يا قلبيَ الدَّامي إلامَ الوُجومْ

يا قلبيَ الدَّامي إلامَ الوُجومْ

يَكْفيكَ إنَّ الحُزْنَ فظٌّ غَشُومْ

يَكْفيكَ إنَّ الحُزْنَ فظٌّ غَشُومْ

O my bleeding heart, how long this gloom?

O my grieving heart, why so gloomy?

O my bleeding heart, how long this sullen gloom?

Enough! Sorrow is harsh and tyrannical.

Enough, sorrow is harsh and overwhelming

Enough, for sorrow is a savage, crushing weight.

هذي كؤوسي مُرَّةً كالرَّدى

هذي كؤوسي مُرَّةً كالرَّدى

مَا مِلْؤُها إلاَّ عصيرُ الهُمومْ

مَا مِلْؤُها إلاَّ عصيرُ الهُمومْ

These are my cups, bitter as death;

These are my cups, bitter as misery

Here stand my cups, as bitter as the grave,

their contents are nothing but the juice of cares.

Filled with nothing but the juice of worries

Filled with naught but the pressed essence of woe.

وذاكَ نايِي صامتٌ واجِمٌ

وذاكَ نايِي صامتٌ واجِمٌ

يُصغي إلى صوتِ الغَرامِ القديمْ

يُصغي إلى صوتِ الغَرامِ القديمْ

And that is my flute, silent and forlorn,

That flute of mine, silent and sullen

And there my flute lies silent, grim and still,

listening to the voice of old love.

Listening to the sound of old love

Listening to the echoes of an ancient love.

يا قلبيَ الباكي إلامَ البُكَا

يا قلبيَ الباكي إلامَ البُكَا

مَا في فضاءِ الكونِ شيءٌ يدومْ

مَا في فضاءِ الكونِ شيءٌ يدومْ

O my weeping heart, how long this weeping?

O my crying heart, why the tears?

O my weeping heart, how long will tears flow?

Nothing in the expanse of the universe endures.

Nothing in the universe is lasting

When nothing in this vast cosmos remains.

فانثُرْ غُبارَ الحُزْن فوقَ الدُّجَى

فانثُرْ غُبارَ الحُزْن فوقَ الدُّجَى

واسمعْ إلى صوتِ الشَّبابِ الرخِيمْ

واسمعْ إلى صوتِ الشَّبابِ الرخِيمْ

So scatter the dust of sorrow over the darkness,

Scatter the dust of sorrow over the darkness

Scatter the dust of grief upon the night,

and listen to the mellow voice of youth.

And listen to the voice of gentle youth

And hearken to the dulcet voice of youth.

وانقُرْ على دَفِّ الهَوَى لحنَهُ

وانقُرْ على دَفِّ الهَوَى لحنَهُ

وارقُصْ مَعَ النُّورِ الضَّحوكِ الوسيمْ

وارقُصْ مَعَ النُّورِ الضَّحوكِ الوسيمْ

And beat its melody on love's tambourine,

Strum on the rhythm of passion's drum

Beat upon passion's drum its rhythmic tune,

and dance with the laughing, handsome light.

And dance with the charming, smiling light

And dance alongside the light, laughing and fair.

يا قلبيَ الدَّاجي إلامَ الوُجومْ

يا قلبيَ الدَّاجي إلامَ الوُجومْ

إنْ لمْ أَلُمْ قلبي فَمَنْ أَلومْ

إنْ لمْ أَلُمْ قلبي فَمَنْ أَلومْ

O my darkened heart, how long this gloom?

O my burning heart, why so gloomy?

O my shadowed heart, how long this sullen gloom?

If I do not blame my heart, whom shall I blame?

If I don't blame my heart, who do I blame?

If I blame not my heart, whom shall I blame?

مَا لَكَ لا تُصغي لغيرِ الأَسى

مَا لَكَ لا تُصغي لغيرِ الأَسى

مَا لَكَ لا ترنو لغيرِ الكُلُومْ

مَا لَكَ لا ترنو لغيرِ الكُلُومْ

Why do you listen to nothing but grief?

Why don't you listen to anything but sorrow?

Why do you heed nothing but sorrow's call,

Why do you gaze at nothing but wounds?

Why don't you look to anything but miseries?

Why gaze you upon nothing but your wounds?

مَا لَكَ قَدْ أصْبَحْتَ لا تصرفُ الأَيَّامْ

مَا لَكَ قَدْ أصْبَحْتَ لا تصرفُ الأَيَّامْ

إلاَّ في شِعابِ الجَحيمْ

إلاَّ في شِعابِ الجَحيمْ

Why have you come to spend your days

Why have you spent your days

Why have you come to spend the fleeting days,

only in the ravines of hell?

Only in the valleys of hell?

Nowhere but in the valleys of a living hell?

أَما تَرَى البُلْبُل في غابِهِ

أَما تَرَى البُلْبُل في غابِهِ

يشدو وفوقَ الغابِ تخطُو النُّجُومْ

يشدو وفوقَ الغابِ تخطُو النُّجُومْ

Do you not see the nightingale in its forest,

Don't you see the bulbul in the forest

Do you not see the nightingale in his grove,

singing, while above the forest the stars tread?

Singing while the stars stride above the trees?

Singing, while stars tread softly overhead?

أما تَرَى الأَسحارَ تبدو بها الغابات

أما تَرَى الأَسحارَ تبدو بها الغابات

كالأَحلام خلفَ السَّديم

كالأَحلام خلفَ السَّديم

Do you not see the predawn hours, when the forests appear

Don't you see the dawns when the forests appear

Do you not see the dawns reveal the woods,

like dreams behind the mist?

Like dreams behind the haze?

Like fleeting dreams behind a veil of mist?

أَما ترى الآمالَ في سِحْرِها

أَما ترى الآمالَ في سِحْرِها

أَما ترى اللَّيلَ يُنَاغي النُّجُومْ

أَما ترى اللَّيلَ يُنَاغي النُّجُومْ

Do you not see hopes in their enchantment?

Don't you see hopes in their magic?

Do you not see the hopes in their enchantment,

Do you not see the night cooing to the stars?

Don't you see the night flirting with the stars?

Do you not see the night caress the stars?

يا قلبيَ الدَّاجي إلامَ الوُجومْ

يا قلبيَ الدَّاجي إلامَ الوُجومْ

أكثرتَ يا قلبي فماذا ترومْ

أكثرتَ يا قلبي فماذا ترومْ

O my darkened heart, how long this gloom?

O my burning heart, why so gloomy?

O my shadowed heart, how long this sullen gloom?

You have overdone it, my heart—what, then, do you seek?

You have complained too much, my heart, so what do you want?

You have grieved too long, my heart; what do you seek?

هلْ تَحِسَبُ الأَيَّامَ في زَحْفِها

هلْ تَحِسَبُ الأَيَّامَ في زَحْفِها

ترثِي لمَنْ قَدْ هَدَّمَتْهُ الرُّجومْ

ترثِي لمَنْ قَدْ هَدَّمَتْهُ الرُّجومْ

Do you think the days, in their march,

Do you think the days in their march

Do you suppose the days, in their relentless march,

mourn for one whom hurled stones have shattered?

Will mourn those demolished by disasters?

Will mourn for him whom stones of fate have crushed?

كَلاّ فإنَّ الدَّهْر يمضي ولا

كَلاّ فإنَّ الدَّهْر يمضي ولا

يلوي على مَا خَلْفَهُ مِنْ كَلِيمْ

يلوي على مَا خَلْفَهُ مِنْ كَلِيمْ

No! Time moves on, and does not

No, time passes and does not

Nay! For Time moves on and never turns,

look back at any wounded soul behind it.

Turn back to the forgotten past

To glance upon the wounded left behind.

واليمُّ لا يَرْثِي لمَنْ طمَّهُ

واليمُّ لا يَرْثِي لمَنْ طمَّهُ

والسَّيْلُ لا يبكي لنَوْحِ الهَشِيمْ

والسَّيْلُ لا يبكي لنَوْحِ الهَشِيمْ

And the sea does not mourn for one it has engulfed,

The sea does not mourn those drowned by its waves

The sea laments not him whom it engulfs,

and the torrent does not weep for the wailing of dry brushwood.

The flood does not weep for the debris

Nor does the torrent weep for broken reeds.

والعاصِفُ الجبَّار في سُخْطِهِ

والعاصِفُ الجبَّار في سُخْطِهِ

لا يَرْحَمُ الغُصْنَ الرَّشيقَ القَوِيمْ

لا يَرْحَمُ الغُصْنَ الرَّشيقَ القَوِيمْ

And the mighty gale, in its wrath,

The mighty raging storm

The mighty storm, within its raging wrath,

has no mercy on the graceful, upright branch.

Has no mercy for the upright slender branch

Spares not the graceful bough, however straight.

هذي هيَ الدُّنيا فمَاذَا الأَسى

هذي هيَ الدُّنيا فمَاذَا الأَسى

يا قلبيَ الدَّامي وماذا الوُجُومْ

يا قلبيَ الدَّامي وماذا الوُجُومْ

This is the world—so why this grief,

This is the world, so why the grief

Such is the world; then wherefore this despair?

O my bleeding heart, and why this gloom?

O my grieving heart, and why the gloom?

O my bleeding heart, why keep this sullen gloom?