وَأغيدand a graceful, supple youth مَعسولhoney-sweet الرضابthe saliva رَجَوتهُI implored him
وَأغيد مَعسول الرضاب رَجَوتهُ
لأَلثمَso that I might kiss مِنهُfrom him مَبسَماًa smiling mouth أَوor فَماًa mouth فَمنso he granted my wish
لأَلثمَ مِنهُ مَبسَماً أَو فَماً فَمن
And I implored a graceful youth, his saliva honey-sweet,
I yearn for the honeyed nectar of his lips,
To kiss his smiling lips or mouth; and he granted my wish.
Hoping to kiss a smile or mouth from him.
حجازيّHijazi أَلفاظٍwords إِذاwhenever رُمتI sought وَصلهُunion with him
حجازيّ أَلفاظٍ إِذا رُمت وَصلهُ
يَقولhe says سَتَلقىyou will receive إِنif أَتيتyou come مِنىًMina منَنfavors
يَقول سَتَلقى إِن أَتيت مِنىً منَن
Hijazi in speech, whenever I seek union with him,
Words of the Hejaz, when aimed and connected,
He says, “You will receive favors if you come to Mina.”
Say you’ll find favor if you show favor.
بَديعwondrous جَمالbeauty لَوif ضَلَلتI strayed عَنfrom الهَوىlove
بَديع جَمال لَو ضَلَلت عَن الهَوى
أَرانيhe showed me مَتىwhenever عاينتُI beheld مِنهُfrom him سَناًradiance سَنَنa path
أَراني مَتى عاينتُ مِنهُ سَناً سَنَن
Wondrous in beauty—were I to stray from love,
Beauty so fair, if I strayed from passion,
He would show me a path whenever I beheld his radiance.
Would I see in him an age or idols?
يُرَنِّحُsways مِنfrom أَعطافcurves بانةa ben tree قَدِّهِhis stature
يُرَنِّحُ مِن أَعطاف بانة قَدِّهِ
مَتىwhen ماever (emphatic particle) عَرانيovertook me فيin هَواهlove for him فَنىًwasting away فَنَنa bough
مَتى ما عَراني في هَواه فَنىً فَنَن
From the curves of his ben-tree stature there sways—
Swaying from the sides of his graceful neck
Whenever wasting overtakes me in love for him—a bough.
Whenever he denied me, lost in passion.
فَواso alas! حَرَبيmy ruin مِنfrom سَيفthe sword لَحظيهhis twin glances فيin الهَوىlove
فَوا حَرَبي مِن سَيف لَحظيه في الهَوى
لَكَfor you اللَهGod ماnot أَعطىhe granted ذَواتِwomen possessing هُدىًguidance هُدَنtruces
لَكَ اللَه ما أَعطى ذَواتِ هُدىً هُدَن
Alas for my ruin from the sword of his twin glances in love!
Alas for the battles of his glances in love!
God help you! He has granted rightly guided women no truce.
By Allah, he gave not guidance to the guided.
فَلاso do not تَعجَبواmarvel (you all) منat فتنتيmy infatuation بِجَمالهِwith his beauty
فَلا تَعجَبوا من فتنتي بِجَمالهِ
فَكَمfor how many مِنof فَتاةٍa maiden فيin الهَوىlove وَفَتىًand a youth فَتَنhe bewitched
فَكَم مِن فَتاةٍ في الهَوى وَفَتىً فَتَن
So do not marvel at my infatuation with his beauty,
So wonder not at my enchantment with his beauty,
For how many a maiden and youth has he bewitched in love!
For how many a maid and youth passion ensnares!