كانwas حلماa dream ياO فؤاديmy heart حبهاher love
كان حلما يا فؤادي حبها
وخيالاand an illusion ماwhat ألاقيI encounter منof هواهاher passion
وخيالا ما ألاقي من هواها
Her love was a dream, O my heart,
It was a dream, oh my heart, her love,
And what I felt of her passion was an illusion,
And an illusion, I cannot find anyone like her.
قبلbefore هذاthis الشوقthe longing والوجدand the ardor الذيthat
قبل هذا الشوق والوجد الذي
تركتهleft it فيin فؤاديmy heart مقلتاهاher two eyes
تركته في فؤادي مقلتاها
Before this longing and ardor that
Before this longing and passion,
Her two eyes left within my heart.
Which she left in my heart when she departed.
فإذاthen behold بيwith me ولقاهاand meeting her غايتيmy goal
فإذا بي ولقاها غايتي
أجدI find الحبlove صحيحgenuine منfrom سواهاsomeone other than her
أجد الحب صحيح من سواها
Then suddenly I—with meeting her my goal—
And when I met her, my ultimate desire,
Find genuine love from someone other than her.
I found love to be true, nothing else compares.
خدعتنيshe deceived me بالمنىwith hopes معسولةhoneyed
خدعتني بالمنى معسولة
فمضتso they passed away كالريحlike the wind ياO قلبيmy heart مناهاher hopes
فمضت كالريح يا قلبي مناها
She deceived me with honeyed hopes,
She deceived me with sweet wishes,
So her hopes passed like the wind, O my heart.
Then left like the wind, O my heart, without her.
ذكرياتmemories الأمسyesterday ماhow أعذبهاsweet they are!
ذكريات الأمس ما أعذبها!
ليتهاif only they ظلتremained كماas كنتI used to أراهاsee them!
ليتها ظلت كما كنت أراها!
Memories of yesterday—how sweet they are!
Memories of the past, how sweet they are!
If only they had remained as I used to see them!
If only they remained as I saw them.
جنةa garden ذاتwith زهورflowers غضةtender
جنة ذات زهور غضة
عبقتwas fragrant طيباwith perfume كماjust as لذwas sweet جناهاits fruit
عبقت طيبا كما لذ جناها
A garden with tender flowers,
A garden of fresh, blooming flowers,
Fragrant with perfume, just as its fruit was sweet.
Fragrant with a pleasant scent like its paradise.
يسعدrejoices القلبthe heart إذاwhen مرتpassed بهthrough it
يسعد القلب إذا مرت به
ساعةthe hour الذكرىremembrance وأيامand the days صفاهاits serenity
ساعة الذكرى وأيام صفاها
The heart rejoices when through it pass
The heart is happy when
The hour of remembrance and the days of its serenity.
The moment of reminiscence and days of its prime pass through it.
فيغنيso it sings طارداdriving away لوعتهits anguish
فيغني طاردا لوعته
مبعداbanishing عنfrom نفسهitself كلall سجاهاits darkness
مبعدا عن نفسه كل سجاها
So it sings, driving away its anguish,
So it sings, dispelling its sadness,
Banishing all its darkness from itself.
Banishing from itself all its grief.
Sol 6.1