عَليلٌailing غَريبٌa stranger وَلاand no مُونِسُcompanion
عَليلٌ غَريبٌ وَلا مُونِسُ
يَحِنُّyearns لِرُؤياكَfor the sight of you ياO تونِسُTunis
يَحِنُّ لِرُؤياكَ يا تونِسُ
An ailing stranger, with no companion,
A lonely exile with no companion
yearns for the sight of you, O Tunis.
Yearning for the sight of you, oh Tunis
يَموتُdies إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle يَجُنّenvelops الدُجىthe darkness
يَموتُ إِذا ما يَجُنّ الدُجى
وَيَحياand lives إِذاwhen نَصَلَrecedes الحِندِسُthe deep darkness
وَيَحيا إِذا نَصَلَ الحِندِسُ
He dies when darkness falls,
He dies when darkness descends
and lives when the deep darkness recedes.
And lives when dawn breaks
وَماand what حالَthe plight مَنone whose نَزَحَتhas grown distant دارُهُhis home
وَما حالَ مَن نَزَحَت دارُهُ
وَقَرَّبَهُand drew him near لِلعَناto suffering قُربُصُKorbous
وَقَرَّبَهُ لِلعَنا قُربُصُ
And what is the plight of one whose home lies far away,
And what is the state of one whose home was lost
and whom Korbous has drawn near to suffering?
And Cyprus brought him closer to hardship
فَلاتَso no اِقتِدارٌability وَلاتَand no اِصطِبارٌendurance
فَلاتَ اِقتِدارٌ وَلاتَ اِصطِبارٌ
وَلاتَand no اِفتِرارٌsmiling وَمَنand who يَنبِسُutters a word
وَلاتَ اِفتِرارٌ وَمَن يَنبِسُ
There is no strength, nor endurance,
No capability, no patience
nor any smile—and who can utter a word?
No respite, and who would speak?
وَمِنand from دونless than هَذاthis تَطيشُreel الحُلومُminds
وَمِن دون هَذا تَطيشُ الحُلومُ
وَتَدمىand bleed الكُلومwounds ولاand not تُحبَسُare stanched
وَتَدمى الكُلوم ولا تُحبَسُ
And even less than this makes minds reel,
Without this, minds go astray
and wounds bleed without being stanched.
And hearts bleed but cannot be stanched
قَرارَةُa seat خِزيٍof disgrace وَمَرمىand a target هَوانٍof humiliation
قَرارَةُ خِزيٍ وَمَرمى هَوانٍ
وَنارُand the fire الهُمومِof cares بِهِin it تُقبَسُis kindled
وَنارُ الهُمومِ بِهِ تُقبَسُ
A seat of disgrace and a target of humiliation,
The bitterness of disgrace and a target of humiliation
where the fire of cares is kindled.
The fires of worries in him are kindled
وَماand not تَقَعُfalls العَينُthe eye إِلّاexcept عَلىupon
وَما تَقَعُ العَينُ إِلّا عَلى
مَريضٍa sick person ثيابَgarments الضَنىof wasting illness يَلبَسُwears
مَريضٍ ثيابَ الضَنى يَلبَسُ
And the eye falls upon nothing but
And the eye falls on none but
a sick man wearing the garments of wasting illness,
A sick man wearing the garb of grief
وَزَمنىand invalids وَجَرحىand the wounded يُسَقَّونَare given drink مِنfrom
وَزَمنى وَجَرحى يُسَقَّونَ مِن
حَميمٍscalding water تُحَمّare fevered بِهِby it الأَنفُسُsouls
حَميمٍ تُحَمّ بِهِ الأَنفُسُ
and invalids and the wounded, given drinks of
My era and my wounds quenched with
scalding water that sets souls fevering.
A fervor that sears souls
يُسَقَّونare given drink حَيناًat times وَلاand do not يَحمَدونَgive thanks
يُسَقَّون حَيناً وَلا يَحمَدونَ
وَعُذرُهُمand their excuse واضِحٌclear إِنif نَسواthey forget
وَعُذرُهُم واضِحٌ إِن نَسوا
At times they are given drink and offer no thanks;
Quenched at times without thanks
and their excuse is clear if they forget.
And their excuse is clear if they forget
تَرىyou see كُلَّevery ذيone with عِلَّةٍan ailment خافِتاًfaint-voiced
تَرى كُلَّ ذي عِلَّةٍ خافِتاً
يَئنّgroans إِذاwhen ضَمَّهُenfolds him المِغمَسُthe bathing pool
يَئنّ إِذا ضَمَّهُ المِغمَسُ
You see every sufferer faint-voiced,
You see every faintly ill
groaning when the bathing pool enfolds him.
Moaning when clutched by pain
يُلينُsoftens الجَليدَthe hardy وَيَشويand scorches الجُلودَskins
يُلينُ الجَليدَ وَيَشوي الجُلودَ
كَذاتِlike one possessing الوَقودِfuel إِذاwhen يُلمَسُis touched
كَذاتِ الوَقودِ إِذا يُلمَسُ
It softens the hardy and scorches skin,
Softening ice and searing skin
like a fuel-fed fire when touched.
Like fuelwood when touched
وَحيناًand at times تَراهُمyou see them كأهلِlike the people of الإِكامِthe hills
وَحيناً تَراهُم كأهلِ الإِكامِ
تَجوبُroam الجِبالَthe mountains وَلاand do not تَجلِسُsit
تَجوبُ الجِبالَ وَلا تَجلِسُ
And at other times you see them like hill-folk,
And at times you see them like ascetics
roaming the mountains and never sitting down.
Roaming mountains without sitting
وَيَجنونَand they gather مِنfrom كُلِّevery مُرٍّbitter thing بِهاin it
وَيَجنونَ مِن كُلِّ مُرٍّ بِها
أُموراًthings تَجِفّdry up لَهاbecause of them الأَرؤُسُheads
أُموراً تَجِفّ لَها الأَرؤُسُ
And from every bitter thing there they gather
And they pluck from each bitterness
things that make heads shrivel.
Matters that dry out heads
وَيُضحونَand become صَرعىfelled خُمارٍby a hangover إِذاwhen
وَيُضحونَ صَرعى خُمارٍ إِذا
حَسَوهاthey sipped it وَماand not دارَتِwent round الأَكؤُسُthe cups
حَسَوها وَما دارَتِ الأَكؤُسُ
And they are felled by a hangover when
And they become drunkards’ prey when
they sip it, though no cups have gone round.
They sense it, though cups did not circle
يُطيفُcircles بِأَطلالِهِaround its ruins أَقوَدٌa towering one
يُطيفُ بِأَطلالِهِ أَقوَدٌ
أَشَمّlofty-nosed يُناجيcommunes with السَماthe sky أَقعَسُarch-backed
أَشَمّ يُناجي السَما أَقعَسُ
A towering mountain encircles its ruins,
A blind man roams its ruins
lofty-nosed, communing with the sky, arch-backed.
A keen sense conversing with the heavens, distraught
يُطِلّoverhangs فَتَحسَبُهُso you think it ظُلَّةًa canopy
يُطِلّ فَتَحسَبُهُ ظُلَّةً
فَهَلso did قَومُthe people of موسىMoses هُناhere عَرّسواcamp for the night
فَهَل قَومُ موسى هُنا عَرّسوا
It overhangs, so you take it for a canopy—
Lingering, you'd think him a shadow
so did Moses' people camp here?
Did Moses' people camp here then flee?
وَمَنand from حَولِهِaround it البَحرُthe sea لَكِنbut بِهِin it
وَمَن حَولِهِ البَحرُ لَكِن بِهِ
عَواصِفُtempests صَرصَرَfiercely howling لاnot تَهمِسُwhisper
عَواصِفُ صَرصَرَ لا تَهمِسُ
And around it is the sea, but within it
And the sea around him, but within
are howling tempests that do not whisper.
Tempests of hissing, no whispers
كَأَنَّas though بِشاطِئِهِon its shore حَرّةًa freeborn woman
كَأَنَّ بِشاطِئِهِ حَرّةً
ثيابَclothes الحِدادof mourning لَهاfor her مَلبَسُattire
ثيابَ الحِداد لَها مَلبَسُ
As though a freeborn woman were on its shore,
As if on its coast a funeral
with mourning garments for her attire.
Donning mourning clothes
فَلاso not البَرّthe land بَرّkind بِزُوّارِهِto its visitors
فَلا البَرّ بَرّ بِزُوّارِهِ
وَلاand not البَحرُthe sea بَحرٌbountiful وَلاand not يونِسُcomforts
وَلا البَحرُ بَحرٌ وَلا يونِسُ
Neither is the land kind to its visitors,
Neither is the land welcoming its visitors
nor is the sea bountiful, nor does it comfort.
Nor the sea a sea, nor is there a Jonah
وَلاand no نُزهَةٌouting غَيرَexcept عَينِthe Spring of التيوسِthe goats
وَلا نُزهَةٌ غَيرَ عَينِ التيوسِ
وَعَينَand the Spring of السَلاحِفِthe turtles لاmay not قُدِّسواthey be hallowed
وَعَينَ السَلاحِفِ لا قُدِّسوا
And there is no outing except to the Goats' Spring
No stroll but the gazes of foxes
and the Turtles' Spring—may they never be hallowed!
And tortoise eyes, no sanctity
مَكانٌa place سَحيقٌfar-off وَحُزنٌand sorrow وَضيقٌand distress
مَكانٌ سَحيقٌ وَحُزنٌ وَضيقٌ
وَقَفرٌand a wilderness يَسوقُbrings العَناsuffering بَسبَسُbarren
وَقَفرٌ يَسوقُ العَنا بَسبَسُ
A far-off place, sorrow and distress,
A distant, gloomy, and narrow place
and a barren, desolate wilderness that brings suffering.
A wasteland the hardship pulls along
فَقُلso tell لِلأَحِبَّةto the loved ones لاmay not مَسُّهُمtouch them
فَقُل لِلأَحِبَّة لا مَسُّهُم
هَوانٌhumiliation إِذاwhen اِنتَظَمَassembles المَجلِسُthe gathering
هَوانٌ إِذا اِنتَظَمَ المَجلِسُ
So tell my loved ones—may they not be touched
Tell the loved ones no disgrace touches them
by humiliation—when the gathering assembles,
When the gathering is adorned
وَفاحَand wafts العَبيرperfume وَلاحَand appears السُرورُjoy
وَفاحَ العَبير وَلاحَ السُرورُ
وَحَيّاهُمand greets them الوَردُroses وَالنَرجَسُand narcissi
وَحَيّاهُم الوَردُ وَالنَرجَسُ
and perfume wafts and joy appears,
And fragrance wafts and joy shines
and roses and narcissi greet them:
And the rose and narcissus greet them
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle شَجاكُمsaddens you ذِكرُthe memory of حَبيبٍa beloved
إِذا ما شَجاكُم ذِكرُ حَبيبٍ
وَعِلقُand the treasure مَوَدَّتِهِof his affection الأَنفُسُsouls
وَعِلقُ مَوَدَّتِهِ الأَنفُسُ
if the memory of a beloved stirs your sorrow,
When the memory of a beloved preoccupies you
and souls are the treasure of his affection,
And ties of affection seize souls
فَقولواthen say بِماof what تَعلَمواyou know عَنabout أَخٍa brother
فَقولوا بِما تَعلَموا عَن أَخٍ
مَحاسِنُهُhis virtues بَينَكُمamong you تُدرَسُare recounted
مَحاسِنُهُ بَينَكُم تُدرَسُ
then speak of what you know of a brother
Say what you know of a brother
whose virtues are recounted among you.
Whose virtues amongst you are studied
لَعَلَّperhaps ادّكارَكُمyour remembrance مُنعِشٌreviving
لَعَلَّ ادّكارَكُم مُنعِشٌ
قواهُhis strength الَّتيwhich قارَبَتhas come close to تَدرُسُfading away
قواهُ الَّتي قارَبَت تَدرُسُ
Perhaps your remembrance will revive
Perhaps your recollection will revive
his strength, which is close to fading away.
His strength which neared collapse
فَياso O فالِقَCleaver of الحَبِّthe grain ياO خالِقيmy Creator
فَيا فالِقَ الحَبِّ يا خالِقي
وَأَنتَand You هوَHe المُسعِدُgiver of good fortune المُنحِسُbringer of misfortune
وَأَنتَ هوَ المُسعِدُ المُنحِسُ
So, O Cleaver of the grain, O my Creator,
O Splitter of love, O my Creator
and You are He who grants good fortune and ill—
You are the One who blesses and curses
سَألتُكَI beseech You ياO رَبّLord بِالمُصطَفىby the Chosen One
سَألتُكَ يا رَبّ بِالمُصطَفى
نَبيِّthe Prophet الهُدىof guidance الطَيِّبِpure المَغرِسِstock
نَبيِّ الهُدى الطَيِّبِ المَغرِسِ
I beseech You, Lord, by the Chosen One,
I asked You, my Lord, by al-Mustafa
the Prophet of guidance, of pure stock,
The Prophet of guidance, the good sapling
وَبالآلِand by the family وَالصَحبِand the companions وَالتابِعينَand the Followers
وَبالآلِ وَالصَحبِ وَالتابِعينَ
وَمَنand those who فيin ثَرىthe soil of بَدرBadr قَدindeed عَرّسواencamped
وَمَن في ثَرى بَدر قَد عَرّسوا
and by the family, the companions, and the Followers,
By his family, companions and followers
and those who have encamped in Badr's soil,
And those who at Badr gained martyrdom
وَبِالأَولياءِand by the saints الألىwho لَيلُهُمtheir night
وَبِالأَولياءِ الألى لَيلُهُم
بِنورِwith the light of الهُدىguidance نَيِّرٌradiant مُشمِسُsunlit
بِنورِ الهُدى نَيِّرٌ مُشمِسُ
and by the saints whose night
And by the saints whose night
is radiant, sunlit with the light of guidance:
Is lit by the sun-like light of guidance
تَدارَكَrescue عُبيدَكYour lowly servant وَاِنظُرand look لَهُupon him
تَدارَكَ عُبيدَك وَاِنظُر لَهُ
بِعَينwith an eye of الرِضىfavor فَبِهاfor by it يُحرَسُhe is guarded
بِعَين الرِضى فَبِها يُحرَسُ
rescue Your lowly servant, and look upon him
Save Your servants and look to him
with an eye of favor, for by it he is guarded.
With approving eyes, for by them he is guarded
وَعَجِّلand hasten شِفاهُhis healing فَأَنتَfor You القَديرُthe Almighty
وَعَجِّل شِفاهُ فَأَنتَ القَديرُ
إِذاwhen حارَis at a loss بُقراطُHippocrates أَوor هرمسُHermes
إِذا حارَ بُقراطُ أَو هرمسُ
And hasten his healing, for You are almighty,
And hasten his recovery, for You are Able
when Hippocrates or Hermes is at a loss.
When Hippocrates or Hermes fall short
وَجَمِّعand reunite بِأَحبابِهِwith his loved ones شَملَهُhis scattered circle
وَجَمِّع بِأَحبابِهِ شَملَهُ
فَقَدfor indeed طالَhas lasted long فيin قُربُصَKorbous المحبِسُconfinement
فَقَد طالَ في قُربُصَ المحبِسُ
And reunite him with his loved ones,
And reunite him with his loved ones
for confinement in Korbous has lasted long.
For long has he been jailed in Cyprus
وَصَلِّand bless وَسَلِّمand grant peace عَلىupon مَنthe one who بِهِthrough him
وَصَلِّ وَسَلِّم عَلى مَن بِهِ
بُنودthe banners الطَواغيتِof tyrants قَدindeed نُكِّسواhave been lowered
بُنود الطَواغيتِ قَد نُكِّسوا
And bestow blessings and peace upon him through whom
And bless and bestow peace upon the one by whom
the banners of tyrants have been lowered,
The idols of tyrants were toppled
وَآلٍand the family وَصَحبٍand the companions مَعَwith التابِعينَthe Followers
وَآلٍ وَصَحبٍ مَعَ التابِعينَ
لَعَلّيَperhaps I فيin فَضلِهِمtheir grace أُغمَسُmay be immersed
لَعَلّيَ في فَضلِهِم أُغمَسُ
and upon his family and companions, with the Followers—
And his family and companions and followers
that I may be immersed in their grace.
Perhaps through their merit I find deliverance
Sol 6.1