جُعتُI hungered وَالخُبزُand the bread وَثيرٌplentiful فيin وِطابيmy leather bags
جُعتُ وَالخُبزُ وَثيرٌ في وِطابي
وَالسَناand the radiance حَوليaround me وَروحيand my soul فيin ضَبابِfog
وَالسَنا حَولي وَروحي في ضَبابِ
I hungered, though bread was plentiful in my bags,
I gathered, and bread aplenty in my bag,
I went hungry though bread was plentiful in my store,
And radiance surrounded me, while my soul was in fog.
Yet weariness surrounds me, my soul lost in the fog.
And while light surrounded me, my soul remained in a fog.
وَشَرِبتُand I drank الماءَthe water عَذباًsweet سائِغاًpleasant to swallow
وَشَرِبتُ الماءَ عَذباً سائِغاً
وَكَأَنّيand as though I لَمdid not أَذُقI taste غَيرَanything but سَرابِa mirage
وَكَأَنّي لَم أَذُق غَيرَ سَرابِ
And I drank water, sweet and pleasant to swallow,
I drank sweet, delicious water,
I drank water that was fresh and sweet,
As though I had tasted nothing but a mirage.
Yet feel as though I tasted only a mirage.
Yet it seemed as though I tasted nothing but a mirage.
مِحنَةٌan ordeal لَيسَthere is not لَهاfor it مِثلٌan equal سِوىexcept
مِحنَةٌ لَيسَ لَها مِثلٌ سِوى
مِحنَةِthe ordeal of الزَورَقِthe skiff فيin طاغيraging العُبابِthe surge
مِحنَةِ الزَورَقِ في طاغي العُبابِ
An ordeal with no equal except
A torment unlike any,
It is a tribulation unmatched save by
The ordeal of a skiff in the raging surge.
Save that of a boat in raging seas.
The plight of a boat amidst the tyrannical waves.
لَيسَthere is not بيin me داءٌillness وَلَكِنّيbut I اِمرُؤٌa man
لَيسَ بي داءٌ وَلَكِنّي اِمرُؤٌ
لَستُI am not فيin أَرضيmy land وَلاnor بَينَamong صِحابيmy friends
لَستُ في أَرضي وَلا بَينَ صِحابي
No illness afflicts me, but I am a man
I bear no illness, though I'm a man
I suffer no physical ailment, yet I am a man
Not in my own land, nor among my friends.
Not in my land, nor amidst kith and kin.
Who is neither in his own land nor among his companions.
مَرَّتِpassed الأَعوامُthe years تَتلوfollow بَعضَهاone another
مَرَّتِ الأَعوامُ تَتلو بَعضَها
لِلوَرىfor humankind ضِحكيmy laughter وَليand for me وَحديme alone اِكتِئابيmy melancholy
لِلوَرى ضِحكي وَلي وَحدي اِكتِئابي
The years passed, one following another;
Years passed, each replacing another,
Years have passed, following one after another;
My laughter is for the world; my melancholy is mine alone.
My laughter for the world, my loneliness for me.
My laughter is for the world, but my sorrow is mine alone.
كُلَّماwhenever اِستَولَدَتbrought forth نَفسيmy soul أَمَلاًa hope
كُلَّما اِستَولَدَت نَفسي أَمَلاً
مَدَّتِstretched out الدُنياthe world لَهُtoward it كَفَّa hand of اِغتِصابِforcible seizure
مَدَّتِ الدُنيا لَهُ كَفَّ اِغتِصابِ
Whenever my soul brought forth a hope,
Whenever my soul birthed some hope,
Every time my soul gave birth to a hope,
The world stretched a grasping hand toward it.
The world stretched out a usurping hand.
The world reached out a hand to ravage it.
أُفلِتَتslipped away مِنّيfrom me حَلاواتُthe sweet delights of الرُؤىvisions
أُفلِتَت مِنّي حَلاواتُ الرُؤى
عِندَماwhen أُفلِتَslipped away مِنfrom كَفّيmy palm شَبابيmy youth
عِندَما أُفلِتَ مِن كَفّي شَبابي
The sweet delights of visions slipped away from me
The sweetness of dreams escaped me
The sweetness of visions slipped away from me
When my youth slipped from my palm.
When the vigor of youth slipped through my fingers.
At the moment my youth slipped from my grasp.
بِتُّI have become لاnot الإِلهامُinspiration بابٌa door مُشرَعٌwide open
بِتُّ لا الإِلهامُ بابٌ مُشرَعٌ
ليfor me وَلاnor الأَحلامُdreams تَمشيwalk فيin رِكابيmy retinue
لي وَلا الأَحلامُ تَمشي في رِكابي
I am left: inspiration is no open door
Neither inspiration's door is open to me,
I have reached a state where inspiration is no open door,
For me, nor do dreams walk in my train.
Nor do dreams walk in my footsteps.
Nor do dreams march in my retinue.
أَشتَهيI crave الخَمرَwine وَكَأسيand my cup فيin يَديmy hand
أَشتَهي الخَمرَ وَكَأسي في يَدي
وَأُحِسُّand I feel الروحَthe soul تَعرىgrows naked فيin ثِيابيmy clothes
وَأُحِسُّ الروحَ تَعرى في ثِيابي
I crave wine, though my cup is in my hand,
I crave wine, and my cup is in hand,
I crave wine though my cup is in my hand,
And I feel my soul grow naked within my clothes.
Yet I feel my soul laid bare beneath my robe.
And I feel my soul becoming naked within my clothes.
رَبِّmy Lord هَبنيgrant me لِبِلاديto my homeland عَودَةًa return
رَبِّ هَبني لِبِلادي عَودَةً
وَليَكُنand let it be لِلغَيرِfor others فيin الأُخرىthe hereafter ثَوابيmy reward
وَليَكُن لِلغَيرِ في الأُخرى ثَوابي
Lord, grant me a return to my homeland,
Lord, grant me return to my homeland,
Lord, grant me a return to my country,
And let others have my reward in the world to come.
And let my reward in the other be for others.
And let my reward in the hereafter belong to others.
أَيُّهاO you الآتونَwho come مِنfrom ذاكَthat الحِمىthe sanctuary
أَيُّها الآتونَ مِن ذاكَ الحِمى
ياO دُعاةَadvocates of الخَيرِgoodness ياO رَمزَemblem of الشَبابِyouth
يا دُعاةَ الخَيرِ يا رَمزَ الشَبابِ
O you who come from that sanctuary,
You who come from the hot clime,
O you who come from that sanctuary,
O advocates of goodness, O emblem of youth!
O harbingers of good, symbol of youth,
O advocates of good, O symbols of youth.
كَمhow often هَشَشتُمyou rejoiced وَهَشَشناand we rejoiced لِلمُنىin hopes
كَم هَشَشتُم وَهَشَشنا لِلمُنى
وَبَكَيتُمand you wept وَبَكَيناand we wept فيin مُصابِaffliction
وَبَكَيتُم وَبَكَينا في مُصابِ
How often you rejoiced, and we rejoiced, in hopes,
How we have been broken, and broken you,
How often you rejoiced, and we rejoiced, for our aspirations,
And you wept, and we wept, in affliction,
For the wish, weeping in tragedy you and us.
And you wept, and we wept, in times of calamity.
وَاِشتَرَكناand we shared فيin جِهادٍstruggle أَوor عَذابِsuffering
وَاِشتَرَكنا في جِهادٍ أَو عَذابِ
وَاِلتَقَيناand we met فيin حَديثٍconversation أَوor كِتابِa book
وَاِلتَقَينا في حَديثٍ أَو كِتابِ
And we shared in struggle or suffering,
And we shared in struggle or torture,
And we shared together in struggle or in torment,
And we met in conversation or a book.
And met in a talk or book.
And we met within a conversation or a book.
وَعَرَفتُمand you learned وَعَرَفناand we learned مِثلَكُمlike you
وَعَرَفتُم وَعَرَفنا مِثلَكُم
أَنَّماthat only الحَقُّright لِذيto one with ظُفرٍa claw وَنابِand a fang
أَنَّما الحَقُّ لِذي ظُفرٍ وَنابِ
And you learned, and we learned as you did,
And you knew, and we knew like you,
You learned, and we learned just as you did,
That right belongs only to those with claw and fang.
That truth is only for the victor and sharp fang.
That rights belong only to those with fang and claw.
كُلُّevery أَرضٍland نامَslept عَنهاheedless of it أَهلُهاits people
كُلُّ أَرضٍ نامَ عَنها أَهلُها
فَهيَthen it is أَرضٌa land لِاِغتِصابٍfor seizure وَاِنتِهابِand plunder
فَهيَ أَرضٌ لِاِغتِصابٍ وَاِنتِهابِ
Every land whose people sleep heedless of it
Every land whose people neglected it,
Every land whose people slumber in neglect
Is then a land for seizure and plunder.
Becomes a land for pillage and plunder.
Is a land destined for usurpation and plunder.
زَعَمواthey claimed الإِنسانَhumankind بِالعِلمِthrough knowledge اِرتَقىadvanced
زَعَموا الإِنسانَ بِالعِلمِ اِرتَقى
وَأَراهُand I see him لَمhas not يَزَلceased to be إِنسانَa man of غابِthe jungle
وَأَراهُ لَم يَزَل إِنسانَ غابِ
They claimed that man had advanced through knowledge,
They claimed that man ascended through knowledge,
They claimed that man has ascended through knowledge,
Yet I see him still a man of the jungle.
Yet I see he's still a beast of the jungle.
Yet I see him still as a man of the jungle.
إِنَّهُindeed, he is الثَعلَبُthe fox مَكراًin cunning وَهوَand he is كَالسlike the…
إِنَّهُ الثَعلَبُ مَكراً وَهوَ كَالس
سَرَطانِcrab غَدراًin treachery وَحَكيمٌand wise كَالغُرابِlike the crow
سَرَطانِ غَدراً وَحَكيمٌ كَالغُرابِ
He is a fox in cunning, and he is like the
He is cunning as a fox, a traitor like cancer,
He is a fox in cunning, and acts like the
Crab in treachery, and wise as the crow.
And wise as a raven.
Crab in treachery, and is wise as the crow.
ياO رِفاقيmy companions حَطِّمواshatter أَقدَاحَكُمyour goblets
يا رِفاقي حَطِّموا أَقدَاحَكُم
لَيسَthere is no فيin الدُنياthe world رَحيقٌnectar لِاِنسِكابِto be poured
لَيسَ في الدُنيا رَحيقٌ لِاِنسِكابِ
O my companions, shatter your goblets;
My friends, smash your cups,
O my comrades, smash your goblets;
There is no nectar in the world to pour.
There is no nectar left in the world to pour.
There is no nectar left in the world to pour.
جَفَّdried up ضَرعُthe udder of الشِعرِpoetry عِنديin me وَاِنطَوىand shriveled
جَفَّ ضَرعُ الشِعرِ عِندي وَاِنطَوى
وَلَكَمand how long عاشَit lived لِمَرعىfor grazing وَاِحتِلابِand milking
وَلَكَم عاشَ لِمَرعى وَاِحتِلابِ
Poetry's udder has dried up in me and shriveled,
The udder of poetry has dried up in me,
The udder of poetry has dried up within me and withered,
And how long it lived for grazing and milking!
After feeding for so long on pasture.
After having lived long for grazing and milking.
أَيُّهاO you السائِلُwho ask عَنّيabout me مَنwho أَناI am
أَيُّها السائِلُ عَنّي مَن أَنا
أَناI كَالشَمسِlike the sun إِلىto الشَرقِthe East اِنتِسابيmy affiliation
أَنا كَالشَمسِ إِلى الشَرقِ اِنتِسابي
O you who ask about me: who am I?
You who ask who I am,
O you who ask about me, who I am:
Like the sun, I belong to the East.
My lineage, like the sun's, is to the East.
I am like the sun; to the East belongs my lineage.
لُغَةُthe language of الفولاذِsteel هاضَتshattered لُغَتيmy language
لُغَةُ الفولاذِ هاضَت لُغَتي
لاnot يَعيشُlives الشَدوُsong فيin بَحرِa sea of اِصطِخابِclamor
لا يَعيشُ الشَدوُ في بَحرِ اِصطِخابِ
The language of steel has shattered my language;
The language of steel melted my tongue,
The language of steel has crushed my language;
Song cannot live in a sea of clamor.
Passion cannot thrive in tumultuous seas.
Song cannot survive in a sea of clamor.
لَستُI am not أَشكوI lament إِنeven if شَكاlamented غَيريothers besides me النَوىseparation
لَستُ أَشكو إِن شَكا غَيري النَوى
غُربَةُthe exile of الأَجسامِbodies لَيسَتis not بِاِغتِرابِestrangement
غُربَةُ الأَجسامِ لَيسَت بِاِغتِرابِ
I do not lament, even if others lament separation;
If others complain of estrangement,
I do not complain, though others complain of separation;
The exile of bodies is not estrangement.
It's no estrangement of bodies I lament.
Physical distance is not true exile.
أَناI فيin نِيويوركَNew York بِالجِسمِin body وَبِالرand in the…
أَنا في نِيويوركَ بِالجِسمِ وَبِالر
روحِspirit فيin الشَرقِthe East عَلىupon تِلكَthose الهِضابِthe hills
روحِ في الشَرقِ عَلى تِلكَ الهِضابِ
I am in New York in body, and in
My body's in New York, but my soul
I am in New York in body, while my spirit
Spirit in the East, upon those hills;
In the East, upon those plateaus.
Resides in the East, upon those very hills.
فيin اِبتِسامِthe smile of الفَجرِdawn فيin صَمتِthe silence of الدُجىnight's darkness
في اِبتِسامِ الفَجرِ في صَمتِ الدُجى
فيin أَسىthe sorrow of تِشرينَTishrin (October/November) فيin لَوعَةِthe burning anguish of آبِAb (August)
في أَسى تِشرينَ في لَوعَةِ آبِ
In dawn's smile, in the silence of night,
In the dawn's smile, the dusk's silence,
In the smile of dawn, in the silence of the night,
In Tishrin's sorrow, in Ab's burning anguish.
In autumn's sorrow, and August's agony.
In the sorrow of October, in the burning yearning of August.
أَناI فيin الغوطَةِGhouta زَهرٌblossom وَنَدىand dew
أَنا في الغوطَةِ زَهرٌ وَنَدى
أَناI فيin لُبنانَLebanon نَجوىintimate whispers وَتَصابيand youthful play
أَنا في لُبنانَ نَجوى وَتَصابي
In Ghouta I am blossom and dew;
I'm in al-Ghouta, a flower and dew,
In the Ghouta, I am a flower and the dew;
In Lebanon I am intimate whispers and youthful play.
I'm in Lebanon, whispers and braiding.
In Lebanon, I am a whisper and youthful passion.
إِنَّنيindeed, I أَلمَحُI glimpse فيin أَوجُهِكُمyour faces
إِنَّني أَلمَحُ في أَوجُهِكُم
دَفقَةَthe surge of النورِlight عَلىupon تِلكَthose الرَوابيthe knolls
دَفقَةَ النورِ عَلى تِلكَ الرَوابي
Indeed, I glimpse in your faces
I glimpse in your faces
I can glimpse within your faces
The surge of light upon those knolls,
A stream of light upon those hilltops.
The burst of light upon those highlands.
وَأَرىand I see أَشباحَthe ghosts of أَيّامٍdays مَضَتgone by
وَأَرى أَشباحَ أَيّامٍ مَضَت
فيin كِفاحٍstruggle وَنِضالٍand striving وَوِثابِand leaps
في كِفاحٍ وَنِضالٍ وَوِثابِ
And I see the ghosts of days gone by
And I see the ghosts of bygone days,
And I see the ghosts of days gone by,
In struggle, striving, and leaps.
Of struggle, resistance, and resolve.
In struggle, in battle, and in uprising.
وَأَرىand I see أَطيافَvisions of عَصرٍan age باهِرٍradiant
وَأَرى أَطيافَ عَصرٍ باهِرٍ
طالِعٍrising كَالشَمسِlike the sun مِنfrom خَلفِbehind الحِجابِthe veil
طالِعٍ كَالشَمسِ مِن خَلفِ الحِجابِ
And I see visions of a radiant age
And I see the specters of a brilliant era,
And I see the specters of a dazzling age,
Rising like the sun from behind the veil.
Rising like the sun from behind the veil.
Rising like the sun from behind the veil.
لَيتَهُwould that it يُسرِعُhastens كَيso that أُبصِرَهُI may see it
لَيتَهُ يُسرِعُ كَي أُبصِرَهُ
قَبلَbefore أَنthat أَغدوI become تُراباًdust فيin تُرابِdust
قَبلَ أَن أَغدو تُراباً في تُرابِ
Would that it hasten, so I may see it
Would that it hasten, that I might glimpse it,
Would that it hasten, so that I might see it
Before I become dust amid dust.
Before I become dust among dust.
Before I become dust within dust.
Sol 6.1