ياO مَنزِلاًdwelling لَعِبَtoyed الزَمانُTime بِأَهلِهِwith its people
يا مَنزِلاً لَعِبَ الزَمانُ بِأَهلِهِ
طَوراًat one time يُفَرِّقُهُمscatters them وَطَوراًand at another time يَجمَعُgathers
طَوراً يُفَرِّقُهُم وَطَوراً يَجمَعُ
O dwelling whose people Time has toyed with,
O dwelling place, time has toyed with its people
now scattering them, now gathering them together.
At times separating them, at others gathering them
أَينَwhere الَّذينَthose whom عَهِدتُهُمI knew them بِكَwithin you مَرَّةًonce
أَينَ الَّذينَ عَهِدتُهُم بِكَ مَرَّةً
كانَwas الزَمانُTime بِهِمthrough them يَضُرُّharms وَيَنفَعُand benefits
كانَ الزَمانُ بِهِم يَضُرُّ وَيَنفَعُ
Where are those I once knew within you,
Where are those I knew you with once
through whom Time brought harm and benefit?
Time was harmful and beneficial to them
أَصبَحتَyou have become تُفزِعُyou frighten مَنwhoever رَآكَsaw you وَطالَماand so often
أَصبَحتَ تُفزِعُ مَن رَآكَ وَطالَما
كُنّاwe were إِلَيكَto you مِنَfrom الحَوادِثِcalamities نَفزَعُwe seek refuge
كُنّا إِلَيكَ مِنَ الحَوادِثِ نَفزَعُ
You now frighten whoever sees you, though so often
You've become frightening to whoever sees you, yet we used to
we sought refuge in you from calamities.
Seek refuge in you from calamities
أَيّامَin the days when لاnot أَغشىI visit لِأَهلِكَof your people مَربَعاًa spring abode
أَيّامَ لا أَغشى لِأَهلِكَ مَربَعاً
إِلّاexcept وَفيهِand within it لِلمَسَرَّةِfor joy مَربَعُa spring abode
إِلّا وَفيهِ لِلمَسَرَّةِ مَربَعُ
In those days, I never visited your people's spring abode
Days where none of your people have shelter
without joy itself having a spring abode there.
Except what little joy shelters them
لَهفيmy anguish عَلَيكَfor you لَوif only اِنَّindeed لَهفاًanguish يَنفَعُavails
لَهفي عَلَيكَ لَو اِنَّ لَهفاً يَنفَعُ
أَوor أَنَّthat دَهراًTime راحِمٌmerciful to مَنwhoever يَجزَعُgrieves
أَو أَنَّ دَهراً راحِمٌ مَن يَجزَعُ
My anguish for you—if only anguish could avail,
My yearning for you, if yearning avails
or Time were merciful to those who grieve.
Or if fate pities those in anguish
ماnot كانَwas ذاكَthat العَيشُlife إِلّاanything but خُلسَةًa stolen moment
ما كانَ ذاكَ العَيشُ إِلّا خُلسَةً
خَطفاًswiftly snatched كَرَجعِlike the blink of الطَرفِthe eye أَوor هُوَit أَسرَعُswifter
خَطفاً كَرَجعِ الطَرفِ أَو هُوَ أَسرَعُ
That life was nothing but a stolen moment,
That life was but an instant
snatched like the blink of an eye—or swifter still.
Snatched like the blink of an eye, or swifter
Sol 6.1