لاَno وَبَرْدِby the coolness of اللَّقَاmeeting وَحَرّand the heat of الفِرَاقِparting
لاَ وَبَرْدِ اللَّقَا وَحَرّ الفِرَاقِ
مَاnot لِقَلْبِيfor my heart منagainst لَسْعِةِthe sting of البَيْنِseparation رَاقِhealer by incantation
مَا لِقَلْبِي من لَسْعِةِ البَيْنِ رَاقِ
No—by the coolness of meeting and the heat of parting—
No, by the chill of parting and the heat of separation,
my heart has no healer for separation's sting.
My heart finds no relief from the pain of distant love.
كَيْفَhow يَخْفَىbe hidden حَرِيقُthe fire of وَجْدِthe longing of فُؤَادٍa heart
كَيْفَ يَخْفَى حَرِيقُ وَجْدِ فُؤَادٍ
صَيَّرَhas made الجفنَthe eyelid دائِمَperpetual الإغْرَاقِflooding
صَيَّرَ الجفنَ دائِمَ الإغْرَاقِ
How can the fire of a heart's longing be hidden,
How can the burning anguish of my heart be hidden
when it has made the eyelid forever awash?
When my eyes are ever tearful with sorrow?
كَتَمَتْهُconcealed it جَوَانِحِيmy ribs فَفَشَاهُand so disclosed it
كَتَمَتْهُ جَوَانِحِي فَفَشَاهُ
نَاطِقُspeaking الدَّمْعِtears صَامِتُsilent الآمَاقِthe inner eye-corners
نَاطِقُ الدَّمْعِ صَامِتُ الآمَاقِ
My ribs concealed it, but it was betrayed by
My spirit concealed it but my tearful eyes revealed it,
the silent eye-corners, speaking through tears.
My tears speak though my eyelids are silent.
يَاO غزَالاًgazelle عَنِfrom المحبّthe lover نَفُوراًfleeing
يَا غزَالاً عَنِ المحبّ نَفُوراً
وَشهَاباًand a meteor فِيin البُعْدِremoteness والإحْرَاقِand scorching
وَشهَاباً فِي البُعْدِ والإحْرَاقِ
O gazelle, fleeing from the lover,
O you gazelle, scornful of your lover,
and a meteor, remote and scorching!
A comet disappearing into the far horizon.
كَمْhow often أنَادِيكَI call to you شَرَّنِيhas harmed me مَاwhat دَهَانِيbefell me
كَمْ أنَادِيكَ شَرَّنِي مَا دَهَانِي
كَمْhow often أنَادِيكَI call to you شَفَّنِيhas wasted me away مَاwhat ألاَقِيI endure
كَمْ أنَادِيكَ شَفَّنِي مَا ألاَقِي
How often I call to you: what befell me has harmed me!
How often I call you, the more I call the less I find you.
How often I call to you: what I endure has wasted me away!
How often I call you, the less I see you appear before me.
فَأجِرْنِيso protect me مِنَfrom الجُفُونِthe eyelids فَقَلْبِيfor my heart
فَأجِرْنِي مِنَ الجُفُونِ فَقَلْبِي
مَاتَdied صَبْراًhelplessly, as a captive مِنَfrom السُّيُوفِthe swords الرّقَاقِslender
مَاتَ صَبْراً مِنَ السُّيُوفِ الرّقَاقِ
So protect me from the eyelids, for my heart
Save me from these unfeeling eyelids, for my patience
has died helpless beneath the slender swords.
Has died from the delicate blades of separation.
وَأغِثْنِيand rescue me مِنَfrom القدُودِthe figures فَإنِّيfor I
وَأغِثْنِي مِنَ القدُودِ فَإنِّي
لَسْتُI am not أقْوَىstrong enough عَلَىagainst الرّمَاحِthe spears الرّشَاقِslender
لَسْتُ أقْوَى عَلَى الرّمَاحِ الرّشَاقِ
And rescue me from those figures, for I
And aid me against these killing glances, for I cannot
cannot withstand the slender spears.
Withstand the piercing arrows shot from your eyes.
لَسْتُI do not أرْضَىaccept سِوَاكَanyone but you مَالِكَmaster of رِقِّيmy bondage
لَسْتُ أرْضَى سِوَاكَ مَالِكَ رِقِّي
لاَdo not تَسُمْنِيsubject me بِذِلَّةِto the humiliation of الإعْتَاقِemancipation
لاَ تَسُمْنِي بِذِلَّةِ الإعْتَاقِ
I accept none but you as master of my bondage.
I wish for no other but you, O master of my soul,
Do not subject me to the humiliation of being freed.
Do not condemn me to the disgrace of liberation.
سَامَحَmay pardon اللَّهُGod حَاجِبَيْكَyour two eyebrows كَمَاjust as قَدْindeed
سَامَحَ اللَّهُ حَاجِبَيْكَ كَمَا قَدْ
رَشَقَتْنِيshot me بِأسْهُمِwith the arrows of الأحْدَاقِthe eyes
رَشَقَتْنِي بِأسْهُمِ الأحْدَاقِ
May God pardon your eyebrows, even as they have
May God forgive your eyebrows that pelted me
shot me with the arrows of your eyes.
With the arrows shot from your bright piercing eyes.
وَحَمَىand may He protect وَاضِحَradiant الجَبِينِthe forehead لِئَلاَّlest
وَحَمَى وَاضِحَ الجَبِينِ لِئَلاَّ
تَدَّعِيهِclaim it أهِلَّةُthe crescents of الآفَاقِthe horizons
تَدَّعِيهِ أهِلَّةُ الآفَاقِ
and protect the radiant forehead, lest
And guard that bright forehead lest it be claimed
the crescents of the horizons lay claim to it.
By the people of all horizons as their own.
كَمْhow many قَطَعْنَاwe passed بِهِwith him لَيَالِيَnights of وَصْلٍunion
كَمْ قَطَعْنَا بِهِ لَيَالِيَ وَصْلٍ
فِيin استلاَمٍcaressing وَلَذَّةٍand delight وَاعْتِنَاقِand embracing
فِي استلاَمٍ وَلَذَّةٍ وَاعْتِنَاقِ
How many nights of union we spent with him,
How many nights of union we shared,
in caresses, delight, and embraces!
In embraces, in bliss, in intimate hugging.
وَجَلَوْنَاand we unveiled مِنَfrom الوُجُوهِthe faces شُمُوساًsuns
وَجَلَوْنَا مِنَ الوُجُوهِ شُمُوساً
فِيin الدّيَاجِيthe dark nights شَدِيدَةَintense in الإشْرَاقِradiance
فِي الدّيَاجِي شَدِيدَةَ الإشْرَاقِ
And from the faces we unveiled suns,
We sipped the wine of radiant faces in the darkness,
in the dark nights, intensely radiant.
Brilliant suns veiled in black tangled hair.
وَرَشَفْنَاand we sipped مِنَfrom الثغُورِthe lips كُؤُوسًاcups
وَرَشَفْنَا مِنَ الثغُورِ كُؤُوسًا
رَاحُهَاtheir wine فِيهِin it رَاحَةُthe repose of العُشَّاقِthe lovers
رَاحُهَا فِيهِ رَاحَةُ العُشَّاقِ
And from lips we sipped cups
We drank from lips like cups,
whose wine holds the lovers' repose.
Whose wine brought joy to lovers.
وَهَصَرْنَاand we bent مِنَfrom القدُودِthe figures غُصُونًاbranches
وَهَصَرْنَا مِنَ القدُودِ غُصُونًا
طَارَحَتْهَاexchanged songs with them بَلاَبِلُthe nightingales of الأشْوَاقِlonging
طَارَحَتْهَا بَلاَبِلُ الأشْوَاقِ
And we bent branches of shapely figures,
We plucked branches from killing glances,
with which longing's nightingales exchanged songs,
Cast aside by the twittering of ardent passions.
فِيin رِيَاضٍgardens وَوَرْدِand the roses of خَدٍّa cheek بديعٍwondrous
فِي رِيَاضٍ وَوَرْدِ خَدٍّ بديعٍ
حَفَّencircled حُسْنًاin beauty بِنرجسwith the narcissi of الاحدَاقِthe eyes
حَفَّ حُسْنًا بِنرجس الاحدَاقِ
amid gardens and the roses of a wondrous cheek,
In gardens and roses and beautiful cheeks,
beautifully encircled by the narcissi of eyes.
Adorned with narcissus-like bright eyes.
حَيْثُwhere وِرْدُthe draught of الوصَالِunion أعذبُthe sweetest وِرْدٍdraught
حَيْثُ وِرْدُ الوصَالِ أعذبُ وِرْدٍ
وَمذَاقُand the taste of الفرَاقparting مُرُّbitter المَذَاقِthe taste
وَمذَاقُ الفرَاق مُرُّ المَذَاقِ
where union's draught is the sweetest draught,
Where the wine of union is the sweetest wine,
and parting's flavor is bitter to taste.
And the taste of separation the most bitter taste.
ياO فُؤَادِيmy heart عَنِconcerning القَطِيعَةِestrangement صبراًbe patient
يا فُؤَادِي عَنِ القَطِيعَةِ صبراً
قَدْindeed قَضَىhas decreed البَيْنُseparation بَيْنَنَاbetween us بفرَاقِfor parting
قَدْ قَضَى البَيْنُ بَيْنَنَا بفرَاقِ
O my heart, bear estrangement patiently;
O my heart, be patient with this separation,
separation has decreed parting between us.
For distance has come between us against our will.
لاَdo not تَكُنْbe عِنْدَمَاwhen تُصَابُyou are afflicted جَزُوعًاdistraught
لاَ تَكُنْ عِنْدَمَا تُصَابُ جَزُوعًا
لَيْسَthere is not بَعْدَafter الفِرَاقِparting إلاّexcept التَّلاَقِيreunion
لَيْسَ بَعْدَ الفِرَاقِ إلاّ التَّلاَقِي
Do not be distraught when you are afflicted:
Do not despair when you are hurt,
after parting comes nothing but reunion.
After separation comes the joy of reunion.
بِأبِيmy father be ransom for مَنْthe one who إذَاwhen رَنَتْgazed مقلتَاهُhis two eyes
بِأبِي مَنْ إذَا رَنَتْ مقلتَاهُ
قَابَلَتْهُmet him الظِّبَاءُthe gazelles بِالإطْرَاقِwith lowered heads
قَابَلَتْهُ الظِّبَاءُ بِالإطْرَاقِ
My father be ransom for him: when his eyes gaze,
By the one whose glances, when they glance,
the gazelles meet him with lowered heads.
Are greeted by gazelles glancing back.
بَاخِلٌstingy بِالْوِصَالِwith union وَهْوَthough he is كَرِيمٌgenerous
بَاخِلٌ بِالْوِصَالِ وَهْوَ كَرِيمٌ
ضَيِّقُnarrow الجفنِthe eyelid وَاسعbroad الأخلاَقِcharacter
ضَيِّقُ الجفنِ وَاسع الأخلاَقِ
Stingy with union, though he is generous,
Stingy with union yet generous in nature,
narrow-lidded, broad in character.
Narrow of eye yet broad in character.
غُصْنُa branch of بَانٍthe bān tree وَدِعْصُand a mound of رملٍsand كثيبٌa dune
غُصْنُ بَانٍ وَدِعْصُ رملٍ كثيبٌ
بَدْرُa full moon تَمٍّfullness وَرِيمُand a white gazelle أنْسِintimacy تَلاَقِmeeting
بَدْرُ تَمٍّ وَرِيمُ أنْسِ تَلاَقِ
A bān-tree branch, and a sand mound—a dune;
A branch of Bān, a dune of shifting sands,
a full moon, and a white gazelle of intimate encounter.
A full moon of Tamm, a sand hill of trysts.
قَامَhe rose يَسْعَىhe hastens بِشَمْسِwith a sun of رَاحٍwine فَدَتْهَاmay someone ransom her
قَامَ يَسْعَى بِشَمْسِ رَاحٍ فَدَتْهَا
مُهْجَتِيmy lifeblood فِيat الصَّبُوحِmorning drinking وَالإغْبَاقِand evening drinking
مُهْجَتِي فِي الصَّبُوحِ وَالإغْبَاقِ
He rose, hastening with a sun of wine—may it be ransomed by
He came seeking with the sun of comfort, so I ransomed it
my lifeblood, at morning and evening drinking.
With my passion in the dawn and dark of night.
فَهْيَfor she is رَاحٌwine وَفِيand in الْحَقِيقَةِtruth رُوحٌa spirit
فَهْيَ رَاحٌ وَفِي الْحَقِيقَةِ رُوحٌ
وَعَجِيبٌand a marvel مِنْfrom حُكْمِthe decree of حلْفِa pact of اتِّفَاقِconcord
وَعَجِيبٌ مِنْ حُكْمِ حلْفِ اتِّفَاقِ
For she is wine, and in truth a spirit,
It was but a breeze, yet in truth a soul,
and a marvel born of the decree of a pact of concord.
A wonder made by the decree of concord.
وَهْيَand she is بِكرٌa virgin قَدalready انْجَلَتْhas been unveiled فِيin دنَانٍwine-jars
وَهْيَ بِكرٌ قَد انْجَلَتْ فِي دنَانٍ
مِنْof جُمَانٍpearls مُزَرَّدِinterlinked الأطْوَاقِneck-rings
مِنْ جُمَانٍ مُزَرَّدِ الأطْوَاقِ
And she is a virgin, already unveiled in wine-jars
A virgin who walked gracefully in a garden
of pearl, with interlinked neck-rings.
Adorned with clustering jeweled necklaces.
وَهْيَand she is نَارٌfire وَكَأسُهَاand her cup التبرُgold مَاءٌwater
وَهْيَ نَارٌ وَكَأسُهَا التبرُ مَاءٌ
وَبديعٌand wondrous المَاءُwater لِلنَّارِfor fire وَاقِa protector
وَبديعٌ المَاءُ لِلنَّارِ وَاقِ
And she is fire, and her cup of gold is water;
A fire whose cup is pure rainwater,
and how wondrous: water shields fire!
And wondrous is this water to the fire.
قَدْindeed حَبَتْshe bestowed بِالسَّنَاwith radiance ثُغُورَthe lips of النَّدَامَىthe drinking companions
قَدْ حَبَتْ بِالسَّنَا ثُغُورَ النَّدَامَى
وَحَبَاهَاand bestowed on her الحَبَابُthe bubbles ثَغْرَthe lips of السَّاقِيthe cupbearer
وَحَبَاهَا الحَبَابُ ثَغْرَ السَّاقِي
She has bestowed radiance on the drinking companions' lips,
She fell in love with the mouths of the repentant,
and the bubbles have bestowed on her the cupbearer's lips.
And the one who loves was gifted with her mouth’s kiss.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.