أَخنَتlaid waste عَلَيهاupon her اللَياليthe nights إِذاwhen لَهاthey have غيلُtreachery
أَخنَت عَلَيها اللَيالي إِذا لَها غيلُ
إِنَّindeed اللَيالِيَthe nights فيin الدُنياthis world هِيَthey themselves العِلَلُthe afflictions
إِنَّ اللَيالِيَ في الدُنيا هِيَ العِلَلُ
The nights laid her waste when they harbored treachery.
Indeed, the nights are the afflictions of this world.
فَلاso let not يُغَرِّبَهاbe deceived by them (uncertain reading) الإِنسانُthe human being إِنَّindeed لَهاthey have
فَلا يُغَرِّبَها الإِنسانُ إِنَّ لَها
ماthat which يَجعَلُmakes الحُسنَbeauty لاnot تَرنواgaze لَهُat it المُقَلُthe eyes
ما يَجعَلُ الحُسنَ لا تَرنوا لَهُ المُقَلُ
So let no one be deceived by them; indeed, they hold
what makes beauty something no eyes gaze upon.
كَمhow many غَيَّرَتthey changed أُمَماًpeoples كَمhow many بَدَّلَتthey replaced دُوَلاًstates
كَم غَيَّرَت أُمَماً كَم بَدَّلَت دُوَلاً
كَمhow many أَصبَحَتhave become دِمَناًruined sites مِنthrough فِعلِهاtheir doing حِلَلُsettlements
كَم أَصبَحَت دِمَناً مِن فِعلِها حِلَلُ
How many peoples they have changed, how many states replaced!
How many settlements have become ruins through their deeds!
تَبكيكِweep for you أَندَلُسٌAndalusia حُزناًin sorrow مَلائِكَةٌangels
تَبكيكِ أَندَلُسٌ حُزناً مَلائِكَةٌ
وَالقَوسُand the Bow (Sagittarius) يَبكيكِweeps for you وَالميزانُand the Scales (Libra) وَالحَمَلُand the Ram (Aries)
وَالقَوسُ يَبكيكِ وَالميزانُ وَالحَمَلُ
Angels weep for you in sorrow, Andalusia;
and the Bow weeps for you, and the Scales and the Ram.
ياO أَهلَpeople of أَندَلُسٍAndalusia هَلis it? حِلمُa dream فيin سِنَةٍa doze
يا أَهلَ أَندَلُسٍ هَل حِلمُ في سِنَةٍ
ماwhat قَدhas عَراbefallen أَوor خَيالٌa phantom شامَهُhe glimpsed it ثَمِلُa drunkard
ما قَد عَرا أَو خَيالٌ شامَهُ ثَمِلُ
O people of Andalusia, is it a dream in a doze—
what has befallen you—or a phantom glimpsed by a drunkard?
ياO أَهلَpeople of أَندَلُسٍAndalusia يَبكيكُمُweeps for you رَأدٌa young maiden
يا أَهلَ أَندَلُسٍ يَبكيكُمُ رَأدٌ
ياO أَهلَpeople of أَندَلُسٍAndalusia يَبكيكُمُweeps for you طِفلُa child
يا أَهلَ أَندَلُسٍ يَبكيكُمُ طِفلُ
O people of Andalusia, a young maiden weeps for you.
O people of Andalusia, a child weeps for you.
تَرثيكُمُlaments you عُذرَةٌʿUdhra ياO أَهلَpeople of أَندَلُسٍAndalusia
تَرثيكُمُ عُذرَةٌ يا أَهلَ أَندَلُسٍ
ياO أَهلَpeople of أَندَلُسٍAndalusia تَرثيكُمُlaments you ثُعلُThuʿal
يا أَهلَ أَندَلُسٍ تَرثيكُمُ ثُعلُ
ʿUdhra laments you, O people of Andalusia.
O people of Andalusia, Thuʿal laments you.
ياO ظِعنُcaravan عَرِّجturn aside عَلىto الزَهراءِal-Zahra إِنَّindeed بِهاwithin her
يا ظِعنُ عَرِّج عَلى الزَهراءِ إِنَّ بِها
ماthat which لَوif رَأَيتَهُyou saw it لَاِبيَضَّتwould turn white لَكَfor you النُجُلُthe wide eyes
ما لَو رَأَيتَهُ لَاِبيَضَّت لَكَ النُجُلُ
O caravan, turn aside to al-Zahra, for within her lies
what, if you saw it, would turn your wide eyes white.
شُدَّsaddle المَطِيَّthe riding camels كَفىit is enough ماwhat شِمتُI beheld شُدَّsaddle كَفىit is enough
شُدَّ المَطِيَّ كَفى ما شِمتُ شُدَّ كَفى
فَالآنَso now آنَthe time has come مِنَfrom الدُنياthis world لِيَfor me القَفَلُthe return journey
فَالآنَ آنَ مِنَ الدُنيا لِيَ القَفَلُ
Saddle the mounts! What I have seen is enough—saddle them! Enough!
So now the time has come for me to return from this world.
Sol 6.1