طافَhe went around وَفيand in راحَتِهِhis palm كَأسُa cup of راحwine
طافَ وَفي راحَتِهِ كَأسُ راح
مُوَقَّرُheavy الرِدفِthe haunches سَفيهُlight and loose الوِشاحthe sash
مُوَقَّرُ الرِدفِ سَفيهُ الوِشاح
He went around, a cup of wine in his palm,
Heavy of hip, light of sash.
يُجيلُhe turns about فيamong عُشّاقِهِhis lovers أَعيُناًeyes
يُجيلُ في عُشّاقِهِ أَعيُناً
نَحنُwe بِهاthrough them المَرضىthe sick وَهُنَّand they الصِحاحthe healthy
نَحنُ بِها المَرضى وَهُنَّ الصِحاح
He turns his eyes among his lovers;
We are sick through them, while they are sound.
مُقَرطَقٌclad in a short tunic مُمَنطَقٌgirdled إِذاwhen نَطَقَhe speaks
مُقَرطَقٌ مُمَنطَقٌ إِذا نَطَقَ
ظَنَنتُI thought عَنهُfrom him المِسكَmusk وَالنِدَّand incense فاحwafted
ظَنَنتُ عَنهُ المِسكَ وَالنِدَّ فاح
Clad in a short tunic and girdled, when he speaks,
I think musk and incense waft from him.
يُسكِرُناhe intoxicates us مِنfrom نُطقِthe speech of أَلحاظِهِhis glances
يُسكِرُنا مِن نُطقِ أَلحاظِهِ
وَأَلسُنُand the tongues الأَعيُنِof the eyes خُرسٌmute فِصاحeloquent
وَأَلسُنُ الأَعيُنِ خُرسٌ فِصاح
He intoxicates us with the speech of his glances,
And the tongues of eyes are mute yet eloquent.
كَأَنَّهُas though he were وَالكَأسُand the cup فيin كَفِّهِhis palm
كَأَنَّهُ وَالكَأسُ في كَفِّهِ
بَدرُthe full moon الدُجىof night يَحمِلُcarries شَمسَthe sun الصَباحof morning
بَدرُ الدُجى يَحمِلُ شَمسَ الصَباح
It is as though he, with the cup in his palm,
Were night's full moon bearing the morning sun.
قَدindeed أَشرَقَhe shone وَأَبرَقَand he flashed وَأَحرَقَand he burned
قَد أَشرَقَ وَأَبرَقَ وَأَحرَقَ
قَلبيmy heart بِنارِwith the fire of الوَجدِpassion وَالاِلتِياحand burning thirst
قَلبي بِنارِ الوَجدِ وَالاِلتِياح
He has shone, flashed, and burned
My heart with the fire of passion and thirst.
تَمَّتreached perfection مَعانيthe qualities of الحُسنِbeauty فيin وَجهِهِhis face
تَمَّت مَعاني الحُسنِ في وَجهِهِ
حَتّىuntil غَداhe became يُدعىis called أَميرَprince of المِلاحthe beautiful
حَتّى غَدا يُدعى أَميرَ المِلاح
Beauty's qualities reached perfection in his face,
Until he came to be called the prince of beauties.
أَحوىdark-lipped لَهُhe has خَدٌّa cheek سَقاهُwatered it الحَياrain
أَحوى لَهُ خَدٌّ سَقاهُ الحَيا
فَأَورَثَso it bequeathed الأَحداقَthe eyes مِنهُfrom it اِتِّقاحshamelessness
فَأَورَثَ الأَحداقَ مِنهُ اِتِّقاح
Dark-lipped, he has a cheek that rain has watered,
So the eyes inherit shamelessness from it.
فَحَلَّقَso he soared تَأَلَّقَhe glittered فَطَلَّقَthen he divorced
فَحَلَّقَ تَأَلَّقَ فَطَلَّقَ
نَوميmy sleep وَراجَعتُand I took back البُكاweeping وَالنُواحand lamentation
نَومي وَراجَعتُ البُكا وَالنُواح
So he soared, glittered, and divorced
My sleep; and I took back weeping and lamentation.
مُهَفهَفٌslender-waisted تَحسَبُهُyou think him أَعزَلاًunarmed
مُهَفهَفٌ تَحسَبُهُ أَعزَلاً
وَهوَand he مِنَwith الأَلحاظِglances شاكِbristling with السِلاحweapons
وَهوَ مِنَ الأَلحاظِ شاكِ السِلاح
Slender-waisted, you would think him unarmed,
Yet he is fully armed with glances.
مُتَرَّكُTurk-like اللَحظِin gaze لَهُhe has قامَةٌa figure
مُتَرَّكُ اللَحظِ لَهُ قامَةٌ
أَلطَفُmore delicate هَزّاًin swaying مِنthan قُدودِthe shafts of الرِماحspears
أَلطَفُ هَزّاً مِن قُدودِ الرِماح
Turk-like in his gaze, he has a figure
More delicate in its swaying than the shafts of spears,
وَأَرشَقَand more graceful وَأَمشَقَand more slender فَماso how أَعشَقَenamored
وَأَرشَقَ وَأَمشَقَ فَما أَعشَقَ
قَلبيmy heart لَهُfor him فيin جِدِّهِhis earnestness وَالمُزاحand jest
قَلبي لَهُ في جِدِّهِ وَالمُزاح
And more graceful and slender—how enamored
My heart is of him, in his earnestness and jest!
Translation model: Sol 6.1