طالhas grown long انتظارُكَwaiting for you فيin الظلامthe darkness ولمand have not تَزَلْceased
طال انتظارُكَ في الظلام ولم تَزَلْ
عينايَmy two eyes ترقبwatch for كلَّevery طيفapparition عابرٍpassing
عينايَ ترقب كلَّ طيف عابرٍ
My wait for you in the darkness has grown long, and still
Long has been your wait in the dark, while
My eyes watch for every passing apparition.
My eyes still watch every passing shadow
ويطيرand flies سمعيmy hearing صوبَtoward كلِّevery مُرِنَّةٍringing sound
ويطير سمعي صوبَ كلِّ مُرِنَّةٍ
فيin الأفقthe horizon تخفقُflutters عنfrom جَناحيْthe two wings of طائِرِa bird
في الأفق تخفقُ عن جَناحيْ طائِرِ
And my hearing flies toward every ringing sound
And my hearing flies towards every murmur
Fluttering on the horizon from a bird's two wings.
In the horizon, fluttering with the wings of a bird
وترفُّand flutters روحيmy soul فوقabove أنفاسِthe breaths of الرُّبَاthe hills
وترفُّ روحي فوق أنفاسِ الرُّبَا
فلعلَّهاfor perhaps they are نَفَسُthe breath of الحبيبِthe beloved الزائرِvisiting
فلعلَّها نَفَسُ الحبيبِ الزائرِ
And my soul flutters above the breaths of the hills,
And my soul hovers above the breaths of the breeze
For perhaps they are the breath of the visiting beloved.
Perhaps it is the breath of my beloved visitor
ويَخِفُّand grows light قلبيmy heart إثرَin the wake of كلevery شُعاعةٍray
ويَخِفُّ قلبي إثرَ كل شُعاعةٍ
فيin الليلِthe night تومضflashes عنfrom شهابٍa meteor غائرِplunging
في الليلِ تومض عن شهابٍ غائرِ
And my heart grows light in the wake of every ray
And my heart trembles at every glimmer
Flashing in the night from a plunging meteor.
In the night, flashing from a fading star
فلعلَّfor perhaps منfrom لمحاتthe glints of ثغرِكَyour mouth بارقٌa flash
فلعلَّ من لمحات ثغرِكَ بارقٌ
ولعلَّهand perhaps it is وضحُthe brightness of الجبينِthe brow الناضرِradiant
ولعلَّه وضحُ الجبينِ الناضرِ
For perhaps it is a flash from the glints of your lips,
Perhaps from the glances of your smile a lightning bolt
And perhaps it is the brightness of your radiant brow.
Perhaps it is the brightening of the splendid forehead
ليلٌa night منof الأوهامillusions طالَgrew long سهادُهits sleeplessness
ليلٌ من الأوهام طالَ سهادُه
بينbetween الجوىburning longing المضنيexhausting وهجسِand the whispering of الخاطرِthe mind
بين الجوى المضني وهجسِ الخاطرِ
A night of illusions, its sleeplessness prolonged,
A night of fantasies, prolonged is its slumber
Between consuming longing and the mind's whispers.
Between the pressing nostalgia and the whims of thought
حتىuntil إذاwhen هتفتْcried out بمقدمكَat your arrival المُنىhopes
حتى إذا هتفتْ بمقدمكَ المُنى
وأصختُand I listened intently أسترعيI seek to draw انتباهَةَthe attention of حائِرِa bewildered one
وأصختُ أسترعي انتباهَةَ حائِرِ
Until, when hopes hailed your arrival,
Until when wishes called for your arrival
And I listened intently, seeking to rouse a bewildered one's attention,
And I shouted to get the attention of the perplexed
وسَرَىand drifted النسيمُthe breeze منfrom الخمائِلِthe leafy groves والرُّبىand the hills
وسَرَى النسيمُ من الخمائِلِ والرُّبى
نشوانَintoxicated يعبِقُexuding fragrance منfrom شذاكَyour scent العاطِرِfragrant
نشوانَ يعبِقُ من شذاكَ العاطِرِ
And the breeze drifted from the groves and hills,
And the breeze blew from the meadows and hills
Intoxicated, redolent of your fragrant scent,
Exhilarated, fragrant with your sweet scent
وترنَّمand sang الواديthe valley بسلسلِwith the smooth flow of مائهits water
وترنَّم الوادي بسلسلِ مائه
وتَلَتْand recited حمائِمُهُits doves نشيدَthe song of الصافرِthe whistler
وتَلَتْ حمائِمُهُ نشيدَ الصافرِ
And the valley sang with the smooth flow of its water,
And the valley sang with chains of its water
And its doves recited the whistler's song,
And its doves trilled the song of the whistler
وأطلَّتِand peered out الأزهارُthe flowers منfrom وَرَقاتِهاtheir leaves
وأطلَّتِ الأزهارُ من وَرَقاتِها
حيرىbewildered تَعَجَّبُmarveling للربيعِat the spring الباكِرِearly
حيرى تَعَجَّبُ للربيعِ الباكِرِ
And the flowers peered out from their leaves,
And the flowers peered from their leaves
Bewildered, marveling at the early spring,
My bewilderment wondering at the early spring
وجرىand ran شعاعُthe beam of البدرthe full moon حولَكَaround you راقصًاdancing
وجرى شعاعُ البدر حولَكَ راقصًا
طربًاin rapture علىat المرحthe merriment النضيرِfresh الزاهرِradiant
طربًا على المرح النضيرِ الزاهرِ
And the full moon's beam ran dancing around you,
And the beam of the moon danced around you
In rapture at the fresh, radiant merriment,
Delighted by the splendid, flourishing cheer
وتجلَّتِand revealed itself الدنياthe world كأبهجas the most delightful ماwhat رأتْsaw
وتجلَّتِ الدنيا كأبهج ما رأتْ
عينٌan eye وصوَّرَهاand pictured it خيالُthe imagination of الشاعِرِthe poet
عينٌ وصوَّرَها خيالُ الشاعِرِ
And the world appeared as the most delightful sight ever seen
And the world appeared as beautiful as an eye has seen
By an eye and pictured by a poet's imagination,
And a poet's imagination portrayed
ومضتand continued تكذبنيdeceiving me الظنونُconjectures فأَنْثَنِيso I turn back
ومضت تكذبني الظنونُ فأَنْثَنِي
مُتَسَمِّعًاlistening intently دقاتِthe beats of قلبيmy heart الثائِرِturbulent
مُتَسَمِّعًا دقاتِ قلبي الثائِرِ
And conjectures kept deceiving me, so I turned back,
The suspicions kept deceiving me, so I leaned
Listening intently to the beats of my turbulent heart.
Listening to the beats of my raging heart
أَقْبَلْتَyou came بالبسماتِwith smiles تملأyou fill خاطريmy mind
أَقْبَلْتَ بالبسماتِ تملأ خاطري
سحرًاwith enchantment وأملأُand I fill منwith جمالِكyour beauty ناظريmy gaze
سحرًا وأملأُ من جمالِك ناظري
You came with smiles, filling my mind
You came with smiles filling my mind
With enchantment, while I filled my eyes with your beauty.
With magic and filling my sight with your beauty
وأظلَّنَاand overshadowed us الصمتُthe silence الرهيبُawe-inspiring ونحنwhile we فيin
وأظلَّنَا الصمتُ الرهيبُ ونحن في
شَكٍّdoubt منabout الدنياthe world وحلمٍand a dream ساحرِenchanting
شَكٍّ من الدنيا وحلمٍ ساحرِ
And an awe-inspiring silence overshadowed us, while we were in
And frightening silence shadowed us while we were in
Doubt about the world and an enchanting dream.
Doubt about the world and a magical dream
حتىuntil إذاwhen حانَwas due الرحيلُdeparture هتفتَyou called out بيto me
حتى إذا حانَ الرحيلُ هتفتَ بي
فوقفتُso I stood واستبقتْand raced ahead of خطاكyour footsteps نواظريmy eyes
فوقفتُ واستبقتْ خطاك نواظري
Until, when the time for departure came, you called to me,
Until when it was time to leave you called me
So I stood, and my eyes raced ahead of your footsteps.
So I stood up and my eyes followed your steps
وصرختُand I cried out بالليلِto the night المودِّعbidding farewell باكيًاweeping
وصرختُ بالليلِ المودِّع باكيًا
ويداكَand your two hands تمسكhold بيonto me وأنتَwhile you مغادريleaving me
ويداكَ تمسك بي وأنتَ مغادري
And I cried out, weeping, to the night that bade farewell,
And I cried to the departing night
And your hands held onto me as you were leaving me.
While your hands held me as you were leaving
ياah ليتناif only we لمhad not نَصْحُwe awakened منكَfrom you وليتهاand if only it
يا ليتنا لم نَصْحُ منكَ وليتها
ماnot أعجلتكَhurried you رحَىthe millstone of الزمانِtime الدائرِrevolving
ما أعجلتكَ رحَى الزمانِ الدائرِ
Ah, if only we had not awakened from you, and if only
Oh, if only we never bid farewell
The millstone of revolving time had not hurried you away.
If only the cycle of time didn't rush you
ولقدand indeed أتتcame بعدُafterward اللياليthe nights وانقضتand passed
ولقد أتت بعدُ الليالي وانقضت
وكأنناand as though we فيin الدهرall time لمhad not نتزاوَرِwe visited one another
وكأننا في الدهر لم نتزاوَرِ
And indeed the nights have since come and gone,
And after that the nights came and went
And as though we had never visited one another in all of time.
As if we never visited each other in life
بُدِّلْتُI was given in exchange منin place of عطفٍaffection لديكwith you ورِقَّةٍand tenderness
بُدِّلْتُ من عطفٍ لديك ورِقَّةٍ
بحنينwith the longing of مهجورٍone forsaken وقسوةِand the cruelty of هاجرِone who forsakes
بحنين مهجورٍ وقسوةِ هاجرِ
In place of your affection and tenderness, I was given
I was changed from a petal of your affection
The longing of one forsaken and the cruelty of one who forsakes.
To abandoned longing and the cruelty of departure
وكأننيand as though I ماnot كنتُI was إلفَكَyour close companion فيin الصِّبَاyouth
وكأنني ما كنتُ إلفَكَ في الصِّبَا
يومًاeven for a day ولاnor كنتَyou were الحياةَlife مشاطرِيone sharing with me
يومًا ولا كنتَ الحياةَ مشاطرِي
And as though I had never been your close companion in youth,
As if I was never your companion in youth
Even for a day, nor had you shared life with me.
And never your life partner
ونسيتَand you forgot أنتَyou yourself، وماand not نسيتُI forgot، وإِنَّنِيand indeed I
ونسيتَ أنتَ، وما نسيتُ، وإِنَّنِي
لأعيشُI truly live بالذكرىon memory … لعلَّكَperhaps you are ذاكرِيremembering me!!
لأعيشُ بالذكرى ... لعلَّكَ ذاكرِي!!
And you—you forgot; I did not, and indeed I
You forgot, while I didn't forget
Live on memory—perhaps you remember me!
And I still live with the memory...maybe you still remember me!
Sol 6.1