أَياO شِعبُravine نَجدٍNajd رُقاديmy sleep حَرامforbidden
أَيا شِعبُ نَجدٍ رُقادي حَرام
مَتىwhen قُوِّضَتwere struck عَنfrom رُباكَyour heights الخِيامthe tents
مَتى قُوِّضَت عَن رُباكَ الخِيام
O ravine of Najd, sleep is forbidden me.
When were the tents struck from your heights?
أَلِفتُكَI grew attached to you إِلفَthe attachment of الوَليدِthe newborn الرِضاعsuckling
أَلِفتُكَ إِلفَ الوَليدِ الرِضاع
وَقَدand indeed يُؤلِمَنَّsurely pains الرَضيعَthe nursing infant الفِطامweaning
وَقَد يُؤلِمَنَّ الرَضيعَ الفِطام
I grew attached to you as a newborn to suckling,
and weaning can indeed pain a nursing child.
سَأَبكيكَI shall weep for you ماas long as بَكَتweep الثاكِلاتthe bereaved mothers
سَأَبكيكَ ما بَكَت الثاكِلات
وَهَيهاتَand far from it يَبرُدُcools مِنّيwithin me أَوامburning thirst
وَهَيهاتَ يَبرُدُ مِنّي أَوام
I shall weep for you as long as bereaved mothers weep,
and never will my burning thirst grow cool.
أحنوI turn tenderly إِلَيكَtoward you حَنينَthe yearning of النِياقthe she-camels
أحنو إِلَيكَ حَنينَ النِياق
لَهُنَّtheirs is بِأَكنافِfor the reaches of نَجدٍNajd غَرامpassion
لَهُنَّ بِأَكنافِ نَجدٍ غَرام
I turn tenderly toward you with the yearning of she-camels,
whose passion is for the reaches of Najd.
لَعَمرِيَby my life ماذاwhat يُريدُintends الزَمانTime
لَعَمرِيَ ماذا يُريدُ الزَمان
لَقَدindeed حارَwas bewildered فيby صَرفِهِits reversals المُستَهامthe lovesick man
لَقَد حارَ في صَرفِهِ المُستَهام
By my life, what does Time intend?
Indeed, its reversals bewilder the lovesick man.
أكانَwas it حَرامٌforbidden عَلىfor البَينِParting أنto
أكانَ حَرامٌ عَلى البَينِ أن
يَرىsee ليfor me ماwhat lies بَينَamong أَهليmy people مَقامa dwelling
يَرى لي ما بَينَ أَهلي مَقام
Was it forbidden for Parting to
see me dwelling among my people?
وَلَمand did not أَنسَforget يَومَthe day of النَوىseparation وَالرَحيلand departure
وَلَم أَنسَ يَومَ النَوى وَالرَحيل
وَلِلوَجدِand longing has بَينَbetween الضُلوعِthe ribs اِضِطِرامa blaze
وَلِلوَجدِ بَينَ الضُلوعِ اِضِطِرام
Nor have I forgotten the day of separation and departure,
with longing blazing between my ribs,
وَسَيريand my journey عَنِaway from الشَرقِthe East مُستَقبِلاًfacing
وَسَيري عَنِ الشَرقِ مُستَقبِلاً
بِلاداًlands يُقالُit is said لَهُنَّof them الشَآمal-Sham
بِلاداً يُقالُ لَهُنَّ الشَآم
and my journey away from the East, facing
the lands called al-Sham.
وَلَمّاand when اِنطَوىreceded الخَيفُal-Khayf عَنfrom زائِرٍa visitor
وَلَمّا اِنطَوى الخَيفُ عَن زائِرٍ
وَوَلّىand withdrew النَهارُthe day وجَنُّand fell الظَلامdarkness
وَوَلّى النَهارُ وجَنُّ الظَلام
And when al-Khayf vanished from a visitor's sight,
and day withdrew and darkness fell,
وَبِتُّand I spent the night وَلَيسَand was not العَقيقُal-Aqiq العَقيقal-Aqiq
وَبِتُّ وَلَيسَ العَقيقُ العَقيق
وَلاnor الرَندُthe laurel رَندُthe laurel of الحِمىthe sanctuary وَالخِزامand the lavender
وَلا الرَندُ رَندُ الحِمى وَالخِزام
I spent the night: al-Aqiq was not al-Aqiq,
nor were the laurel and lavender those of the sanctuary.
شَكَوتُI complained إِلىto البانِthe moringa trees ماwhat بيails me فَماbut did not
شَكَوتُ إِلى البانِ ما بي فَما
مالَbend إِلىuntil أَنthat رَثىfelt pity ليfor me الحَمامthe doves
مالَ إِلى أَن رَثى لي الحَمام
I told the moringa trees my pain, but they did not
bend until the doves took pity on me.
رَعىmay protect اللَهُGod مَنthose whom لَستَI do not أَنساهُمُforget them
رَعى اللَهُ مَن لَستَ أَنساهُمُ
إِلىuntil أَنthat أَموتَI die وَتَبلىand decay العِظامthe bones
إِلى أَن أَموتَ وَتَبلى العِظام
May God guard those I shall not forget
until I die and my bones decay.
وَأَصحابُand companions of صِدقٍfaithfulness بِأَرضِin the land of الحِجازِthe Hijaz
وَأَصحابُ صِدقٍ بِأَرضِ الحِجازِ
غَداhas become جَميعُall of شَمليmy reunion بِهِمwith them لاnot يرامattainable
غَدا جَميعُ شَملي بِهِم لا يرام
And faithful companions in the land of the Hijaz—
my full reunion with them has become unattainable.
صَحِبتُهُمُI kept their company مُنذُsince عُمريmy life لَهُمbelongs to them
صَحِبتُهُمُ مُنذُ عُمري لَهُم
وَشَخصُand the figure of الشَبيبَةِyouth طِفلa child غُلامa boy
وَشَخصُ الشَبيبَةِ طِفل غُلام
I have kept their company—my life is theirs—since
youth's very form was a child, a boy.
بِحَقِّكِby your worth نَشرُfragrance of الصباthe east wind إِنif مَرَرتyou pass
بِحَقِّكِ نَشرُ الصبا إِن مَرَرت
بِتِلكَthrough those الدِيامthe lasting rains فَشَمّىthen smell المَدامthe wine
بِتِلكَ الدِيام فَشَمّى المَدام
By your worth, O fragrance of the east wind, if you pass
through those lasting rains, then smell the wine.
مَنازِلَthe dwellings of إِخوانيmy brethren الأَوَّلينthe earliest
مَنازِلَ إِخواني الأَوَّلين
سَقاهاmay water them مِنَof الغَيثِrain سارٍa night-roaming cloud رُكامdense
سَقاها مِنَ الغَيثِ سارٍ رُكام
The dwellings of my earliest brethren—
may a dense, night-roaming raincloud water them.
أَياO نازِلينَyou who dwell in الحِمىthe sanctuary هَلwill يَعودُreturn
أَيا نازِلينَ الحِمى هَل يَعودُ
لَناto us بَعدَafter وَقعِthe blow of الشتاتِseparation التِئامreunion
لَنا بَعدَ وَقعِ الشتاتِ التِئام
O you dwelling in the sanctuary, will there return
to us, after separation's blow, a reunion?
عَلَيكُمupon you وَإِنeven though شَطَّlies far مِنّيfrom me المَزارthe place of visitation
عَلَيكُم وَإِن شَطَّ مِنّي المَزار
سَلامٌpeace وَجُهدُand the utmost offering of المُقِلِّone with little السَلامpeace
سَلامٌ وَجُهدُ المُقِلِّ السَلام
Upon you, though your dwelling lies far from me,
be peace; peace is the utmost gift of one with little.
Sol 6.1