أَينwhere الأَساةthe healers فَقَلبيfor my heart اليَومtoday مَجروحwounded
أَين الأَساة فَقَلبي اليَوم مَجروح
مُتَيمlove-stricken لَعبتplayed فيهِwithin it التباريحُanguish
مُتَيم لَعبت فيهِ التباريحُ
Where are the healers? My heart today is wounded,
Where is joy when my heart today is wounded?
Love-stricken, a plaything of anguish.
A lonely wanderer played by the winds.
روحa soul تَسيلflows عَلىupon خَديmy cheek فَيحسبهاso he takes it for
روح تَسيل عَلى خَدي فَيحسبها
دَمعاًtears عَليلsick فُؤادheart ماnot لَهُhe has روحa soul
دَمعاً عَليل فُؤاد ما لَهُ روح
A soul streams down my cheek, and is mistaken
A soul pouring on my cheek, mistaken for
For tears by one sick at heart, who has no soul.
The tears of a languid heart that has no soul.
وَالحُبand love سَطرa line يَلوحgleams الصَدرthe breast مُكتَتبinscribed
وَالحُب سَطر يَلوح الصَدر مُكتَتب
مُتَرجمtranslated بِلِسانin the tongue of الشَوقlonging مَشروحexplained
مُتَرجم بِلِسان الشَوق مَشروح
And love is a line that gleams, inscribed upon the breast,
And love inscribed lines that gleam on my chest
Translated into the tongue of longing, made plain.
Translated by the tongue of yearning laid bare.
وَضَعتI laid خَديmy cheek عَلىupon كَفthe palm of الخُضوعsubmission وَبيand within me
وَضَعت خَدي عَلى كَف الخُضوع وَبي
ذُلhumiliation عَلىupon عَتباتthe thresholds of العزglory مَطروحcast down
ذُل عَلى عَتبات العز مَطروح
I laid my cheek upon submission's palm, and within me is
I placed my cheek on the palm of submission, and in me
Humiliation, cast down upon the thresholds of glory.
Is the humiliation upon the thresholds of glory cast down.
فَلاحَthen flashed بارقlightning واديthe valley of الشَعبal-Shaʿb وَاِنتَبَهتand awoke
فَلاحَ بارق وادي الشَعب وَاِنتَبَهت
نوّامsleepers وَجديmy longing وَفاحَand gave off fragrance النِدaromatic incense وَالشيحand wormwood
نوّام وَجدي وَفاحَ النِد وَالشيح
Then the lightning of Wadi al-Shaʿb flashed, and awoke
So the valley of my people flashed like lightning, and
The sleepers of my longing, and incense and wormwood gave off their scent.
My slumbering determination awoke, and the challenge and the struggle smelled sweet.
وَقامَand arose هاتفa caller ذاكَthat الحَيencampment يُنشدنيreciting to me
وَقامَ هاتف ذاكَ الحَي يُنشدني
بَيتاًa couplet يَسليconsoles فُؤاديmy heart فيهِin it تَلويحan allusion
بَيتاً يَسلي فُؤادي فيهِ تَلويح
And a caller from that encampment arose, reciting to me
And a caller from that neighborhood recited to me
A couplet to console my heart, bearing an allusion:
A verse that comforts my heart with its hints.
إِنindeed المُلوكkings إِذاwhen أَبوابهاtheir doors غُلِقَتwere shut
إِن المُلوك إِذا أَبوابها غُلِقَت
لاdo not تَيأَسَنَّever despair فَبابfor the door of اللَهِGod مَفتوحopen
لا تَيأَسَنَّ فَباب اللَهِ مَفتوح
Indeed, when the doors of kings are shut,
“If the doors of kings are closed,
Never despair, for God's door is open.
Do not despair, for God's door is open.”
Sol 6.1