هلdo ...? تسمعونَyou hear حفيفthe rustle أجنحةٍwings
هل تسمعونَ حفيف أجنحةٍ
فيin الجوِّthe air تسرعُhasten وهيَwhile they ترتقبُwatch expectantly
في الجوِّ تسرعُ وهيَ ترتقبُ
Do you hear the rustle of wings
Do you hear the rustle of wings
Hurrying through the air as they watch expectantly?
In the air, hastening and awaiting?
أَصغواlisten closely فتلكمُfor that is روحُthe spirit شاعرِناour poet
أَصغوا فتلكمُ روحُ شاعرِنا
فوزيFawzi قدalready انشقَّتhave parted لهاfor it الحجُبُthe veils
فوزي قد انشقَّت لها الحجُبُ
Listen closely, for that is the spirit of our poet,
Listen, that is the soul of our poet,
Fawzi; the veils have parted for it.
Fawzi, whose veils have been rent.
قدindeed شاقهاstirred its longing مرأَىthe sight الوفاءِloyalty لذاtherefore
قد شاقها مرأَى الوفاءِ لذا
هبطَتit descended منfrom العلياءِthe heights ترتقبُwatching expectantly
هبطَت من العلياءِ ترتقبُ
The sight of loyalty has stirred its longing; thus
Seeing loyalty wearied him, so
It descended from on high, watching expectantly.
He descended from on high, awaiting.
ياروحO spirit انif نحزَّنwe grieve عليهfor him فقدthen indeed
ياروح ان نحزَّن عليه فقد
حزنhas grieved العُلىgreatness والفضلُand virtue والأَدبُand literature
حزن العُلى والفضلُ والأَدبُ
O spirit, if we grieve for him, so too
O soul, if we grieve for him, indeed
Have greatness, virtue, and literature grieved.
Grief has filled the exalted, the excellent and cultured.
أُمُّthe mother اللغاتof languages اليومtoday جازعةdistraught
أُمُّ اللغات اليوم جازعة
تبكيshe weeps for إِبنهاher son الغاليthe precious وتنتَحِبُand sobs
تبكي إِبنها الغالي وتنتَحِبُ
The mother of languages is distraught today,
The mother of languages today mourns,
Weeping for her precious son and sobbing.
Weeping for her dear son, lamenting,
تبكيshe mourns الثلاثينthe thirty years التيwhich مُلِئَتwere filled
تبكي الثلاثين التي مُلِئَت
كداًwith toil كأَنas though لمnot يُخلَقِbe created التعبُweariness
كداً كأَن لم يُخلَقِ التعبُ
She mourns the thirty years that were filled
Weeping for the sublime thirty years
With toil, as though weariness had not been created.
Filled with sorrows, as if toil had not been created.
بلغhe reached المدىthe utmost فيهاin them وماand not اكتمَلَتwere complete
بلغ المدى فيها وما اكتمَلَت
ماwhat القولُcould be said لوif مُدَّتwere extended لهfor him الحقُبُthe ages
ما القولُ لو مُدَّت له الحقُبُ
He reached the utmost in them before they were complete;
He reached the farthest limit in them, though they were unfinished,
What could be said, had he been granted ages?
What can be said if spans of time were extended for him?
هلis there ...? بعدafter فوزيFawzi طائرٌa bird غَرِدٌtuneful
هل بعد فوزي طائرٌ غَرِدٌ
يشدوsings فيملأso fills روحناour spirit الطربُrapture
يشدو فيملأ روحنا الطربُ
Is there, after Fawzi, a tuneful bird
After Fawzi, is there a bird that sings
That sings, so rapture fills our spirit?
Filling our souls with joy?
هلis there ...? بعدafter نابغةthe genius القريضِof verse فتىًa young man
هل بعد نابغة القريضِ فتىً
يسموsoars فتُرهفso sharpen سمعهاtheir hearing الشهبُthe shooting stars
يسمو فتُرهف سمعها الشهبُ
Is there, after the genius of verse, a young man
After the genius of verse, is there a youth
Who soars, so the shooting stars strain to hear?
Who ascends, so that the stars incline their hearing?
أَسفيmy sorrow! علىfor الواديthe valley يذوبُmelts جوىًwith burning sorrow
أَسفي على الوادي يذوبُ جوىً
ويكادُand nearly ينضبُruns dry ماؤُهُits water العذبُsweet
ويكادُ ينضبُ ماؤُهُ العذبُ
Alas for the valley, melting with burning sorrow,
I grieve for the valley melting in ardour,
Its sweet water all but running dry.
Its sweet water almost exhausted.
العزمُresolve فيin الآسادِthe lions ضعضعهُhas shaken it
العزمُ في الآسادِ ضعضعهُ
حزنٌgrief بهbecause of it الأكبادthe livers تلتهبُburn
حزنٌ به الأكباد تلتهبُ
The resolve of the lions has been shaken
In the lions determination falters,
By grief that sets their livers ablaze.
Sorrow inflames their livers.
والسحرُand the magic فيin الأَجفانِthe eyelids ذوَّبهُhas melted it
والسحرُ في الأَجفانِ ذوَّبهُ
دمعٌtears معwith الأحشاءِthe entrails ينسكبُpour forth
دمعٌ مع الأحشاءِ ينسكبُ
And the magic in the eyelids has been melted
In the eyelids sleep melts away.
By tears pouring forth along with the entrails.
Tears mingle with the entrails, pouring forth.
والروضُand the garden قدalready خرسَتhave fallen silent بلابلهُits nightingales
والروضُ قد خرسَت بلابلهُ
لماwhen استقلَّtook flight البلبلُthe nightingale الطَربُjoyous
لما استقلَّ البلبلُ الطَربُ
And the garden's nightingales have fallen silent
The meadows, their nightingales have fallen silent
When the joyous nightingale took flight.
Since the nightingale's joy departed.
ياO روحَهُhis spirit إِنif كنتِyou are سامعةlistening
يا روحَهُ إِن كنتِ سامعة
فيin الغربِthe West إِخوانٌbrothers لناof ours نُجُبُnoble
في الغربِ إِخوانٌ لنا نُجُبُ
O his spirit, if you are listening,
O his soul, if you can hear
In the West are noble brothers of ours.
In the west we have brothers, elites
هجرواthey left الديارَthe homeland وهمthough they أَحبَّتهاits lovers
هجروا الديارَ وهم أَحبَّتها
وتطلَّبواand sought العلياءَthe heights فاغتربواso went abroad
وتطلَّبوا العلياءَ فاغتربوا
They left their homeland, though they love it,
Who left their homes though they loved them
And sought the heights, so went abroad.
And aspired to the sublime, so they were exiled.
كونيbe لهمto them نعمَexcellent الرسولِthe messenger فقدfor perhaps
كوني لهم نعمَ الرسولِ فقد
تغنينَyou sing ماwhat لمnot تغنِّهsing it الكتُبُthe books
تغنينَ ما لم تغنِّه الكتُبُ
Be an excellent messenger to them, for you may
Be a good messenger to them, for you
Sing what the books have not sung.
Can sing what books have not sung.
قوليtell لهمto them إِنَّاthat we نشاطرُهمshare with them
قولي لهم إِنَّا نشاطرُهم
حَملbearing الأسىthe sorrow فيin كلevery ماwhat نكبواthey were stricken with
حَمل الأسى في كل ما نكبوا
Tell them that we share with them
Say to them we share with them
The burden of sorrow in every misfortune they have suffered.
The burden of sorrow in all their tribulations.
قوليtell لهمto them الشيخthe elder قدalready وقرتhave weighed down
قولي لهم الشيخ قد وقرت
أَضلاعهhis ribs الأحزانُthe sorrows والنِوَبُand calamities
أَضلاعه الأحزانُ والنِوَبُ
Tell them: the elder is weighed down,
Say to them the Shaykh, sorrows and misfortunes
His ribs burdened by sorrows and calamities.
Have settled in his ribs.
فيشتاقso he longs for أَبناءًsons لهof his غَيَباًabsent
فيشتاق أَبناءً له غَيَباً
هلاif only درىknew ابناؤهhis sons الغيبُthe absent ones
هلا درى ابناؤه الغيبُ
So he yearns for his absent sons.
He yearns for sons absent from him -
If only his absent sons knew!
If only his sons knew his longing!
ياO روحspirit فوزيof Fawzi إِنif بكَيتُI weep علىfor
يا روح فوزي إِن بكَيتُ على
فوزيFawzi فذاكthen that أَقلَّthe least ماthat يجبُis required
فوزي فذاك أَقلَّ ما يجبُ
O spirit of Fawzi, if I weep for
O Fawzi's soul, if I weep for
Fawzi, that is the least one must do.
Fawzi, that is the least of what is required.
Sol 6.1