ياO نَازِلينَyou who dwell علىdespite نَأْيِthe remoteness of المَحَلِّthe dwelling-place بِهمْwith them
يا نَازِلينَ على نَأْيِ المَحَلِّ بِهمْ
بِحيثُwhere يُجمَعُis brought together شَمْلُthe unity of الجِسْمِthe body بالرُّوحِwith the soul
بِحيثُ يُجمَعُ شَمْلُ الجِسْمِ بالرُّوحِ
O you who dwell, though the place that holds you is far away,
O you who have settled in the remote abode
where the body is joined with the soul:
Where body and soul are united
لَوif كَانَit were فيwithin وسعِthe capacity of جُهدِيmy power أنto أبُثَّكُمُconfide to you
لَو كَانَ في وسعِ جُهدِي أن أبُثَّكُمُ
شَوقِيmy longing وأشكوكُمُand complain to you وَجدِيmy anguish وتَبْرِيحِيand my torment
شَوقِي وأشكوكُمُ وَجدِي وتَبْرِيحِي
If it were within my power to confide to you
If my efforts could convey to you
my longing, and complain to you of my anguish and torment,
My longing, my complaint, my passion, my relief
أضَقْتُI would make narrow مُتَّسَعَthe expanse of الأوْرَاقِthe pages عَنهُto contain it ولَوْand if
أضَقْتُ مُتَّسَعَ الأوْرَاقِ عَنهُ ولَوْ
حَمّلْتُهُI loaded it onto الرِّيحthe wind أوْهَىit would weaken قُوةَthe strength of الرِّيحِthe wind
حَمّلْتُهُ الرِّيح أوْهَى قُوةَ الرِّيحِ
I would make the expanse of pages too narrow for it; and if
I would have burdened the ample pages, even if
I made the wind bear it, it would sap the wind's strength.
I had loaded the wind, exhausting the wind's strength
لاnot شَيءَanything أسْعَدُhappier مِنِّيthan me إنif تَراجَعَreturns بِيwith me
لا شَيءَ أسْعَدُ مِنِّي إن تَراجَعَ بِي
إلَيكُمْto you طُولُthe length of تَبكِيريmy early-morning travel وتَرْويحِيand my evening travel
إلَيكُمْ طُولُ تَبكِيري وتَرْويحِي
Nothing would be happier than I, if I were brought back
Nothing gladdens me more than my early rising
to you by my long journeys at dawn and evening.
And walking to see you again
لَوْلاكُمُwere it not for you ماnot أعَرْتُI lent السَّمعَthe ear صَادِحَةًa singing bird
لَوْلاكُمُ ما أعَرْتُ السَّمعَ صَادِحَةً
إنْif قَصَّرَتْit faltered قُلْتُI said منout of وَجْدِيmy anguish لَهاto it نُوحِيlament!
إنْ قَصَّرَتْ قُلْتُ من وَجْدِي لَها نُوحِي
But for you, I would not have lent an ear to a singing bird;
Were it not for you, I would not have lent my ear
if its song faltered, I would tell it in my anguish, "Lament!"
To the loud cries, and said to the crier, "Cry more!"
نَاحَتْit lamented ولوand if وَجَدَتْit felt وَجْدِيmy anguish بِكُمْfor you لَبَكَتْit would have wept
نَاحَتْ ولو وَجَدَتْ وَجْدِي بِكُمْ لَبَكَتْ
مِثْلِيlike me بِدَمْعٍwith tears عَلَىupon الخَدَّينِthe two cheeks مَسْفُوحِpoured out
مِثْلِي بِدَمْعٍ عَلَى الخَدَّينِ مَسْفُوحِ
It lamented; and had it felt my anguish for you, it would have wept
It cried, and if it felt my passion for you, it would weep
like me, with tears streaming down both cheeks.
Like me, with tears flowing down both cheeks
فَشَاعَكُمْso may it accompany you حَيثُwhere ماever كُنتُمْyou are سَلامُthe greeting of شَجٍa sorrow-stricken man
فَشَاعَكُمْ حَيثُ ما كُنتُمْ سَلامُ شَجٍ
حَتَّىto the point that يُرَىhe is seen وهوَwhile he is فيin أثْوابِthe garments of مَذْبُوحِa slaughtered man
حَتَّى يُرَى وهوَ في أثْوابِ مَذْبُوحِ
So may a sorrow-stricken man's greeting follow you wherever you are—
So greetings wherever you are, from a wounded heart
so stricken that he is seen in the garments of a slaughtered man.
Until it is seen, clothed in slaughtered raiments
Sol 6.1