جاءَتshe came تُوَدِّعُنيto bid me farewell وَالدَمعُand the tears يَغلِبُهاoverwhelm her
جاءَت تُوَدِّعُني وَالدَمعُ يَغلِبُها
يَومَon the day of الرَحيلِdeparture وَحاديand the camel-driver البَينِof separation مُنصَلِتُhastening onward
يَومَ الرَحيلِ وَحادي البَينِ مُنصَلِتُ
She came to bid me farewell, overcome by tears,
She came to bid me farewell, overwhelmed by tears,
on the day of departure, while separation’s camel-driver hastened onward.
On the day of departure, when the camel driver called to depart.
وَأَقبَلَتand she approached وَهِيَwhile she was فيin خَوفٍfear وَفيand in دَهَشٍbewilderment
وَأَقبَلَت وَهِيَ في خَوفٍ وَفي دَهَشٍ
مِثلَlike الغَزالِthe gazelle مِنَfrom الأَشراكِthe snares يَنفَلِتُit escapes
مِثلَ الغَزالِ مِنَ الأَشراكِ يَنفَلِتُ
And she approached in fear and bewilderment,
She approached, fearful and startled,
like a gazelle escaping from snares.
Like a gazelle escaping from the hunter's traps.
فَلَمso not تُطِقshe was able خيفَةَfor fear of الواشيthe slanderer تُوَدِّعُنيto bid me farewell
فَلَم تُطِق خيفَةَ الواشي تُوَدِّعُني
وَيحَwoe to الوُشاةِthe slanderers لَقَدindeed قالواthey spoke وَقَدand indeed شَمِتواthey gloated
وَيحَ الوُشاةِ لَقَد قالوا وَقَد شَمِتوا
So, fearing the slanderer, she could not bid me farewell.
She could not bear the spies' prying eyes to bid me farewell,
Woe to the slanderers! Indeed they spoke, and indeed they gloated.
And the gloating of the slanderers saying "We told you so!"
وَقَفتُI stood أَبكيI weep وَراحَتand she departed وهِيَwhile she was باكِيَةٌweeping
وَقَفتُ أَبكي وَراحَت وهِيَ باكِيَةٌ
تَسيرُshe walks عَنّيaway from me قَليلاًa little ثُمَّthen تَلتَفِتُshe looks back
تَسيرُ عَنّي قَليلاً ثُمَّ تَلتَفِتُ
I stood weeping, and she departed, weeping too.
I stood weeping as she left crying,
She walks a little way away from me, then looks back.
Walking away from me a little, then turning back.
فَياso, O فُؤاديmy heart كَمhow much وَجدٍlonging وَكَمand how many حُرَقٍburning pangs
فَيا فُؤادي كَم وَجدٍ وَكَم حُرَقٍ
وَياand O زَمانيmy time ذاthis جَورٌinjustice وَذاand this عَنَتُhardship
وَيا زَماني ذا جَورٌ وَذا عَنَتُ
So, O my heart, how much longing and how many burning pangs!
Oh my heart, so much pain and burning!
And O my time, this is injustice, and this is hardship.
Oh my time, so much injustice and hardship!
Sol 6.1