ياO رُبَّmany a نائيةٍdistant (fire) كأنَّas though ضِرامَهاits blaze
يا رُبَّ نائيةٍ كأنَّ ضِرامَها
دانٍnear إذاwhen شِمناهwe watched it بالأبصارِwith the eyes
دانٍ إذا شِمناه بالأبصارِ
Oh, many a distant fire whose blaze seems
O Lord of a faraway land as if its ruins
Near when we watch it with our eyes.
Were close at hand when viewed by the eyes
خَفَقَتْfluttered كماjust as خفَقَتْfluttered ذوائبُstreamers رايَةٍa banner
خَفَقَتْ كما خفَقَتْ ذوائبُ رايَةٍ
حَمراءَred فيupon لَدُنِsupple الذُّرىthe tips خَطَّارِswaying
حَمراءَ في لَدُنِ الذُّرى خَطَّارِ
It fluttered as the streamers of a banner fluttered—
It flutters like the fluttering tresses of a banner
A red one, upon a supple-tipped, swaying shaft.
Red in the abode of ages, perilous
تَفريrends منfrom الليلِthe night البهيمِpitch-black سُرادِقاًa pavilion
تَفري من الليلِ البهيمِ سُرادِقاً
دونَbefore النواظرِthe eyes مُغْدَفَdrawn down الأستارِthe curtains
دونَ النواظرِ مُغْدَفَ الأستارِ
It rends a pavilion of pitch-black night,
It runs from the brutal night spreading a canopy
Before our eyes, its curtains drawn down.
Below the gazes, heavily veiled
عبَثَتْplayed بهاwith it ريحwind ُالصَّباthe east wind فكأنهاso it seemed
عبَثَتْ بها ريح ُالصَّبا فكأنها
كفٌّa hand تُشيرgestures بَيارَقٍwith an armlet وسِوارِand a bracelet
كفٌّ تُشير بَيارَقٍ وسِوارِ
The east wind played with it, so it seemed
The morning breeze has toyed with it as if it were
A hand gesturing with an armlet and a bracelet.
A palm signaling banners and bracelets
ياO حبَّذاhow lovely هيَit فيin سُرادِقِthe pavilion ليلِناour night
يا حبَّذا هيَ في سُرادِقِ ليلِنا
والصُّبحُand dawn يفضَحُlays bare كامنَhidden النُّوَّارِthe blossoms
والصُّبحُ يفضَحُ كامنَ النُّوَّارِ
Oh, how lovely it is in the pavilion of our night,
Oh, best is it in the canopy of our night
While dawn lays bare the hidden blossoms.
While the dawn exposes the hidden lights
Sol 6.1