حبيبيmy beloved منwho هوhe غيركother than you قدhas عشقloved passionately فكرهan idea
حبيبي من هو غيرك قد عشق فكره
طيفa phantom وخيالand a vision ونحولٍand gauntness يكسرbreaks الخاطرthe heart
طيف وخيال ونحولٍ يكسر الخاطر
My beloved, who but you has ever loved an idea?
My beloved, who else but you has fallen in love with a mere idea,
A phantom, a vision, and gauntness that breaks the heart.
A ghost and a fantasy that breaks the heart
ماdid not حذركwarn you عاذلكyour reproacher منof غيهhis waywardness وسحرهand his enchantment
ما حذرك عاذلك من غيه وسحره
ماdid not قالsay قلبهhis heart خرابruined وموسمهand his season بايرbarren
ما قال قلبه خراب وموسمه باير
Didn't your reproacher warn you of his waywardness and his enchantment?
No one warned you of its deception and witchcraft
Didn't he say his heart was ruined and his season barren?
No one told your heart of ruin and barren seasons
لاno برdry land فيin دفترهhis notebook لاno شهدhoney فيin حبرهhis ink
لا بر في دفتره لا شهد في حبره
لاno ضيlight فيin غربتهhis exile متبعثرscattered وحايرand bewildered
لا ضي في غربته متبعثر وحاير
No dry land in his notebook, no honey in his ink.
No righteousness in his book, no honey in his ink
No light in his exile; he is scattered and bewildered.
No light in his exile, lost and wandering
كنيas though I سمعتكI heard you وكلand the whole العينeye منتثرهscattered
كني سمعتك وكل العين منتثره
دمعٍtears صرختيyou cried out ماemphatic particle بينbetween السيفthe sword والحافرand the hoof
دمعٍ صرختي ما بين السيف والحافر
As though I heard you, your whole eye scattered
If only you had listened, while all eyes were scattered
into tears; you cried out between the sword and the hoof:
Tears screaming between sword and horseshoe
لاdo not تذبحونهslaughter him ألمpain وأنand even if طالgrew long بهfor him عمرهhis life
لا تذبحونه ألم وأن طال به عمره
فاقsurpassed بخيالهwith his imagination جمالthe beauty الماضيthe past والحاضرand the present
فاق بخياله جمال الماضي والحاضر
Do not slaughter him with pain, even if his life is long.
Do not slaughter him, though he lives long in pain
With his imagination, he surpassed the beauty of past and present.
His fantasy surpassed the beauty of past and present
اللىthe one whom طعنتوهyou stabbed him خلواleave شبرa handspan فيin صدرهhis chest
اللى طعنتوه خلوا شبر في صدره
يلقىhe finds بهin it العشقlove وقتwhen يقيمhe stays ويسافرand he travels
يلقى به العشق وقت يقيم ويسافر
The one you stabbed—leave a handspan in his chest,
Those who stabbed him, leave a handspan in his chest
where he can find love when he stays and when he travels.
For love to settle in or depart
الكوكبthe planet الليthat تقولsay الناسthe people ياصغرهhow small it is!
الكوكب اللي تقول الناس ياصغره
منbecause of كثرhow much ماthat هوit بعيدfar away وشوفهمand their sight قاصرlimited
من كثر ما هو بعيد وشوفهم قاصر
The planet of which people say, "How small it is!"
The planet you call small because it is so far
because it is so far away, and their sight falls short.
And your vision falls short
لاdo not تحسدونهenvy him خذاhe took منfrom خبزكمyour bread كسرهa morsel
لا تحسدونه خذا من خبزكم كسره
للجوعfor hunger وأعطيand gave شبابthe youth القلبthe heart والناظرand the eye
للجوع وأعطي شباب القلب والناظر
Do not envy him; he took a morsel of your bread
Do not envy him, take a morsel of your bread
to ease his hunger, and gave the youth of his heart and eye.
For his hunger, and give the heart and the viewer their youth
الليthe one whose قليلهhis little قليلa little ٍ فاضoverflowed منfrom كثرهhis abundance
اللي قليله قليل ٍ فاض من كثره
والليand the one whose كثيرهhis plenty قليلlittle الجوهرthe jewel النادرrare
واللي كثيره قليل الجوهر النادر
Whose little is a little that overflowed from his abundance,
That which is little overflows in abundance
and whose plenty is little—the rare jewel.
And that which is plenty lacks rare essence
الليthe one whose قليلهhis little قليلa little ٍ فاضoverflowed منfrom كثرهhis abundance
اللي قليله قليل ٍ فاض من كثره
واصابعهand his fingers وانand even if حسبتواyou counted مالهاthey have no اخرend
واصابعه وان حسبتوا مالها اخر
Whose little is a little that overflowed from his abundance,
That which is little overflows in abundance
And his fingers, even if you count them, have no end.
And his fingers, though you count them endless
اصابعهhis fingers وانand even if حسبتواyou counted كلهاall of them عشرهten
اصابعه وان حسبتوا كلها عشره
وفيand in كلevery صخرٍrock بياضthe whiteness عظامهاtheir bones نافرprotruding
وفي كل صخرٍ بياض عظامها نافر
His fingers, even if you count them, are ten in all.
His fingers, though you count only ten
And in every rock, the whiteness of their bones juts out.
In every rock whiteness of protruding bone
فيin كلevery ارضٍland حفروديناهاcarved its valleys ظفرهhis fingernail
في كل ارضٍ حفروديناها ظفره
وكلand every time ماthat بكىhe wept كلevery دمعةٍtear تولدgives birth بشاعرto a poet
وكل ما بكى كل دمعةٍ تولد بشاعر
In every land, his fingernail carved its valleys.
In every land we dug his graves a nail
And whenever he wept, every tear gave birth to a poet.
And all who wept, each tear births a poet
كلevery time ماthat انجرحhe was wounded شعshone نزفهhis bleeding واشتعلand caught fire فكرهhis thought
كل ما انجرح شع نزفه واشتعل فكره
وكلand every time ماthat بكىhe wept كلevery دمعهtear تولدgives birth بشاعرto a poet
وكل ما بكى كل دمعه تولد بشاعر
Whenever he was wounded, his bleeding shone and his thought caught fire.
Each wound bleeds and sets his mind aflame
And whenever he wept, every tear gave birth to a poet.
And all who wept, each tear births a poet
Sol 6.1