جدَّدتِyou renewed ذاهبَvanished أحلاميmy dreams وليلاتيand my nights
جدَّدتِ ذاهبَ أحلامي وليلاتي
فهلso, is there لديكِwith you حديثٌa tale عنof صباباتيmy ardent longings
فهل لديكِ حديثٌ عن صباباتي
You revived my vanished dreams and nights,
You renewed my fleeting dreams and nights
Have you, then, a tale of my ardent longings?
Do you have any news about my youth?
ياO كعبةًa Kaaba لخيلاتيfor my imaginings، وصومعةًand a hermitage
يا كعبةً لخيلاتي، وصومعةً
رتَّلتُI chanted فيin ظلِّهاits shade للحسنِto beauty آياتيmy verses
رتَّلتُ في ظلِّها للحسنِ آياتي
O Kaaba of my imaginings, and hermitage,
O Kaaba for my dreams, and monastery
In whose shade I chanted my verses to beauty.
Where I recited the verses of beauty
للحُبِّfor love أولُthe first أشعارٍpoems هتفتُI sang out بهاwith them
للحُبِّ أولُ أشعارٍ هتفتُ بها
وللجمالِand for beauty بهاthrough them أولىthe earliest رسالاتيmy messages
وللجمالِ بها أولى رسالاتي
To love belonged the first poems I sang,
For love, the first poems I chanted
And to beauty, through them, my earliest messages.
And for beauty, my first messages
عليكَover you واديَO valley of أحلاميmy dreams وقفتُI stood أرىI see
عليكَ واديَ أحلامي وقفتُ أرى
طيفَthe specter of الحوادثِevents تمضيpassing بعدafter مأساةِa tragedy
طيفَ الحوادثِ تمضي بعد مأساةِ
Over you, O valley of my dreams, I stood watching
Upon you, the valley of my dreams I stood seeing
The specter of events passing after a tragedy.
The specter of events passing after tragedy
آويI take shelter إلىto جنباتِthe sides of الصخرِthe rock منفردًاalone
آوي إلى جنباتِ الصخرِ منفردًا
أبكيI weep لأمسيةٍfor an evening مرَّتthat passed وليلاتِand nights
أبكي لأمسيةٍ مرَّت وليلاتِ
I take shelter beside the rocks, alone,
I take refuge on the hillside alone
Weeping for an evening gone and for nights.
Crying for an evening that has passed and nights
قدindeed غَيَّرتناhave changed us اللياليthe nights بعدهاafter it سِيرًاways of life
قد غَيَّرتنا الليالي بعدها سِيرًا
وخلفتناand have left us العواديcalamities بعضَsome أشتاتِscattered remnants
وخلفتنا العوادي بعضَ أشتاتِ
The nights since then have changed the course of our lives,
The nights after changed our paths
And calamities have left us a few scattered remnants.
And left us some remnants
تلفَّتَlooked about القلبُthe heart فيin ليلاءَa dark night باردةٍcold
تلفَّتَ القلبُ في ليلاءَ باردةٍ
يبكيweeps for ليالِيَكِyour nights الغُرَّradiant المضيئاتِshining
يبكي ليالِيَكِ الغُرَّ المضيئاتِ
The heart looked about in a cold, dark night,
The heart glanced around in cold nights
Weeping for your radiant, shining nights,
Crying for your radiant nights
وذكرياتٍand memories منfrom الماضيthe past يطالعُهاit contemplates them
وذكرياتٍ من الماضي يطالعُها
بينamong الحقولِthe fields وشطآنand the shores of البحيراتthe lakes
بين الحقولِ وشطآن البحيرات
And memories of the past that it revisits
And memories of the past that it sees
Among the fields and the shores of lakes.
Among the fields and creeks of lakes
ياoh طولَlong duration ماthat نغمتْsang للصخرto the rocks أنَّاتيmy moans
يا طولَ ما نغمتْ للصخر أنَّاتي
وشدَّand how strongly ماan emphatic particle رجَّعتechoed للموجِto the waves آهاتيmy sighs
وشدَّ ما رجَّعت للموجِ آهاتي
How long my moans sang to the rocks,
Oh how long my laments sounded to the rock
And how strongly my sighs echoed to the waves!
And how often my sighs returned to the wave
ياO قلبُheart واديthe valley of الصِّباyouth حالتْhave changed مسارحهُits haunts
يا قلبُ وادي الصِّبا حالتْ مسارحهُ
وأقفرتand have become deserted منof صباياهits maidens الجميلاتِbeautiful
وأقفرت من صباياه الجميلاتِ
O heart, the haunts of youth's valley have changed,
Oh heart, the prime of the valley has changed its arenas
And lie deserted of its beautiful maidens.
And emptied of its beautiful maidens
فلاso neither الجداولُthe streams تحدوهاsing to them مسلسلةًin flowing chains
فلا الجداولُ تحدوها مسلسلةً
ولاnor الخمائلُthe groves تهفوflutter بالنضيراتِwith the radiant maidens
ولا الخمائلُ تهفو بالنضيراتِ
No longer do the streams sing to them, flowing in chains,
Neither do the streams sing to it in succession
Nor do the groves flutter with radiant maidens.
Nor the gazelles neigh with tender croaking
صَوَّحنَthey withered منfrom مشرقِthe east of الواديthe valley لمغربهto its west
صَوَّحنَ من مشرقِ الوادي لمغربه
فماso no بهنَّamong them مُطيفٌa passing specter منof خيالاتِvisions
فما بهنَّ مُطيفٌ من خيالاتِ
They have withered from the valley's east to its west,
They resounded from the valley’s east to west
So no phantom of fancy wanders among them.
With no gallant visions among them
ماnot فيin حياتكَyour life منany سلوىsolace تلوذُyou seek refuge بهاin it
ما في حياتكَ من سلوى تلوذُ بها
لكنهُbut it is الحبُّlove ذاكthat القاهرُthe overpowering one العاتيthe ruthless one
لكنهُ الحبُّ ذاك القاهرُ العاتي
There is no solace in your life to take refuge in;
In your life there is no solace to take refuge in
But it is love—that overpowering, ruthless one.
Except for love, that insistent conqueror
قدindeed فاجأتْكَhave surprised you غواشيهits onslaughts التيwhich سكنتhad subsided
قد فاجأتْكَ غواشيه التي سكنت
إنindeed اللياليَthe nights ملأىfull بالمفاجاتِof surprises
إن اللياليَ ملأى بالمفاجاتِ
Its once-quiet assaults have taken you by surprise;
Its unpredictable storms that dwelt
Indeed, the nights are full of surprises.
For the nights are filled with surprises
ياoh للبحيرةِfor the lake: منwho يرتادُvisits شاطئَهاits shore
يا للبحيرةِ: من يرتادُ شاطئَها
ومنand who يُسِرُّconfides إلىto الواديthe valley مناجاتيmy intimate whisperings
ومن يُسِرُّ إلى الوادي مناجاتي
Ah, the lake! Who visits its shore,
Oh the lake! Who still visits its shore?
And who whispers my confidences to the valley?
And who hurries to the valley for my confiding?
ومنand who يعيدُbrings back لناto us أطيافَthe phantoms of ليلتهاits night
ومن يعيدُ لنا أطيافَ ليلتها
وماand what غنمناwe gained عليهاupon it منof أُويقاتِlittle moments
وما غنمنا عليها من أُويقاتِ
And who brings back to us the phantoms of its night,
Who brings back the ghosts of its night?
And the brief moments we gained upon it,
And the moments of bliss we gained there?
وخلوةٍand seclusion فيon حفافيهاits two banks وقدwhile already عبثتtoyed
وخلوةٍ في حفافيها وقد عبثت
يدthe hand of الصَّباthe east wind بحواشيهاwith its fringes الموشَّاةِembroidered
يد الصَّبا بحواشيها الموشَّاةِ
And seclusion along its banks, while there played
And a retreat in its banks, as youth toyed
The east wind's hand with its embroidered fringes?
With its dotted edges
يضمناenfolds us باسقٌa tall tree، فيon الشطِّthe shore، منفردٌstanding alone
يضمنا باسقٌ، في الشطِّ، منفردٌ
ضَمَّthe embrace of الشتيتينthe two parted ones فيin علياءِthe heights of جناتِgardens
ضَمَّ الشتيتين في علياءِ جناتِ
A lone tall tree on the shore enfolds us,
A tall tree embraced us, alone in the shore
With the embrace of two parted souls in gardens on high;
Embracing the two strangers in the lofty gardens
وللقلوبِand the hearts have أحاديثٌconversations يجاوبهاanswers them
وللقلوبِ أحاديثٌ يجاوبها
تناوحُmutual lamenting الطيرِthe birds فيin ظلِّthe shade of الخميلاتِthe groves
تناوحُ الطيرِ في ظلِّ الخميلاتِ
And hearts have conversations, answered
And the hearts had conversations answered by
By the birds' responsive laments in the shade of the groves.
The cooing of birds in the shade of saplings
ياO ليلةًa night قدindeed ذهلناwe were oblivious عنto كواكبهاits stars
يا ليلةً قد ذهلنا عن كواكبها
فيin زورقa skiff بينbetween ضفَّاتshores ولجَّاتِand deep waters
في زورق بين ضفَّات ولجَّاتِ
O night whose stars went unnoticed by us,
Oh night that made us heedless of its stars
In a skiff between shores and deep waters,
In a boat between banks and swells
يسريglides by night بناwith us موهِنًاlate at night والريحُand the wind تدفعهpropels it
يسري بنا موهِنًا والريحُ تدفعه
كالنجمِlike a star يسبحُswims فيin علويِّlofty هالاتِhalos
كالنجمِ يسبحُ في علويِّ هالاتِ
It glides with us late at night, the wind propelling it,
Sailing with us gently as the breeze pushed it
Like a star swimming in halos on high.
Like a star swimming in the halo of heights
وفيand along الشواطئِthe shores للمجدافthe oar has أغنيةٌa song
وفي الشواطئِ للمجداف أغنيةٌ
يَصُبُّهاpours it out الموجُthe surf فيin سحريِّmagical موجاتِwaves
يَصُبُّها الموجُ في سحريِّ موجاتِ
And along the shores the oar has a song,
And on the shores the oar sings a song
Which the surf pours out in magical waves.
Poured by the wave in the magic of ripples
ماhow كانwas أهنأهاblissful it was دنياa world، وأهنأناand blissful we were
ما كان أهنأها دنيا، وأهنأنا
فيin ليلهاits night الصحوclear، أوor فيin فجرهاits dawn الشاتيwintry
في ليلها الصحو، أو في فجرها الشاتي
How blissful a world it was, and how blissful we were
Never was the world more blissful, nor us
In its clear night, or in its wintry dawn!
In its sober night, or its radiant dawn
مَرَّتpassed خيالاتُthe visions of ماضيهاits past، وماand did not تركتleave
مَرَّت خيالاتُ ماضيها، وما تركت
سوىexcept وجومِthe brooding silence of لياليهاits nights الحزيناتِsorrowful
سوى وجومِ لياليها الحزيناتِ
The visions of its past have passed, leaving nothing
The visions of its past have gone, leaving
But the brooding silence of its sorrowful nights,
Only the stars of its woeful nights
ومنand some of تَلَهُّفِthe yearning of أحنائيmy inner recesses وثارتهاand their vengeance
ومن تَلَهُّفِ أحنائي وثارتها
ياalas للجوانحfor the ribs منbecause of وجديmy passion وثاراتيand my vengeances
يا للجوانح من وجدي وثاراتي
And some of the yearning and vengeance of my heart's recesses.
From my soul’s fervor and its kindling
Alas for my ribs, with my passion and my vengeful furies!
Oh for the passions of my ardor and flare!
ياO صرخةَcry of القلبthe heart، هلhave ...? أسمعتِyou made heard منكfrom you صدىan echo
يا صرخةَ القلب، هل أسمعتِ منك صدى
منwho ذاthis one يردُّreturns الصدىthe echo فيin جوفthe depths of موماةِa wasteland؟
من ذا يردُّ الصدى في جوف موماةِ؟
O heart's cry, have you made your echo heard?
Oh cry of the heart, did you hear an echo?
Who is there to answer the echo in the depths of a wasteland?
Who will return echoes in the hollow of a tomb?
جوبيroam مفاوزَthe deserts of أياميmy days فقدfor indeed صفِرتْthey have become empty
جوبي مفاوزَ أيامي فقد صفِرتْ
منof نبعِa spring of ماءٍwater، ومنand of أظلالshades of واحاتِoases
من نبعِ ماءٍ، ومن أظلال واحاتِ
Roam the deserts of my days, for they lie empty
Roam the expanses of my days, for they whistled
Of springs of water, and of the shade of oases.
With no water spring, shade or oasis
قضىperished، علىin a state of ظمأٍthirst، قلبيmy heart بهاin them وفميand my mouth
قضى، على ظمأٍ، قلبي بها وفمي
وضلَّتand lost its way العينُthe eye فيهاin them إثرَin pursuit of غاياتيmy aims
وضلَّت العينُ فيها إثرَ غاياتي
My heart and mouth perished there of thirst,
My heart and mouth were quenched by them, seeking
And the eye lost its way there, pursuing my aims.
My eyes lost all trace of my goals on them
حتىeven العواصفُthe storms صمَّتْturned deaf عنto نداءاتيmy calls
حتى العواصفُ صمَّتْ عن نداءاتي
فماso not تردُّecho back علىacross الأيامthe days صيحاتيmy cries
فما تردُّ على الأيام صيحاتي
Even the storms turned deaf to my calls,
Even the storms fell silent to my calls
So they do not echo my cries back across the days.
My shouts cannot turn back the days
ياO منwho قتلتَyou killed شبابيmy youth فيin يفاعتهits bloom
يا من قتلتَ شبابي في يفاعته
ورحتَand you went on تسخرُmocking منat دمعيmy tears وأناتيand my moans
ورحتَ تسخرُ من دمعي وأناتي
O you who killed my youth in its bloom,
Oh you who killed my youth in its vigor
And went on mocking my tears and moans,
And went on ridiculing my tears and laments!
حرمتَyou deprived أيامِيَmy days الأولىearly مفارحَهاtheir joys
حرمتَ أيامِيَ الأولى مفارحَها
فماso not نعمتُI delighted بأوطاريin my desires ولذاتيand my pleasures
فما نعمتُ بأوطاري ولذاتي
You robbed my early days of their joys,
You deprived the days of my early life their joys
So I found no delight in my desires and pleasures.
I never enjoyed my prime and pleasures
فَدَعْso leave فؤاديَmy heart محزونًاsorrowful يرفُّflutters علىover
فَدَعْ فؤاديَ محزونًا يرفُّ على
ماضيthe past of لياليَّmy nights، وانعمْand take joy أنتَyou yourself بالآتيin what is to come
ماضي لياليَّ، وانعمْ أنتَ بالآتي
So leave my sorrowful heart to flutter over
So leave my sorrowing heart to grieve
My bygone nights—and you, enjoy what is to come.
Over nights of the past, and enjoy what is to come
دعنيleave me علىon صخرةِthe rock of الماضيthe past لعلَّperhaps بهاin it
دعني على صخرةِ الماضي لعلَّ بها
منfrom الصبابةpassion والتحنانand yearning منجاتيmy deliverance!
من الصبابة والتحنان منجاتي!
Leave me on the rock of the past; perhaps in it lies
Let me on the rock of the past, perhaps through it
My deliverance from passion and yearning!
I will find some deliverance and youth!
Sol 6.1