ياO لَهفَanguish نَفسيmy soul عَلىover صَخرٍSakhr وَقَدand indeed لَهِفَتit has grieved
يا لَهفَ نَفسي عَلى صَخرٍ وَقَد لَهِفَت
وَهَلand can يَرُدَّنَّever dispel خَبلَturmoil القَلبِof the heart تَلهيفيmy lamenting
وَهَل يَرُدَّنَّ خَبلَ القَلبِ تَلهيفي
Oh, my soul's anguish over Sakhr—it has indeed grieved!
O my anxious soul over a rock that has become anxious
And can my lamenting ever dispel the heart's turmoil?
Will the confusion of my heart be restored from my anxiety?
اِبكيweep أَخاكِyour brother إِذاwhen جاوَرتِهِمyou are beside them سَحَراًbefore dawn
اِبكي أَخاكِ إِذا جاوَرتِهِم سَحَراً
جوديbe generous عَلَيهِupon him بِدَمعٍwith tears غَيرِnot مَنزوفِexhausted
جودي عَلَيهِ بِدَمعٍ غَيرِ مَنزوفِ
Weep for your brother when you are beside them before dawn;
Cry for your brother when you neighbor him at night
Lavish upon him tears that never run dry.
Be generous to him with an unrestrained tear
اِبكيweep المُهينَthe one who holds cheap تِلادَlong-held possessions المالِwealth إِنif نَزَلَتdescended
اِبكي المُهينَ تِلادَ المالِ إِن نَزَلَت
شَهباءُa gray famine-year تَرزَحُbears heavily بِالقَومِupon the people المَتاريفِthe prosperous
شَهباءُ تَرزَحُ بِالقَومِ المَتاريفِ
Weep for him who held long-held wealth cheap, whenever there came
Cry for the one disgraced by the wealth of the people if he stays
A gray famine-year that weighed down prosperous folk.
Ashes that moan with the plundering clan
وَاِبكيand weep أَخاكِyour brother لِدَهرٍfor a time صارَhad become مُؤتَلِفاًharmonious
وَاِبكي أَخاكِ لِدَهرٍ صارَ مُؤتَلِفاً
وَالدَهرُand Time وَيحَكِalas for you ذوpossessor of فَجعٍbereavement وَتَجليفِand devastation
وَالدَهرُ وَيحَكِ ذو فَجعٍ وَتَجليفِ
And weep for your brother, for a time that had grown harmonious;
And cry for your brother for an age that has become intimate
And Time—alas for you—brings bereavement and devastation.
While time, oh it moans with agony and wrapping
Sol 6.1