ياO عَذِليmy reproacher قَدindeed كُنتُI was قَبلَكَbefore you عاذِلاًa reproacher
يا عَذِلي قَد كُنتُ قَبلَكَ عاذِلاً
حَتّىuntil اِبتُليتُI was afflicted فَصِرتُso I became صَبّاًlovesick ذاهِلاbewildered
حَتّى اِبتُليتُ فَصِرتُ صَبّاً ذاهِلا
O reproacher, before you I too was once a reproacher,
O my reproacher, I was indeed a reproacher before you,
until I was afflicted and became lovesick, dazed.
Until I was afflicted and so became lovesick and bewildered.
الحُبُّlove أَوَّلُat first ماwhen يَكونُit is مَجانَةًfrivolity
الحُبُّ أَوَّلُ ما يَكونُ مَجانَةً
فَإِذاbut when تَحَكَّمَit takes command صارَit becomes شُغلاًa preoccupation شاغِلاall-consuming
فَإِذا تَحَكَّمَ صارَ شُغلاً شاغِلا
Love, when it first begins, is but reckless folly;
Love, at first, is frivolity;
but once it takes command, it becomes an all-consuming care.
But when it takes command, it becomes an all-consuming preoccupation.
أَرضىI am content فَيَغضَبُyet he grows angry قاتِليmy slayer فَتَعَجَّبواso marvel, all of you
أَرضى فَيَغضَبُ قاتِلي فَتَعَجَّبوا
يَرضىis content القَتيلُthe slain وَلاand not يُرَضّيappeases القاتِلاthe slayer
يَرضى القَتيلُ وَلا يُرَضّي القاتِلا
I am content, and my slayer grows angry—marvel at that!
I am content, yet my slayer grows angry—so marvel!
The slain man is content, yet does not satisfy the slayer.
The slain is content, yet does not appease the slayer.
