وَشُفِيَتand she was healed غَلواءُGhalwa منof آلامِهاher pains
وَشُفِيَت غَلواءُ من آلامِها
لكِنَّهاbut she لَمdid not تَشفَrecover منfrom أَوهامِهاher illusions
لكِنَّها لَم تَشفَ من أَوهامِها
And Ghalwa was healed of her pains,
But she did not recover from her illusions.
صُبابَةُthe last remnant اللَيلِof night عَلىupon الهِضابِthe hills
صُبابَةُ اللَيلِ عَلى الهِضابِ
تَزحَفُcreeps زَحفَthe creeping of الهارِبthe fugitive المُرتابِwary
تَزحَفُ زَحفَ الهارِب المُرتابِ
The last remnant of night upon the hills
Creeps like a wary fugitive,
ساحِبَةًdrawing وشاحَهاher shawl الرَماديgray
ساحِبَةً وشاحَها الرَمادي
عَنfrom جَسَدِthe body of الأَعشابِthe grasses وَالأَورادِand the roses
عَن جَسَدِ الأَعشابِ وَالأَورادِ
Drawing her gray shawl
From the body of the grasses and roses.
وَبَرَزَتand emerged جَواذِبُthe charms of السُهولِthe plains
وَبَرَزَت جَواذِبُ السُهولِ
عارِيَةًnaked بِلَحظِهاwith their gaze الخَجولِbashful
عارِيَةً بِلَحظِها الخَجولِ
And the charms of the plains emerged,
Naked, with their bashful gaze.
وَاِنتَعَشَتand revived حُشاشَةُthe lingering life of النَسيمِthe breeze
وَاِنتَعَشَت حُشاشَةُ النَسيمِ
فَاِرتَعَشَتthen it trembled فيin وَرَقِthe leaves of الكرومِthe vines
فَاِرتَعَشَت في وَرَقِ الكرومِ
And the breeze's lingering breath revived,
Then trembled among the vine leaves.
وَذَوَّبَتand melted أَبخِرَةُthe vapors of الأَنوارِthe lights
وَذَوَّبَت أَبخِرَةُ الأَنوارِ
فيin الصُبحِthe dawn أَلواناًcolors عَلىupon الاِطيارِthe birds
في الصُبحِ أَلواناً عَلى الاِطيارِ
And the vapors of light melted
Colors upon the birds at dawn.
يَراعِمُbuds الزَهرِof flowers عَلىupon الآكامِthe hillocks
يَراعِمُ الزَهرِ عَلى الآكامِ
تَبَسُّمُthe smiling of الرَبيعِspring لِلأَيّامِto the days
تَبَسُّمُ الرَبيعِ لِلأَيّامِ
The flower buds upon the hillocks
Are spring's smile to the days.
وَنَغَمُand the music of الجَداوُلِthe streams الرَقراقَهrippling
وَنَغَمُ الجَداوُلِ الرَقراقَه
تَمتَمةُthe murmuring of الطَبيعَةِnature المُشتاقَهyearning
تَمتَمةُ الطَبيعَةِ المُشتاقَه
And the music of the rippling streams
Is the murmur of yearning nature.
مَنwho ياoh تُرىI wonder يَكونُmight be هذاthis الوَلَدُthe boy
مَن يا تُرى يَكونُ هذا الوَلَدُ
فيin مُقلَتَيهِhis two eyes حُلُمٌa dream مُشَرَّدُhomeless
في مُقلَتَيهِ حُلُمٌ مُشَرَّدُ
Who, I wonder, might this boy be?
In his eyes, a homeless dream.
كَأَنَّهُas though he فيin جِسمِهِhis body الضَعيفِfrail
كَأَنَّهُ في جِسمِهِ الضَعيفِ
وَرُيَقَةٌa little leaf منfrom وَرقthe leaves الخَريفِof autumn
وَرُيَقَةٌ من وَرق الخَريفِ
As though, in his frail body, he were
A little leaf among the leaves of autumn.
لاneither حُبُّهُhis love وَلاnor الرَبيعُspring
لا حُبُّهُ وَلا الرَبيعُ
فَقَبلُهُso before him (text unclear) وَعَينُهُand his eye دُموعُtears
فَقَبلُهُ وَعَينُهُ دُموعُ
Neither his love nor spring—
So before him [text unclear]; and his eye is tears.
Sol 6.1