لمنfor whom أرعشI make tremble الوترthe string المجهداthe exhausted
لمن أرعش الوتر المجهدا
وأشدوand I sing وليسand there is no لشدويfor my singing مدىend؟
وأشدو وليس لشدوي مدى؟
For whom do I set the weary string trembling,
For whom do I pluck the exhausted lute
and sing, though my singing has no end?
And sing, though my singing has no end?
وأنهيand I end الغناءthe singing الجميلthe beautiful البديعthe wondrous
وأنهي الغناء الجميل البديع
لكيso that أبدأI begin الأحسنthe finer الأجوداthe better
لكي أبدأ الأحسن الأجودا
And end the lovely, wondrous song
And end the beautiful, wondrous singing
to begin a finer, better one.
Just so I can start one yet more fair
واستنشدand I ask for a song from الصمتsilence وحديalone هناhere
واستنشد الصمت وحدي هنا
وأخيلتيand my imaginings تعبرcross السرمداeternity
وأخيلتي تعبر السرمدا
And ask silence for a song, alone here,
I called upon silence here, all alone
while my imaginings traverse eternity.
As my imagination crossed eternity
فأسترجعso I retrieve الأمسyesterday منfrom قبرهits grave
فأسترجع الأمس من قبره
وأهوىand I love غداًtomorrow قبلbefore أنthat يولداit be born
وأهوى غداً قبل أن يولدا
So I retrieve yesterday from its grave,
So I recollect the past from its grave
and love tomorrow before it is born.
And yearn for tomorrow before it's born
وأستنبتand I make grow الرملthe sand بالأمنياتwith wishes،
وأستنبت الرمل بالأمنيات،
زهوراًflowers، واستنطقand I make speak الجلمداthe boulder
زهوراً، واستنطق الجلمدا
And with wishes I make the sand grow
And make the sands bloom with wishes
flowers, and make the boulder speak.
Flowers, and make the frozen speak
وحيناًand at times أناديI call وماand there is not منany مجيبٍone who answers
وحيناً أنادي وما من مجيبٍ
وحيناًand at times أجيبI answer وماand there is not منany نداcall
وحيناً أجيب وما من ندا
At times I call, and no one answers;
Sometimes I call but no one answers
at times I answer, and there is no call.
Other times I answer with no caller
وأبكيand I weep ولكنand yet بكاءweeping الطيورthe birds
وأبكي ولكن بكاء الطيور
فيدعوننيso they call me الشاعرthe poet المنشداthe singing one
فيدعونني الشاعر المنشدا
And I weep, but with the weeping of birds,
And I cry, but the crying of birds
so they call me the singing poet.
Who call me the singing poet
لمنfor whom أعزفI play الدمعtears لحناًa melody رقيقاًtender
لمن أعزف الدمع لحناً رقيقاً
كسحرlike the magic of الصباyouth كابتسامlike the smile of الهدىguidance؟
كسحر الصبا كابتسام الهدى؟
For whom do I play my tears as a tender melody,
For whom do I play the tear a gentle tune
like youth's magic, like guidance's smile?
Like the magic of youth or the smile of guidance?
لعينيكfor your eyes نغمتI tuned قيثارتيmy lyre
لعينيك نغمت قيثارتي
وأنطقتهاand I made it voice النغمthe melody الأخلداthe most enduring
وأنطقتها النغم الأخلدا
For your eyes I tuned my lyre,
For your eyes my lute sang
and made it voice the most enduring melody.
And made it speak the eternal melody
أغنيكI sing to you وحديalone وظلand the shadow of القنوطdespair،
أغنيك وحدي وظل القنوط،
أماميbefore me وخلفيand behind me كطيفlike a specter of الردىdeath
أمامي وخلفي كطيف الردى
I sing to you alone, and despair's shadow
I sing you alone as despair's shadow
lies before and behind me like death's specter.
Is before me and behind like a specter of loss
وأشدوand I sing بذكراكin remembrance of you لمdid not تسأليyou ask
وأشدو بذكراك لم تسألي
لمنfor whom ذلكthat الشدوthe song أوor منwho شداsang؟
لمن ذلك الشدو أو من شدا؟
And I sing in remembrance of you; you did not ask:
And I sing of remembering you, though you never asked
"For whom is that song, or who sang it?"
For whom is this singing or who has sung?
كأنas though لمnot نكنwe were نلتقيwe meet والهوىand love
كأن لم نكن نلتقي والهوى
يدللpampers تاريخناour history الأمرداthe beardless
يدلل تاريخنا الأمردا
As though we had never met, while love
As if we'd never met and love
pampered our beardless history.
Pampers our eternal history
وحبيand my love يغنيكsings to you أصبىthe most youthful اللحونthe melodies،
وحبي يغنيك أصبى اللحون،
فيحمرso it blushes فيin وجنتيكyour cheeks الصدىthe echo
فيحمر في وجنتيك الصدى
And my love sang you the most youthful melodies,
And my love sings you in the most beautiful tones
so the echo blushed in your cheeks.
Bringing color to your cheeks in response
ونمشيand we walk كطفلينlike two children لمdid not نكترثwe care
ونمشي كطفلين لم نكترث
بماabout what أصلحmended الدهرtime أوor أفسداruined
بما أصلح الدهر أو أفسدا
And we walked like two children, heedless
And we walk like carefree children
of what time had mended or ruined.
Not bothered by what time has mended or ruined
ونزهوand we exult كأناas though we ملكناwe owned الوجودexistence،
ونزهو كأنا ملكنا الوجود،
وكانand it was لناours قبلbefore أنthat يوجداit be brought into being
وكان لنا قبل أن يوجدا
And we exulted as though we owned existence,
And we frolic as if we owned existence
and it had been ours before it came to be.
And it was ours before it came to be
وملعبناand our playground جدولٌa stream منof عبيرٍfragrance
وملعبنا جدولٌ من عبيرٍ
إذاwhenever مسهtouched it خطوناour footsteps.. غرداit trilled
إذا مسه خطونا.. غردا
And our playground was a stream of fragrance;
Our playground is a stream of fragrance
whenever our footsteps touched it, it trilled.
That sings when touched by our steps
وأفراحناand our joys كشفاهlike the lips of الزهورthe flowers،
وأفراحنا كشفاه الزهور،
تهامسهاwhisper to them قبلاتkisses الندىthe dew
تهامسها قبلات الندى
And our joys were like the lips of flowers,
And our joys are like the lips of flowers
the dew's kisses whispering to them.
Whispering kisses of dew
أكادI almost أضمembrace عهودthe times of اللقاءmeeting،
أكاد أضم عهود اللقاء،
وألثمهاand I kiss them مشهداًa scene مشهداa scene
وألثمها مشهداً مشهدا
I almost clasp the times of our meetings,
I almost gather our days of meeting
and kiss them, scene by scene.
And kiss them scene by scene
وأجترand I chew over ميلادthe birth of تاريخناour history
وأجتر ميلاد تاريخنا
وأمتشقand I brandish المهدthe cradle والمولداand the birthplace
وأمتشق المهد والمولدا
And I chew over the birth of our history,
And pull out the birth of our history
and brandish the cradle and the birthplace.
And wrap myself in the cradle and birth
وأذكرand I remember كيفhow التقيناwe met هناكthere،
وأذكر كيف التقينا هناك،
وكيفand how سبقناwe preceded هناhere الموعداthe appointed time؟
وكيف سبقنا هنا الموعدا؟
And I remember how we met there,
And remember how we met there
and how, here, we arrived before our appointed time?
And how we arrived at our tryst early
وكيفand how افترقناwe parted علىagainst رغمناour will؟
وكيف افترقنا على رغمنا؟
وضعناand we were lost: وضاعand was lost هواناour love سدىin vain
وضعنا: وضاع هوانا سدى
And how we parted against our will?
And how we parted against our will?
And we were lost, and our love was lost in vain.
We put it: and it was lost in vain
حطمناwe shattered الكؤوسthe cups ولمand did not نرتويwe quench our thirst
حطمنا الكؤوس ولم نرتوي
وعدتand I returned أمدI stretch out إليهاtoward them اليداthe hand
وعدت أمد إليها اليدا
We shattered the cups without quenching our thirst,
We broke the cups and were not sated
and I returned to stretch my hand toward them.
And I reached for them again
وأخدعand I deceive بالوهمwith illusion جوعthe hunger of الحنينlonging،
وأخدع بالوهم جوع الحنين،
كماas يخدعdeceives الحلمthe dream الهجداthe sleepers
كما يخدع الحلم الهجدا
And with illusion I deceive the hunger of longing,
And fool my longing with fantasy
as a dream deceives sleepers.
As dreams deceive the sleepy
أحنI yearn فأقتاتso I feed on ذكرىthe memory of اللقاءthe meeting
أحن فأقتات ذكرى اللقاء
لعليperhaps I بذكراهthrough its memory أنthat أسعداI may be happy
لعلي بذكراه أن أسعدا
I yearn, and feed on the memory of our meeting,
I yearn so I feed on memories of our meeting
perhaps, through its memory, I might be happy.
Hoping through them to find bliss
واقتطفand I pluck الصفوserenity منfrom وهمهits illusion
واقتطف الصفو من وهمه
كماas يقطفplucks الواهمthe dreamer الفرقداthe Farqad star
كما يقطف الواهم الفرقدا
And I pluck serenity from its illusion,
And pluck the choicest from its imagination
as a dreamer plucks the Farqad star.
As the fanciful pluck the stars
أتدرينdo you know أينwhere غرسناwe planted المنىhopes؟
أتدرين أين غرسنا المنى؟
وكيفand how ذوتthey withered قبلbefore أنthat نحصداwe harvest؟
وكيف ذوت قبل أن نحصدا؟
Do you know where we planted our hopes,
Do you know where we planted wishes?
and how they withered before we could harvest them?
And how they melted before harvested?
تذكرتI remembered فاحترتthen I grew bewildered فيamid الذكرياthe memories (continued)
تذكرت فاحترت في الذكريا
تcompletion of “memories” وحيرتand I bewildered أطيافهاtheir phantoms الشرداthe wandering
ت وحيرت أطيافها الشردا
I remembered, then grew bewildered amid memories,
I remembered and was confused by memories
and bewildered their wandering phantoms.
And their wandering shadows baffled me
إذاwhen قلتI said: كيفhow انتهىended حبناour love؟
إذا قلت: كيف انتهى حبنا؟
أجابanswered السؤالthe question: وكيفand how ابتداit began؟
أجاب السؤال: وكيف ابتدا؟
When I asked, "How did our love end?"
If I say: How did our love end?
the question answered: "And how did it begin?"
The question answers: How did it start?
فأطرقتso I bowed my head أحسوI sip بقاياthe remnants of البكاweeping (continued)
فأطرقت أحسو بقايا البكا
ءcompletion of “weeping” وقدand already أوشكwas about الدمعthe tears أنto ينفداrun dry
ء وقد أوشك الدمع أن ينفدا
So I bowed my head, sipping the remnants of weeping,
So I bowed my head to swallow the remains of tears
and my tears were already about to run dry.
As my tears were about to run out
وأبكيand I weep for مواسمكyour seasons العاطراfragrant (continued)
وأبكي مواسمك العاطرا
تcompletion of “fragrant” وأيامهاand their days الغضةthe tender الخرداthe bashful, maidenlike
ت وأيامها الغضة الخردا
And I weep for your fragrant seasons,
And I cry for your fragrant seasons
and their tender, maidenly days.
And days still green and small
ومنand whoever فاتهpassed him by الرغدease فيin يومهhis day
ومن فاته الرغد في يومه
مضىhe went on يندبlamenting الماضيthe past الأرغداthe more comfortable
مضى يندب الماضي الأرغدا
And whoever is denied ease in his day
Whoever misses prosperity in his day
goes on lamenting the past of greater ease.
Regrets the most prosperous past
أصيخيlisten closely إلىto قصتيmy story إننيindeed I
أصيخي إلى قصتي إنني
أقصI recount هناhere الجانبthe side الأنكداthe most wretched
أقص هنا الجانب الأنكدا
Listen closely to my story; indeed, I
I complain to my fate that I
recount here its most wretched side.
Relate here the most woeful part
أمضُthe most painful الأسىgrief أنthat تجورoppress الخطوبcalamities
أمضُ الأسى أن تجور الخطوب
وأشكوand I complain فلاand so not أجدI find المسعداthe comforter
وأشكو فلا أجد المسعدا
The sharpest grief is that calamities oppress me,
My misery that luck draws swords
and I complain, yet find no comforter.
And I complain but find no bliss
وأشقىand I suffer ويشقىand they suffer بيbecause of me الحاسدونthose who envy
وأشقى ويشقى بي الحاسدون
وماand not نلتI gained ماwhat يخلقcreates الحسداenvy
وما نلت ما يخلق الحسدا
And I suffer, and those who envy me suffer because of me,
And I suffer, and the envious suffer with me
though I have gained nothing that breeds envy.
Though I never gained what inspires envy
علامwhy يعادوننيthey are hostile to me! لمdid not أجدI find
علام يعادونني! لم أجد
سوىother than ماwhat يسرpleases ألدthe fiercest of العداthe enemies!
سوى ما يسر ألد العدا!
Why are they hostile to me? I have found
Why do they hate me! I have found
nothing but what delights my fiercest foes!
Nothing but what pleases the fiercest foe!
حياتيmy life عذابٌtorment ولحنand a melody حزينsad
حياتي عذابٌ ولحن حزين
فهلso is there لعذابيfor my torment ولحنيand my melody مدىan end؟
فهل لعذابي ولحني مدى؟
My life is torment and a sorrowful melody;
My life is torment and a sad song
so is there an end to my torment and my melody?
So will my torment and song have no end?
Sol 6.1