حَقيقةthe reality ماwhat تَراهُyou see it لَمْعُshimmer آلٍa mirage
حَقيقة ما تَراهُ لَمْعُ آلٍ
فَماso what هَذاthis التَنافسrivalry فيover المَحالِthe impossible
فَما هَذا التَنافس في المَحالِ
The reality of what you see is a mirage’s shimmer.
The light you see is but a flashing veil
So what is this rivalry over the impossible?
Why then this striving for the unreal?
يَلوحit gleams كَماjust as يَلوحgleams الدَهرtime حيناًfor a while
يَلوح كَما يَلوح الدَهر حيناً
وَيُدرِكناand overtakes us المَصيرfate إِلىtoward الزَوالِpassing away
وَيُدرِكنا المَصير إِلى الزَوالِ
It gleams, as time gleams, for a while.
It shines as though the days shine for a while
And the fate of passing away overtakes us.
Then mortality makes all things fail
تَحطمناshatter us المَناياdeaths حَيثwherever جاءَتthey came
تَحطمنا المَنايا حَيث جاءَت
وَنَحنُand we فيin اِحتِيالهمtheir scheming اِحتِياليmy scheming
وَنَحنُ في اِحتِيالهم اِحتِيالي
Deaths shatter us wherever they come.
Death broke us though we schemed and toiled
And we are amid their scheming—my scheming.
And strove with all our skills and guile
يَلذdelights لِمَسمَعيto my ear فيهمabout them كَلامspeech
يَلذ لِمَسمَعي فيهم كَلام
يَشيبmingles المَوتdeath بِالماءِwith the water الزُلالِlimpid
يَشيب المَوت بِالماءِ الزُلالِ
Speech about them delights my ear,
Their words delight my hearing, though
Mingling death with limpid water.
Grey death with purpling rivers soils
نَفَضتI shook يَدthe hand الأَمانيof hopes مِنfrom عُهودpledges
نَفَضت يَد الأَماني مِن عُهود
أَكلفهاI am enamored of them حَقيقةthe truth ذيof one possessing ملالِweariness
أَكلفها حَقيقة ذي ملالِ
I have shaken the hand of hopes free of pledges.
Gone are the hands of hope from pledge and vow
I am enamored of them—the truth of one weary.
I tax them truly with betrayal
وَماand not تَركleft الصُدودestrangement لَدَيَّwith me شَيئاًanything
وَما تَرك الصُدود لَدَيَّ شَيئاً
يَسُرbrings joy مِنfrom الأَحبةloved ones بِالوِصالِthrough reunion
يَسُر مِن الأَحبة بِالوِصالِ
And estrangement has left me nothing
The walls left nothing I hold dear
To gladden me through reunion with loved ones.
No loved one comes with sweet arrival
Sol 6.1