بنتمْyou departed فخلَّدَso made everlasting عنديwithin me وَشْكُthe swiftness بينكمُyour parting
بنتمْ فخلَّدَ عندي وَشْكُ بينكمُ
شَوْقاًlonging نَفَىbanished جَلَديmy fortitude لاno بلrather سَبَىcaptured خَلَديmy mind
شَوْقاً نَفَى جَلَدي لا بل سَبَى خَلَدي
You departed; your swift parting left within me an undying
You left me longing that still resides,
longing that banished my fortitude—no, rather, captured my mind.
A yearning that stripped my patience bare, nay captured my soul.
هيهاتِimpossible يَسْلُوfinds solace فؤاديmy heart عنكمُaway from you أبداًever
هيهاتِ يَسْلُو فؤادي عنكمُ أبداً
أنَّىhow ووَجْديand my yearning بكمْfor you باقٍenduring علىfor الأبدeternity
أنَّى ووَجْدي بكمْ باقٍ على الأبد
Never could my heart forget you.
Alas, my heart will never be consoled of you,
How could it, when my yearning for you endures forever?
For my passion for you will last forevermore.
أماdid it not كَفَىsuffice حَزَناًgrief أنthat قدalready ظَمِيتُI thirsted وقدthough already
أما كَفَى حَزَناً أن قد ظَمِيتُ وقد
عاينتُI beheld عَذْبَsweet water الحياrain يَجْريflows علىover البَرَدhailstones
عاينتُ عَذْبَ الحيا يَجْري على البَرَد
Was it not grief enough that I thirsted, although
Is not sadness enough that I’m wasted while
I had beheld sweet rainwater flowing over hailstones?
I’ve seen the sweetness of life flow cool?
غَنَّتْshe sang فلوso if أنَّthat ميتاًa dead man كانwas يَسْمَعُهاhearing her
غَنَّتْ فلو أنَّ ميتاً كان يَسْمَعُها
لعادَhe would have returned حيّاًalive كأنْas though لمnot يَرْدَperish يومَon the day رَدِيhe perished
لعادَ حيّاً كأنْ لم يَرْدَ يومَ رَدِي
She sang; had a dead man been able to hear her,
She sang, and had a dead man heard her song,
he would have returned to life, as though he had not perished on the day he died.
He'd come to life again as if never gone.
رفقاًbe gentle بقلبيَwith my heart ياO قلبيْmy heart فإنَّكfor indeed you قدalready
رفقاً بقلبيَ يا قلبيْ فإنَّك قد
أسكنتyou lodged منهof it الأسىsorrow فيin السَّهْلthe level ground والجَلدِand the rugged ground
أسكنت منه الأسى في السَّهْل والجَلدِ
Be gentle with my heart, O my heart, for you have
Gently, o my heart, you have made
lodged sorrow in both its level and rugged ground.
Sorrow dwell in meadow and mountain.
لمnot تَنطِقيyou speak قطُّever إلاexcept ظَلْتُI kept أَفْرَقُI fear مِنْof
لم تَنطِقي قطُّ إلا ظَلْتُ أَفْرَقُ مِنْ
أنْthat أُسْتَطَارَI be swept away فلمso not أُبْدِىءْI begin speaking ولمand not أُعِدI repeat
أنْ أُسْتَطَارَ فلم أُبْدِىءْ ولم أُعِد
Never did you speak but I kept fearing
Never have you spoken but I grew apart,
being swept away; so I neither began to speak nor spoke again.
As though I’d not begun nor would start over.
ولاnor مَدَدْتِyou stretched out يداًa hand لِلْعُودِtoward the lute عامدةًdeliberately
ولا مَدَدْتِ يداً لِلْعُودِ عامدةً
إلاexcept وضعتُI laid عليهupon it أنْlest يذوبَit melt يديmy hand
إلا وضعتُ عليه أنْ يذوبَ يدي
Nor did you deliberately reach a hand toward the lute
Never have you reached out to return
without my laying my hand upon it, lest it melt.
Except I bid my hand melt away.
Sol 6.1