ماذاwhat منof الشوقlonging جنايmy harvest والأرقand sleeplessness
ماذا من الشوق جناي والأرق
برقٌlightning علىover حمصHoms كقلبٍlike a heart خفقthrobbed
برقٌ على حمص كقلبٍ خفق
What is my harvest of longing and sleeplessness?
What agony of longing and sleeplessness
Lightning over Homs, like a throbbing heart.
A lightning over Homs like a fluttering heart
ياO جاعلاًone who places فيin حمصHoms قلبيmy heart لقدindeed
يا جاعلاً في حمص قلبي لقد
حمَّصتyou roasted مشتاقكَthe one yearning for you حتَّىuntil احْترقhe burned
حمَّصت مشتاقكَ حتَّى احْترق
O you who placed my heart in Homs, indeed
O He who made my heart in Homs, indeed
You roasted the one who yearns for you until he burned.
You have roasted your longing one until he burned
حتَّىuntil إذاwhen عادَreturned إمامthe imam الهدىof guidance
حتَّى إذا عادَ إمام الهدى
تساعدjoined forces السعدgood fortune فرقso it subsided الفرقfear
تساعد السعد فرق الفرق
Until, when the Imam of Guidance returned,
Until the Imam of guidance returns
Good fortune lent its aid, so fear subsided.
Good fortune aids to separate the distinguished from the common
أعظمhow magnificent بهhe is تاجاًas a crown لعليائهِfor his exalted glory
أعظم به تاجاً لعليائهِ
يعطفhe links ردّthe echo المدحof praise عطفa joining النسقof coordination
يعطف ردّ المدح عطف النسق
How magnificent he is—a crown for his exalted glory,
With him I make the greatest crown for his supremacy
Linking the echoes of praise in orderly sequence.
Which inclines the praise to the rhythm of prose
منamong نعمthe blessings of الوهَّابthe Bestower سبحانglory be to منthe One who
من نعم الوهَّاب سبحان من
جمَّلbeautified منof أخلاقهhis character ماwhat خلقHe created
جمَّل من أخلاقه ما خلق
Among the blessings of the Bestower—glory be to Him
From the blessings of the Giver of all, glory to Him who
Who beautified the character He created in him.
Adorned from His morals what He created
إذاwhenever كتبتُI write السطرthe line منof مدحهِhis praise
إذا كتبتُ السطر من مدحهِ
أضاءit shines فيon الطرسِthe parchment ضياءthe radiance of الفلقdaybreak
أضاء في الطرسِ ضياء الفلق
Whenever I write a line in his praise,
When I write a line in his praise
It shines on the parchment with the radiance of daybreak,
It shines in the sheet the light of dawn
فلمso it did not يزدadd إلاexcept بماby what زادَexceeded منof
فلم يزد إلا بما زادَ من
بياضِهits whiteness فوقabove بياضthe whiteness of الورقthe paper
بياضِه فوق بياض الورق
Adding nothing but the excess of
So it only increased what increased from
Its whiteness over the whiteness of the paper.
His whiteness above the whiteness of paper
Sol 6.1