أَلاAh! هَلis there? لِلهُمومِfor the sorrows مِنany اِنفِراجِrelief
أَلا هَل لِلهُمومِ مِن اِنفِراجِ
وِهَلand is there? ليfor me مِنfrom رُكوبِsailing البَحرِthe sea ناجِone who escapes
وِهَل لي مِن رُكوبِ البَحرِ ناجِ
Ah, is there any relief from sorrows?
Is there no relief for anxieties?
And is there any escape for me from sailing the sea?
Is there no escape by sea for me?
أَكُلُّdoes every عيشَةٍlife زَوراءَcrooked تَهويplunge
أَكُلُّ عيشَةٍ زَوراءَ تَهوي
بِناwith us فيinto مُظلِمِthe darkness of الغَمراتِthe deep waters ساجيstill
بِنا في مُظلِمِ الغَمراتِ ساجي
Does every crooked life plunge
Every life is fleeting and false,
with us into the still darkness of the depths?
Plunging us into darkness' depths.
كَأَنَّas though قَواذِفَsurging waves التَيّارِof the current فيهاwithin it
كَأَنَّ قَواذِفَ التَيّارِ فيها
نِعاجٌewes يَرتَمينَfling themselves إِلىtoward نِعاجِewes
نِعاجٌ يَرتَمينَ إِلى نِعاجِ
As though the current's surging waves within it
As if the currents' oarsmen in it
were ewes flinging themselves toward ewes.
Were ewes hurling themselves to ewes,
يِشُقُّcleaves الماءُthe water كَلكَلُهاits breast مُلِحّاًpersistently
يِشُقُّ الماءُ كَلكَلُها مُلِحّاً
عَلىover ثِبَجٍa swell مِنَof المِلحِthe salt water الأُجاجِbitterly salty
عَلى ثِبَجٍ مِنَ المِلحِ الأُجاجِ
Its breast cleaves the water, pressing onward
The salt water splitting their anklets,
over a swell of bitter, salty water.
Above salt flats of bitter salt.
Sol 6.1