أَماis it not فيin صُروفِvicissitudes of الدَهرِtime أَنthat تَرجعَshould return النَوىseparation
أَما في صُروفِ الدَهرِ أَن تَرجعَ النَوى
بِهِمwith them وَيُدالَand be given the upper hand القُربُnearness يَوماًone day مِنَover البُعدِdistance
بِهِم وَيُدالَ القُربُ يَوماً مِنَ البُعدِ
Is it not among time's changing fortunes that separation should return
Is it possible that the days will bring back
with them, and nearness one day prevail over distance?
Their love, and nearness replace distance?
بَلىyes indeed فيin صُروفِvicissitudes of الدَهرِtime كُلُّall الَّذيthat which أَرىI see
بَلى في صُروفِ الدَهرِ كُلُّ الَّذي أَرى
وَلَكِنَّماand yet أَغفَلنَthey overlooked حَظّيmy lot عَلىon عَمدِpurpose
وَلَكِنَّما أَغفَلنَ حَظّي عَلى عَمدِ
Yes, time's changing fortunes hold all that I see,
Yes, in the turns of time all I see comes to pass
but they have deliberately overlooked my lot.
But my luck has neglected me intentionally
فَوَاللَهِfor, by God ماnot أَدريI know بِأَيِّwith which سِهامِهاher arrows
فَوَاللَهِ ما أَدري بِأَيِّ سِهامِها
رَمَتنيshe shot at me وَكُلٌّand every one عِندَناin our view لَيسَis not بِالمُكديineffectual
رَمَتني وَكُلٌّ عِندَنا لَيسَ بِالمُكدي
For, by God, I do not know with which of her arrows
By God, I know not by which of its arrows
she shot at me; in our eyes, not one ever fails.
It shot me, though with us all have no lack
أَبِاwas it with the لَجيدِneck أَمor مَجرىthe course of الوِشاحِthe sash وَإِنَّنيand indeed I
أَبِا لَجيدِ أَم مَجرى الوِشاحِ وَإِنَّني
لَأُتهِمُI certainly suspect عَينَيهاher two eyes مَعَalong with الفاحِمِcoal-black الجَعدِcurly
لَأُتهِمُ عَينَيها مَعَ الفاحِمِ الجَعدِ
Was it with her neck, or where her sash lies? And indeed I
Is it the smooth cheek or the slender waist? But I
suspect her eyes, along with her coal-black, curly hair.
Blame her eyes, with her black curly hair
Sol 6.1