وحيدا هناك على الرابية

وحيدا هناك على الرابية

  جلست أبث الدجى ما بيه

جلست أبث الدجى ما بيه

Alone there on the hill,

Alone there on the hill

Alone over there, upon the hill,

I sat, confiding to the darkness what ails me.

I sat lamenting the gloaming within me

I sat pouring out to the darkness my ill.

أعدد أيامي الذاهبات

أعدد أيامي الذاهبات

 فأبكي لأيامي الباقية

فأبكي لأيامي الباقية

I count my days gone by,

I count my fleeting days

Counting my days that have passed away,

then weep for my remaining days.

And weep for my remaining days

And weeping for those that remain to stay.

و جددت الحزن لي دمعة

و جددت الحزن لي دمعة

  محيرة بين أهدابية

محيرة بين أهدابية

And a tear renewed my sorrow,

Grief renewed for me a tear

And a tear renewed the sorrow for me,

bewildered among my lashes.

Perplexed between my eyelids

Hesitating between my lashes, I see.

عرفت بها قصتي في الحياة

عرفت بها قصتي في الحياة

 و تضليل روحي و آمالية

و تضليل روحي و آمالية

Through it I recognized my story in life,

I knew my life's story through it

I knew through it my story in life,

and how my soul and my hopes were led astray.

And the delusion of my soul and my aspirations

And the straying of my soul and hopes in strife.

لها بين عيني و بين الثرى

لها بين عيني و بين الثرى

 مسيل على زجنة ذاوية

مسيل على زجنة ذاوية

Between my eye and the earth, it has

Between my eyes and the ground it has

It has, between my eye and the dust,

a channel down a withered cheek.

A stream over a sorrowful declivity

A path upon a cheek withered by rust.

فلي مثلها سفرة في غد

فلي مثلها سفرة في غد

 و لي مثلها قصة دامية

و لي مثلها قصة دامية

So tomorrow I have a journey like its own,

So for me like it is a farewell tomorrow

For I have, like it, a journey tomorrow,

and a blood-stained tale like its own.

And for me like it is a woeful story

And I have, like it, a bloody tale of sorrow.

شكوت إلى الليل جور الح

شكوت إلى الليل جور الح

اة فارتد يشكو أذاها ليه

اة فارتد يشكو أذاها ليه

I complained to the night of life's injustice;

I complained to the night of the injustice of life, so it turned complaining of its harm to me

I complained to the night of life’s tyranny,

it replied, lamenting to me the harm she does.

It said: "I roam along, while those shining stars are my shackles"

It recoiled to complain of its harm to me.

فقال و إني أسير و تلك

فقال و إني أسير و تلك

 النجوم المضيئات أغلاليه

النجوم المضيئات أغلاليه

Then it said, 'I am a captive, and those

I said: "And my soul threw away the fetters

It said: "I am a prisoner, confined,"

shining stars are my shackles.'

Cast on it by the tyrannical powers of the body"

"And those shining stars are the chains that bind."

فقلت و روحي بذل الأسار

فقلت و روحي بذل الأسار

 رمتها قوى الجسد العاتية

رمتها قوى الجسد العاتية

Then I said, 'Into captivity's abasement, my soul

So the pulsations of my heart are nothing

I said: "And my soul, in the shame of its bond,"

was cast by the body's tyrannical forces.

But the echo of its cruel chains

"Was cast by the body's forces strong."

فما خفقات فؤادي سوى

فما خفقات فؤادي سوى

 رنين سلاسلها القاسية

رنين سلاسلها القاسية

So my heart's beats are nothing but

I complained to the night of the injustice of passion

"So the beatings of my heart are but,"

the ringing of its cruel chains.'

So it sent its weeping sighs

"The clanking of chains in a cruel rut."

شكوت إلى الليل جور الغرام

شكوت إلى الليل جور الغرام

 فأرسل آهاته الباكية

فأرسل آهاته الباكية

I complained to the night of love's injustice;

It said: "I love the daylight

I complained to the night of passion's disdain,

and it sent forth its weeping sighs.

And the dusk loves my draped edges

It sent forth its sighs, weeping in pain.

فقال و أني أحب النهار

فقال و أني أحب النهار

 و يعشق أطرافي الساجيه

و يعشق أطرافي الساجيه

Then it said, 'I love the day,

We both seek our intimacy

It said: "I am in love with the Day,"

and he adores my tranquil fringes.

And each turns away in a different direction"

"And it adores my quiet limbs in every way."

كلانا يفتش عن إلفه

كلانا يفتش عن إلفه

 و كل تفرق في ناحية

و كل تفرق في ناحية

Each of us searches for his beloved,

I said: "And in the heart from its love are

"We both search for the mate we revere,"

and each has departed in a different direction.'

Gazes that dream of the beholder"

"Yet each has dispersed to a separate sphere."

فقلت و في القلب من حبه

فقلت و في القلب من حبه

 نواظر تحلم بالراعية

نواظر تحلم بالراعية

Then I said, 'In my heart, out of love for him,

My companion, how can I complain to the gloaming again

I said: "And in the heart, from its love so deep,"

are eyes that dream of the shepherdess.'

Of what I complain of now

"Are eyes that dream of the shepherdess in sleep."

قسيمي بما أشتكيه الدجى

قسيمي بما أشتكيه الدجى

 فهيهات  أن أشتكى ثانية

فهيهات أن أشتكى ثانية

The darkness is my partner in what I lament;

And my cheeks of youth passed by me

The darkness shares in the complaints I sigh,

so far be it from me to complain again.

Wiping away my falling tears

So never again shall I raise a cry.

و مرت على و جنتي الصبا

و مرت على و جنتي الصبا

 مكفكفة أدمعي الجارية

مكفكفة أدمعي الجارية

And the east wind passed over my cheek,

And the breeze passed gently over my cheek,

wiping away my flowing tears.

Drying the flowing tears that I speak.