تَرَقَّبنَthey awaited الهَواءَthe air بِلُطفِthrough the kindness of رَبٍّa Lord
تَرَقَّبنَ الهَواءَ بِلُطفِ رَبٍّ
قَديرٍmighty إِنif تَرَكتِyou left لَهُto Him هَواكِyour desire
قَديرٍ إِن تَرَكتِ لَهُ هَواكِ
They awaited the air through the kindness of a Lord
who is mighty, if you leave your desire to Him.
بَواكٍmourners يُبتَغَينَare sought مِنَfrom المَناياdeaths
بَواكٍ يُبتَغَينَ مِنَ المَنايا
إِذاwhen قامَتstood عَلىbeside جَدَثٍa grave بُواكِmourners
إِذا قامَت عَلى جَدَثٍ بُواكِ
Mourners are sought from among the deaths
when mourners stand beside a grave.
حَواكٍtellers عَنكِabout you أَمراًa matter غَيرَunbecoming زَينٍfine
حَواكٍ عَنكِ أَمراً غَيرَ زَينٍ
يَشينُbrings shame إِذاwhen التُرابُthe earth غَداًtomorrow حَواكِenfolds you
يَشينُ إِذا التُرابُ غَداً حَواكِ
Those who tell an unseemly tale about you
bring shame when the earth enfolds you tomorrow.
ذَوىwithered كَالرَوضِlike a meadow رَوضُكَyour garden يَومَwhen شَبَّتflared
ذَوى كَالرَوضِ رَوضُكَ يَومَ شَبَّت
جِمارٌembers مِنfrom لَظىthe blaze of أَسَفٍgrief ذَواكِwithered you
جِمارٌ مِن لَظى أَسَفٍ ذَواكِ
Your garden withered like a meadow when there flared
embers from a blaze of grief that withered you.
رِواءَكِyour fill of water فَاِشرَبيso drink وَدَعيand leave ثِماداًshallow pools
رِواءَكِ فَاِشرَبي وَدَعي ثِماداً
وَأَحواضاًand basins يَكونُthere may be لَهاfor them رَواكِyour watering
وَأَحواضاً يَكونُ لَها رَواكِ
Drink your fill, and leave the shallow pools
and basins from which you would drink.
زَواكِkept you away اللَهُGod عَنfrom جَنَفٍbias وَظُلمٍand injustice
زَواكِ اللَهُ عَن جَنَفٍ وَظُلمٍ
فَشُكراًso give thanks إِنَّindeed أَنعُمَهُHis blessings زَواكِreached you
فَشُكراً إِنَّ أَنعُمَهُ زَواكِ
God kept you from bias and injustice;
so give thanks, for His blessings have reached you.
سِواكِsomeone other than you أَحَقُّmore deserving أَنto يَلقىreceive قَذوفاًreproach
سِواكِ أَحَقُّ أَن يَلقى قَذوفاً
بِطيبِwith graciousness of القَولِspeech طَيِّبَةَsweet السَواكِof toothstick
بِطيبِ القَولِ طَيِّبَةَ السَواكِ
Someone other than you is more deserving of reproach
in gracious words, O you whose toothstick is sweet.
شَواكِyour limbs مَنَعتُهُI denied them ذَهَباًgold مَصوغاًfashioned
شَواكِ مَنَعتُهُ ذَهَباً مَصوغاً
مَخافَةَfor fear of ماwhat يَفوهُhe utters بِهِwith it شِواكِyour detractor
مَخافَةَ ما يَفوهُ بِهِ شِواكِ
I withheld fashioned gold from your limbs
for fear of what your detractor might say.
نَواكِyour departure هِيَis الَّتيthat which لاno ريبَdoubt فيهاin it
نَواكِ هِيَ الَّتي لا ريبَ فيها
وَلِلأَيّامِand for the days أَقدارٌdestinies نَواكِcarried you away
وَلِلأَيّامِ أَقدارٌ نَواكِ
Your departure is beyond doubt,
and the days have destinies that carry you away.
لَواكِturned you away اللَهُGod عَنّاfrom us حينَwhen بِتناwe spent the night
لَواكِ اللَهُ عَنّا حينَ بِتنا
قَريباًnear مِنto صَريمِكِyour encampment أَوor لِواكِyour banner
قَريباً مِن صَريمِكِ أَو لِواكِ
God turned you away from us when we spent the night
near your encampment or your banner.
Sol 6