أَزَنْبَقَةَ السّفْحِ مَا لي أَراكِ

أَزَنْبَقَةَ السّفْحِ مَا لي أَراكِ

تعَانِقُكِ اللَّوْعَةُ القَاسِيهْ

تعَانِقُكِ اللَّوْعَةُ القَاسِيهْ

O lily of the hillside, why do I see you

Poppy of the foothills, why do I see you

O lily of the slope, why is it I see

embraced by cruel anguish?

Embraced by cruel longing,

Embraced by the arms of a cruel agony?

أَفي قلبِكِ الغَضِّ صوتُ اللَّهيب

أَفي قلبِكِ الغَضِّ صوتُ اللَّهيب

يرتِّل أُنْشودَةَ الهاويَهْ

يرتِّل أُنْشودَةَ الهاويَهْ

Is the voice of the flame in your tender heart

Does the voice of flame murmur in your heart

Does the voice of the flame in your tender heart

chanting the song of the abyss?

Chanting the song of the abyss?

Chant aloud the anthem of the abyss?

أَأَسْمَعَكِ اللَّيلُ نَدْبَ القُلُوبِ

أَأَسْمَعَكِ اللَّيلُ نَدْبَ القُلُوبِ

أَأَرْشَفَكِ الفَجْرُ كأسَ الأَسى

أَأَرْشَفَكِ الفَجْرُ كأسَ الأَسى

Has night made you hear the lament of hearts?

Did the night hear the wailing of hearts,

Did the night let you hear the weeping of hearts?

Has dawn made you sip the cup of sorrow?

Did dawn offer you the cup of sorrow,

Did the dawn bid you sip from the chalice of grief?

أَصَبَّ عليكِ شُعاعُ الغروبِ

أَصَبَّ عليكِ شُعاعُ الغروبِ

نجيعَ الحَيَاةِ وَدَمْعَ المَسا

نجيعَ الحَيَاةِ وَدَمْعَ المَسا

Has sunset's ray poured upon you

Did the light of sunset pour upon you

Did the rays of the sunset pour down upon you

life's blood and evening's tears?

The sigh of life and the tear of destiny?

The life-blood of being and the tears of the eve?

أَأَوْقَفَكِ الدَّهرُ حيثُ يُفجِّ

أَأَوْقَفَكِ الدَّهرُ حيثُ يُفجِّ

رُ نَوحُ الحَيَاةِ صُدُوعَ الصُّدورْ

رُ نَوحُ الحَيَاةِ صُدُوعَ الصُّدورْ

Has time set you where

Did time stop you where

Did Time arrest you where the wailing of life

life's lament tears open the fissures in breasts,

The lament of life tears open hearts

Bursts open the fissures within human chests?

وينبثقُ اللَّيْلُ طيفاً كئيباً

وينبثقُ اللَّيْلُ طيفاً كئيباً

رهيباً ويخفقُ حُزْنُ الدُّهُورْ

رهيباً ويخفقُ حُزْنُ الدُّهُورْ

and night emerges as a gloomy phantom,

And night emerges as a woeful,

And the night springs forth as a desolate wraith,

terrifying, and the sorrow of the ages throbs?

Fearsome specter, and the sorrow of ages throbs?

Dreadful, pulsating with the sorrow of eons?

إِذا أَضْجَرَتْكِ أغاني الظَّلامِ

إِذا أَضْجَرَتْكِ أغاني الظَّلامِ

فَقَدْ عَذَّبَتْني أَغانِي الوُجومْ

فَقَدْ عَذَّبَتْني أَغانِي الوُجومْ

If the songs of darkness have wearied you,

If the songs of darkness distressed you

If the songs of the darkness have made you weary,

the songs of brooding silence have indeed tormented me.

Then the songs of gloom have tortured me,

Then the anthems of gloom have tormented me.

وإنْ هَجَرَتْكِ بَناتُ الغيومِ

وإنْ هَجَرَتْكِ بَناتُ الغيومِ

فقدْ عانَقَتْني بناتُ الجَحيمْ

فقدْ عانَقَتْني بناتُ الجَحيمْ

And if the daughters of the clouds have forsaken you,

And if the daughters of clouds abandoned you

And if the daughters of clouds have forsaken you,

the daughters of hell have indeed embraced me.

The daughters of hellfire have embraced me.

Then the daughters of hell have embraced me close.

وإنْ سَكَبَ الدَّهْرُ في مسمعيْكِ

وإنْ سَكَبَ الدَّهْرُ في مسمعيْكِ

نَحيبَ الدُّجَى وأَنينَ الأَمَلْ

نَحيبَ الدُّجَى وأَنينَ الأَمَلْ

And if time has poured into your ears

And if time poured into your hearing

And if Time has poured into your listening ears

the sobbing of darkness and the moaning of hope,

The moan of gloom and groan of hope

The sobbing of night and the groaning of hope,

فَقَدْ أَجَّجَ الدَّهرُ في مهجتي

فَقَدْ أَجَّجَ الدَّهرُ في مهجتي

شُواظاً مِنَ الحَزَنِ المُشْتَعِلْ

شُواظاً مِنَ الحَزَنِ المُشْتَعِلْ

then time has kindled in my heart

Then it has ignited in my core

Then Time has ignited deep within my soul

a blaze of burning sorrow.

Fiery embers of burning sorrow.

A blazing fire of burning sorrow.

وإنْ أَرْشفتْكِ شِفاهُ الحَيَاةِ

وإنْ أَرْشفتْكِ شِفاهُ الحَيَاةِ

رُضابَ الأَسى ورَحيقَ الأَلمْ

رُضابَ الأَسى ورَحيقَ الأَلمْ

And if the lips of life have made you sip

And if the lips of life quenched your thirst

And if the lips of Life have made you sip

the saliva of sorrow and the nectar of pain,

With the wine of agony and nectar of pain

The saliva of grief and the nectar of pain,

فإنِّي تجرَّعتُ من كفِّها

فإنِّي تجرَّعتُ من كفِّها

كُؤوساً مؤجَّجةً تَضْطَرِمْ

كُؤوساً مؤجَّجةً تَضْطَرِمْ

then I have gulped down from her palm

Then I have drank from its palms

Then I have quaffed from her outstretched hand

cups set ablaze, fiercely burning.

Brimming cups that blaze.

Goblets that rage with a fiery burn.

أَصيخي فَمَا بَيْنَ أَعشارِ قلبي

أَصيخي فَمَا بَيْنَ أَعشارِ قلبي

يرفُّ صَدَى نَوْحِكِ الخافِتِ

يرفُّ صَدَى نَوْحِكِ الخافِتِ

Listen closely, for between the fragments of my heart

My friend, between the veins of my heart

Harken closely, for deep in the folds of my heart

flutters the echo of your faint lament,

Echoes your faint wailing,

The echo of your faint weeping flutters,

مُعيداً على مُهجتي بحَفِيفِ

مُعيداً على مُهجتي بحَفِيفِ

جَناحَيْهِ صَوْتَ الأَسى المائتِ

جَناحَيْهِ صَوْتَ الأَسى المائتِ

repeating to my heart, with the rustling of

Repeating with the flutter

Repeating to my spirit, with the rustling

its two wings, the voice of dying sorrow.

Of its wings the dying voice of sorrow.

Of its wings, the voice of a dying grief.

وقد أَترعَ اللَّيلُ بالحُبِّ كأسي

وقد أَترعَ اللَّيلُ بالحُبِّ كأسي

وشَعْشَعَها بلَهيبِ الحَيَاةْ

وشَعْشَعَها بلَهيبِ الحَيَاةْ

And night has filled my cup to the brim with love

Night has quenched my thirst with the wine of love

For the night has filled my cup to the brim with love

and mingled it with the flame of life,

And lit it with the flame of life,

And mingled it with the blazing flame of life,

وَجَرَّعني مِنْ ثُمالاتِهِ

وَجَرَّعني مِنْ ثُمالاتِهِ

مَرارَةَ حُزْنٍ تُذيبُ الصَّفاةْ

مَرارَةَ حُزْنٍ تُذيبُ الصَّفاةْ

and made me drink from its dregs

And from its yielding gave me

And forced me to drink from its bitter dregs

the bitterness of sorrow that melts solid rock.

The bitterness of grief that melts joy.

A bitterness of sorrow that melts the stone.

إليَّ فقدْ وَحَّدَتْ بيننا

إليَّ فقدْ وَحَّدَتْ بيننا

قَساوَةُ هذا الزَّمان الظَّلُومْ

قَساوَةُ هذا الزَّمان الظَّلُومْ

Come to me, for we have been united by

To me, for cruelty of these gloomy times

Come to me, for we have been made one

the cruelty of this tyrannical age.

Has united us,

By the cruelty of this dark, tyrannous age;

فقد فَجَّرتْ فيَّ هذي الكُلُومَ

فقد فَجَّرتْ فيَّ هذي الكُلُومَ

كما فجَّرتْ فيكِ تلكَ الكُلومْ

كما فجَّرتْ فيكِ تلكَ الكُلومْ

For it has torn open these wounds in me

As it tore open in me

For it has torn open these wounds in me

as it has torn open those wounds in you.

These wounds, as it tore open in you those wounds.

Just as it tore open those wounds in you.

وإنْ جَرَفَتْني أَكفُّ المنونِ

وإنْ جَرَفَتْني أَكفُّ المنونِ

إلى اللَّحْدِ سَحَقكِ الخطوبْ

إلى اللَّحْدِ سَحَقكِ الخطوبْ

And if the hands of death sweep me away

And if the palms of death sweep me

And if the hands of Death sweep me away

to the grave, and calamities crush you,

To the grave as disasters crush you,

To the tomb, while calamities crush you down,

فَحُزْني وحُزْنُكِ لا يَبْرَحانِ

فَحُزْني وحُزْنُكِ لا يَبْرَحانِ

أَلِيفَيْنِ رغْمَ الزَّمانِ العصيب

أَلِيفَيْنِ رغْمَ الزَّمانِ العصيب

then my sorrow and your sorrow will never cease

Then my sorrow and your sorrow will not part,

Then my sorrow and yours shall never cease

to be companions, despite the troubled times.

Close companions despite the harsh times.

To be companions, despite the ruthless times.

وتحتَ رواقِ الظَّلامِ الكَئيبِ

وتحتَ رواقِ الظَّلامِ الكَئيبِ

إِذا شَمَلَ الكونَ روحُ السَّحَرْ

إِذا شَمَلَ الكونَ روحُ السَّحَرْ

And beneath the portico of gloomy darkness,

And under the gloomy vault of darkness

And beneath the canopy of the melancholy dark,

when the spirit of the predawn hour enfolds the universe,

When the spirit of dawn envelops the universe,

When the spirit of dawn envelops the universe,

سَيُسْمَعُ صوتٌ كَلَحْنٍ شجيٍّ

سَيُسْمَعُ صوتٌ كَلَحْنٍ شجيٍّ

تطايَرَ مِنْ خَفَقَاتِ الوَتَرْ

تطايَرَ مِنْ خَفَقَاتِ الوَتَرْ

a voice will be heard, like a plaintive melody

A mournful tune will be heard

A voice shall be heard like a mournful melody

that flew forth from the quivering of the string;

Echoing from the throb of the strings,

Taking flight from the trembling of a string,

يُرَدِّدُهُ حُزْنُنا في سكونٍ

يُرَدِّدُهُ حُزْنُنا في سكونٍ

على قَبْرِنا الصَّامتِ المطمئنْ

على قَبْرِنا الصَّامتِ المطمئنْ

our sorrow will echo it in stillness

Our sorrow repeating it softly

Echoed by our sorrow in the deep silence

over our silent, tranquil grave.

Over our silent, tranquil tomb,

Over our silent, tranquil grave;

فَنَرقُدُ تَحْتَ التُّرابِ الأَصمِّ

فَنَرقُدُ تَحْتَ التُّرابِ الأَصمِّ

جميعاً على نَغَمَاتِ الحَزَنْ

جميعاً على نَغَمَاتِ الحَزَنْ

And so we shall sleep beneath the deaf earth,

As we lie under the deaf soil

Thus we shall slumber beneath the deaf earth,

together, to the melodies of sorrow.

Together to the tunes of sadness.

Together, to the melodies of grief.