مَاnot إِنْemphasizes the negation رَأَيْتُI have seen بَعِيداًdistant مِثْلَlike أَوْتَارِيmy strings
مَا إِنْ رَأَيْتُ بَعِيداً مِثْلَ أَوْتَارِي
تُصْلِيthey burn وَتُسْلِيand they soothe بِتَوْشِيحِيwith my ornamented verse وَأَشْعَارِيand my poems
تُصْلِي وَتُسْلِي بِتَوْشِيحِي وَأَشْعَارِي
Never have I seen anything so distant as my strings.
I have not seen one so far as my strings
I have never seen anything reach as far as my strings,
They burn and soothe with my ornamented verse and poems.
That prays and finds comfort in my compositions and poetry
Kindling passion and bringing solace through my strophic verses and my poetry.
إِذَاwhenever ذَكَرْتُI mention حُسَيْناًHusayn بِالْعِرَاقِin Iraq سَمَاrises
إِذَا ذَكَرْتُ حُسَيْناً بِالْعِرَاقِ سَمَا
وَجْدُyearning الْغَرِيبِthe stranger وَجَرَّand trails الذَّيْلَthe hem ذُوpossessor of الدَّارِthe house
وَجْدُ الْغَرِيبِ وَجَرَّ الذَّيْلَ ذُو الدَّارِ
Whenever I mention Husayn in Iraq, there rises
When I remember Hussein in Iraq it rains
Whenever I mention Husayn in Iraq, there soars
the stranger's yearning, and the householder trails his hem.
A stranger's fervor and the train of the long robe
The longing of the exile, while the resident trails his robes.
Sol 6.1