لَيْتَif only نَارِيmy fire تَظَلُّwould remain فِيَّwithin me كَمِينَهْhidden
لَيْتَ نَارِي تَظَلُّ فِيَّ كَمِينَهْ
تَحْتَوِينِيit engulfs me وَلاَand not أَرَاكِI see you حَزِينَهْsad
تَحْتَوِينِي وَلاَ أَرَاكِ حَزِينَهْ
If only my fire would stay hidden within me,
I wish my fire would lurk within me
Engulfing me, without my ever seeing you sad.
Containing me, without seeing you saddened
وُلِدَwas born الحُبُّlove فِيin فُؤَادِيmy heart عَنِيفًاfierce
وُلِدَ الحُبُّ فِي فُؤَادِي عَنِيفًا
فَاعْذُرِينِيso forgive me إِذَاif فَقَدْتُI lose السَّكِينَهْtranquility
فَاعْذُرِينِي إِذَا فَقَدْتُ السَّكِينَهْ
Love was born fierce in my heart,
Love was born intensely in my heart
So forgive me if I lose my calm.
So forgive me if I lose my serenity
يَتَهَادَىsways gently بِمُهْجَتِيin my soul مِثْلَlike مَوْجٍa wave
يَتَهَادَى بِمُهْجَتِي مِثْلَ مَوْجٍ
فَإِذَاand when ثَارَit rages كُنْتُI am مِثْلَlike السَّفِينَهْthe ship
فَإِذَا ثَارَ كُنْتُ مِثْلَ السَّفِينَهْ
It sways gently in my soul like a wave;
It sways in my mind like a wave
And when it rages, I am like a ship.
So when it rages I become like a ship
لاَdo not تَخَالِيimagine أَرْجُوكِI beg you لاَno لاَdo not تَخَالِيimagine
لاَ تَخَالِي أَرْجُوكِ لاَ لاَ تَخَالِي
لَكِfor you مِنِّيfrom me ذُرَيْرَةًa tiny speck مِنْof ضَغِينَهْrancor
لَكِ مِنِّي ذُرَيْرَةً مِنْ ضَغِينَهْ
Do not imagine—I beg you—no, do not imagine
Please do not pretend, please do not pretend
That I bear you even a speck of rancor.
You have some spite against me
عَلِمَknows اللهُGod مَاnot اشْتَكَىcomplained القَلْبُthe heart بُغْضًاout of hatred
عَلِمَ اللهُ مَا اشْتَكَى القَلْبُ بُغْضًا
قَطَعَmay sever اللهُGod لَوْif شَكَوْتُI complained وَتِينَهْits aorta !
قَطَعَ اللهُ لَوْ شَكَوْتُ وَتِينَهْ !
God knows my heart has never complained out of hatred;
God knows what the heart complained of hatred
May God sever its life-vein if I should complain!
God would have fulfilled if I had complained of a mulberry tree!
كُلُّall مَاthat فِيَّwithin me أَنَّنِيthat I فِيin هُيَامِيmy consuming passion
كُلُّ مَا فِيَّ أَنَّنِي فِي هُيَامِي
جَبَلٌa mountain أَوْدَعَentrusted المِيَاهَthe waters حُزُونَهْits rugged slopes
جَبَلٌ أَوْدَعَ المِيَاهَ حُزُونَهْ
All there is to me is that, in my passion,
All that is in me is that I am obsessed
I am a mountain that has entrusted its rugged slopes to the waters.
A mountain that stored up sad waters
يَغْضَبُgrows angry الحُبُّlove بَيْنَbetween جَنْبَيَّmy two sides حُبًّاout of love
يَغْضَبُ الحُبُّ بَيْنَ جَنْبَيَّ حُبًّا
وَيُوَارِيand conceals تَحْتَbeneath الجَفَاءِcoldness حَنِينَهْits longing
وَيُوَارِي تَحْتَ الجَفَاءِ حَنِينَهْ
Love grows angry between my sides out of love,
Love gets angry between my ribs out of love
And conceals its longing beneath coldness.
And hides its yearning beneath aloofness
وَيُغَنِّيand sings عُصْفُورُthe sparrow of قَلْبِيَmy heart لَحْنًاa melody
وَيُغَنِّي عُصْفُورُ قَلْبِيَ لَحْنًا
وَهْوَwhile it يُخْفِيhides مَعَwith الغِنَاءِthe singing أَنِينَهْits moaning
وَهْوَ يُخْفِي مَعَ الغِنَاءِ أَنِينَهْ
And my heart's sparrow sings a melody,
And the bird of my heart sings a melody
While hiding its moaning as it sings.
While it hides the moaning with the singing
أَنَاI نَارٌfire كَمَاas رَأَيْتِyou have seen وَنُورٌand light
أَنَا نَارٌ كَمَا رَأَيْتِ وَنُورٌ
جَنَّةَthe paradise of العِشْقِpassionate love خُضْتُهَاI plunged into it وَجُنُونَهْand its madness !
جَنَّةَ العِشْقِ خُضْتُهَا وَجُنُونَهْ !
I am fire, as you have seen, and light;
I am fire as you saw, and light
I have plunged into love's paradise and its madness!
I entered the paradise of love and its madness!
قَدَرِيmy fate أَنْto أُعَايِشَlive with الحُبَّlove سِرًّاin secret
قَدَرِي أَنْ أُعَايِشَ الحُبَّ سِرًّا
لَذَّةُthe delight of الحُبِّlove أَنْthat يَظَلَّit remains دَفِينَهْa buried treasure !
لَذَّةُ الحُبِّ أَنْ يَظَلَّ دَفِينَهْ !
My fate is to live with love in secret;
My fate is to live love secretly
Love's delight is that it remains a buried treasure!
The pleasure of love is for it to remain hidden!
أَتْرَعَfilled to the brim الوُدُّaffection خَافِقِيmy beating heart بِحَنَانٍwith tenderness
أَتْرَعَ الوُدُّ خَافِقِي بِحَنَانٍ
ذَاقَtasted مَنْwhoever لاَمَسَtouched الشِّغَافَthe heart's core مَعِينَهْits flowing water
ذَاقَ مَنْ لاَمَسَ الشِّغَافَ مَعِينَهْ
Affection has filled my beating heart with tenderness;
Affection fed my pulsating heart gently
Whoever touched the heart's core has tasted its flowing water.
Whoever touched the eyelids tasted a fountain
لِيَfor me مِنْهُfrom it خَوَاطِرٌthoughts مُورِقَاتٌputting forth leaves
لِيَ مِنْهُ خَوَاطِرٌ مُورِقَاتٌ
وَكُنُوزٌand treasures خَلْفَbehind الضُّلُوعِthe ribs ثَمِينَهْprecious !
وَكُنُوزٌ خَلْفَ الضُّلُوعِ ثَمِينَهْ !
From it I have thoughts that put forth leaves,
It has to me bright ideas
And precious treasures behind my ribs!
And treasures behind the ribs, precious!
سَكَنَdwelt الحُبُّlove شَاعِرًاas a poet بَدَوِيًّاBedouin
سَكَنَ الحُبُّ شَاعِرًا بَدَوِيًّا
فِيin كِيَانِيmy being وَبَثَّand spread فِييَّwithin me شُجُونَهْits sorrows
فِي كِيَانِي وَبَثَّ فِييَّ شُجُونَهْ
Love has dwelt as a Bedouin poet
Love resided in me, a bedouin poet
Within my being, and spread its sorrows through me.
And instilled in me its sorrows
لَوْif بَنَىwere to build الحُبُّlove فِيin القُلُوبِthe hearts دِيَارًاdwellings
لَوْ بَنَى الحُبُّ فِي القُلُوبِ دِيَارًا
لَبَنَىit would surely build لِيfor me عَلَىupon فُؤَادِيmy heart مَدِينَهْa city !!
لَبَنَى لِي عَلَى فُؤَادِي مَدِينَهْ !!
If love were to build dwellings in hearts,
If love built homes in hearts
It would surely build me a city upon my heart!
It would have built for me in my heart a city!!
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