سَلask فاتِنَةَthe enchantress القَدّof figure فُؤاديmy heart حَلَّتshe settled in
سَل فاتِنَةَ القَدّ فُؤادي حَلَّت
فيin العِشقlove دِماءٌblood سُفِكَتwas shed هَلwas it? حَلَّتit became lawful
في العِشق دِماءٌ سُفِكَت هَل حَلَّت
Ask the enchantress of graceful form—she has settled in my heart.
Ask the shapely enchantress who has settled in my heart:
In love, blood has been spilled—was it lawful?
In love, blood has been shed—was it lawful?
أَقسَمتُI swore بِهاby her ماnever عَقَدَتshe tied مِنطَقَةًa girdle
أَقسَمتُ بِها ما عَقَدَت مِنطَقَةً
إِلّاexcept وَمَرائِرَand the twisted cords اِصطِباريof my endurance حَلَّتshe untied
إِلّا وَمَرائِرَ اِصطِباري حَلَّت
I swear by her: never did she fasten a sash
I swore by her: she never tied a girdle
without the hard-twisted cords of my endurance coming undone.
Without untying the cords of my endurance.
