كُلُّall ماthat which فيin الحَياةِlife أَنتِyou (feminine) فَقَدfor indeed سُwas sealed (first fragment)
كُلُّ ما في الحَياةِ أَنتِ فَقَد سُ
كِّرَwas sealed (final fragment) سَمعيmy hearing وَأُطبِقَتand were shut مُقلَتاياmy two eyes
كِّرَ سَمعي وَأُطبِقَت مُقلَتايا
You are all there is in life; for
You are all there is in life, my hearing closes
my hearing has been sealed, and my eyes are shut.
And my eyelids seal shut
صَوتُكِyour voice العَذبُsweet ماnot سَمِعتُI heard سِواهُother than it
صَوتُكِ العَذبُ ما سَمِعتُ سِواهُ
غَيرَother than عَينَيكِyour two eyes ماnot رَأَتsaw عَيناياmy two eyes
غَيرَ عَينَيكِ ما رَأَت عَينايا
I have heard nothing but your sweet voice;
Your sweet voice, nothing else have I heard
my eyes have seen nothing but your eyes.
Except your eyes, none else have mine seen
كَيفَماwhichever way أَلتَفِتI turn أُحِسُّكِI feel you حَوليaround me
كَيفَما أَلتَفِت أُحِسُّكِ حَولي
أَنتِyou (feminine) مِلءُthe fullness of المُنىlongings وَمِلءُand the fullness of هواياmy love
أَنتِ مِلءُ المُنى وَمِلءُ هوايا
Whichever way I turn, I feel you around me.
No matter where I turn, I feel you near
You fill my longings and fill my love.
You fill all my desires and wants
مِلءُthe full measure of نَهرِthe river of الحَياةِlife تَزدادُgrows روحيmy soul
مِلءُ نَهرِ الحَياةِ تَزدادُ روحي
عَطشاًin thirst كُلَّماwhenever اِرتَوَتwere quenched شَفَتاياmy two lips
عَطشاً كُلَّما اِرتَوَت شَفَتايا
By the full measure of life's river, my soul grows
Fill the river of life, my soul grows
thirstier whenever my lips drink their fill.
Thirstier whenever my lips drink
غَيرَexcept أَنّيthat I أُحِسُّI feel ناراًa fire بِقَلبيin my heart
غَيرَ أَنّي أُحِسُّ ناراً بِقَلبي
أَيَكونُcould ... be? الهَوىlove بِقَلبيin my heart خَطاياsins
أَيَكونُ الهَوى بِقَلبي خَطايا
Yet I feel a fire in my heart.
Yet I feel a fire within my heart
Could the love in my heart be sinful?
Can love hold sin in my heart?
هاجِسٌa misgiving خاطِفٌfleeting يُساوِرُassails نَفسيmy soul
هاجِسٌ خاطِفٌ يُساوِرُ نَفسي
وَاِنقِباضٌand a constriction تحسُّهfeel it رِئَتاياmy two lungs
وَاِنقِباضٌ تحسُّه رِئَتايا
A fleeting misgiving assails my soul,
A fleeting obsession haunts my soul
and my lungs feel a constriction.
And tightness my lungs sense
ماءُthe water of عَينَيكِyour two eyes فيمَwhy? يَصلُبُhardens أَحياsometimes (first fragment)
ماءُ عَينَيكِ فيمَ يَصلُبُ أَحيا
ناًsometimes (final fragment) وَيَقسوand grows harsh كَأَنَّas though فيهِin it سَواياsomeone other than me
ناً وَيَقسو كَأَنَّ فيهِ سَوايا
The water of your eyes—why does it harden
The water of your eyes, why does it solidify
at times, and grow harsh, as though it held someone other than me?
Lives and hardens as if evil lies in it
أَيَّwhat طَيفٍphantom أَرىI see خِلالَthrough شُكوكيmy doubts
أَيَّ طَيفٍ أَرى خِلالَ شُكوكي
لَمhas not يَذُبmelted بَعدُyet فيin لَهيبِthe blaze of غناياmy song
لَم يَذُب بَعدُ في لَهيبِ غنايا
What phantom do I see through my doubts
What specter do I see through my doubts
that has not yet melted in the blaze of my song?
That has not yet melted in the flames of my passion
أَنتِyou (feminine) ليmine فيin حَقيقَتيmy reality وَخَياليand my imagination
أَنتِ لي في حَقيقَتي وَخَيالي
ليَmine فيin يَقظَتيmy waking وَليand mine فيin رُؤاياmy dreams
ليَ في يَقظَتي وَلي في رُؤايا
You are mine in my reality and my imagination,
You are to me in my reality and imagination
mine in my waking, and mine in my dreams.
Mine in my wakefulness and mine in my dreams
إِنif أَكنI am مِنfrom دَميmy blood بَقِيَّةَa remnant of شِعرٍpoetry
إِن أَكن مِن دَمي بَقِيَّةَ شِعرٍ
وَخَيالٍand imagination فَأَنتِthen you (feminine) مِنّيof me بَقاياremnants
وَخَيالٍ فَأَنتِ مِنّي بَقايا
If I am, from my blood, a remnant of poetry
If there remains in my blood a shred of poetry
and imagination, then you are what remains of me.
And fantasy, you are what’s left of me
Sol 6.1