الثّغرُThe mouth أَقاحٌdaisies بِهِwithin it السُّلافَةُthe choicest wine وَالراحْand wine
الثّغرُ أَقاحٌ بِهِ السُّلافَةُ وَالراحْ
وَالخدُّAnd the cheek كَرَوضٍlike a garden بِهِwithin it الورودُroses وَتُفّاحْand apples
وَالخدُّ كَرَوضٍ بِهِ الورودُ وَتُفّاحْ
The mouth is daisies, with the finest vintage and wine within.
And the cheek is like a garden, with roses and apples.
وَالوَجنَةُAnd the cheek شَمسٌa sun بَدَتhas appeared تُضيءshining نَهاراًby day
وَالوَجنَةُ شَمسٌ بَدَت تُضيء نَهاراً
وَالوَجهُAnd the face كَبَدرٍlike a full moon عَلىabove المَحاسِنِcharms قدhas لاحshone
وَالوَجهُ كَبَدرٍ عَلى المَحاسِنِ قد لاح
And the cheek is a sun that has appeared, shining by day.
And the face, like a full moon, has shone above all charms.
وَالطّرَّةُAnd the forelock تَعلوrises علىover الجَبينِthe brow فَتَسبيand so captivates
وَالطّرَّةُ تَعلو على الجَبينِ فَتَسبي
ماHow أَحسَنlovely لَيلاًa night بِهin it تزاهرshines brightly مِصباحa lamp
ما أَحسَن لَيلاً بِه تزاهر مِصباح
And the forelock rises over the brow, captivating.
How lovely a night in which a lamp shines brightly!
وَاللّحظُAnd the glance حسامٌa sword أَراهُI see it يَلمَعُgleaming سحراًat dawn
وَاللّحظُ حسامٌ أَراهُ يَلمَعُ سحراً
كَمHow many سلَّit has drawn away عُقولاًminds وَكَمand how many تَناهَبit has plundered أَرواحsouls
كَم سلَّ عُقولاً وَكَم تَناهَب أَرواح
And the glance is a sword I see gleaming at dawn.
How many minds it has stolen, how many souls it has plundered!
وَالخالُAnd the mole كَمِسكٍlike musk يحلُّrests on وَردَةَthe rose of خدٍّa cheek
وَالخالُ كَمِسكٍ يحلُّ وَردَةَ خدٍّ
ماHow أَعطَرَfragrant وَرداًroses بِعرفwith the scent of مِسكِكَyour musk تفّاحapples
ما أَعطَرَ وَرداً بِعرف مِسكِكَ تفّاح
And the mole is like musk, resting on a cheek's rose.
How fragrant the roses and apples with the scent of your musk!
وَالجيدُAnd the neck عَمودٌa pillar مِنَof الضّياءِlight مُنيرٌradiant
وَالجيدُ عَمودٌ مِنَ الضّياءِ مُنيرٌ
سُبحانَGlory to بَديعِthe Originator of السّماءِheaven فالقِthe Cleaver of الإِصباحdaybreak
سُبحانَ بَديعِ السّماءِ فالقِ الإِصباح
And the neck is a radiant pillar of light.
Glory to heaven's Creator, who cleaves the dawn!
وَالقدُّAnd the figure كَرُمحٍlike a spear يَميسُsways خُوطةَa slender branch of بانٍthe bān tree
وَالقدُّ كَرُمحٍ يَميسُ خُوطةَ بانٍ
كَمHow many أَخجَلَit has shamed غُصناًa branch تُميلهsways it يدُthe hand of أَرواحwinds
كَم أَخجَلَ غُصناً تُميله يدُ أَرواح
And the figure, like a spear, sways like a slender bān branch.
How many a branch, swayed by the hand of the winds, it has shamed!
وَالعِشقُAnd love كَسَعيرٍlike a blaze تَحلّdwelling in مُهجَةَthe heart of صَبٍّa yearning lover
وَالعِشقُ كَسَعيرٍ تَحلّ مُهجَةَ صَبٍّ
إِنIf قسْتَyou measure عَليهاagainst it تَرىyou will see جَهنَّمَHell ضَحضاحa shallow pool
إِن قسْتَ عَليها تَرى جَهنَّمَ ضَحضاح
And love is like a blaze dwelling in a yearning lover's heart.
If you take it as your measure, you will see Hell as a shallow pool.
ياO روحَspirit of قُلوبٍhearts وَياand O حَياةَlife of نُفوسٍsouls
يا روحَ قُلوبٍ وَيا حَياةَ نُفوسٍ
أَهلَكتYou have destroyed مُعنّىًa tormented lover مِنَbecause of التّباعدseparation قَدhas ساحwandered
أَهلَكت مُعنّىً مِنَ التّباعد قَد ساح
O spirit of hearts, and O life of souls!
You have destroyed a tormented lover who has wandered because of separation.
وَالمَاءُAnd water حَياةٌis life وَكَمand how many أَماتَit has killed أُناساًpeople
وَالمَاءُ حَياةٌ وَكَم أَماتَ أُناساً
مَنOne who لَيسَis not بِسبّاحِهِa swimmer in it وَمَنand one who هوhe is سبّاحa swimmer
مَن لَيسَ بِسبّاحِهِ وَمَن هو سبّاح
And water is life—and how many people it has killed:
Those who cannot swim in it, and those who can.
أَسررتُI concealed غَراميmy passion ولاand not أبوحُI speak openly بِعشقيof my love
أَسررتُ غَرامي ولا أبوحُ بِعشقي
لَكِنBut نُحوليmy wasting أَذاعَهُhas proclaimed it وَبِهِand of it باحspoke openly
لَكِن نُحولي أَذاعَهُ وَبِهِ باح
I have hidden my passion and do not speak openly of my love.
But my wasting has proclaimed it and laid it bare.
أَغدوI go in the morning بِهَياميin my love-madness إِلىtoward الغَرامِpassion وَأُمسيand I pass the evening
أَغدو بِهَيامي إِلى الغَرامِ وَأُمسي
ماHow أَصدقsincere صبّاًa yearning lover غَداwent out at morning لِحبّكfor love of you أَوor راحwent out at evening
ما أَصدق صبّاً غَدا لِحبّك أَو راح
In my love-madness I go toward passion, morning and evening.
How sincere the lover who goes forth for love of you, at morn or eve!
فيIn اللّيلِthe night سُهادٌsleeplessness وَفيand in النَّهارِthe day هُيامlove-madness
في اللّيلِ سُهادٌ وَفي النَّهارِ هُيام
ذاThis حالٌa state كئيبٌwretched لَوِif اِستَراحَhe rested اِرتاحhe would find relief
ذا حالٌ كئيبٌ لَوِ اِستَراحَ اِرتاح
By night, sleeplessness; and by day, love-madness.
This is a wretched state; could he rest, he would find relief.
ماWhat بالُis the matter with عَذوليmy reproacher يَلومُhe blames وَهوَwhile he is خَليٌّfree of love
ما بالُ عَذولي يَلومُ وَهوَ خَليٌّ
لاMay no عاشَlive عَذولٌa reproacher يَلومُwho blames فيكconcerning you وَلاnor لاحa censurer
لا عاشَ عَذولٌ يَلومُ فيك وَلا لاح
Why does my reproacher blame me, when he is free of love?
May no reproacher who blames me for you live, nor any censurer!
لاDo not تُصغِlisten لِعَذلٍto reproach وَلاand do not تُطِعْobey لِعَذولٍto a reproacher
لا تُصغِ لِعَذلٍ وَلا تُطِعْ لِعَذولٍ
فَالعَذْلFor reproach مُضرٌّis harmful وَمَنand whoever يَلومblames كذرّاحlike a blister beetle
فَالعَذْل مُضرٌّ وَمَن يَلوم كذرّاح
Do not listen to reproach, nor obey a reproacher.
For reproach is harmful, and whoever blames is like a blister beetle.
وَالوَصلُAnd union حَميدٌis praiseworthy وَمَنand whoever وَصَلتyou unite with سَعيدٌis happy
وَالوَصلُ حَميدٌ وَمَن وَصَلت سَعيدٌ
وَالقُربAnd nearness حياةٌis life لذيfor one possessed of الغَرامِpassion وَإِصلاحand restoration
وَالقُرب حياةٌ لذي الغَرامِ وَإِصلاح
And union is praiseworthy, and happy is the one you join.
And for the passionate lover, nearness is life and restoration.
وَالهَجرُAnd abandonment مُبيدٌis deadly وَمَنand whoever هَجَرتyou have forsaken صَريعٌlies slain
وَالهَجرُ مُبيدٌ وَمَن هَجَرت صَريعٌ
وَالبُعدُAnd distance عذابٌis torment بِهِwithin it الهُمومُworries وَأَتراحand sorrows
وَالبُعدُ عذابٌ بِهِ الهُمومُ وَأَتراح
And abandonment is deadly, and whoever you forsake lies slain.
And distance is torment, filled with worries and sorrows.
ياO بَدرَfull moon of جمالٍbeauty جَعلتنيyou have made me كَخلالٍlike a toothpick
يا بَدرَ جمالٍ جَعلتني كَخلالٍ
الغمBestow بِوصالٍwith union لِمَنupon one who بِهَجركthrough your desertion قَدhas طاحfallen
الغم بِوصالٍ لِمَن بِهَجرك قَد طاح
O full moon of beauty, you have made me like a toothpick!
Bestow union upon one who has fallen through your desertion.
ياO خُوطةَslender branch of بانٍthe bān tree وَلَمand never يَُنhas there been لكfor you ثانٍan equal
يا خُوطةَ بانٍ وَلَم يَُن لك ثانٍ
بَلYet كَمhow many لَكyou have ثانٍone who bends مِنَamong النّسيمِthe breeze وَأَرياحand winds
بَل كَم لَك ثانٍ مِنَ النّسيمِ وَأَرياح
O slender bān branch, you have never had an equal—
Yet how many bend you—the breeze and the winds!
أَفديكI would ransom you بِروحيwith my soul وَطارِفيand my newly acquired wealth وتِلاديand my inherited wealth
أَفديك بِروحي وَطارِفي وتِلادي
لَوEven if شَحَّwere miserly مُحِبٌّa lover بِروحِهِwith his soul لَكَtoward you سمّاحhe is generous
لَو شَحَّ مُحِبٌّ بِروحِهِ لَكَ سمّاح
I would ransom you with my soul, my new wealth and my inheritance.
Even if a lover grudged his soul, he would give it freely for you.
وَاِسلَمAnd be safe وَعِشِand live الدّهرَfor all time فيin أَجلِّthe most glorious جمالٍbeauty
وَاِسلَم وَعِشِ الدّهرَ في أَجلِّ جمالٍ
فيIn جَوهَرthe essence of حسنٍbeauty وَفيand in مَلابِسgarments of أَفراحjoys
في جَوهَر حسنٍ وَفي مَلابِس أَفراح
And be safe, and live for all time in the most glorious beauty,
In the essence of beauty and in garments of joy,
ماAs long as ناحَlament حَمامُdoves علىupon مَنابِرِthe pulpits of دَوْحٍspreading trees
ما ناحَ حَمامُ على مَنابِرِ دَوْحٍ
ماAs long as البُلبلُthe nightingale صُبحاًat dawn رقَىascends الغصونَthe branches وَقَدand has صاحcried out
ما البُلبلُ صُبحاً رقَى الغصونَ وَقَد صاح
As long as doves lament on the pulpits of spreading trees,
As long as the nightingale mounts the branches at dawn and sings out,
ماAs long as هَبَّblows نَسيمٌa breeze وَماand as long as يُعربِدcarouses سُكراًdrunkenly
ما هَبَّ نَسيمٌ وَما يُعربِد سُكراً
فيIn الحبِّlove نَديمٌa boon companion علىover السُّلافَةِthe choicest wine وَالراحand wine
في الحبِّ نَديمٌ على السُّلافَةِ وَالراح
As long as a breeze blows, and drunkenly carouses
A boon companion in love, over the finest vintage and wine.
Translation model: Sol 6.1