ياO عَينِeye جوديgive generously بِدَمعٍwith tears مِنكِfrom you مُهراقِpoured out
يا عَينِ جودي بِدَمعٍ مِنكِ مُهراقِ
إِذاwhen هَدىgrew quiet الناسُthe people أَوor هَمّواwere about to بِإِطراقِbow their heads
إِذا هَدى الناسُ أَو هَمّوا بِإِطراقِ
O eye, be lavish with the tears you shed,
O eye, be generous with a tear of yours
When people grow quiet or are about to bow their heads.
When people are rightly guided or think of turning away
إِنّيindeed I تُذَكِّرُنيshe reminds me صَخراًSakhr إِذاwhen سَجَعَتshe cooed
إِنّي تُذَكِّرُني صَخراً إِذا سَجَعَت
عَلىupon الغُصونِthe branches هَتوفٌa loud-calling dove ذاتُhaving أَطواقِneck-rings
عَلى الغُصونِ هَتوفٌ ذاتُ أَطواقِ
Indeed, she reminds me of Sakhr whenever she coos—
You remind me of a rock when it laments
Upon the branches, a loud-calling dove with rings about her neck—
With a grieving ostrich upon its branches
وَكُلُّand every عَبرىtearful woman تَبيتُspends the night اللَيلَthe night ساهِرَةًawake
وَكُلُّ عَبرى تَبيتُ اللَيلَ ساهِرَةً
تَبكيshe weeps بُكاءَthe weeping of حَزينِone sorrowful القَلبِat heart مُشتاقِyearning
تَبكي بُكاءَ حَزينِ القَلبِ مُشتاقِ
And every tearful woman who spends the night awake,
And every teardrop spends the night awake
Weeping as one sorrowful at heart and full of longing weeps.
Weeping the sorrowful weeping of a longing heart
لاdo not تَكذِبَنَّever lie فَإِنَّfor indeed المَوتَdeath مُختَرِمٌcutting lives short
لا تَكذِبَنَّ فَإِنَّ المَوتَ مُختَرِمٌ
كُلَّall البَرِيَّةِcreation غَيرَexcept الواحِدِthe One الباقيthe everlasting
كُلَّ البَرِيَّةِ غَيرَ الواحِدِ الباقي
Do not lie, for death cuts down
Do not lie, for death is destructive
All creation except the One who endures.
To all creation except the One Everlasting
أَنتَyou الفَتىthe youth الماجِدُthe noble الحاميthe protector of حَقيقَتَهُhis kin and honor
أَنتَ الفَتى الماجِدُ الحامي حَقيقَتَهُ
تُعطيyou give الجَزيلَlavish gifts بِوَجهٍwith a face مِنكَof yours مِشراقِradiant
تُعطي الجَزيلَ بِوَجهٍ مِنكَ مِشراقِ
You are the noble youth who guards his kin and honor;
You are the noble young man true to himself
You give lavish gifts with your face aglow.
Giving bountifully with a radiant face from you
وَالعَودَand the old male camel تُعطيyou give مَعاًtogether وَالنابَand the old she-camel مُكتَنِفاًgathering them together
وَالعَودَ تُعطي مَعاً وَالنابَ مُكتَنِفاً
وَكُلَّand every طِرفٍthoroughbred steed إِلىtoward الغاياتِthe finishing posts سَبّاقِracing ahead
وَكُلَّ طِرفٍ إِلى الغاياتِ سَبّاقِ
And you give the old male camel and old she-camel together, gathering them together,
And a branch you give as well as a flute encompassed
And every thoroughbred steed that races ahead to the finish.
Every gaze to the goals is racing
إِنّيindeed I سَأَبكيI shall weep for أَباAbu (father of) حَسّانَHassan نادِبَةًlamenting
إِنّي سَأَبكي أَبا حَسّانَ نادِبَةً
ماas long as زِلتُI remain فيat كُلِّevery إِمساءٍnightfall وَإِشراقِand sunrise
ما زِلتُ في كُلِّ إِمساءٍ وَإِشراقِ
Indeed, I shall weep for Abu Hassan, lamenting him,
I will weep for Abu Hassaan lamenting
As long as I live, at every nightfall and sunrise.
I have not ceased in any evening or dawn
Sol 6.1