أَنَاI أَفْدِيwould sacrifice myself for الَّتِيher who تَغْدُوgoes forth in the morning
أَنَا أَفْدِي الَّتِي تَغْدُو
فَتَغْدُوand so becomes الشَّمْسُthe sun مُنْكَسِفَهْeclipsed
فَتَغْدُو الشَّمْسُ مُنْكَسِفَهْ
I would give my life for her who goes forth in the morning,
and the sun then becomes eclipsed.
دَلاَلٌcoquetry نَظِيْرَan equal لَهُto it
دَلاَلٌ نَظِيْرَ لَهُ
وَحُسْنٌand beauty فَوْقَbeyond كُلِّevery صِفَهْdescription
وَحُسْنٌ فَوْقَ كُلِّ صِفَهْ
Coquetry with [no] equal,
and beauty beyond all description.
تُرِيْكَshe shows you الصُّبْحَdawn مُقْبِلَةًas she approaches
تُرِيْكَ الصُّبْحَ مُقْبِلَةً
وَجُنْحَand the darkness of اللَّيْلِnight مُنْصَرِفَهْas she departs
وَجُنْحَ اللَّيْلِ مُنْصَرِفَهْ
Approaching, she shows you dawn,
and, departing, the darkness of night.
وَتَحْسُدُand envy قَدَّهَاher figure الأَغْصَاthe branches (word continues)
وَتَحْسُدُ قَدَّهَا الأَغْصَا
نُcompletion of 'branches' خَاطِرَةًswaying وَمُنْعَطِفَهْand bending
نُ خَاطِرَةً وَمُنْعَطِفَهْ
And the branches envy her figure,
swaying and bending.
وَتُضْمِرُand she conceals وُدَّthe affection of عَاشِقَةٍa woman in love
وَتُضْمِرُ وُدَّ عَاشِقَةٍ
وَتُظْهِرُand she displays زُهْدَthe indifference of مُنْحَرِفَهْa woman who turns away
وَتُظْهِرُ زُهْدَ مُنْحَرِفَهْ
And she conceals a lover's affection,
and displays the indifference of one who turns away.
وَتَعْمُprobably: and she knows أَنَّنِيthat I am دَنِفٌlovesick
وَتَعْمُ أَنَّنِي دَنِفٌ
وَأَعْلَمُand I know أَنَّهَاthat she is دَنِفَهْlovesick
وَأَعْلَمُ أَنَّهَا دَنِفَهْ
And she [knows] that I am lovesick,
and I know that she is lovesick.
وَيَمْنُعَهاand prevents her مِنَfrom الشَّكْوَىlamenting
وَيَمْنُعَها مِنَ الشَّكْوَى
إِلَيْنَاto us أَنَّهَاthat she is صَلِفَهْhaughty
إِلَيْنَا أَنَّهَا صَلِفَهْ
And what keeps her from lamenting
to us is her haughtiness.
شَيْخٌan elder لَنَاof ours مِنْfrom among مَشَايِخِthe elders of الكُوْفَةْKufa
شَيْخٌ لَنَا مِنْ مَشَايِخِ الكُوْفَةْ
نِسْبَتُهُhis connection لِلْمَريضِwith the sick man مَوْصُوفَهْnoted
نِسْبَتُهُ لِلْمَريضِ مَوْصُوفَهْ
We have an elder, one of Kufa's elders;
his connection with the sick man is noted.
لَوْif بَدَّلَturned اللَّهُGod قَمْلَهُhis lice غَنَمَاًsheep
لَوْ بَدَّلَ اللَّهُ قَمْلَهُ غَنَمَاً
مَاnot طَمِعَwould one hope مِنْهُfrom him فِيfor صُوفَهْa tuft of wool
مَا طَمِعَ مِنْهُ فِي صُوفَهْ
If God turned his lice into sheep,
no one would hope to get a tuft of wool from him.