أخطُّI inscribe سؤاليmy plea بالرِّقاعِon slips of paper ولاand do not أرىI see
أخطُّ سؤالي بالرِّقاعِ ولا أرى
جفاءَكyour coldness ياO هذاyou there بوصلكby your closeness ينسخis erased
جفاءَك يا هذا بوصلك ينسخ
I inscribe my plea on slips of paper, yet I do not see
I scribble my question on scraps but I see
your coldness, O you, erased by your closeness.
no end to your aloofness, oh you whose union copies severance.
ويذبحand slaughters جفنيmy eyelid بالدُّموعwith tears وماand there is nothing لهfor it
ويذبح جفني بالدُّموع وما له
سوىexcept الشهرthe month بعدafter الشهرthe month فيin البعدِseparation يسلخit flays
سوى الشهر بعد الشهر في البعدِ يسلخ
And my eyelid slaughters with tears; it has nothing
My eyelids bleed with tears, and for no reason,
but month after month to flay in separation.
only the month after month of distant separation skinning me.
ترىI wonder هلwhether لعامِيfor my year منfrom جبينكyour brow غرةa gleam
ترى هل لعامِي من جبينك غرة
بهاby it لاnot بدمعِيby my tears المستهلّstreaming يؤرَّخit is dated
بها لا بدمعِي المستهلّ يؤرَّخ
I wonder: will my year have a gleam from your brow,
Will this year of mine have a grin from your brow
by which, not by my streaming tears, it may be dated?
whereby, not my spilled tears, it will be recorded?
لئنif indeed أشبهتhave resembled منكof you الغصونthe boughs معاطفاًbodily curves
لئن أشبهت منك الغصون معاطفاً
لقدindeed أصبحتyou have become أيضاًalso تتيهyou strut وتشمخand you hold your head high
لقد أصبحت أيضاً تتيه وتشمخ
If the boughs have resembled your body's curves,
If boughs are cloaks resembling you,
you too have indeed come to strut and hold your head high.
you too have become lost and arrogant.
Sol 6.1