يَا عَذْبَةَ الصَّوْتِ صَحَّيْتِ الْجَوَى فِيَّاقَدْ كَانَ صَوْتُكِ فِي فَيْحِ النَّوَى فَيًّا
رُدِّي لِيَ الرُّوحَ.. بَعْضَ الْوَقْتِ أَحْيَ بِهِفَمُنْذُ تَيَّمْتِنِي لَا لَمْ أَعُدْ حَيًّا
وَدِدْتُ لَوْ أَنْسُجُ الْأَقْمَارَ أُلْبِسُهَاقَوَامَكِ الْغَضَّ.. مَا أَبْهَى الضِّيَا زِيًّا
Sweet-Voiced One
- O sweet-voiced one, you have woken the passion in me;
your voice, in the burning wastes of parting1, was my shade. - Give back my soul to me a while, that I may live by it;
for since you made me love's captive, I have not been alive. - I wish that I could weave the moons, to clothe
your tender form: what lovelier robe than light was ever made!2
Notes
- Fayḥ is a wide, open expanse, and also the fierce spreading heat of a blaze; al-nawā is distance and separation from the beloved. Fayy is shade. Separation is thus a vast, scorching desert, and her voice, heard across it, was the one patch of shade. Fayḥ and fayy differ by only one letter, and fayyā at the end of the verse chimes with fiyyā, 'in me', at the end of the first half. ↩
- The closing exclamation, mā abhā l-ḍiyā ziyyā, 'how splendid is light as attire!', turns the wish into admiration: a garment woven from moonlight would be the only one worthy of her. ↩
English translation prepared by artificial intelligence and reviewed against the Arabic for accuracy of meaning and rhetoric.