بينbetween أشتاتscattered fragments الأمانيthe hopes وجفاهُand his estrangement
بين أشتات الأماني وجفاهُ
تَعِبٌweary نازعهcontended with him for الليلُthe night كراهُhis slumber
تَعِبٌ نازعه الليلُ كراهُ
Amid the fragments of hope and his estrangement,
Amid scattered wishes and his aloofness
A weary man—night contended with him for his slumber.
Weariness wrestles with the night, loathing it
منwho لمسلوبٍfor one despoiled تناساهdeliberately forgot him الردىdeath
من لمسلوبٍ تناساه الردى
عينُهhis eye تسأمgrows weary of نوراًa light لاnot تراهُit sees it!
عينُه تسأم نوراً لا تراهُ!
Who is there for one despoiled, whom death has chosen to forget?
For one stripped bare who forgot perdition
His eye wearies of a light it does not see!
His eye grows weary of light it cannot see!
فيwithin حناياهhis inner recesses أنينٌa moan خافتٌfaint
في حناياه أنينٌ خافتٌ
كلّماwhenever أحرجهdistressed him الدمعُthe tears طواهُhe stifled it
كلّما أحرجه الدمعُ طواهُ
Within his depths is a faint moan;
In his bosom a muted moan
Whenever tears distress him, he stifles it.
Whenever tears discomfit him, he hides it
هيthey are رعشاتُthe tremors ذبيحٍone slaughtered شاخصٍstaring
هي رعشاتُ ذبيحٍ شاخصٍ
للسَّماtoward the sky والأرضand the earth تمتصّsucks up دِماهُhis blood
للسَّما والأرض تمتصّ دِماهُ
They are the tremors of one slaughtered, staring
These are the tremors of an upright sacrifice
Toward the sky, while the earth sucks up his blood.
Whose blood earth and sky absorb
هيthey are ألحانُmelodies بقاياremnants وترٍa string
هي ألحانُ بقايا وترٍ
عزفplayed البؤسُmisery عليهupon it ورماهُand cast it away
عزف البؤسُ عليه ورماهُ
They are melodies from the remnants of a string;
These are the melodies of remnants of a string
Misery played upon it and cast it away.
Misery played on it and cast it away
أناI منfrom قومٍa people ذكتْblazed أحسابُهمtheir ancestral honors
أنا من قومٍ ذكتْ أحسابُهم
لهمُtheirs are فيupon جبهةthe brow الموتِof death جِباهُbrows
لهمُ في جبهة الموتِ جِباهُ
I am of a people whose ancestral honors blazed;
I am of a people whose glories
Theirs are brows upon the brow of death.
Have foreheads for death's brow
كذبlied الموتُdeath فإنيfor indeed I am خالدٌimmortal
كذب الموتُ فإني خالدٌ
ليَI have منfrom نفسيَmyself فيwithin نفسيmyself إلهُa god!!
ليَ من نفسيَ في نفسي إلهُ!!
Death lied, for I am immortal;
Death lied, for I am eternal
I have a god from my own self, within myself!
Within myself I have a god for myself!
Sol 6.1