نبضُpulse الصَّوارِمthe keen swords تفديransom الأعيُنthe eyes السوداthe black ones
نبضُ الصَّوارِم تفدي الأعيُن السودا
فتلكfor those لاdo not تَبتغيrequire للضربfor striking تجريداunsheathing
فتلك لا تَبتغي للضرب تجريدا
The pulse of keen swords ransoms the black eyes;
The flashing swords redeem the blackened eyes,
for those need no unsheathing to strike.
For they seek not to strike unsheathed;
واسمَرand the dusky one الرمحthe spear يفديransoms العطفَthe waist منثنياًbending
واسمَر الرمح يفدي العطفَ منثنياً
فَذاكَfor that لاdoes not يَبتَغيrequire للطعنfor thrusting تسديداaiming
فَذاكَ لا يَبتَغي للطعن تسديدا
And the dusky spear ransoms the bending waist;
The slender spear redeems the bent elbow,
for that needs no aiming to pierce.
For it seeks not to thrust untrue;
هيthey المحاسنthe beauties احلاهنَّthe sweetest of them افتكُهاthe deadliest of them
هي المحاسن احلاهنَّ افتكُها
بناto us واكثرهاand the greatest of them بطشاًin violence وتبديداand devastation
بنا واكثرها بطشاً وتبديدا
Such are beauties: the sweetest of them is the deadliest
The charms that enthralled us and took us,
to us, and the most violent and destructive.
Oppressed us and wreaked havoc;
نَهوىwe love العيونَthe eyes كماas نهوىwe love المنونَdeath عَلىin
نَهوى العيونَ كما نهوى المنونَ عَلى
جهلٍignorance ونحسَبُand we think أَنّاthat we نعشقlove passionately الغيداthe graceful women
جهلٍ ونحسَبُ أَنّا نعشق الغيدا
We love eyes as we love death, in
We crave the eyes as we crave the stars,
ignorance, and think we adore graceful women.
In ignorance thinking we love the full moon;
قتَّالةٌdeadly بالعيونwith the eyes النُجلthe wide ones مُحييةٌlife-giving
قتَّالةٌ بالعيون النُجل مُحييةٌ
بالوصلthrough union لوif only أَنَّthat منamong اخلاقهاher traits الجوداgenerosity
بالوصل لو أَنَّ من اخلاقها الجودا
Deadly with her wide eyes, life-giving
Killers with their eyes, the soft gazelles,
through union—if only generosity were among her traits.
Who could give life with their union, if generosity was their nature;
غَنيَّةٌrich بجمالٍin beauty قدindeed بخلنَthey were miserly بِهِwith it
غَنيَّةٌ بجمالٍ قد بخلنَ بِهِ
وَطالَماand long كانhas been هذاthis الامرthe matter معهوداfamiliar
وَطالَما كان هذا الامر معهودا
Rich in beauty, which they have withheld,
Rich in beauty they begrudged us,
and this has long been a familiar thing.
Though this has long been their custom;
وَكلماand whenever ازددنَthey increased حسناًin beauty زِدنَthey increased فيin بَخَلٍstinginess
وَكلما ازددنَ حسناً زِدنَ في بَخَلٍ
كأَنَّماas though كانَwas ذاthis مَعwith ذاكَthat مولوداborn
كأَنَّما كانَ ذا مَع ذاكَ مولودا
And whenever they grow more beautiful, they grow more miserly,
The fairer they became, the more miserly,
as though this were born together with that.
As if the two were born together;
منof كلevery فاترةِlanguid الاجفانthe eyelids باردةِcool الthe
من كل فاترةِ الاجفان باردةِ ال
رُّضابsaliva ناريَّةِfiery الخدينthe two cheeks تَوريداin rosy coloring
رُّضاب ناريَّةِ الخدين تَوريدا
Each one with languid eyelids and cool
From every languid soft-eyed one,
saliva, her cheeks aflame with rosy bloom.
Whose cheeks are fiery red,
ماnot زجَّجتshe finely shaped حاجباًan eyebrow كلّاno indeed ولاnor كَحلتshe applied kohl to
ما زجَّجت حاجباً كلّا ولا كَحلت
عيناًan eye ولاnor بيَّضَتshe whitened وجهاًa face ولاnor جيداa neck
عيناً ولا بيَّضَت وجهاً ولا جيدا
She has not shaped an eyebrow—no!—nor applied kohl to
None kohl'd an eye, or reddened a cheek,
an eye, nor whitened a face or a neck.
Or whitened a face, or plaited a braid;
ولاnor اِبتغَتshe sought جَلبَacquiring حسنٍbeauty غيرexcept أَنَّthat لَهاfor her
ولا اِبتغَت جَلبَ حسنٍ غير أَنَّ لَها
منfrom الطبيعةnature تبييضاًwhitening وتسويداand darkening
من الطبيعة تبييضاً وتسويدا
Nor has she sought to acquire beauty; rather, she has
None sought to acquire beauty, save that
her whitening and darkening from nature.
Nature gave them bleaching and blackening.
احلىthe sweetest المحاسنthe beauties ماthose that كانتwere مجرَّدةًunadorned
احلى المحاسن ما كانت مجرَّدةً
كالحبlike love اصدقُهُits truest ماthat which كانَwas تجريداpurity
كالحب اصدقُهُ ما كانَ تجريدا
The sweetest beauties are those that are unadorned,
The loveliest beauty is the most pristine,
like love, whose truest form is pure.
Like love, the sincerest is the most pure.