أَلَمdid ... not? تَرَyou see البَدرَthe full moon مُصفَرّاًyellowed بِهِin it مَرَضٌillness
أَلَم تَرَ البَدرَ مُصفَرّاً بِهِ مَرَضٌ
كَأَنَّهُas though it were أَناI ياO دُنيايَmy world تَشبيهاin likeness
كَأَنَّهُ أَنا يا دُنيايَ تَشبيها
Have you not seen the full moon, yellowed with illness,
Did you not see the moon, yellow with illness
As though it were a likeness of me, O my world?
As if to say, "I am like you, oh life!" a simile
صادَتهُensnared it مِنكَfrom you لِحاظٌglances فيin سَماوَتِهِits heaven
صادَتهُ مِنكَ لِحاظٌ في سَماوَتِهِ
فَباتَso it spent the night فيin لَوعَةٍanguish مِنهاfrom them يُقاسيهاenduring it
فَباتَ في لَوعَةٍ مِنها يُقاسيها
Glances from you ensnared it in its heaven,
Its beams have been blocked from you by a veil in its sky
So it spent the night enduring anguish born of them.
So it spent the night suffering, agonized by it
فيon الأَرضِthe earth مِنهاof them قُلوبُhearts الناسِof people شاكِيَهcomplaining
في الأَرضِ مِنها قُلوبُ الناسِ شاكِيَه
وَفيand in السَماءِthe sky مَلاكُthe angel اللَيلِof night يَبكيهاweeps for them
وَفي السَماءِ مَلاكُ اللَيلِ يَبكيها
On earth, people's hearts complain of them;
On earth, people's hearts complain about it
And in the sky, the angel of night weeps for them.
And in the sky, the angel of night weeps for it
أَمor هَلdo ...? تَرىyou see نورَهُits light كَالدَمعِlike tears مُنسَكِباًspilling
أَم هَل تَرى نورَهُ كَالدَمعِ مُنسَكِباً
يَهميrains down عَلىupon وَجنَةِthe cheek الأَزهارِof the flowers يَرويهاwaters them
يَهمي عَلى وَجنَةِ الأَزهارِ يَرويها
Or do you see its light spilling like tears,
Or do you see its light spilling like teardrops
Raining upon the flowers' cheek, watering them?
Raining down on the garden of flowers, watering it
يَبُثُّpours out أَحزانَهُits sorrows لِلنَجمِto the star مُمتَثِلاًsubmissively
يَبُثُّ أَحزانَهُ لِلنَجمِ مُمتَثِلاً
وَلِلنُجومِand the stars have قُلوبٌhearts ماnot تُواسيهاyou console them
وَلِلنُجومِ قُلوبٌ ما تُواسيها
It pours out its sorrows to the star, submissively,
Spreading its sorrows to the star, conforming
And the stars have hearts you do not console.
While the stars have hearts that cannot console it
فَياso, alas لَهُfor him مِنof شَجٍa sorrowing one قَدindeed راحَwent مُشتَكِياًcomplaining
فَيا لَهُ مِن شَجٍ قَد راحَ مُشتَكِياً
إِلىto شَجٍa sorrowing one مِنbecause of هُمومٍcares لَيسَdoes not يَدريهاknow them
إِلى شَجٍ مِن هُمومٍ لَيسَ يَدريها
So, alas for the sorrowing one who has gone to complain
Oh, what a longing that has gone, complaining
To another sorrowing one, whose cares he does not know.
To a longing of worries beyond knowing
هذيthese النُفوسُsouls إِذاwhen حانَتhas arrived مَنِيَّتِهاtheir death
هذي النُفوسُ إِذا حانَت مَنِيَّتِها
فَفيthen in عُيونِكَyour eyes سِحرٌmagic سَوفَwill يُحييهاrevive them
فَفي عُيونِكَ سِحرٌ سَوفَ يُحييها
These souls, when their hour of death arrives—
When these souls meet their demise
Then in your eyes is magic that will revive them.
In your eyes is magic that will revive them
Sol 6.1