تُرىI wonder ياO جِيرَةَneighbors of الشِّعْبِthe ravine
تُرى يا جِيرَةَ الشِّعْبِ
يُسَرُّis gladdened بِوَصْلِكُمْby reunion with you قَلْبيmy heart
يُسَرُّ بِوَصْلِكُمْ قَلْبي
I wonder, O neighbors of the ravine,
Oh neighbor of the beloved village,
Will my heart rejoice in reunion with you,
Your union brings joy to my heart,
وَتَجْمَعُand brings together بَيْنَنَاbetween us دارٌa dwelling
وَتَجْمَعُ بَيْنَنَا دارٌ
عَلَىwith الإِكْرامِhonor والرُّحْبِand warm welcome
عَلَى الإِكْرامِ والرُّحْبِ
And will a dwelling bring us together
And a house brings us together,
With honor and warm welcome?
With generosity and spaciousness,
أُهَيْلَdear folk of الحَيِّthe encampment وَاعطَشِيoh, my thirst
أُهَيْلَ الحَيِّ وَاعطَشِي
لِذَاكَfor that المَنْهَلِwatering place العَذْبِsweet
لِذَاكَ المَنْهَلِ العَذْبِ
Dear folk of the encampment, oh, my thirst
Yearn, oh longing one, for that fresh spring,
For that sweet watering place!
And thirst for that sweet fountain,
وَيَاand oh شَوْقِيmy longing إِلىfor عَيْشٍa life
وَيَا شَوْقِي إِلى عَيْشٍ
مَضَىpassed فيin ظِلّهِits shade الرَّحبِample
مَضَى في ظِلّهِ الرَّحبِ
And oh, my longing for a life
Oh my yearning for a life
Gone by within its ample shade,
That has passed in its shade and spaciousness,
وَأَيَّامٍand days بلاwithout عَتَبٍreproach
وَأَيَّامٍ بلا عَتَبٍ
تَقَضَّتْwere spent فيin ذَرَاthe shelter of عَتْبِʿAtb
تَقَضَّتْ في ذَرَا عَتْبِ
And days without reproach,
And days without blame
Spent in ʿAtb's shelter!
That have passed gently without roughness,
إذاwhenever ذُكِرَتْare recalled لَياليهits nights
إذا ذُكِرَتْ لَياليه
تَهيَّجَis stirred لاعِجُburning passion القَلْبِthe heart
تَهيَّجَ لاعِجُ القَلْبِ
Whenever its nights are recalled,
When her nights are mentioned
The heart's burning passion is stirred.
The heart is stirred and sleepless,
وَيحْكِيand recounts قَلْبُthe heart of عَاشِقهِits lover
وَيحْكِي قَلْبُ عَاشِقهِ
حَديثَthe tale of نسيمهِits breeze الرَّطْبِmoist
حَديثَ نسيمهِ الرَّطْبِ
And its lover's heart recounts
And the heart of her lover tells
The tale of its moist breeze.
The story of its damp breeze,
فَغَنِّso sing بِذِكْرِهَاin remembrance of them سَعْدٌSaʿd
فَغَنِّ بِذِكْرِهَا سَعْدٌ
وَأثْنِand bend معَاطِفَflanks الرَّكْبِthe riders
وَأثْنِ معَاطِفَ الرَّكْبِ
So sing in their remembrance, Saʿd,
So Sa’d sings in mentioning it
And sway the riders' bodies.
And praise the riding company,
وَمُحْتجبٍand a veiled one بِمُبتَسمٍwith a smile
وَمُحْتجبٍ بِمُبتَسمٍ
يُمزِّقُrends ظُلْمَةَthe darkness of الحُجبِthe veils
يُمزِّقُ ظُلْمَةَ الحُجبِ
And a veiled one with a smile
And the veiled one with a smiling face
That rends the darkness of the veils—
Tears through the darkness of barriers,
مِنَamong الأَقْمارِthe moons مَنْزِلتاtwo abodes
مِنَ الأَقْمارِ مَنْزِلتا
هُhis فيin طَرفْيmy eye وفيand in قلبيmy heart
هُ في طَرفْي وفي قلبي
One of the moons, whose two abodes
My two dwellings are like moons
Are in my eye and in my heart;
In my eyes and in my heart,
وَظَبْيِand a gazelle نَفارَskittish بِالأَسْراin secrets (word continues)
وَظَبْيِ نَفارَ بِالأَسْرا
رِcompletion of 'secrets' يَأْنَسُfinds comfort لَيْسَis not بِالتّربin the dust
رِ يَأْنَسُ لَيْسَ بِالتّرب
And a skittish gazelle, who in secrets
And a gazelle fleeing with the caravan
Finds comfort, not in the dust.
Pleased not by the soil.
Sol 6.1