ياO طيرbird هيجتyou stirred آلاميmy pains وأشجانيand my sorrows
يا طير هيجت آلامي وأشجاني
بماthrough what تغنيهyou sing it منof ألحانmelodies ولهانone consumed by longing
بما تغنيه من ألحان ولهان
O bird, you have stirred my pains and sorrows
O bird, you have stirred my sorrows and passions
Through the melodies you sing in longing.
With the melodies you sing and gentle tones
بيwithin me مثلlike ماwhat بكwithin you منof أحزانsorrows مغتربone far from home
بي مثل ما بك من أحزان مغترب
فالكلfor each مناof us وحيدalone ماnot لهfor him ثانanother
فالكل منا وحيد ما له ثان
I bear, like you, the sorrows of one far from home.
I have sorrows like yours from being an expat
For each of us is alone, with no one beside him.
For we are both lonely with no second one
بعثتI sent forth شكوايmy lament ألحاناmelodies مرتلةchanted
بعثت شكواي ألحانا مرتلة
وأنتand you شكواكyour lament ترجيعan echo لألحانيof my melodies
وأنت شكواك ترجيع لألحاني
I sent forth my lament as chanted melodies,
I sent my plaints as melodious chants
And you—your lament is an echo of my melodies.
While you send yours echoing my melodies
تشكوyou lament فراقseparation from رفيقa companion كنتyou were تألفهyou are fond of him
تشكو فراق رفيق كنت تألفه
أماas for أناme فشكاتيthen my lament بعدdistance from أوطانيmy native lands
أما أنا فشكاتي بعد أوطاني
You lament separation from a companion you once held dear;
You complain the parting of a friend you knew
As for me, my lament is for the distance from my native lands.
While I complain after my homelands
أينwhere المصيفthe summer retreat وأيامand days بهin it سلفتpassed؟
أين المصيف وأيام به سلفت؟
وأينand where ياO طيرbird أحبابيmy loved ones وخلانيand my dear friends
وأين يا طير أحبابي وخلاني
Where are the summer retreat and the days that passed there?
Where is the summer and days I spent in it?
And where, O bird, are my loved ones and my dear friends?
And where, O bird, are my loved ones and friends?
أينwhere الجبالthe mountains التيthat تكسوclothe أعاليهاtheir summits
أين الجبال التي تكسو أعاليها
بمذهبin a gilded covering منof كثيفdense السحبthe clouds هتانsteadily raining؟
بمذهب من كثيف السحب هتان؟
Where are the mountains that clothe their summits
Where are the mountains with their lofty tops
In a gilded veil of dense, rain-laden clouds?
Covered in dense, wandering clouds?
وأينand where منيfrom me شهارShahar؟ أينwhere هضبتهits plateau؟
وأين مني شهار؟ أين هضبته؟
ياah حبذاhow lovely فيهin it أفراحيmy joys وأحزانيand my sorrows!
يا حبذا فيه أفراحي وأحزاني!
And where, far from me, is Shahar? Where is its plateau?
Where is Shahaar from me? Where is its plateau?
Ah, how dear are my joys and sorrows there!
My joys and sorrows were good in it!
وأينand where منيfrom me(....)؟ أينwhere مجلسناour meeting place؟
وأين مني(....)؟ أين مجلسنا؟
فيin ظلمةthe darkness of الليلthe night أرعاهاI care for her وترعانيand she cares for me
في ظلمة الليل أرعاها وترعاني
And where, far from me, is (....)? Where is our meeting place?
And where is (name) from me? Where is our sit-in
In the darkness of night, I cared for her, and she cared for me.
In the darkness of night we herded them
وأينلاand where—no أينwhere ساعاتhours مفضلةcherished
وأينلا أين ساعات مفضلة
كانتبماwere, with what راحpassed فيهاwithin them خيرthe best of أزمانيmy times؟
كانتبما راح فيها خير أزماني؟
And where—no, where—are the cherished hours
And where - where are my favorite hours
That, with what passed within them, were the best of my days?
That were, when the best of my times went?
أيامdays كناwe were وذاكand that الروضthe garden يجمعناgathers us
أيام كنا وذاك الروض يجمعنا
جمعthe gathering of الأزاهرthe blossoms فيin ساحاتthe open spaces of نيسانApril
جمع الأزاهر في ساحات نيسان
Days when we were together, and that garden gathered us,
Days when we and that meadow brought us together
As blossoms gather in April's open spaces.
Like flowers gathered in the fields of April
إنif عزproved difficult يوماone day علىfor الأيامthe days عودتهاtheir return
إن عز يوما على الأيام عودتها
فالحلمياthen the dream, O طيرأدناهاbird, brought them near وأدنانيand brought me near
فالحلميا طيرأدناها وأدناني
If one day their return proves too hard for time,
Bringing those days back is hard now
Then the dream, O bird, has brought them near and brought me near.
So dreams, O bird, have drawn me in and tempted me
Sol 6.1