ياO صَدىًlifeless body بِالثَغرِat the frontier جاوَرَهُlay beside him
يا صَدىً بِالثَغرِ جاوَرَهُ
رِمَمٌmortal remains بورِكَتblessed be they مِنamong رِمَمِmortal remains
رِمَمٌ بورِكَت مِن رِمَمِ
O dead one at the frontier, beside whom lie
remains—blessed among remains!
صبَّحَتكَcame to you at dawn الخَيلُthe horses غادِيَةًsetting forth in the morning
صبَّحَتكَ الخَيلُ غادِيَةً
فَأَثارَتكَand stirred you فَلَمyet did not تَرِمِyou move
فَأَثارَتكَ فَلَم تَرِمِ
The horses came to you, setting forth at dawn,
and stirred you, yet you did not move.
ياO صَدىًlifeless body بِالثَغرِat the frontier مُرتَهَناًheld captive
يا صَدىً بِالثَغرِ مُرتَهَناً
بِمَمَرِّin the path of الريحِthe wind وَالدِيَمِand steady rains
بِمَمَرِّ الريحِ وَالدِيَمِ
O dead one at the frontier, held captive
in the path of the wind and steady rains,
لاnot أَرىI see إِلّاexcept أَخاa man of كَرَمٍgenerosity
لا أَرى إِلّا أَخا كَرَمٍ
باكِياًmourning مِنهُin him أَخاa man of كَرَمِgenerosity
باكِياً مِنهُ أَخا كَرَمِ
I see none but a man of generosity,
mourning in him a man of generosity.
كَمhow many بِصَدرِيَin my breast فيكَfor you مِنof حُرَقٍburning griefs
كَم بِصَدرِيَ فيكَ مِن حُرَقٍ
وَبِكَفِّيَand in my hand مِنكَfrom you مِنof نِعَمِfavors
وَبِكَفِّيَ مِنكَ مِن نِعَمِ
How many burning griefs for you fill my breast,
and how many favors from you fill my hand!
لاNo لَعَمرِby the life of المَجدِglory وَالكَرَمِand generosity
لا لَعَمرِ المَجدِ وَالكَرَمِ
وَمَزارِand by pilgrimage to البَيتِthe House وَالحَرَمِand the Sanctuary
وَمَزارِ البَيتِ وَالحَرَمِ
No, by the life of glory and generosity,
and by pilgrimage to the House and the Sanctuary,
لاسَلَوتُI shall never cease grieving الدَهرَfor all time عَنover مَلِكٍa king
لاسَلَوتُ الدَهرَ عَن مَلِكٍ
طَلِقِradiant وَجهِface العُرفِkindness وَالشِيَمِand character
طَلِقِ وَجهِ العُرفِ وَالشِيَمِ
never, while time endures, shall I cease to mourn a king
radiant-faced in kindness and character.
هَذِهِthis نُعماهُhis bounty مِلءُfilling يَديmy hand
هَذِهِ نُعماهُ مِلءُ يَدي
وَثَناand praise of رُحماهُhis compassion مِلءُfilling فَميmy mouth
وَثَنا رُحماهُ مِلءُ فَمي
This is his bounty, filling my hand,
and praise of his compassion fills my mouth.
Sol 6.1