عَبَثَtoyed النَسيمُthe breeze بِقَدِّهِwith his figure فَتَأَوَّداso he swayed
عَبَثَ النَسيمُ بِقَدِّهِ فَتَأَوَّدا
وَسَرىand spread الحَياءُbashfulness بِخَدِّهِacross his cheek فَتَوَرَّداso it turned rose-red
وَسَرى الحَياءُ بِخَدِّهِ فَتَوَرَّدا
The breeze toyed with his figure, and he swayed.
And bashfulness spread across his cheek, and it turned rose-red.
رَشَأٌa fawn تَفَرَّدَstood alone فيهِfor him قَلبيmy heart بِالهَوىin love
رَشَأٌ تَفَرَّدَ فيهِ قَلبي بِالهَوى
لَمّاwhen غَداbecame بِجَمالِهِin his beauty مُتَفَرِّداpeerless
لَمّا غَدا بِجَمالِهِ مُتَفَرِّدا
A fawn—my heart stood alone in loving him,
When he became peerless in his beauty.
قَمَرٌa moon هَدىguided أَهلَpeople of الضَلالِerror بَوَجهِهِwith his face
قَمَرٌ هَدى أَهلَ الضَلالِ بَوَجهِهِ
وَأَضَلَّand led astray بِالفَرعِwith the hair الأَثيثِluxuriant مَنِwhoever اِهتَدىwas rightly guided
وَأَضَلَّ بِالفَرعِ الأَثيثِ مَنِ اِهتَدى
A moon who guided those astray with his face,
And led the guided astray with his luxuriant tresses.
كَحَلَlined with kohl العُيونَthe eyes بِضَوءِwith the radiance of نورِthe light of جَبينِهِhis brow
كَحَلَ العُيونَ بِضَوءِ نورِ جَبينِهِ
عِندَat السُفورِunveiling فَلاso may I not عَدِمتُlack الإِثمِداantimony kohl
عِندَ السُفورِ فَلا عَدِمتُ الإِثمِدا
He lined the eyes with the radiant light of his brow
When he unveiled—may I never lack that antimony kohl.
مُغرىًaddicted بِإِخلافِto breaking المَواعِدِpromises فيin الهَوىlove
مُغرىً بِإِخلافِ المَواعِدِ في الهَوى
يالَيتَهُoh, if only he جَعَلَmade القَطيعَةَestrangement مَوعِداa promise
يالَيتَهُ جَعَلَ القَطيعَةَ مَوعِدا
Given to breaking promises in love,
If only he would make estrangement a promise!
سَلَبَتstole away مَحاسِنُهُhis charms العُقولَminds بِناظِرٍwith an eye
سَلَبَت مَحاسِنُهُ العُقولَ بِناظِرٍ
يُصديrusts القُلوبَhearts وَمَنظَرٍand a sight يَجلوpolishes away الصَداthe rust
يُصدي القُلوبَ وَمَنظَرٍ يَجلو الصَدا
His charms stole away minds with an eye
That rusts hearts, and a sight that polishes rust away.
ياO صاحِيَsober الأَعطافِthe limbs مِنfrom سُكرِthe intoxication of الطِلىwine
يا صاحِيَ الأَعطافِ مِن سُكرِ الطِلى
ماwhat بالُis the matter with طَرفِكَyour eye لاnot يَزالُcease مُعَربِداdrunkenly unruly
ما بالُ طَرفِكَ لا يَزالُ مُعَربِدا
O you whose limbs are sober, free of wine's drunkenness,
Why is your eye forever drunkenly unruly?
وَحُسامُand the sword of لِحظِكَyour glance كامِنٌlying hidden فيin غِمدِهِits sheath
وَحُسامُ لِحظِكَ كامِنٌ في غِمدِهِ
ماwhat بالُهُis the matter with it قَدَّcleft الضَرائِبَthe targets مُغمَداwhile sheathed
ما بالُهُ قَدَّ الضَرائِبَ مُغمَدا
And the sword of your glance lies hidden in its sheath—
How has it cleft its targets while still sheathed?
قاسوكَthey compared you بِالغُصنِto the bough الرَطيبِsupple جَهالَةًin ignorance
قاسوكَ بِالغُصنِ الرَطيبِ جَهالَةً
تَاللَهِby God قَدindeed ظَلَمَwronged المُشَبِّهُthe comparer وَاِعتَدىand overstepped
تَاللَهِ قَد ظَلَمَ المُشَبِّهُ وَاِعتَدى
They compared you to a supple bough in ignorance;
By God, the comparer has wronged you and overstepped.
حُسنُthe beauty of الغُصونِboughs إِذاwhen اِكتَسَتbecame clothed أَوراقُهاtheir leaves
حُسنُ الغُصونِ إِذا اِكتَسَت أَوراقُها
وَنَراكَand we see you أَحسَنَmost beautiful ماwhen تَكونُyou are مُجَرَّداbare
وَنَراكَ أَحسَنَ ما تَكونُ مُجَرَّدا
Boughs are beautiful when clothed in their leaves,
Yet we see you at your most beautiful when bare.
Translation model: Sol 6.1