قَد أَسرَفَت في العَذلِ مَشغولَةٌ

قَد أَسرَفَت في العَذلِ مَشغولَةٌ

بِعَزلِ مَشغولٍ عَنِ العَذلِ

بِعَزلِ مَشغولٍ عَنِ العَذلِ

A woman has gone too far in reproach, engrossed

She reproached me for neglecting her,

In isolating a man too preoccupied to heed reproach.

preoccupied with someone neglecting neglect.

تَقولُ هَل أَقصَرتَ عَن باطِلٍ

تَقولُ هَل أَقصَرتَ عَن باطِلٍ

أَعرِفُهُ عَن دينِكَ الأَوَّلِ

أَعرِفُهُ عَن دينِكَ الأَوَّلِ

She says: Have you abandoned the folly

She said, “Have you fallen short of falsehood

I know from your former creed?

that I know goes against your first religion?”

فَقُلتُ ما أَحسَبُني مُقصِراً

فَقُلتُ ما أَحسَبُني مُقصِراً

ما أُعصِرَت راحٌ بِقُطرُيُّلِ

ما أُعصِرَت راحٌ بِقُطرُيُّلِ

So I said: I do not think I shall desist,

So I said, “I don’t think I’ve fallen short.

As long as wine is pressed in Qutruyyul,

No cheek has been squeezed by Qutrayyil,

وَما اِستَدارَ الصِدغُ في ناعِمٍ

وَما اِستَدارَ الصِدغُ في ناعِمٍ

مُوَرِّدٍ كَاللَهَبِ المُشعَلِ

مُوَرِّدٍ كَاللَهَبِ المُشعَلِ

And as long as the temple-lock curls upon a tender youth,

Nor has a delicate, smooth cheek blushed

Rosy as a kindled flame.

like kindled flames in an igniter.”

قالَت فَأَينَ المُلتَقى بَعدَ ذا

قالَت فَأَينَ المُلتَقى بَعدَ ذا

فَقُلتُ بَينَ الدَنِّ وَالمِبزَلِ

فَقُلتُ بَينَ الدَنِّ وَالمِبزَلِ

She said: Where, then, shall we meet after this?

She said, “So where is the meeting place after this?”

So I said: Between the wine jar and the spigot.

I said, “Between disgrace and the abode.”