لَمِنwhose دمٌblood فيin مغانِيthe dwelling places of الحيِّthe tribe مطلولُunavenged
لَمِن دمٌ في مغانِي الحيِّ مطلولُ
يَبكيweeps عليهover it هوىًlove فيamid السِّربِthe flock مَخذولُforsaken
يَبكي عليه هوىً في السِّربِ مَخذولُ
Whose blood lies unavenged in the tribe's dwelling places,
For whom is there blood spilled in the meadows of the lively one,
while a love forsaken amid the flock weeps over it?
My passion weeps for it neglected in the thicket.
أطمَعْنَthey raised the hopes of ذاthe possessor of الشَّوقِlonging حتّىuntil لمdid not يَدَعْleave أملاًany hope
أطمَعْنَ ذا الشَّوقِ حتّى لم يَدَعْ أملاً
ثُمَّthen انصرَفنَthey turned away وماand no فيهنَّin them تَأميلُhope
ثُمَّ انصرَفنَ وما فيهنَّ تَأميلُ
They raised the yearning man's hopes till he left no hope untried,
You kindled this longing until you left no hope,
then turned away, and there was no hope in them.
Then you turned away while there was no yearning in them.
يُحدِثنَthey introduce فيin الحبِّlove ديناًa creed كلُّهall of it بِدعٌinnovations
يُحدِثنَ في الحبِّ ديناً كلُّه بِدعٌ
والحبُّand love دِينُthe faith of الهُدَىright guidance ماnot فيهin it تبديلُalteration
والحبُّ دِينُ الهُدَى ما فيه تبديلُ
They devise a creed in love made wholly of innovations;
They invent a religion in love, all of it heresy,
and love is the faith of guidance, admitting no change.
While love is the religion of guidance without any change.
ياO سارِيَnight-roaming البرقِthe lightning هلis there? ليfor me منكfrom you راحلةٌa riding mount
يا سارِيَ البرقِ هل لي منك راحلةٌ
أمor أنتَyou عنfrom دارِهاher home بالشّامin al-Sham مَشغولُpreoccupied
أم أنتَ عن دارِها بالشّام مَشغولُ
O night-roaming lightning, have you a mount for me,
O you who carry the lightning, is there a mount from you for me
or are you too preoccupied to heed her home in al-Sham?
Or are you preoccupied with her abode in Damascus?
حَملتُI bore حُرَّthe pure essence of الهَوىlove والشَّوقِand longing فيin كَبدٍa liver
حَملتُ حُرَّ الهَوى والشَّوقِ في كَبدٍ
وَلْهَىdistraught يَلوذُseeks refuge بهاin it حَرَّانُparched مَتبولُlove-stricken
وَلْهَى يَلوذُ بها حَرَّانُ مَتبولُ
I bore pure love and longing in a liver
I carried the heat of passion and longing in a liver
distraught, where a parched, love-stricken man seeks refuge.
That craves it while the roses are slain.
ياO قلبُheart وَيحكَalas for you لاnot الأُردنُّthe Jordan طَوعُobedient to يَدِيmy hand
يا قلبُ وَيحكَ لا الأُردنُّ طَوعُ يَدِي
إنif جِئتَyou come مُستسْقِياًseeking water يوماًone day ولاnor النّيلُthe Nile
إن جِئتَ مُستسْقِياً يوماً ولا النّيلُ
O heart, alas for you! The Jordan is not at my command—
O heart, woe to you! Neither the Jordan will obey my hands
should you come seeking water one day—nor is the Nile.
If I come seeking water one day, nor the Nile.
ماليwhat have I to do وللماءِand with water ماnever تجرِيflow جَداوِلُهits channels
مالي وللماءِ ما تجرِي جَداوِلُه
إلاexcept that جَرَىcoursed بالمناياwith deaths فيهin it عِزريلُAzrael
إلا جَرَى بالمنايا فيه عِزريلُ
What have I to do with water? Its channels never flow
What is it to me if the streams of water flow?
without Azrael coursing through it, bringing death.
Except they flow with disasters in which Azrael is swimming.
أهتاجُI am stirred للموتِby death يَغشانيit enfolds me ويُمسِكُنيand grips me
أهتاجُ للموتِ يَغشاني ويُمسِكُني
أَنِّيthat I علىin ظَمَئِيmy thirst والوِردُand the watering place مقتولُslain
أَنِّي على ظَمَئِي والوِردُ مقتولُ
I am shaken by death as it enfolds me, and what grips me
I aspire for death to overtake me and restrain me
is that I remain thirsty, while the watering place lies slain.
That I thirst while the roses are murdered.
ياO طائرَbird of الشّامِal-Sham هَزَّتْهُstirred it خَمائِلُهُits thickets
يا طائرَ الشّامِ هَزَّتْهُ خَمائِلُهُ
رَأْدَthe early hours of الضُّحَىthe forenoon واسْتَخفَّتْهُand buoyed it up الأظاليلُthe shades
رَأْدَ الضُّحَى واسْتَخفَّتْهُ الأظاليلُ
O bird of al-Sham, stirred by its leafy thickets
O bird of Syria shaken by his imaginations
in the early forenoon, buoyed up by the shades,
He saw the morning light and was tempted by the shadows.
هَيَّجتَyou stirred فيbeside النّيلthe Nile طيراًa bird ماnot بأيكتهِin its thicket
هَيَّجتَ في النّيل طيراً ما بأيكتهِ
لِينٌsoftness ولاnor عُودُهits branch ريّانُwell-watered مَطلولُdew-moistened
لِينٌ ولا عُودُه ريّانُ مَطلولُ
you stirred a bird beside the Nile whose thicket holds
You stirred in the Nile a bird that did not complain of your injustice,
no softness, nor is its branch well-watered and dewy.
Gentle, its twigs not moist with sap.
يَسْتَشرِفُlooks out toward الطّيرَthe birds تَستهوِيlures عصابتَهاtheir flock
يَسْتَشرِفُ الطّيرَ تَستهوِي عصابتَها
عَمياءُa blind expanse آفاقُهاits horizons غُبْرٌdusty مَجاهيلُunknown
عَمياءُ آفاقُها غُبْرٌ مَجاهيلُ
It watches the birds, whose flock is lured
The blind horizons watch the birds settling down,
by a blind expanse with dusty, unknown horizons.
Darkness of ignorance, empty of knowledge.
أسرَىthe best night-traveler among القطاthe sandgrouse حينwhen تَستغشِيwraps itself in غياهبَهاits deep darkness
أسرَى القطا حين تَستغشِي غياهبَها
وانيfeeble المطارِin flight وأهدىand the best-guided of الجنِّthe jinn ضِلّيلُastray
واني المطارِ وأهدى الجنِّ ضِلّيلُ
The best night-flying sandgrouse, when wrapped in its darkness,
I walked at night while its darkness overwhelmed me
falters in flight, and the best-guided jinn loses its way.
And I, the clearest guidance, went astray.
ماnot يَنتحِيheads toward القَدَرُfate الجاريcoursing بهاthrough it أَمَداًa goal
ما يَنتحِي القَدَرُ الجاري بها أَمَداً
حتّىuntil يكونَthere is لهfor it رَدٌّa reversal وتحويلُand redirection
حتّى يكونَ له رَدٌّ وتحويلُ
Fate, coursing through it, never heads toward a goal
Fate does not stop flowing for a period
without meeting a reversal and a change of course.
Until it can be repealed and transformed.
ماذاwhat يرىsee النّاسُthe people فيin شَعْبٍa nation تُهدِّمُهtear it down
ماذا يرى النّاسُ في شَعْبٍ تُهدِّمُه
أهواؤُهits passions وتُعفِّيهِand efface it الأباطيلُfalsehoods
أهواؤُه وتُعفِّيهِ الأباطيلُ
What do people see in a nation torn down
What do people see in a nation demolished by
by its own passions and effaced by falsehoods?
Its whims and nullified by superstitions?
إلّاif not يكنit is طَللاًa ruin يُشجيكَsaddens you دَارِسُهits worn remains
إلّا يكن طَللاً يُشجيكَ دَارِسُه
فإنّهthen it is indeed مَنزلٌa dwelling بالسُّوءِwith evil مأهولُinhabited
فإنّه مَنزلٌ بالسُّوءِ مأهولُ
If it is not a ruin whose worn remains sadden you,
Unless it is ruins that sadden its visitor,
then it is a dwelling peopled by evil.
It is then an abode of evil, haunted.
كأنَّهُas though it حِينَwhen غَالتْهُdestroyed it عَمايتُهits blindness
كأنَّهُ حِينَ غَالتْهُ عَمايتُه
علىto الهوانِhumiliation وحُبِّand love of الضَّيمِoppression مَجبولُinnately disposed
على الهوانِ وحُبِّ الضَّيمِ مَجبولُ
As though, when its blindness laid it low,
It is as if when its blindness overwhelmed it
it were fashioned for humiliation and a love of being wronged.
Towards disgrace and the love of injustice it was created.
مَشَىled onward بهwith it الجِدُّearnestness ثمthen ارتدّturned back مُنقَلِباًreeling
مَشَى به الجِدُّ ثم ارتدّ مُنقَلِباً
فَعلَin the manner of النزيفِthe drunkard بهwithin it منfrom دائهُits sickness غُولُa ghoul
فَعلَ النزيفِ به من دائهُ غُولُ
Earnestness bore it forward; then it turned back, reeling,
Seriousness took it and it turned back regressing
like a drunkard, with a ghoul of its sickness within it.
So the hemorrhaging of its disease was violent.
ألقَىcast بهit الشُؤمُill fortune فيinto هَوجاءَa raging tempest ليسthere is not بهاin it
ألقَى به الشُؤمُ في هَوجاءَ ليس بها
إلاexcept اللّجاجُobstinacy وإلاand nothing but القالُchatter والقيلُand hearsay
إلا اللّجاجُ وإلا القالُ والقيلُ
Ill fortune cast it into a raging tempest with
Ill fortune threw it into an abyss wherein
nothing but obstinacy, nothing but chatter and hearsay.
Nothing is but barking and mere saying and speaking.
طاشتْran wild بهwith it تُرّهاتُnonsense اللابسينthose wearing لهfor it
طاشتْ به تُرّهاتُ اللابسين له
ثَوبَthe robe of الرِّياءِhypocrisy وغرّتهand deceived it التهاويلُterrifying spectacles
ثَوبَ الرِّياءِ وغرّته التهاويلُ
It reeled at the nonsense of those who dressed for it
The delusions of those wearing the garment of hypocrisy swarmed around it
in hypocrisy's robe; terrifying spectacles deceived it.
And the vain hopes deceived it.
صَاحَcried out النَّذيرُthe warner فلمbut did not يَفزعْtake fright لِصَيْحَتِهat his cry
صَاحَ النَّذيرُ فلم يَفزعْ لِصَيْحَتِه
إلاexcept السّماواتُthe heavens لمّاwhen اهْتَزَّtrembled جبريلُGabriel
إلا السّماواتُ لمّا اهْتَزَّ جبريلُ
The warner cried out, but none took fright at his cry
The warner cried out but none startled at his cry
except the heavens, when Gabriel trembled.
Except the heavens when Gabriel shook.
مَنwho ليfor me بقومٍwith a people إذاwhen سارواthey travel لِطَيَّتِهمtoward their destination
مَن لي بقومٍ إذا ساروا لِطَيَّتِهم
سارواthey travel سواءًstraight فلاso neither نكبٌswerving ولاnor ميلُdeviation
ساروا سواءً فلا نكبٌ ولا ميلُ
Who can bring me a people who, setting out for their goal,
If only my people, even if their affliction is great,
travel straight, with neither swerve nor deviation?
Would chirp and rejoice.
منwho عَلَّمَtaught القومَthe people أنّthat الجِدَّearnest effort تَصديَةٌapplause
من عَلَّمَ القومَ أنّ الجِدَّ تَصديَةٌ
لِلاعبينfor the players وأنّand that المجدَglory تضليلُdeception
لِلاعبين وأنّ المجدَ تضليلُ
Who taught the people that earnest effort is applause
Who taught the people that seriousness is to repel
for players, and that glory is deceit?
The playful while glory is misleading?
ماnot انفكّتِceased اللَّقوةُthe female eagle الشَّقواءُlong-beaked جائلةًcircling
ما انفكّتِ اللَّقوةُ الشَّقواءُ جائلةً
فيin الجوِّthe air حتّىuntil ثَوَىsettled فيin الوكرِthe nest زغلولُZaghlul
في الجوِّ حتّى ثَوَى في الوكرِ زغلولُ
The long-beaked eagle never ceased circling
The miserable bad luck did not cease wandering
in the air until Zaghlul settled in the nest.
In the air until it settled in its burrow, disabled.
تَفْديshe ransoms الجِواءَthe open expanse إليهِto him وهوwhile he مُنْكَدِرٌplunging
تَفْدي الجِواءَ إليهِ وهو مُنْكَدِرٌ
دامِيbleeding الجناحِof wing علىon النّكباءِthe crosswind محمولُborne
دامِي الجناحِ على النّكباءِ محمولُ
She ransoms the open expanse for him as he plunges,
It ransoms the air to it while it is distressed,
bloody-winged, borne upon a crosswind.
Wounded in the wing, carried by setbacks.
تَرمِيit hurls بهhim كلَّevery خفَّاقِwindswept المَدىin extent قَذِفٍfar-flung
تَرمِي به كلَّ خفَّاقِ المَدى قَذِفٍ
ماnot تنتهِيcomes to an end سَعَةٌbreadth منهof it ولاnor طُولُlength
ما تنتهِي سَعَةٌ منه ولا طُولُ
It hurled him into every windswept, far-flung expanse
Every whip of the horizon hurls it with a throw
whose breadth and length have no end,
Without end or length.
حتّىuntil إذاwhen خَرَّhe fell طارتْfluttered حولaround مَوقعِهthe place of his fall
حتّى إذا خَرَّ طارتْ حول مَوقعِه
هَلكَىstricken النُّفُوسِin soul وضَجَّand cried out العصرُthe age والجيلُand the generation
هَلكَى النُّفُوسِ وضَجَّ العصرُ والجيلُ
until, when he fell, around the place of his fall fluttered
Until when it fell, the mortal perils swarmed around its landing site
the broken-souled, and the age and the generation cried out.
And the age and generation clamored and roared.
أَماis there not? لِقوميfor my people وإنand even if جَلَّتْgrew great مُصيبتُهمtheir calamity
أَما لِقومي وإن جَلَّتْ مُصيبتُهم
إلاexcept التّغاريدُsongs تُزجَىare sent forth والتّهاليلُand chants of praise
إلا التّغاريدُ تُزجَى والتّهاليلُ
Have my people, though their calamity is great,
Isn’t it so that my people, even if their misfortune is enormous,
nothing but songs sent forth and chants of praise?
Have nothing but singing and celebrations?
روايةٌa drama فيamong شُعوبِthe peoples of الشَّرقthe East رائعةٌastonishing
روايةٌ في شُعوبِ الشَّرق رائعةٌ
لهاit has علىon مَلعبِthe stage of الأجيالِgenerations تمثيلُa performance
لها على مَلعبِ الأجيالِ تمثيلُ
An astonishing drama among the peoples of the East
A story in the peoples of the East wonderful
is enacted upon the stage of generations.
It acts on the theater of generations.
ياO سعدُSa'd عَلِّلْconsole نُفوسَthe souls of القومِthe people ثانيةًonce more
يا سعدُ عَلِّلْ نُفوسَ القومِ ثانيةً
إنif كانwas ينفعُavails بعدَafter اليومِtoday تعليلُconsolation
إن كان ينفعُ بعدَ اليومِ تعليلُ
O Sa'd, console the people's souls once more,
O Saad, explain again the souls of the people
if consolation can avail after today.
If any explaining benefits after this day.
قُلْsay للمحامينto the advocates رُدُّواdraw back منon أَعِنَّتِكمyour reins
قُلْ للمحامين رُدُّوا من أَعِنَّتِكم
ضَاعَwas lost الحِمَىthe sanctuary وَاسْتُبِيحand was violated اللَّيْثُthe lion والغيلُand the thicket
ضَاعَ الحِمَى وَاسْتُبِيح اللَّيْثُ والغيلُ
Tell the advocates: draw in your reins;
Say to the advocates, take back from your help,
the sanctuary is lost; lion and thicket are laid open to ravage.
The sanctuary is wasted and the lion and the young lion are ravaged.
وَيْليِwoe to me علىfor الفَارسِthe horseman المِغوارِthe valiant إذwhen حَسرتْfell away
وَيْليِ على الفَارسِ المِغوارِ إذ حَسرتْ
عنهfrom him الدُّروعُthe armor وخانتهand betrayed him السَّرابيلُthe tunics
عنه الدُّروعُ وخانته السَّرابيلُ
Woe is me for the valiant horseman, when there fell away
Woe unto me from the intrepid horseman when
from him the armor, and his tunics betrayed him.
The shields deserted him and the coats of mail betrayed him.
دَارتْturned رَحَىthe millstone of الحربِwar فيناamong us دَوْرَةًa turn عجباًastonishing
دَارتْ رَحَى الحربِ فينا دَوْرَةً عجباً
فارتدَّso recoiled مُسْتَبسِلٌa fearless fighter وانقضَّand swooped down إجفيلُa coward
فارتدَّ مُسْتَبسِلٌ وانقضَّ إجفيلُ
War's millstone made an astonishing turn among us,
The mill of war turned among us wondrously
so a fearless fighter recoiled, and a coward swooped down.
So the submissive one recoiled and the brave one retreated.
إنّيindeed I نصحتُgave counsel لِقوميto my people قبلbefore مَصرعِهمtheir downfall
إنّي نصحتُ لِقومي قبل مَصرعِهم
لوif only أنّthat نُصحَthe counsel of ذويthose possessing الألبابِunderstanding مقبولُaccepted
لو أنّ نُصحَ ذوي الألبابِ مقبولُ
I indeed counseled my people before their downfall—
I advised my people before their death
if only the counsel of the wise were accepted!
If only the advice of reasonable people were accepted.
ماليwhat have I to do وللشّعرand with poetry هلcan? تَهديguide رَوائِعُهits masterpieces
مالي وللشّعر هل تَهدي رَوائِعُه
مَنone whom ليسnot يَهْديهguides him قُرآنٌthe Qur'an وإنجيلُand the Gospel
مَن ليس يَهْديه قُرآنٌ وإنجيلُ
What have I to do with poetry? Can its masterpieces guide
What is it to me if the wonders of poetry
one whom neither Qur'an nor Gospel guides?
Cannot guide someone not guided by Quran or Bible?
ليسواthey are not بقوميَmy people إنif طَالتْpersists جهالتُهمtheir ignorance
ليسوا بقوميَ إن طَالتْ جهالتُهم
وظَلَّand continues يخدعُهمto deceive them ظنٌّconjecture وتَخييلُand illusion
وظَلَّ يخدعُهم ظنٌّ وتَخييلُ
They are not my people if their ignorance persists,
They are not my people if their ignorance is prolonged
and conjecture and illusion keep deceiving them.
And an assumption and imagining continues to deceive them.
قَومِيmy people الأُلىَthose who لاno غطاءٌcovering فوقover أَعْيُنِهِمtheir eyes
قَومِي الأُلىَ لا غطاءٌ فوق أَعْيُنِهِم
ولاand no حجابٌveil علىover الألبابِthe minds مسدولُdrawn down
ولا حجابٌ على الألبابِ مسدولُ
My people are those with no covering over their eyes,
My intimate people have no covering over their eyes
and no veil drawn down over their minds.
Nor a barrier over the insights shut off.
ياO وَيْحَalas للشرقِfor the East هلhave? قامتarisen بهin it أُممٌnations
يا وَيْحَ للشرقِ هل قامت به أُممٌ
تَستنفِدُexhaust العدَّcounting أمor قامتْarisen تماثيلُstatues
تَستنفِدُ العدَّ أم قامتْ تماثيلُ
Alas for the East! Have nations arisen there,
Oh what a pity for the East! Did nations rise in it
beyond all counting, or have statues arisen?
That spend wholly or did statues rise?
سالتpoured عليهمover them ذِئابُthe wolves of الغَرْبِthe West تأكلُهمdevouring them
سالت عليهم ذِئابُ الغَرْبِ تأكلُهم
كذلكَthus العاجزُthe helpless المغلوبُthe vanquished مأكولُdevoured
كذلكَ العاجزُ المغلوبُ مأكولُ
The wolves of the West poured down on them, devouring them;
The wolves of the West attacked them, eating them,
thus the helpless, vanquished one is devoured.
Thus is the helpless defeated one eaten.
أقولُI say للقومِto the people فَوضَىin disorder فيin مَذاهِبهمtheir ways
أقولُ للقومِ فَوضَى في مَذاهِبهم
سِيرُواwalk علىalong سَنَنِthe path of الأحياءthe living أوor زُولواvanish
سِيرُوا على سَنَنِ الأحياء أو زُولوا
I say to the people, chaotic in their ways:
I say to the people, chaos in their doctrines,
Walk the path of the living, or vanish.
Walk the ways of the living or vanish.
لوذواseek refuge بركنٍin a bastion منof الأخلاقِmorality مُمتنِعٍunassailable
لوذوا بركنٍ من الأخلاقِ مُمتنِعٍ
تَهوِيfall الفيالقُthe legions عنهُaway from it والأساطيلُand the fleets
تَهوِي الفيالقُ عنهُ والأساطيلُ
Seek refuge in an unassailable bastion of morality,
Take refuge in an impregnable moral pillar
from which legions and fleets tumble down.
Against which armies and fleets crash and vanish.
لاهُمَّO God أدرِكْrescue شُعوباًpeoples بَاتَhas come to يُرمِضُهاscorch them
لاهُمَّ أدرِكْ شُعوباً بَاتَ يُرمِضُها
عَيْشٌa life لهاfor them فيin رُبوعِthe lands of الشّرقِthe East مملولُwearisome
عَيْشٌ لها في رُبوعِ الشّرقِ مملولُ
O God, rescue peoples now scorched
Oh moment, overtake peoples whom
by their wearisome life in the lands of the East.
A life poured upon them in the lands of the East has wearied.
لاهُمَّO God إنif تكُنِis العُقبَىthe final reward لِمُحتسِبٍfor one seeking God's reward
لاهُمَّ إن تكُنِ العُقبَى لِمُحتسِبٍ
فَهَبْthen grant لناto us الصّبرَpatience حتّىuntil يُدرَكَis attained السُّولُthe desired end
فَهَبْ لنا الصّبرَ حتّى يُدرَكَ السُّولُ
O God, if the final reward is for one who awaits Your recompense,
Oh moment, if the future belong to one who perseveres
then grant us patience until the desired end is reached.
Then grant us patience until the rough ground is traversed.
Sol 6.1