أَياO جَرساًbell فيin هُوَّةِthe abyss الدَمعِof tears ناحِباًsobbing
أَيا جَرساً في هُوَّةِ الدَمعِ ناحِباً
نحيبُكyour sobbing أَلحانُmelodies الطَبيعَةِof nature وَالعُمرِand of life
نحيبُك أَلحانُ الطَبيعَةِ وَالعُمرِ
O bell, sobbing in the abyss of tears,
O bell ringing in the abyss of tears
Your sobbing is the music of nature and life.
Your wailing is the melody of nature and life
سَمِعتُكI heard you جهراًaloud تَسكُبyou pour الدمعtears فيamong الوَرىhumankind
سَمِعتُك جهراً تَسكُب الدمع في الوَرى
وَلكِنَّand yet هذاthis الجَهرَthe loud sound روحٌa spirit منfrom السِرِّmystery
وَلكِنَّ هذا الجَهرَ روحٌ من السِرِّ
I heard you aloud, pouring tears among humankind,
I heard you wailing, pouring tears into the land
Yet this loud sound is a spirit of mystery.
But this wailing is a soulful secret
أَصخlisten عِندَماwhen الحَفّارُthe gravedigger بَعدafter تَهَدُّميmy dissolution
أَصخ عِندَما الحَفّارُ بَعد تَهَدُّمي
يُعيدreturns بَقاياremnants العفرof dust مِنِّيَfrom me لِلعَفرِto the dust
يُعيد بَقايا العفر مِنِّيَ لِلعَفرِ
Listen when the gravedigger, after my dissolution,
I will wail when the digger, after my collapse
Returns the remnants of my dust to the dust—
Returns the remnants of my dust to the dust
بَقاياremnants هيَthey الآلامُpains وَالدَمعُand tears وَالأَسىand sorrow
بَقايا هيَ الآلامُ وَالدَمعُ وَالأَسى
هيَthey اِبنَةُa daughter لَيلٍof night تنتَحيheads toward عالَمَthe realm الفَجرِof dawn
هيَ اِبنَةُ لَيلٍ تنتَحي عالَمَ الفَجرِ
Remnants that are pains and tears and sorrow,
The remnants are the sorrows, the tears and the grief
They are a daughter of night, making for the realm of dawn.
It is the daughter of a night that takes refuge in the world of dawn
ترحَّمpray for mercy وَلاand do not تَجعَلmake رَنينَكَyour ringing مُحزِناًmournful
ترحَّم وَلا تَجعَل رَنينَكَ مُحزِناً
وَدقَّand ring بِأَلحانِwith melodies الحبورِof joy عَلىover قَبريmy grave
وَدقَّ بِأَلحانِ الحبورِ عَلى قَبري
Pray for mercy, and do not make your ringing mournful,
Have mercy and do not let your ringing be sad
And ring with melodies of joy over my grave.
And chime with the melodies of love on my grave
وَشابِهand imitate دويَّthe clang القَيدِof the fetter حينَwhen رَمىflung بِهِit
وَشابِه دويَّ القَيدِ حينَ رَمى بِهِ
عَلىonto سُدَّةِthe threshold السِجنِof the prison الطَليقُthe one freed مِنfrom الأَسرِcaptivity
عَلى سُدَّةِ السِجنِ الطَليقُ مِن الأَسرِ
And imitate the clang of the fetter when it was flung
And resemble the clangor of shackles when
Onto the prison threshold by the one freed from captivity.
The freed from captivity threw it on the prison sill
Sol 6.1