بانَت سُلَيمى فَالفُؤادُ قَريحُ

بانَت سُلَيمى فَالفُؤادُ قَريحُ

وَدُموعُ عَيني في الرِداءِ سُفوحُ

وَدُموعُ عَيني في الرِداءِ سُفوحُ

Sulayma has departed, and the heart is wounded;

Sulayma has departed, so the heart is wounded.

the tears of my eyes stream down my robe.

And the tears of my eye pour onto my cloak.

وَلَقَد جَرى لَكَ يَومَ حَزمِ سُوَيقَةٍ

وَلَقَد جَرى لَكَ يَومَ حَزمِ سُوَيقَةٍ

فيما يُعِفُّ سانِحٌ وَبَريحُ

فيما يُعِفُّ سانِحٌ وَبَريحُ

And indeed, on the day of Ḥazm Suwayqa, there crossed your path,

And indeed, on the day at Hazm Suwayqa, there passed before you,

while a sāniḥ and a barīḥ wheeled in flight,

among the wing-beating birds, a rightward flier and a leftward one:

أَحوى القَوادِمِ بِالبَياضِ مُلَمَّعٌ

أَحوى القَوادِمِ بِالبَياضِ مُلَمَّعٌ

قَلِقُ المَواقِعِ بِالفِراقِ يَصيحُ

قَلِقُ المَواقِعِ بِالفِراقِ يَصيحُ

one dark of primary feather, dappled with white,

dark in its primary wing-feathers, flecked with white,

restless from perch to perch, crying out at separation.

restless at its perches, crying of parting.

حَسَنٌ لَدَيَّ حَديثُ مَن أَحبَبتُهُ

حَسَنٌ لَدَيَّ حَديثُ مَن أَحبَبتُهُ

وَحَديثُ مَن لا يُستَلَذُّ قَبيحُ

وَحَديثُ مَن لا يُستَلَذُّ قَبيحُ

Sweet to me is the speech of the one I love;

Pleasant to me is the talk of one I have loved;

the speech of one who gives no delight is ugly.

and ugly is the talk of one who gives no pleasure.

الحُبُّ أَبغَضُهُ إِلَيَّ أَقَلُّهُ

الحُبُّ أَبغَضُهُ إِلَيَّ أَقَلُّهُ

صَرِّح بِذاكَ وَراحَةٌ تَصريحُ

صَرِّح بِذاكَ وَراحَةٌ تَصريحُ

Of love, what I hate most is the least of it.

Of love, the least is what I hate most.

Say that openly—for open speech is a relief.

Speak plainly of that; plain speech is a relief.