَن كاد يُغْنِينيَ الصَّدَى
إِلىfor ريقِthe saliva of ثَغْرٍa mouth كُنْتُI had أَفْنَيْتُهexhausted it شُرْباby drinking
إِلى ريقِ ثَغْرٍ كُنْتُ أَفْنَيْتُه شُرْبا
I thirsted—until thirst itself almost sufficed me—
I turned away until the echo almost quenched my thirst
For the saliva of a mouth I had drained by drinking.
For the saliva of the mouth I once drank from
وهبَّand awoke اشْتِياقيmy longing مَنْfrom كَراهُits slumber ولمand not يَكُنwas
وهبَّ اشْتِياقي مَنْ كَراهُ ولم يَكُن
ينبِّهُهُroused it إِلاَّexcept النَّسيمُthe breeze الَّذِيthat هَبَّاblew
ينبِّهُهُ إِلاَّ النَّسيمُ الَّذِي هَبَّا
And my longing awoke from its slumber; nothing
And my passion awoke one who disliked it, it only woke him
Had roused it but the breeze that blew.
Through the breeze that blew
تولَّىdeparted سُلوِّيmy solace للبِعَادbecause of separation الذِيthat أَتَىcame
تولَّى سُلوِّي للبِعَاد الذِي أَتَى
وشَابَand grew gray اصطِبَارِيmy endurance للغرَامfrom passion الذيthat شَبَّاflared
وشَابَ اصطِبَارِي للغرَام الذي شَبَّا
My solace departed because of the separation that came,
My consolation turned to the distance that came
And my endurance grew gray from the passion that flared.
And my patience grew up with the love that grew up
ولاand no ذَنْبَsin ليfor me إِلاَّexcept هَوَاهُlove for him وإِنْand if يَكُنْit is
ولا ذَنْبَ لي إِلاَّ هَوَاهُ وإِنْ يَكُنْ
فَلاَthen never تُبْتُmay I repent مِنْof ذَنْبيmy sin ولاnor غَفَرmay he forgive الذَّنْباthe sin
فَلاَ تُبْتُ مِنْ ذَنْبي ولا غَفَر الذَّنْبا
And I have no sin but loving him; and if that is a sin,
I have no fault but his love, and if it be
Then may I never repent of my sin, nor may that sin be forgiven.
A fault, do not blame me or pardon the sin