وَإِنّيand indeed I لَأَدريI surely know أَنَّthat لِلأَمرِfor the matter مُدَّةًa span of time
وَإِنّي لَأَدري أَنَّ لِلأَمرِ مُدَّةً
وَأَنَّand that قَضاءَthe decree of اللَهِGod لاno بُدَّescape واقِعُcoming to pass
وَأَنَّ قَضاءَ اللَهِ لا بُدَّ واقِعُ
And I know full well that this matter has its appointed span,
and that God's decree must come to pass.
وَلَكِنَّنيand yet I حيناًat times أَضيقُI feel overwhelmed بِحَملِهاby bearing them
وَلَكِنَّني حيناً أَضيقُ بِحَملِها
هُموماًsorrows تُرينيshow me اللَيلَthe night وَالصُبحُwhile the morning ساطِعُis shining
هُموماً تُريني اللَيلَ وَالصُبحُ ساطِعُ
Yet at times I can scarcely bear them—
sorrows that show me night while morning shines.
وَإِنّاand indeed we لَتَخشىsurely fear الحادِثاتِcalamities نُفوسُناour souls
وَإِنّا لَتَخشى الحادِثاتِ نُفوسُنا
وَإِنeven if صَدَقَتprove true آمالُناour hopes وَالمَطالِعُand the omens
وَإِن صَدَقَت آمالُنا وَالمَطالِعُ
And our souls do indeed fear calamities,
even if our hopes and the omens prove true.
بِناupon us مِنof هُمومِthe cares of العَيشِlife ماthat which المَوتُdeath دونَهُis less grievous than it
بِنا مِن هُمومِ العَيشِ ما المَوتُ دونَهُ
وَلاand no عَيشَlife حَتّىuntil يَصدَعَshatters الهَمَّgrief صادِعُone who shatters
وَلا عَيشَ حَتّى يَصدَعَ الهَمَّ صادِعُ
We bear cares of life more grievous than death,
and there is no life until someone shatters grief.
نُراقِبُwe watch for عَهدَthe era of الشَرِّevil أَنto يَبلُغَreach المَدىthe limit
نُراقِبُ عَهدَ الشَرِّ أَن يَبلُغَ المَدى
وَنَرجوand we hope for مِنَof الخَيراتِgood things ماwhat اللَهُGod صانِعُwill bring about
وَنَرجو مِنَ الخَيراتِ ما اللَهُ صانِعُ
We watch for evil's reign to reach its end,
and hope for the good things God will bring about.
تَمادىhas dragged on بِناfor us عَهدٌa spell مِنَof السوءِmisfortune هائِلٌdreadful
تَمادى بِنا عَهدٌ مِنَ السوءِ هائِلٌ
وَطاحَand brought ruin بِناupon us خَطبٌa calamity مِنَfrom القَومِthe people رائِعُterrifying
وَطاحَ بِنا خَطبٌ مِنَ القَومِ رائِعُ
A dreadful spell of misfortune has dragged on for us,
and a terrifying calamity from those people has laid us low.
أَماah وَالسِهامِby the arrows المُصمِياتِstriking dead قُلوبَناour hearts
أَما وَالسِهامِ المُصمِياتِ قُلوبَنا
لَقَدindeed فَزِعَتhave shuddered لِلهالِكينَfor the fallen المَصارِعُthe places of death
لَقَد فَزِعَت لِلهالِكينَ المَصارِعُ
Ah, by the arrows that strike our hearts dead,
indeed, the very places of death have shuddered for the fallen.
عَييناwe are baffled فَماso ... not يَدريknows الفَتىthe young man أَيَّwhich نَكبَةٍdisaster
عَيينا فَما يَدري الفَتى أَيَّ نَكبَةٍ
يَقيhe shields نَفسَهُhimself أَوor أَيَّwhich خَطبٍcalamity يُقارِعُhe battles
يَقي نَفسَهُ أَو أَيَّ خَطبٍ يُقارِعُ
We are at a loss: a man knows not which disaster
to shield himself from, or which calamity to fight.
غِياثَكَYour aid ياذاO Possessor of الطَولِbounty وَالحَولِand power كُلِّهِall of it
غِياثَكَ ياذا الطَولِ وَالحَولِ كُلِّهِ
فَماfor there is no لِلَّذيfor that which نَشكوهُwe complain of it غَيرُكَother than You دافِعُone who wards off
فَما لِلَّذي نَشكوهُ غَيرُكَ دافِعُ
Your aid, O Lord of bounty and all power!
For none but You can ward off what we lament.
غِياثَكَYour aid إِنَّindeed القَومَthe people قَدalready دَبَّرواthey have plotted لَناagainst us
غِياثَكَ إِنَّ القَومَ قَد دَبَّروا لَنا
مِنَof الأَمرِthe matter ماwhat تَخشىfear النُفوسُthe souls الجَوازِعُfearful
مِنَ الأَمرِ ما تَخشى النُفوسُ الجَوازِعُ
Your aid! Those people have indeed plotted against us
something that fearful souls dread.
نَظَلُّwe remain حَيارىbewildered نَرقُبُwe watch for الشَرَّevil يَومَناthroughout our day
نَظَلُّ حَيارى نَرقُبُ الشَرَّ يَومَنا
وَنُحييand we keep vigil through الدُجىthe darkness مِمّاbecause of how تَهولُinspire dread المَضاجِعُthe beds
وَنُحيي الدُجى مِمّا تَهولُ المَضاجِعُ
We spend our day bewildered, watching for evil,
and keep vigil through the darkness, for our beds inspire dread.
رُوَيدَgive respite to العِدىthe foes إِنَّindeed الحَياةَlife إِلىup to مَدىًa limit
رُوَيدَ العِدى إِنَّ الحَياةَ إِلى مَدىً
وَإِنَّand indeed الفَتىthe young man يَوماًone day إِلىto اللَهِGod راجِعُreturning
وَإِنَّ الفَتى يَوماً إِلى اللَهِ راجِعُ
Give the foes respite: life has its limit,
and a man will surely return to God one day.
Sol 6.1