بِأبِيwith my father as ransom هوىًa beloved فارقْتُهI parted from him ولِمثلِهand for one like him
بِأبِي هوىً فارقْتُه ولِمثلِه
لوif كانَwere يُوجدُto be found مثلُهhis like خُلِقwas created الهَوَىlove
لو كانَ يُوجدُ مثلُه خُلِق الهَوَى
My father be ransom for the beloved I parted from; for one like him—
if his like could be found—love was created.
حَازَhe possessed الجمَالَbeauty بأسرِهin its entirety لمdid not يَحوِpossess مِنْof
حَازَ الجمَالَ بأسرِه لم يَحوِ مِنْ
فِتَنِthe enchantments of الملاحةِloveliness يُوسفٌJoseph ماwhat قَدindeed حَوَىhe possessed
فِتَنِ الملاحةِ يُوسفٌ ما قَد حَوَى
He possessed beauty in its entirety; never did
Joseph possess such charms of loveliness as he possessed.
فيin القَلبِthe heart منهfrom him غُلّةٌa burning thirst فَلَوِso even if اُغتَدىit were to become
في القَلبِ منه غُلّةٌ فَلَوِ اُغتَدى
فيin ماءِthe water of خدَّيْهِhis two cheeks غَرِيقاًdrowned مَاnot ارْتَوَىit quenched its thirst
في ماءِ خدَّيْهِ غَرِيقاً مَا ارْتَوَى
In the heart is a burning thirst for him; even were it to become
drowned in the water of his cheeks, its thirst would not be quenched.
يَلحىhe reproaches عليهbecause of him خَلِيَّfree of بالٍcare ماnot دَرَىhe has known
يَلحى عليه خَلِيَّ بالٍ ما دَرَى
دمعَthe tears of الغَرامِpassionate love ولاnor دَرىhas he known كيفَwhat ... is like الجوَىburning heartache
دمعَ الغَرامِ ولا دَرى كيفَ الجوَى
A carefree man reproaches me for him, one who has never known
the tears of passion, nor known what heartache is.
متكلِّفٌtaking upon himself مَقْتَthe hatred of النّصيحَةِadvice مالَهُhe gains nothing from
متكلِّفٌ مَقْتَ النّصيحَةِ مالَهُ
رُشْدُthe good sense of المحبِّthe lover ولاnor عليهagainst him إنif غَوَىhe strays
رُشْدُ المحبِّ ولا عليه إن غَوَى
He takes on the odium of advice; he gains nothing from
the lover's good sense, nor bears blame if he goes astray.
وأناand I المروَّعُthe terror-stricken one بالنّوىby separation لوif أنّنِيthat I
وأنا المروَّعُ بالنّوى لو أنّنِي
أحببتُهاI loved it لجَرَتْwould take its course بِفُرقَتِهاwith separation from it نَوَىseparation
أحببتُها لجَرَتْ بِفُرقَتِها نَوَى
And I am terror-stricken by separation; were I
to love it, separation would bring about my parting from it.
فعلامَso why يَلْحَىreproach اللائمُونthe reproachers بجهْلِهمin their ignorance
فعلامَ يَلْحَى اللائمُون بجهْلِهم
مَنone who جُرحُهُhis wound فيin الحُبِّlove عندَهمُin their eyes شَوَىa trifle
مَن جُرحُهُ في الحُبِّ عندَهمُ شَوَى
Why, then, do the reproachers in their ignorance reproach
one whose wound in love they deem a trifle?
Translation model: Sol 6.1