إِذاwhenever ذَكَرَتshe recalls زَيداًZayd تَرَقرَقَwelled up دَمعُهاher tears
إِذا ذَكَرَت زَيداً تَرَقرَقَ دَمعُها
بِمَطروفَةِwith one stricken العَينَينِthe two eyes شَوساءَlooking askance طامِحِgazing aloft
بِمَطروفَةِ العَينَينِ شَوساءَ طامِحِ
Whenever she recalls Zayd, her tears well up
When she recalls Zayd, her tears flow
with both eyes stricken, looking askance and gazing aloft.
With eyelashes dripping, a yearning doe
تُبَكّيshe mourns عَلىfor زَيدٍZayd وَلَمand has not تَرَseen مِثلَهُhis like
تُبَكّي عَلى زَيدٍ وَلَم تَرَ مِثلَهُ
صَحيحاًhealthy مِنَfrom الحُمّىfever شَديدَstrong الجَوانِحِthe ribs
صَحيحاً مِنَ الحُمّى شَديدَ الجَوانِحِ
She mourns Zayd, and she has never seen his like—
She weeps for Zayd though she's not seen his like
healthy, free of fever, and strong of rib.
Hale and hearty, stout of build
أُعَزّيكِI console you عَمّاfor what تَعلَمينَyou know وَقَدand indeed أَرىI see
أُعَزّيكِ عَمّا تَعلَمينَ وَقَد أَرى
بِعَينَيكِin your two eyes مِنfrom زَيدٍZayd قَذىًa mote غَيرَnot بارِحِdeparting
بِعَينَيكِ مِن زَيدٍ قَذىً غَيرَ بارِحِ
I console you for what you know, and indeed I see
I console you for what you know, though I see
in your eyes a mote from Zayd that will not depart.
In your eyes, Zayd's speck that won't flee
فَإِنso if تَقصِديyou act moderately فَالقَصدُthen moderation مِنيon my part خَليقَةٌa natural trait
فَإِن تَقصِدي فَالقَصدُ مِني خَليقَةٌ
وَإِنand if تَجمَحيyou bolt تَلقَيyou will find لِجامَthe bridle الجَوامِحِthe unruly steeds
وَإِن تَجمَحي تَلقَي لِجامَ الجَوامِحِ
So if you are moderate, moderation is my nature;
If you intend, my intent's well-matched
and if you bolt, you will find the bridle for unruly steeds.
If you scowl, you'll get the cup of death