لِمَنwhose طَللruined dwelling بَعدafter القطينthe dwellers تَغَيَراhas changed
لِمَن طَلل بَعد القطين تَغَيَرا
عَرَفتُI learned بِهِthrough it كَنَهُthe true nature of الأَسىgrief إِذwhen تَنَكَراbecame unrecognizable
عَرَفتُ بِهِ كَنَهُ الأَسى إِذ تَنَكَرا
Whose is this ruined dwelling, changed since its dwellers left?
Through it I learned grief's true nature, when it changed beyond recognition.
تَجرّdrag بِهِover it هَوجraging الرِياحthe winds ذُيولَهاtheir skirts
تَجرّ بِهِ هَوج الرِياح ذُيولَها
فَأَضحىso it became كَجسميlike my body بالياًworn away مثلَlike ماwhat تَرىyou see
فَأَضحى كَجسمي بالياً مثلَ ما تَرى
The raging winds drag their skirts over it;
So it has grown worn like my body, as you see.
أَحقmore deserving مِنthan المَقتولone slain ظُلماًunjustly بِرَحمةof mercy
أَحق مِن المَقتول ظُلماً بِرَحمة
مُشوقٌa yearning lover رَأىsaw ماwhat هاجَstirred مِنهُwithin him التَذَكُراremembrance
مُشوقٌ رَأى ما هاجَ مِنهُ التَذَكُرا
More deserving of mercy than one slain unjustly
Is a yearning lover who saw what stirred remembrance in him.
وَاعذرand most deserving of pardon مَنthose who قَدindeed ماتَdied غَمّاًof grief وَحَسرةand regret
وَاعذر مَن قَد ماتَ غَمّاً وَحَسرة
مُحبٌّa lover رَأىsaw ربعthe dwelling of الأَحِبةthe loved ones مقفراdeserted
مُحبٌّ رَأى ربع الأَحِبة مقفرا
And most deserving of pardon among those who died of grief and regret
Is a lover who saw his loved ones' dwelling deserted.
فَياso, O جارُneighbor أَحبابيmy loved ones وَإِنand even though هِجتِyou stirred ليfor me الأَسىgrief
فَيا جارُ أَحبابي وَإِن هِجتِ لي الأَسى
سَقاكِmay it water you فَروّاكِthen drench you السَحابthe clouds مُبَكِراearly in the morning
سَقاكِ فَروّاكِ السَحاب مُبَكِرا
So, O neighbor of my loved ones, though you stirred my grief,
May the clouds water you, then drench you, early in the morning.
وَصادِحةand a songbird ناحَتlamented فَهاجَتso it stirred بَلابِليmy anguish
وَصادِحة ناحَت فَهاجَت بَلابِلي
وَأَجرىand made flow بُكاهاits weeping دَمعthe tears of عَينيَmy eyes أَحمَراred
وَأَجرى بُكاها دَمع عَينيَ أَحمَرا
And a songbird lamented, stirring my anguish,
And its weeping made the tears of my eyes flow red.
وَأَحسَستُand I felt فيin الأَحشاءِthe entrails لِلوَجدof longing سورةa surge
وَأَحسَستُ في الأَحشاءِ لِلوَجد سورة
فَبِتُso I spent the night كَأَنَّas though السُمَّpoison فيin جَسَديmy body سَرىcoursed
فَبِتُ كَأَنَّ السُمَّ في جَسَدي سَرى
And I felt a surge of longing within my entrails,
So I spent the night as though poison had coursed through my body.
تَسيلbleed جِراحيmy wounds كُلَماwhenever أَظلَمgrows dark الدُجاthe night
تَسيل جِراحي كُلَما أَظلَم الدُجا
وَتَشتَدand intensify آلاميmy pains إِذاwhen الصُبحُthe dawn أَسفَراshines forth
وَتَشتَد آلامي إِذا الصُبحُ أَسفَرا
My wounds bleed whenever night's darkness deepens,
And my pains intensify when dawn breaks.
إِذاwhen قُلتُI say فَيضَthe flood of الدَمعtears قَدindeed أَطفأَhas quenched الجَوىburning anguish
إِذا قُلتُ فَيضَ الدَمع قَد أَطفأَ الجَوى
تَصاعدrise أَنفاسthe sighs of الأَسىsorrow فَتَسعراso it flares up
تَصاعد أَنفاس الأَسى فَتَسعرا
When I say the flood of tears has quenched my burning anguish,
Sighs of sorrow rise, and it flares again.
وَإِنand if قُلتُI say غاضَhas ebbed الدَمعthe tears مِماfrom what سَجمتهُI shed of it
وَإِن قُلتُ غاضَ الدَمع مِما سَجمتهُ
تَذَكَرتُI recall أَيامthe days of اللُقاmeeting فَتَفَجراso it gushes forth
تَذَكَرتُ أَيام اللُقا فَتَفَجرا
And if I say my tears have ebbed from all I have shed,
I recall the days of meeting, and they gush forth again.
وَلَوand if كانَwere مِماamong what يُمكنis possible الصَبرpatience بَعدafter أَنthat
وَلَو كانَ مِما يُمكن الصَبر بَعد أَن
نَأواthey went far away كُنتُI would be مِنthan غَيريothers besides me عَلىat الصَبرpatience أَقدَراmore capable
نَأوا كُنتُ مِن غَيري عَلى الصَبر أَقدَرا
And if patience were possible after
They went far away, I would be more capable of patience than anyone else.
يَحولintervenes الهَوىlove بَينَbetween المُحبthe lover وَقَلبُهُand his heart
يَحول الهَوى بَينَ المُحب وَقَلبُهُ
وَتَفضحهُand expose him الأَشواقlongings مَهماhowever much تَسَتراhe conceals himself
وَتَفضحهُ الأَشواق مَهما تَسَترا
Love comes between the lover and his heart,
And longings expose him, however much he conceals himself.
فَمِنwho, then لِمحبfor a lover أَخلصhas purified الحُبlove سَبكهُhis cast metal
فَمِن لِمحب أَخلص الحُب سَبكهُ
فَأًصبَحso he became شَخصاًa figure مِنfrom غَرامpassion مُصَوراfashioned
فَأًصبَح شَخصاً مِن غَرام مُصَورا
Who, then, will aid a lover whose metal love has purified,
So that he has become a figure fashioned from passion?
وَلَمand did not يَلهِنيdistract me عِنهُمfrom them وَقَدand indeed ذُبتُI melted away حَسرَةwith regret
وَلَم يَلهِني عِنهُم وَقَد ذُبتُ حَسرَة
سِواهُمother than them وَعَهديand my pledge بِعدَهُمafter their departure ماnot تَغَيراhas changed
سِواهُم وَعَهدي بِعدَهُم ما تَغَيرا
And no one has distracted me from them, though I have melted in regret,
Except them; my pledge has not changed since they left.
كَأَنَّas though عُيونيmy eyes لَيسَdo not تُبصرsee غَيرَهُمanyone but them
كَأَنَّ عُيوني لَيسَ تُبصر غَيرَهُم
وَماand not خَلقتwere created إِلّاexcept لِتَبكيto weep وَأَسهَراand I stay awake
وَما خَلقت إِلّا لِتَبكي وَأَسهَرا
As though my eyes see no one but them,
And were created only to weep, and I to stay awake.
وَأَفديand I would ransom بِروحيwith my soul واهنweak in العَهدthe pledge مدنفlanguid الجُفونthe eyelids
وَأَفدي بِروحي واهن العَهد مدنف الجُفون
غَضيضاًwith lowered gaze ساحرbewitching الطَرفthe glance أَحوَراdark-eyed with bright whites
غَضيضاً ساحر الطَرف أَحوَرا
And with my soul I would ransom one inconstant in his pledge, languid of eyelids,
With lowered gaze, a bewitching glance, and eyes of striking black and white.
إِذاwhen ماever رَمىhe casts مِنهُof him المُريبthe suspicious one بِنَظرَةwith a glance
إِذا ما رَمى مِنهُ المُريب بِنَظرَة
أَذاعhe reveals مِنof الأَسرارthe secrets ماwhat كانَwas مضمراconcealed
أَذاع مِن الأَسرار ما كانَ مضمرا
Whenever he casts a glance at one suspicious of him,
He reveals secrets that had been concealed.
تَناسىchose to forget غَريباًa stranger كُلَماwhenever ذَكَرَhe remembers الحِمىthe protected grounds
تَناسى غَريباً كُلَما ذَكَرَ الحِمى
شَجاgrieves قَلبُهُhis heart تِذكارُهُremembering it فَتَفَطراso it breaks apart
شَجا قَلبُهُ تِذكارُهُ فَتَفَطرا
He chooses to forget a stranger who, whenever he recalls the protected grounds,
Is grieved at heart by their memory, and his heart breaks apart.
عَذيريmy defender مِنagainst طولlength of الحَياةlife مَعwith النَوىseparation
عَذيري مِن طول الحَياة مَع النَوى
وَمِنand against جَلَدfortitude أَودىhas perished وَصَبرand patience تَغَيراhas changed
وَمِن جَلَد أَودى وَصَبر تَغَيرا
Who will take my side against long life in separation,
And against fortitude that has perished and patience that has changed?
وَكُنتُand I would be سَعيداًhappy لَوif يُعاجِلُنيovertakes me swiftly الرَدىdeath
وَكُنتُ سَعيداً لَو يُعاجِلُني الرَدى
وَلَكنbut لاno شَقىwretched بِالحَياةin life كَماas تَرىyou see
وَلَكن لا شَقى بِالحَياة كَما تَرى
And I would be happy if death overtook me swiftly,
But no—I am wretched in life, as you see.
Sol 6.1