ياO طائِراًbird لاnot يَكُفُّceases
يا طائِراً لا يَكُفُّ
هَلare ...? أَنتَyou نَجمٌa star يَرِفُّflutters
هَل أَنتَ نَجمٌ يَرِفُّ
O bird that never ceases,
O ceaseless bird
are you a star that flutters,
Are you a fluttering star
أَمor أَنتَyou خِطفَةُa flash نورٍof light
أَم أَنتَ خِطفَةُ نورٍ
أَمor أَنتَyou قَلبٌa heart يَخِفُّgrows light
أَم أَنتَ قَلبٌ يَخِفُّ
or are you a flash of light,
Or a gleam of light snatched away
or are you a heart that grows light?
Or a timid heart
تَطيرُyou fly نَدباًnimble طَروباًjoyful
تَطيرُ نَدباً طَروباً
فَوقَabove الزُهورِthe flowers تَدِفُّyou flutter
فَوقَ الزُهورِ تَدِفُّ
You fly, nimble and joyful,
You flit joyfully, sorrowfully
above the flowers you flutter.
Above the flowers fluttering
شابَهَتنيyou resembled me فيin شَبابيmy youth
شابَهَتني في شَبابي
بَلrather إِنَّindeed جِسميmy body أَخَفُّlighter
بَل إِنَّ جِسمي أَخَفُّ
You resemble me in my youth—
You resembled me in my youth
rather, my body was lighter still.
Though my body is more slender
قَدindeed كانَwas ريشُthe feathers جَناحيmy wing
قَد كانَ ريشُ جَناحي
مِنof عَسجَدٍgold يُستَشَفُّcan be seen through
مِن عَسجَدٍ يُستَشَفُّ
Indeed, the feathers of my wing were
My wing feathers used to be
of translucent gold.
Of healable bone
وَكُنتُand I was بِالدَهرِtoward time دَوماًalways
وَكُنتُ بِالدَهرِ دَوماً
مُستَهزِئاًmocking أَستَخِفُّI make light of it
مُستَهزِئاً أَستَخِفُّ
And always I treated time
And I was always
with mockery, making light of it,
Mockingly lighthearted
حَتّىuntil لَقيتُI encountered شَديداًa harsh ordeal
حَتّى لَقيتُ شَديداً
مِنَfrom اللَياليthe nights يَشِفُّwears one thin
مِنَ اللَيالي يَشِفُّ
until I met a harsh ordeal
Until I met severe
from the nights, which wore me thin.
Nights that heal
قَدalready شابَhas grown gray قَلبيmy heart فَنَفسيso my soul
قَد شابَ قَلبي فَنَفسي
عَنِfrom السُرورِjoy تَعِفُّabstains
عَنِ السُرورِ تَعِفُّ
My heart has grown gray, so my soul
My heart grew old so my soul
abstains from joy.
Is averse to joy
وَأَصبَحَand has become الحُزنُsorrow حَوليaround me
وَأَصبَحَ الحُزنُ حَولي
مِنfrom كُلِّevery جَنبٍside يَحِفُّencircles
مِن كُلِّ جَنبٍ يَحِفُّ
And sorrow is now around me,
And sorrow surrounds me
encircling me on every side.
Pressing from all sides
وَسَوفَand will يَذبُلُwither قَلبيmy heart
وَسَوفَ يَذبُلُ قَلبي
غَداًtomorrow وَدَمعيand my tears يَجِفُّdry up
غَداً وَدَمعي يَجِفُّ
And my heart will wither
Tomorrow my heart will wither
tomorrow, and my tears will dry.
And my tears will dry
Sol 6.1