ياO سيِّدَmaster الرسْلof the messengers أحلاميmy dreams تؤرِّقنيkeep me awake
يا سيِّدَ الرسْل أحلامي تؤرِّقني
ودمدماتُand the rumblings الأسَىof sorrow والسُّهدِand sleeplessness تسْريcourse بيthrough me
ودمدماتُ الأسَى والسُّهدِ تسْري بي
O master of the messengers, my dreams keep me awake;
O master of the messengers, my dreams keep me awake.
the muffled rumblings of sorrow and sleeplessness course through me.
And the rumblings of sorrow and sleeplessness course through me.
وسَوْرةُand a surge الحِقْدِof hatred بالتبشيرthrough evangelism زاحفةٌadvancing
وسَوْرةُ الحِقْدِ بالتبشير زاحفةٌ
تغزوinvades الخلاياthe hives لإحراقِto burn اليعاسيبِthe bee-kings
تغزو الخلايا لإحراقِ اليعاسيبِ
And hatred’s fury comes advancing through evangelism,
And a surge of hatred advances through evangelism.
invading the cells to burn the leaders of the hive.
It invades the hives to burn the bee-kings.
ونحنُand we نغرقُare drowning فيin أوحالِthe mire فُرْقتناof our division
ونحنُ نغرقُ في أوحالِ فُرْقتنا
منfrom النَّواصيthe forelocks هواناًin humiliation للعراقيبto the heels
من النَّواصي هواناً للعراقيب
And we are drowning in the mire of our division,
And we are drowning in the mire of our division,
abased from forelock to heel.
From forelocks to heels, in humiliation.
متىwhen يُجَدِّدُrenews يومُthe day النصرِof victory زَوْرَتهُits visit
متى يُجَدِّدُ يومُ النصرِ زَوْرَتهُ
فقدfor indeed سئمناwe have grown weary التَّداويof seeking treatment بالألاعيبِwith tricks
فقد سئمنا التَّداوي بالألاعيبِ
When will the day of victory visit us anew?
When will the day of victory pay another visit?
For we have tired of seeking cures in deceptions.
For we have grown weary of seeking remedies in trickery.
Sol 6.1