كمْ مِنْ عُهودٍ عذبةٍ

كمْ مِنْ عُهودٍ عذبةٍ

في عَدْوَةِ الوادي النَّضيرِ

في عَدْوَةِ الوادي النَّضيرِ

How many sweet times

How many pleasant covenants

How many sweet and pleasant epochs,

On the bank of the verdant valley,

In the valley's early glow, golden

Upon the lush and verdant valley bank,

فِضِّيَّةِ الأَسْحارِ مُذْهبَةِ

فِضِّيَّةِ الأَسْحارِ مُذْهبَةِ

الأَصائِلِ والبُكورْ

الأَصائِلِ والبُكورْ

Silver in their predawn hours, golden

In the dawn's first light, bejeweled

Silvery at the break of dawn, and gilded

In their late afternoons and early mornings!

With roots and sprouts

In late afternoons and early morns.

كانتْ أرقُّ من الزُّهورِ

كانتْ أرقُّ من الزُّهورِ

ومِنْ أَغاريدِ الطُّيورْ

ومِنْ أَغاريدِ الطُّيورْ

They were more tender than flowers

Were more tender than flowers

They were softer than the finest flowers,

And than the songs of birds,

And the birds' singing

And gentler than the caroling of birds,

وأَلذَّ مِنْ سِحْرِ الصِّبا

وأَلذَّ مِنْ سِحْرِ الصِّبا

في بَسْمَةِ الطِّفلِ الغَريرْ

في بَسْمَةِ الطِّفلِ الغَريرْ

And sweeter than the magic of youth

And sweeter than the magic of youth

And more delicious than the magic of youth

In an innocent child's smile.

In a baby's radiant smile

seen in the smile of a naive child.

قضَّيتُها ومعي الحبيبَةُ

قضَّيتُها ومعي الحبيبَةُ

لا رَقيبَ ولا نَذيرْ

لا رَقيبَ ولا نَذيرْ

I spent them with my beloved beside me,

I spent them with my beloved

I spent them with my beloved by my side,

With no watcher and no warner,

With no watcher or warner

With no watcher and no one to warn,

إلاَّ الطُّفولَةَ حولنا تلهو

إلاَّ الطُّفولَةَ حولنا تلهو

معَ الحُبِّ الصَّغيرْ

معَ الحُبِّ الصَّغيرْ

Only childhood playing around us

Except childhood playing around us

Save for childhood playing all around us

With little love.

With little love

Along with little Love.

أَيَّامَ كانتْ للحياةِ

أَيَّامَ كانتْ للحياةِ

حلاوَةُ الرَّوضِ المَطيرْ

حلاوَةُ الرَّوضِ المَطيرْ

In days when life possessed

Those were days when life

Days when life possessed

The sweetness of a rain-soaked garden,

Had the sweetness of a rainy garden

The sweetness of rainy gardens,

وطَهَارَةُ الموتِ الجميلِ

وطَهَارَةُ الموتِ الجميلِ

وسِحْرُ شَاطئهِ المُنيرْ

وسِحْرُ شَاطئهِ المُنيرْ

And the purity of beautiful death,

And the purity of beautiful death

And the purity of a beautiful death,

And the magic of its radiant shore,

And the charm of its shining bank

And the magic of its luminous shore,

وَوَداعَةُ العُصفورِ بَيْنَ

وَوَداعَةُ العُصفورِ بَيْنَ

جداولِ الماءِ النَّميرْ

جداولِ الماءِ النَّميرْ

And the gentleness of a sparrow among

And the gentleness of a bird between

And the meekness of the sparrow amidst

Streams of pure water.

The murmuring streams

The streams of pure, flowing water.

أَيَّامَ لم نعْرِفْ منَ الدُّنيا

أَيَّامَ لم نعْرِفْ منَ الدُّنيا

سوَى مَرَحِ السُّرورْ

سوَى مَرَحِ السُّرورْ

In days when we knew nothing of the world

Days when we knew nothing of the world

Days when we knew nothing of the world

But the frolic of joy,

Except the fun of happiness

Except the jubilation of joy,

وتَتَبُّعِ النَّحْلِ الأَنيقِ

وتَتَبُّعِ النَّحْلِ الأَنيقِ

وقَطْفِ تِيجانِ الزُّهورْ

وقَطْفِ تِيجانِ الزُّهورْ

And following graceful bees,

And tracking elegant bees

And following the elegant bees,

And plucking the crowns of flowers,

And picking flower garlands

And gathering crowns of flowers,

وتَسَلُّقِ الجبلِ المُكَلَّلِ

وتَسَلُّقِ الجبلِ المُكَلَّلِ

بالصّنَوْبَرِ والصُّخورْ

بالصّنَوْبَرِ والصُّخورْ

And climbing the mountain crowned

And climbing the mountain crowned

And climbing the mountain crowned

With pines and rocks,

With pine and rocks

With pine trees and with rocks,

وبناءِ أَكواخِ الطُّفولَةِ

وبناءِ أَكواخِ الطُّفولَةِ

تحتَ أَعشاشِ الطُّيورْ

تحتَ أَعشاشِ الطُّيورْ

And building childhood huts

And building childhood huts

And building the huts of childhood

Beneath the nests of birds,

Under the birds' nests

Beneath the nests of birds,

مسقوفةً بالوَردِ والأَعْشابِ

مسقوفةً بالوَردِ والأَعْشابِ

والوَرَقِ النَّضيرْ

والوَرَقِ النَّضيرْ

Roofed with roses and grasses

Roofed with roses and grass

Roofed with roses and wild grass,

And fresh green leaves.

And fresh leaves

And leaves of vibrant green.

نبني فتهدمُها الرِّياحُ

نبني فتهدمُها الرِّياحُ

فلا نضجُّ ولا نَثُورْ

فلا نضجُّ ولا نَثُورْ

We would build, and the winds would tear them down,

We build and the winds demolish them

We build, and the winds destroy our work,

Yet we neither clamored nor raged.

We get neither angry nor upset

Yet we do not clamor nor rage,

ونعودُ نَضْحَكُ للمروجِ

ونعودُ نَضْحَكُ للمروجِ

وللزَّنابقِ والغَديرْ

وللزَّنابقِ والغَديرْ

And again we would laugh to the meadows,

And we laugh again at the meadows

But return laughing to the meadows,

And to the lilies and the pool,

And the lilies and the stream

To the lilies and the brook,

ونخَاطبُ الأَصداءَ وهي

ونخَاطبُ الأَصداءَ وهي

ترِفُّ في الوادي المُنيرْ

ترِفُّ في الوادي المُنيرْ

And address the echoes as they

And we talk to the echoes

And we address the echoes as they

Fluttered in the radiant valley.

Rippling in the bright valley

Flutter in the luminous valley,

ونعيدُ أُغنيَةَ السَّواقي

ونعيدُ أُغنيَةَ السَّواقي

وهي تَلْغو بالخَريرْ

وهي تَلْغو بالخَريرْ

And we would repeat the song of the water channels

And we repeat the brooks' song

And we repeat the song of the rivulets

As they chattered in rippling murmurs.

Murmuring with the trickle

As they babble with a purring sound,

ونَظَلُّ نَرْكُضُ خلفَ

ونَظَلُّ نَرْكُضُ خلفَ

أَسرابِ الفَراشِ المُسْتَطيرْ

أَسرابِ الفَراشِ المُسْتَطيرْ

And we would keep running after

And we keep running after

And we keep running behind

Swarms of butterflies fluttering everywhere,

Swarms of fluttering butterflies

Flocks of butterflies taking flight.

ونمرُّ مَا بَيْنَ المُروجِ الخُضْرِ

ونمرُّ مَا بَيْنَ المُروجِ الخُضْرِ

في سكر الشُّعورْ

في سكر الشُّعورْ

And pass among the green meadows

And we wander between green prairies

We pass between the emerald meadows

In an intoxication of feeling.

Drunk with feeling

In the drunkenness of feeling,

نشدو ونرقصُ كالبلابلِ

نشدو ونرقصُ كالبلابلِ

للحياةِ وللحُبورْ

للحياةِ وللحُبورْ

We would sing and dance like nightingales,

We sing and dance like nightingales

We sing and dance like nightingales

For life and for delight.

To life and to love

For life and for delight,

ونَظَلُّ ننثُرُ للفضاءِ

ونَظَلُّ ننثُرُ للفضاءِ

الرَّحْبِ والنَّهرِ الكبيرْ

الرَّحْبِ والنَّهرِ الكبيرْ

And we would keep scattering into the sky,

And we keep scattering across

And we keep scattering to the vast space

Vast and open, and into the great river,

The vast sky and great river

And to the mighty river,

مَا في فؤاديْنا من

مَا في فؤاديْنا من

الأَحْلامِ أَو حُلْوُ الغرورْ

الأَحْلامِ أَو حُلْوُ الغرورْ

All that our two hearts held of

All that is in our hearts

Whatever is in our hearts of

Dreams or the sweetness of illusion.

Of dreams or sweet delusions

Dreams or sweet vanity.

ونَشيدُ في الأُفُقِ المخَضَّبِ

ونَشيدُ في الأُفُقِ المخَضَّبِ

مِنْ أَمانينا قُصورْ

مِنْ أَمانينا قُصورْ

And we would build on the tinted horizon

And we envision in the crimson horizon

And we build in the dyed horizon

Palaces out of our wishes,

Palaces of our wishes

Palaces from our wishes,

أَزهى من الشَّفَقِ الجميل

أَزهى من الشَّفَقِ الجميل

ورونقِ المرْجِ الخَضيرْ

ورونقِ المرْجِ الخَضيرْ

More splendid than the beautiful twilight

More splendid than the beautiful dusk

Brighter than the beautiful twilight

And the luster of the verdant meadow,

And the verdant meadow's grace

And the splendor of the verdant meadow,

وأجلَّ من هذا الوُجُودِ

وأجلَّ من هذا الوُجُودِ

وكلِّ أَمجادِ الدُّهورْ

وكلِّ أَمجادِ الدُّهورْ

And grander than this existence

And higher than this existence

And grander than this existence

And all the glories of the ages.

And all the glories of eras

And all the glories of the ages.

أبداً تُذلِّلُها الحَيَاةُ

أبداً تُذلِّلُها الحَيَاةُ

بكلِّ أَنواعِ السُّرورْ

بكلِّ أَنواعِ السُّرورْ

Life forever subdued them

Life always humbles them

Forever life renders them submissive

With every kind of joy,

With all kinds of joy

With every kind of joy,

وتَبُثُّ فينا مِنْ مراحِ

وتَبُثُّ فينا مِنْ مراحِ

الكونِ مَا يُغوي الوَقُورْ

الكونِ مَا يُغوي الوَقُورْ

And poured into us from the exuberance

And instills in us from the pleasures

And spreads within us from the gaiety

Of the universe what would tempt the solemn.

Of the universe what tempts the dignified

Of the cosmos what seduces the dignified.

فنسيرُ نَنْشُدُ لهوَنا المعبودَ

فنسيرُ نَنْشُدُ لهوَنا المعبودَ

في كلِّ الأُمورْ

في كلِّ الأُمورْ

So we would go seeking the play we worshipped

So we walk singing of our beloved pastime

So we walk seeking our worshipped fun

In everything.

In all matters

In every single matter,

ونَظَلُّ نعبثُ بالجليلِ

ونَظَلُّ نعبثُ بالجليلِ

منَ الوُجُودِ وبالحقيرْ

منَ الوُجُودِ وبالحقيرْ

And we would keep trifling with the lofty

And we keep toying with the sublime

And we keep mocking the majestic

In existence, and with the lowly,

Of existence and the trivial

Of existence, and the lowly,

بالسَّائلِ الأَعمى وبالمعتوهِ

بالسَّائلِ الأَعمى وبالمعتوهِ

والشَّيخِ الكَبيرْ

والشَّيخِ الكَبيرْ

With the blind beggar and the mentally impaired,

With the blind beggar, the insane

The blind beggar and the simpleton,

And the aged man,

And the old man

And the old, elderly sheikh,

بالقطَّةِ البيضاءِ

بالقطَّةِ البيضاءِ

بالشَّاةِ الوديعَةِ بالحميرْ

بالشَّاةِ الوديعَةِ بالحميرْ

With the white cat,

With the white cat

The white cat,

With the gentle sheep, with the donkeys,

The gentle lamb, the donkeys

The meek sheep, and the donkeys,

بالعُشبِ بالفَنَن المنوِّرِ

بالعُشبِ بالفَنَن المنوِّرِ

بالسَّنابلِ بالسَّفيرْ

بالسَّنابلِ بالسَّفيرْ

With grass, with the flowering bough,

With grass, illuminated arts

The grass, the flowering branch,

With ears of grain, with fallen leaves,

With wheat stalks, the ambassador

The wheat ears, and the fallen leaves,

بالرَّمْلِ بالصَّخْرِ المحطَّمِ

بالرَّمْلِ بالصَّخْرِ المحطَّمِ

بالجداول بالغديرْ

بالجداول بالغديرْ

With sand, with shattered rock,

With sand, broken rocks

The sand, the shattered rock,

With streams, with the pool.

The gentle, innocent playing

The streams, and the pool.

واللهوُ والعَبَثُ البريءُ

واللهوُ والعَبَثُ البريءُ

الحلوُ مطمحُنا الأَخيرْ

الحلوُ مطمحُنا الأَخيرْ

And play and innocent mischief,

Is our final coveted goal

For fun and innocent play

Sweet, were our ultimate aim.

And we keep jumping, chattering

Was our sweet and final goal.

ونَظَلُّ نقفزُ أو نُثَرْثِرُ

ونَظَلُّ نقفزُ أو نُثَرْثِرُ

أَو نغنِّي أَو نَدورْ

أَو نغنِّي أَو نَدورْ

And we would keep jumping or chattering,

Singing, wandering

And we keep jumping or chattering,

Or singing or spinning.

We never tire of beautiful playing

Or singing, or spinning around.

لا نَسْأَمُ اللَّهْوَ الجميلَ

لا نَسْأَمُ اللَّهْوَ الجميلَ

وليس يُدْرِكُنا الفُتُورْ

وليس يُدْرِكُنا الفُتُورْ

We never tired of lovely play,

And no fatigue overtakes us

We do not tire of beautiful play,

Nor did weariness overtake us.

It's as if we live with nerves

And lethargy does not overtake us.

فكأَنَّنا نحيا بأَعصابٍ

فكأَنَّنا نحيا بأَعصابٍ

من المَرَحِ المُثيرْ

من المَرَحِ المُثيرْ

So it was as though we lived with nerves

Of thrilling amusement

As if we live with nerves

Made of exhilarating mirth,

And as if we walk on feet

Made of exciting joy,

وكأنَّنا نمشي بأَقدامٍ

وكأنَّنا نمشي بأَقدامٍ

مجنَّحةٍ تَطيرْ

مجنَّحةٍ تَطيرْ

And as though we walked on feet

Winged that fly

And as if we walk with feet

Winged and flying.

Days when we were the core of

Winged and taking flight.

أَيَّامَ كنَّا لُبَّ هذا

أَيَّامَ كنَّا لُبَّ هذا

الكونِ والباقي قُشُورْ

الكونِ والباقي قُشُورْ

In days when we were the core of this

This universe and the rest was peel

Days when we were the very core

Universe, and all the rest was husks.

Days when life lays before our paths

Of this universe, and the rest but husks.

أَيَّامَ تفرشُ سُبْلَنا

أَيَّامَ تفرشُ سُبْلَنا

الدُّنيا بأَوراقِ الزُّهُورْ

الدُّنيا بأَوراقِ الزُّهُورْ

In days when our paths were carpeted

The ground with flower petals

Days the world paved our paths

By the world with flower petals,

And the days of life pass us

With the petals of flowers,

وتمرُّ أَيَّامَ الحَيَاةِ بنا

وتمرُّ أَيَّامَ الحَيَاةِ بنا

كأَسْرابِ الطُّيورْ

كأَسْرابِ الطُّيورْ

And the days of life passed us by

Like flocks of birds

And the days of life passed us by

Like flocks of birds,

White, playful, singing

Like flocks of birds,

بيضاءَ لاعبةً مُغرِّدةً

بيضاءَ لاعبةً مُغرِّدةً

مجنَّحةً بِنُورْ

مجنَّحةً بِنُورْ

White, playful, singing,

Winged with light

White, playful, warbling,

Winged with light.

And happiness flutters over

Winged with light.

وتُرفّرفُ الأَفراحُ فوقَ

وتُرفّرفُ الأَفراحُ فوقَ

رؤوسنا أَنَّى نَسيرْ

رؤوسنا أَنَّى نَسيرْ

And joys fluttered above

Our heads wherever we go

And joys fluttered above

Our heads wherever we went.

Alas, my sacred dawn has vanished

Our heads wherever we walked.

آهٍ توارى فَجْرِيَ القُدسيُّ

آهٍ توارى فَجْرِيَ القُدسيُّ

في ليلِ الدُّهُورْ

في ليلِ الدُّهُورْ

Ah, my sacred dawn vanished

In the night of eras

Ah, my holy dawn has vanished

Into the night of ages,

And faded like a sweet melody fades

Into the night of ages,

وفَنَى كما يَفنى النَّشيدُ

وفَنَى كما يَفنى النَّشيدُ

الحلوُ في صَمْتِ الأَثيرْ

الحلوُ في صَمْتِ الأَثيرْ

And faded as a song fades,

In the silence of the ether

And faded as the sweet anthem fades

Sweet, in the silence of the ether.

Oh how the joy of my innocent heart

Into the silence of the ether.

أَوَّاهُ قدْ ضاعتْ عليَّ

أَوَّاهُ قدْ ضاعتْ عليَّ

سَعَادَةُ القلبِ الغَريرْ

سَعَادَةُ القلبِ الغَريرْ

Alas, I have lost

Has been lost to me

Alas, lost to me is

The happiness of the innocent heart.

And I remain in the ungenerous valley of time

The happiness of the naive heart.

وبقيتُ في وادي الزَّمانِ

وبقيتُ في وادي الزَّمانِ

الجهْمِ أَدأَبُ في المسيرْ

الجهْمِ أَدأَبُ في المسيرْ

And I remained in the valley of time,

Ever trudging on

I remained in the valley of time,

Grim, persevering along the way,

And treading the thorns of life

The grim one, toiling in the march,

وأَدوسُ أَشواكَ الحَيَاةِ

وأَدوسُ أَشواكَ الحَيَاةِ

بقلبيَ الدامي الكَسيرْ

بقلبيَ الدامي الكَسيرْ

And I tread on life's thorns

With my bleeding broken heart

And I tread upon the thorns of life

With my bleeding, broken heart.

And I see so many futile things

With my bloody, broken heart,

وأَرى الأَباطيلَ الكثيرَةَ

وأَرى الأَباطيلَ الكثيرَةَ

والمآثمَ والشُّرورْ

والمآثمَ والشُّرورْ

And I see the many falsehoods,

Calamities and evils

And I see the many falsehoods,

And sins and evils,

And desires clashing with desires

The sins and the evils,

وتَصَادُمَ الأَهواءِ بالأَهواءِ

وتَصَادُمَ الأَهواءِ بالأَهواءِ

في كلِّ الأُمورْ

في كلِّ الأُمورْ

And passions colliding with passions

In all matters

And the collision of whims with whims

In every matter,

And the humiliation of the weak truth

In every single matter,

ومذلّةَ الحقِّ الضَّعيفِ

ومذلّةَ الحقِّ الضَّعيفِ

وعِزَّةَ الظُّلْمِ القَديرْ

وعِزَّةَ الظُّلْمِ القَديرْ

And the humiliation of powerless truth,

And the glory of mighty wrongdoing

And the humiliation of weak truth,

And the glory of powerful injustice.

And I see the son of Adam walking

And the might of powerful injustice.

وأَرى ابنَ آدَمَ سائراً

وأَرى ابنَ آدَمَ سائراً

في رجلَةِ العُمُرِ القَصيرْ

في رجلَةِ العُمُرِ القَصيرْ

And I see the son of Adam walking

In the short lifetime's footstep

I see the son of Adam walking

On the brief walk of life,

Between the horrors of existence

In the trek of a short life,

مَا بَيْنَ أَهوالِ الوُجُودِ

مَا بَيْنَ أَهوالِ الوُجُودِ

وتحتَ أَعباءِ الضَّميرْ

وتحتَ أَعباءِ الضَّميرْ

Amid the terrors of existence

And under the burdens of conscience

Between the horrors of existence

And beneath the burdens of conscience,

Climbing the rugged mountain of life

And under the burdens of conscience,

مُتَسَلِّقاً جَبَلَ الحَيَاةِ الوعْرِ

مُتَسَلِّقاً جَبَلَ الحَيَاةِ الوعْرِ

كالشَّيْخِ الضَّريرْ

كالشَّيْخِ الضَّريرْ

Climbing the rugged mountain of life

Like a blind old man

Climbing the rugged mountain of life

Like a blind old man,

With bloodied palms and torn feet

Like the blind old man,

دامي الأَكُفِّ مُمزَّقَ

دامي الأَكُفِّ مُمزَّقَ

الأَقدامِ مُغْبَرَّ الشُّعُورْ

الأَقدامِ مُغْبَرَّ الشُّعُورْ

With bleeding palms and lacerated

And dusty feelings

With bloody palms, with torn

Feet, with dust-covered hair,

Limping steps between

Feet, and hair covered in dust,

مترنِّحَ الخطواتِ مَا

مترنِّحَ الخطواتِ مَا

بَيْنَ المَزالقِ والصُّخورْ

بَيْنَ المَزالقِ والصُّخورْ

With faltering steps

Slippery rocks

With staggering steps between

Between slippery places and rocks.

Startled by specters of darkness

The slippery slopes and the rocks,

هالتْهُ أَشْباحُ الظَّلامِ

هالتْهُ أَشْباحُ الظَّلامِ

وراعَهُ صوتُ القُبورْ

وراعَهُ صوتُ القُبورْ

The specters of darkness appalled him,

And the voice of graves

Terrified by the ghosts of darkness,

And the voice of the graves terrified him,

And the howling storm of grief

Frightened by the voice of graves,

ودويُّ إِعْصارِ الأَسَى

ودويُّ إِعْصارِ الأَسَى

والموتُ في تِلْكَ الوُعورْ

والموتُ في تِلْكَ الوُعورْ

And the roar of sorrow's whirlwind,

And death in that ruggedness

And the roar of the hurricane of sorrow,

And death in those rugged places.

What have I reaped from life

And death in those rugged terrains.

ماذا جنيتُ من الحَيَاةِ

ماذا جنيتُ من الحَيَاةِ

ومن تجاريبِ الدُّهُورْ

ومن تجاريبِ الدُّهُورْ

What have I reaped from life

And from the experience of eras

What have I reaped from life

And from the experiences of the ages,

Except regret, grief

And from the trials of the ages,

غيرَ النَّدامَةِ والأَسى

غيرَ النَّدامَةِ والأَسى

واليأسِ والدَّمعِ الغَزيرْ

واليأسِ والدَّمعِ الغَزيرْ

Other than regret and sorrow,

Despair, and copious tears

Except regret and sorrow,

And despair and abundant tears?

This is my harvest from the fields

Despair and copious tears?

هذا حَصادي من حقولِ

هذا حَصادي من حقولِ

العالَمِ الرَّحْبِ الخَطيرْ

العالَمِ الرَّحْبِ الخَطيرْ

This is my harvest from the fields

Of the perilous vast world

This is my harvest from the fields

Of the vast, perilous world.

This is my entire harvest

Of the vast, dangerous world;

هذا حَصادي كُلُّهُ في

هذا حَصادي كُلُّهُ في

يقظةِ العَهْدِ الأَخيرْ

يقظةِ العَهْدِ الأَخيرْ

This is my entire harvest in

In the awakening of the final era

This is my harvest, all of it, in

The wakefulness of this latter time.

I was in the time of childhood

The wakefulness of the final era.

قدْ كنتُ في زمنِ الطُّفولَةِ

قدْ كنتُ في زمنِ الطُّفولَةِ

والسَّذاجَةِ والطُّهورْ

والسَّذاجَةِ والطُّهورْ

Once, in the time of childhood

And innocence and purity

I was, in the time of childhood,

And naivety and purity,

Living like nightingales

And simplicity, and purity,

أَحْيا كما تحيا البلابلُ

أَحْيا كما تحيا البلابلُ

والجداولُ والزُّهورْ

والجداولُ والزُّهورْ

I lived as nightingales live,

Brooks and flowers

Living as the nightingales live,

And streams and flowers.

Oblivious of the world spinning

And the streams, and the flowers.

لا نَحْفَلُ الدُّنيا تدور

لا نَحْفَلُ الدُّنيا تدور

بأَهلها أَو لا تَدورْ

بأَهلها أَو لا تَدورْ

We cared not whether the world revolved

With its people or not spinning

We did not care if the world turned

With its inhabitants, or did not revolve.

And today I live exhausted

With its people, or did not turn.

واليومَ أحيا مُرْهَقَ

واليومَ أحيا مُرْهَقَ

الأَعصابِ مَشْبُوبَ الشُّعُورْ

الأَعصابِ مَشْبُوبَ الشُّعُورْ

And today I live with worn-out

Of nerves, confused in feelings

But today I live with exhausted

Nerves and feeling set ablaze,

Fiery in sensation, aware

Nerves and inflamed feelings,

متأَجِّجَ الإِحْساسِ أحفلُ

متأَجِّجَ الإِحْساسِ أحفلُ

بالعَظيمِ وبالحقيرْ

بالعَظيمِ وبالحقيرْ

My senses burning, I care

Of the great and the trivial

With burning sensation, I care

About the great and the lowly.

Life walks over my heart

About the great and the lowly.

تمشي على قلبي الحَيَاةُ

تمشي على قلبي الحَيَاةُ

ويزحَفُ الكونُ الكبيرْ

ويزحَفُ الكونُ الكبيرْ

Life walks upon my heart,

And the vast universe crawls

Life treads upon my heart,

And the great universe crawls.

This is my fate, O mother

And the great universe crawls.

هذا مصيري يا بني

هذا مصيري يا بني

أُمِّي فما أَشقى المصيرْ

أُمِّي فما أَشقى المصيرْ

This is my fate, O sons of

How miserable is fate

This is my fate, oh sons of

My mother—what a wretched fate!

My mother, and how wretched a fate.