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ين الذي أَ ْل َقى ِھ َيا ًما؟ َ َھ ْل ُت َس ِّم Would you call what I have love’s fire?
أَ ْم ُج ُنو ًنا بِاألَ َمانِي؟ أ ْم َغ َرا ًما؟ Or mad hope? Or desire?
َما َيكونُ ال ُحبُّ ؟ َن ْوحً ا َوا ْبتِ َسا ًما؟ What is love? Grieving and a smile?
Or a fire trembling in my bones when our eyes meet,
ان ال َتالقِي
َ الحرَّ ى إذا َح َ وق األَضْ لَ ِع ُ ُأ ْم ُخف and the longing that I hide by gazing at my feet,
ت ف َِرارً ا بِا ْشتِ َياقي ْ َب ْي َن َع ْي َن ْي َنا َف
ُ أط َر ْق a longing for the quench of heaven’s drink?
س َتسْ قِينِي إ َذا َما؟ َ َعنْ َس َما ٍء لَ ْي Prayerful and thirsty I came but no,
الح ْو ُر لَ ْو أَصْ َب ُحنَّ ظِ ّالً في َش َرابي َ ُال ُعيُون Your eyes in all their fullness—
جيبِي ِ َك ْم َت َم َّنى َق ْلبِي ال َم ْكل ُومُ لَ ْو لَ ْم َتسْ َت How longs my wounded heart for your reply
ٍ ِمنْ َبعي ٍد لِلِ َھ َوى أَ ْو ِمنْ َق ِري
ب to love, whether from afar or nearby;
ٍ آ ِه لَ ْو لَ ْم َتعْ ِرفِي َق ْب َل ال َّتالقِي ِمنْ َحبي
ب Ah, if only you had never met another love,
if only your lips had never touched another mouth,
ش َفا َھا َ ِأَيَّ َث ْغ ٍر َمسَّ َھات
ِّ يك ال letting go its sweet pain with “Ah!”
َسا ِك ًبا َش ْك َواهُ آ ًھا ُث َّم آ ًھا؟ But me? I don’t know.
َغ ْي َر أَ ِّني َجا ِھلٌ َمعْ َنى ُس َؤالِي َعنْ َھ َوا َھا؟ Why question I her love for me?