ياO ساكِنيdwellers of السَّفْحِthe hillside كَمْhow many عَيْنٍan eye بِكُمْfor you سَفَحَتْshed tears
يا ساكِني السَّفْحِ كَمْ عَيْنٍ بِكُمْ سَفَحَتْ
نَزَحْتُمُyou went far away فَهيَso it بَعْدَafter البُعْدِthe separation قَدْindeed نَزَحَتَran dry
نَزَحْتُمُ فَهيَ بَعْدَ البُعْدِ قَدْ نَزَحَتَ
O dwellers of the hillside, how many eyes have shed tears for you!
You went far away, and since your departure it has run dry.
لَهفِيmy anguish لِظَبْيَةِfor a gazelle إِنْسٍof humankind مِنْكُمُfrom among you نَفَرَتْshe fled
لَهفِي لِظَبْيَةِ إِنْسٍ مِنْكُمُ نَفَرَتْ
لاno بَلْrather هِيَshe الشَّمْسُthe sun زالَتْvanished بَعْدَماafter جَنَحَتْinclined
لا بَلْ هِيَ الشَّمْسُ زالَتْ بَعْدَما جَنَحَتْ
Alas for a human gazelle from your midst who has fled!
No—she is the sun, which vanished after sinking low.
بَيْضاءُfair-skinned حَجَّبَهاveiled her الواشُونَthe talebearers حِينَwhen سَرَتْshe traveled by night
بَيْضاءُ حَجَّبَها الواشُونَ حِينَ سَرَتْ
عَنِّيaway from me فَلَوso if لَمَحَتْshe glimpsed صِبْغَthe dye الدُّجىof darkness لَمَحَتْshe shone
عَنِّي فَلَو لَمَحَتْ صِبْغَ الدُّجى لَمَحَتْ
Fair-skinned, she was veiled by talebearers as she traveled by night
Away from me; had she glimpsed night's dye, she would have shone.
يَقْتَصُّtakes vengeance مِنfrom وَجْنَتَيْهاher two cheeks لَحْظُthe gaze عاشِقِهاof her lover
يَقْتَصُّ مِن وَجْنَتَيْها لَحْظُ عاشِقِها
إنْif ضَرَّجَتْshe bloodied قَلْبَهُhis heart بِالَّلحظِwith her glance أَوْor جَرَحَتْshe wounded
إنْ ضَرَّجَتْ قَلْبَهُ بِالَّلحظِ أَوْ جَرَحَتْ
Her lover's gaze takes vengeance on her cheeks
If with her glance she bloodies his heart or wounds it.
مَنْwho لِيfor me بِسَلْمٍwith peace وَفِيwhile in أجْفانِthe eyelids مُقْلَتِهاof her eye
مَنْ لِي بِسَلْمٍ وَفِي أجْفانِ مُقْلَتِها
لِلْحَرْبِfor war بِيضٌwhite swords حِدادٌsharp قَطُّever ماnot صَفَحَتْthey spared
لِلْحَرْبِ بِيضٌ حِدادٌ قَطُّ ما صَفَحَتْ
Who can bring me peace, while within her eyelids
Lie sharp, white swords for war that have never spared?
يَهْتَزُّsways بَيْنَbetween وِشاحَيْهاher two sashes قَضِيبُa slender bough نَقاًa sand dune
يَهْتَزُّ بَيْنَ وِشاحَيْها قَضِيبُ نَقاً
حَمائِمُthe doves الحَلْيِof jewelry فِيin أفْنانِهِits branches صَدَحَتْsang aloud
حَمائِمُ الحَلْيِ فِي أفْنانِهِ صَدَحَتْ
Between her two sashes sways a bough upon a dune;
The doves of jewelry have sung among its branches.
وَأسْوِدُand the blackness الخالِof the mole فِيin مُحْمَرِّthe reddened part وَجْنَتِهاof her cheek
وَأسْوِدُ الخالِ فِي مُحْمَرِّ وَجْنَتِها
كَمِسْكَةٍlike a piece of musk نَفَحَتْwafted fragrance فِيin جَمْرَةٍan ember لَفَحَتْscorched
كَمِسْكَةٍ نَفَحَتْ فِي جَمْرَةٍ لَفَحَتْ
And the black of her mole upon her reddened cheek
Is like a grain of musk wafting fragrance in a scorching ember.
لَهاshe has جُفونٌeyelids وَأعْطافٌand curves عَجِبْتُI marveled لَهاat them
لَها جُفونٌ وَأعْطافٌ عَجِبْتُ لَها
بِالسُّقْمِin sickness صَحَّتْthey were sound وَبِالسُّكْرِand in drunkenness الشَّديدِintense صَحَتْthey were sober
بِالسُّقْمِ صَحَّتْ وَبِالسُّكْرِ الشَّديدِ صَحَتْ
Her eyelids and her curves are a wonder to me:
Sound in sickness, sober in deep drunkenness.
وَرَوْضَةٍand a garden وَجَناتُthe cheeks الوَردِof roses قدindeed خَجِلَتْhad blushed
وَرَوْضَةٍ وَجَناتُ الوَردِ قد خَجِلَتْ
فِيهاin it ضُحىًat forenoon وَعُيُونُand the eyes النَّرْجِسِof narcissi انْفَتَحَتْhad opened
فِيها ضُحىً وَعُيُونُ النَّرْجِسِ انْفَتَحَتْ
And a garden—the cheeks of roses had blushed
There at forenoon, and the narcissi's eyes had opened.
تَشاجَرَquarreled الطَّيْرُthe birds فِيin أشجارِهاits trees سَحَراًbefore dawn
تَشاجَرَ الطَّيْرُ فِي أشجارِها سَحَراً
وَمَالَتِand leaned القُضْبُthe boughs لِلتَّغنيقِto embrace (reading uncertain) فَاصْطَلَحَتْso they made peace
وَمَالَتِ القُضْبُ لِلتَّغنيقِ فَاصْطَلَحَتْ
The birds quarreled in its trees before dawn,
And the boughs leaned toward an embrace, and so made peace.
وَالقَطْرُand the rain قَدindeed رَشَّsprinkled ثوبَthe robe الدَّوحِof the great trees حِينَwhen رَأىit saw
وَالقَطْرُ قَد رَشَّ ثوبَ الدَّوحِ حِينَ رَأى
مَجامِرَthe censers الزَّهرِof blossoms مِنfrom إِذْيالِهِits hems نَفَحَتْwafted fragrance
مَجامِرَ الزَّهرِ مِن إِذْيالِهِ نَفَحَتْ
And the rain had sprinkled the robe of the trees when it saw
The flowers' censers breathing fragrance from its hems.
باكَرْتُهاI visited it early وَحَمامُwhile the doves الَّروْضِof the garden نافِرَةٌwere fleeing
باكَرْتُها وَحَمامُ الَّروْضِ نافِرَةٌ
عَنfrom البُروجِthe towers بِكَفِّat the hand of الصُّبْحِdawn إِذْas وَضَحَتْit brightened
عَن البُروجِ بِكَفِّ الصُّبْحِ إِذْ وَضَحَتْ
I visited it early, while the garden's doves were fleeing
From the towers at the hand of dawn as it brightened.
ماemphatic particle بَيْنَamid غُدْرانِpools ماءٍof water كاللُّجَيْنِlike silver صَفَتْgrew clear
ما بَيْنَ غُدْرانِ ماءٍ كاللُّجَيْنِ صَفَتْ
وَأكْؤُسٍand cups كَنُضارٍlike gold ذائِبٍmolten طَفَحَتْoverflowed
وَأكْؤُسٍ كَنُضارٍ ذائِبٍ طَفَحَتْ
Amid pools of water clear as silver
And cups overflowing like molten gold.
بِكْرٌvirgin wine إِذْاwhen ابْنُa son سَماءٍof heaven مَسَّهاtouches her لَبِسَتْshe dons
بِكْرٌ إِذْا ابْنُ سَماءٍ مَسَّها لَبِسَتْ
ثَوْبَa robe الحَبابِof bubbles حَياءًout of modesty مِنْهُbefore him وَاتَّشَحَتْand drapes herself
ثَوْبَ الحَبابِ حَياءً مِنْهُ وَاتَّشَحَتْ
A virgin wine—when a son of heaven touches her, she dons
A robe of bubbles, shy before him, and drapes herself in it.
تَشَعْشَعَتْshe sparkled فِيin يَدِthe hand السَّاقِيof the cupbearer وَقَدand already مُزِجَتْwas mixed
تَشَعْشَعَتْ فِي يَدِ السَّاقِي وَقَد مُزِجَتْ
كأنَّهاas though she بِنِصالِby the blades الماءِof water قَدْindeed ذُبِحْتْwas slaughtered
كأنَّها بِنِصالِ الماءِ قَدْ ذُبِحْتْ
She sparkled in the cupbearer's hand, already mingled,
As though she had been slaughtered by the blades of water.
يَسْعَىgoes about بِهاwith her أهْيَفٌa slender-waisted youth خَفَّتْwere light مَعاطِفُهُhis flanks
يَسْعَى بِها أهْيَفٌ خَفَّتْ مَعاطِفُهُ
لكِنْbut رَوادِفُهُhis haunches مِنْfrom ثِقْلِهاtheir weight رَجَحَتْweighed heavily
لكِنْ رَوادِفُهُ مِنْ ثِقْلِها رَجَحَتْ
A slim-waisted youth goes about with her, his flanks light,
But his haunches tip the balance with their weight.
لِلْحُسْنِfor beauty ماءٌwater وَمَرْعًىand pasture فَوْقَupon وَجْنَتِهِhis cheek
لِلْحُسْنِ ماءٌ وَمَرْعًى فَوْقَ وَجْنَتِهِ
رَبيعُthe springtime عَيْنِيَof my eye فِيهِin him كُلَّماwhenever سَرَحَتْit roamed
رَبيعُ عَيْنِيَ فِيهِ كُلَّما سَرَحَتْ
Beauty has water and pasture upon his cheek;
My eye finds spring in him whenever it wanders.
قالُواthey said تَعَشَّقْfall in love with ِسوىsomeone other than هذاthis one فَقُلْتُso I said لَهُمْto them
قالُوا تَعَشَّقْ ِسوى هذا فَقُلْتُ لَهُمْ
لِيI have هِمَّةٌan aspiration لِدَنِيٍّtoward anyone lowly قَطُّever ماnot طَمَحَتْit aspired
لِي هِمَّةٌ لِدَنِيٍّ قَطُّ ما طَمَحَتْ
They said, “Love someone other than this one”; so I told them,
“My ambition has never aspired to anyone lowly.”
فِيabout أَحسَنِthe fairest النَّاسِof people أَشْعاريmy poems إِذْاwhen نَسَبَتْthey sang of love
فِي أَحسَنِ النَّاسِ أَشْعاري إِذْا نَسَبَتْ
وَفِيand about أَجَلِّthe most august مُلُوكِof the kings الأََرْضِof earth إنْif مَدَحَتْthey praised
وَفِي أَجَلِّ مُلُوكِ الأََرْضِ إنْ مَدَحَتْ
My poems, when they sing of love, concern the fairest of people,
And, if they praise, the most august of earth's kings.
ياO طالِبَseeker of الرِّزْقِsustenance إنْif سُدَّتْare blocked َمذاهِبُهُits avenues
يا طالِبَ الرِّزْقِ إنْ سُدَّتْ َمذاهِبُهُ
قُلْsay ياO أَباAbu (father of) الفَتْحِal-Fath (victory) ياO موسىMusa وَقَدْand already فُتِحَتْthey are opened
قُلْ يا أَبا الفَتْحِ يا موسى وَقَدْ فُتِحَتْ
O seeker of sustenance, if its avenues are barred,
Say, “O Abu al-Fath! O Musa!”—and they stand open.
لِلّهِGod be praised كَمْhow many رَوَّضَتْmade verdant يُمْناهُhis right hand مِنof زَمَنٍa season
لِلّهِ كَمْ رَوَّضَتْ يُمْناهُ مِن زَمَنٍ
جَدْبٍbarren وَراضَتْand tamed جِيادَthe steeds الجُودِof bounty إِذْwhen جَمَحَتْthey ran wild
جَدْبٍ وَراضَتْ جِيادَ الجُودِ إِذْ جَمَحَتْ
By God, how many a season his right hand has made verdant,
Though barren—and tamed bounty's steeds when they ran wild!
يُخْفِيhe conceals عَطاياهُhis gifts وَالأيَّامُwhile the days تُظْهِرُهاreveal them
يُخْفِي عَطاياهُ وَالأيَّامُ تُظْهِرُها
هَيهاتَimpossible تَخْفِيremain hidden رِياحُthe scents المِسْكِof musk إِنْif نفَحتthey waft
هَيهاتَ تَخْفِي رِياحُ المِسْكِ إِنْ نفَحت
He conceals his gifts, while the days reveal them;
Musk's scents can never stay hidden once they spread!
سامَىrivaled in height السِّماكَal-Simak عُلُوّاًin loftiness فاسْتَطالَand rose above it وَلَوْand if
سامَى السِّماكَ عُلُوّاً فاسْتَطالَ وَلَوْ
ناوَتْrivaled نَدَىthe bounty يَدِهِof his hand الأنواءُthe rain-bringing stars لافْتَضَحتْthey would be shamed
ناوَتْ نَدَى يَدِهِ الأنواءُ لافْتَضَحتْ
He rivaled al-Simak in height and rose above it; and if
The rain-bringing stars rivaled his hand's bounty, they would be shamed.
مَلكٌa king إِذْاwhen التَطَمَتْcrash together أَمْواجُthe waves عَسْكَرِهِof his army
مَلكٌ إِذْا التَطَمَتْ أَمْواجُ عَسْكَرِهِ
سَبَّحْتُI glorified God وَالخَيْلُwhile the horses بِالأَبطالِbearing heroes قَدْindeed سَبَحَتْswam
سَبَّحْتُ وَالخَيْلُ بِالأَبطالِ قَدْ سَبَحَتْ
A king—when the waves of his army clash,
I cry, “Glory to God!” while the horses swim bearing heroes.
رِيحٌwind إِذْاwhen رَكَضَتْthey gallop رَعْدٌthunder إِذْاwhen صَهَلَتْthey neigh
رِيحٌ إِذْا رَكَضَتْ رَعْدٌ إِذْا صَهَلَتْ
بَرْقٌlightning سَنابِكُهاtheir hooves فِيagainst الصَّخْرِthe rock قَدْindeed قَدَحَتْstruck sparks
بَرْقٌ سَنابِكُها فِي الصَّخْرِ قَدْ قَدَحَتْ
Wind when they gallop, thunder when they neigh,
Lightning—their hooves have struck sparks from the rock.
جُرْدٌsleek-coated steeds إِذْاwhen لاعَبَتthey playfully sway أَعْطافَهاtheir flanks مُلِئَتْare filled
جُرْدٌ إِذْا لاعَبَت أَعْطافَها مُلِئَتْ
تيهاًwith pride وَإِنْand if لَمَحَتْthey glimpse أَقْرانَهاtheir peers مَرِحَتْthey prance
تيهاً وَإِنْ لَمَحَتْ أَقْرانَها مَرِحَتْ
Sleek steeds—when they playfully sway their flanks, they are filled
With pride; and if they glimpse their peers, they prance.
تَلْقَىthey receive الأَسِنَّةَthe spearheads عَنْon behalf of فُرسانِهاtheir riders كَرَماًnobly
تَلْقَى الأَسِنَّةَ عَنْ فُرسانِها كَرَماً
فَكُلُّso every جارِحَةٍlimb مِنهاof theirs قَدِindeed انْجَرَحَتْhas been wounded
فَكُلُّ جارِحَةٍ مِنها قَدِ انْجَرَحَتْ
Nobly they take the spearheads in place of their riders,
So every limb of theirs has been wounded.
يَحْمِلْنَthey carry أُسْداًlions لَهاfor whom سُمْرُbrown shafts القَناof lances أًجَمٌthickets
يَحْمِلْنَ أُسْداً لَها سُمْرُ القَنا أًجَمٌ
فِيin مَعْرَكِthe battlefield المَوتِof death لاnot أَقْعَتْthey crouch وَلاnor كَلَحَتْthey scowl
فِي مَعْرَكِ المَوتِ لا أَقْعَتْ وَلا كَلَحَتْ
They carry lions whose thickets are brown lances;
On death's battlefield they neither crouch nor scowl.
يَصْلَىendures the heat of أَمامَهُمُbefore them نارَthe fire الوَغىof battle مَلِكٌa king
يَصْلَى أَمامَهُمُ نارَ الوَغى مَلِكٌ
ضاقَتْgrew narrow بِأعْدائِهِfor his enemies الأرْضُthe earth الَّتيwhich انْفَسَحتْhad spread wide
ضاقَتْ بِأعْدائِهِ الأرْضُ الَّتي انْفَسَحتْ
At their head a king braves the fire of battle;
The earth, for all its breadth, has grown narrow for his enemies.
إنْif كانَhad أَضْحَكَهُمْmade them laugh وَعْكٌa fever أَلَمَّdescended بِهِupon him
إنْ كانَ أَضْحَكَهُمْ وَعْكٌ أَلَمَّ بِهِ
فَلْتُبْكِهِمْthen let it make them weep بَعْدَafter هذاthis صِحَّةٌhealth صَلَحتْbecame sound
فَلْتُبْكِهِمْ بَعْدَ هذا صِحَّةٌ صَلَحتْ
If a fever that assailed him made them laugh,
Then let his restored health make them weep after this.
أَصْبَحْتَyou have become كالشَّمْسِlike the sun ماnot شِينَتit was marred بِمَنْقَصَةٍby a flaw
أَصْبَحْتَ كالشَّمْسِ ما شِينَت بِمَنْقَصَةٍ
بَعْدَafter الْكُسُوفِthe eclipse إِذْاwhen أَنْوارُهاits rays وَضَحَتْshone clear
بَعْدَ الْكُسُوفِ إِذْا أَنْوارُها وَضَحَتْ
You have become like the sun, unmarred by any flaw
After eclipse, when its rays shine clear.
لاmay ... not أَعدَمَdeprive اللَّهُGod هذاthis الخَلْقَhumankind مِنْكَfrom you يَداًa hand
لا أَعدَمَ اللَّهُ هذا الخَلْقَ مِنْكَ يَداً
بَيْضاءَwhite and beneficent إِنْif مَنَعَتْهُمْwithheld from them غَيْرُهاany hand besides it سَمَحتْit gave freely
بَيْضاءَ إِنْ مَنَعَتْهُمْ غَيْرُها سَمَحتْ
May God never deprive these people of a hand from you—
A white, generous hand that gives when others deny them.
Translation model: Sol 6.1