وحيداalone.. معwith الحمىthe fever وand طيفكyour phantom وand الشعرpoetry
وحيدا.. مع الحمى و طيفك و الشعر
أسألI ask عمريmy life كيفhow بعثرتyou were scattered ياO عمريmy life
أسأل عمري كيف بعثرت يا عمري
Alone—with fever, your phantom, and poetry.
Alone.. with fever and your phantom and poetry
I ask my life: how were you scattered, O my life?
I ask my life how did you squander, O my life
تمرpass بيby me الأيامthe days يشبهresembles فجرهاtheir dawn
تمر بي الأيام يشبه فجرها
دجاهاtheir darkness.. وand لمdid not أنعمI enjoy bliss بليلin a night وand لاnot فجرdawn
دجاها.. و لم أنعم بليل و لا فجر
The days pass me by; their dawn resembles
Days pass by me, their dawn resembles
their darkness; I have found joy in neither night nor dawn.
Their gloom.. and I did not enjoy a night or dawn
أعللI soothe بالأوهامwith illusions نفسيmyself كماjust as شكاlamented
أعلل بالأوهام نفسي كما شكا
إلىto الالthe mirage عبرacross القفرthe wasteland ظامa thirsty one علىupon القفرthe wasteland
إلى الال عبر القفر ظام على القفر
I soothe myself with illusions, as one lamented
I console myself with illusions as one complained
to the mirage across the wasteland, thirsting in the waste.
To the void through the desert, gloom over gloom
وand أحسوI sip منfrom الآمالhopes كأساa cup خمارهاits hangover
و أحسو من الآمال كأسا خمارها
يدبcreeps بقلبthrough a heart لمhas not يذقtasted نشوةthe rapture الخمرof wine
يدب بقلب لم يذق نشوة الخمر
And from hopes I sip a cup whose hangover
And I sip from hopes a wine cup whose wine
creeps through a heart that has never tasted wine's rapture.
Flows in a heart that never tasted joy of wine
أمنis it from عاصفa storm ياO قلبheart نمضيwe go لعاصفto a storm
أمن عاصف يا قلب نمضي لعاصف
ألمhas not يسأمgrown weary of البحارthe sailor زمجرةthe roar البحرof the sea؟
ألم يسأم البحار زمجرة البحر؟
From storm to storm, O heart, do we go?
Shall I escape the storm, O heart, towards a storm?
Has the sailor not wearied of the sea's roar?
Are not the seas tired of the seas' roaring?
وand منfrom موقفa moment باكweeping علىupon أذرعthe arms اللقاof reunion
و من موقف باك على أذرع اللقا
إلىto موقفa moment دامbleeding علىupon راحةthe palm الهجرof separation
إلى موقف دام على راحة الهجر
And from a weeping moment in reunion's arms
And from a crying stance over the arms of parting
to a bleeding moment on separation's palm;
To a lasting stance over the palm of estrangement
وand منfrom وقعthe blow سيفof a sword نامslept بينbetween أضالعيmy ribs
و من وقع سيف نام بين أضالعي
إلىto وقعthe blow رمحof a spear راحbegan يوغلto penetrate deeply فيinto ظهريmy back
إلى وقع رمح راح يوغل في ظهري
and from the blow of a sword that slept between my ribs
And from the falling of a sword that slept between my ribs
to the blow of a spear that began burrowing into my back.
To the falling of a spear wandering my back
ألاah فامنحينيso grant me هدأةa moment's calm.. ربperhaps هدأةa moment's calm
ألا فامنحيني هدأة.. رب هدأة
تردbrings back شتيتاwhat is scattered منof ظنونيmy doubts وand منof فكريmy thoughts
ترد شتيتا من ظنوني و من فكري
Ah, grant me a moment's calm—perhaps a moment's calm
Oh grant me some tranquility.. Lord grant me tranquility
will gather the scattered fragments of my doubts and thoughts.
To restore a lost one from my suspicions and thoughts
أسلمايO my Salma.. ياO بدراfull moon لمحتI glimpsed بريقهits gleam
أسلماي.. يا بدرا لمحت بريقه
علىon أفقa horizon ماnot كانhad been يأنسfinding comfort بالبدرin the full moon
على أفق ما كان يأنس بالبدر
O my Salma, O full moon whose gleam I glimpsed
Salma.. O full moon that gleamed
on a horizon unaccustomed to the full moon.
On a horizon that was hoping for the full moon
خذيtake منfrom عيونيmy eyes قصتيmy story وand ملامحيmy features
خذي من عيوني قصتي و ملامحي
وand كيفhow ذرعتI traversed اليأسdespair أحلمdreaming بالنصرof victory
و كيف ذرعت اليأس أحلم بالنصر
Take from my eyes my story and my features,
Take from my eyes my story and features
and how I traversed despair, dreaming of victory;
And how despair was fathomed while dreaming of victory
وand كيفhow صحبتI kept company with الناسpeople حتىuntil عرفتهمI knew them
و كيف صحبت الناس حتى عرفتهم
فعدتso I returned جريحwounded العينin the eye وand اليدthe hand وand الصدرthe chest
فعدت جريح العين و اليد و الصدر
and how I kept company with people until I knew them,
And how I accompanied people until I knew them
then returned wounded in eye, hand, and chest;
So I returned, wounded in eye, hand and chest
وand كيفhow منحتI gave المجدglory روحيmy soul فباعهاso it sold it
و كيف منحت المجد روحي فباعها
فعدتso I returned بلاwithout روحa soul أعضI bite علىupon العشرthe ten fingers
فعدت بلا روح أعض على العشر
and how I gave glory my soul, and it sold it;
And how I gave my soul to glory and it sold it
so I returned without a soul, biting my ten fingers.
So I returned without a soul, gnawing on fingers
أسمايO my Salma (probable reading).. لوif أعطانيgave me الدهرTime مهجتيmy soul
أسماي.. لو أعطاني الدهر مهجتي
وand هبكتهاI would give it to you (probable reading).. لكنهاbut it is أمةa bondwoman الدهرof Time
و هبكتها.. لكنها أمة الدهر
O my Salma, if Time gave me my soul,
Salma..If time gave me back my brains
I would give it to you—but it is Time's bondwoman.
And I gifted it.. But it is the nation of time
يظلhe keeps بهاwith it يلهوtoying.. أأبصرتhave you seen? بلبلاa nightingale
يظل بها يلهو.. أأبصرت بلبلا
جريحاwounded يغنيsinging وwhile هوit فيin قبضةthe grip الصقرof the falcon؟
جريحا يغني و هو في قبضة الصقر؟
He keeps toying with it—have you seen a nightingale
It plays with it.. Did you ever see a wounded nightingale
wounded, singing while in the falcon's grip?
Sing while in the clutch of a falcon?
يعللهاhe soothes it بالفقرwith poverty حيناat times وand بالغنىwith wealth
يعللها بالفقر حينا و بالغنى
وand يخدعهاhe deceives it بالشعرwith poetry طوراsometimes وand بالنثرwith prose
و يخدعها بالشعر طورا و بالنثر
He soothes it with poverty at times, and with wealth,
It excuses it at times with poverty and at others with wealth
and deceives it now with poetry, now with prose.
And deceives it with poetry at times and with prose at others
أأعطيكshall I give you? آلاميmy pains.. أأعطيكshall I give you? غصتيmy choking grief؟
أأعطيك آلامي.. أأعطيك غصتي؟
أأعطيكshall I give you? روضاa garden صامتاsilent واجمdowncast الزهرin its blossoms
أأعطيك روضا صامتا واجم الزهر
Shall I give you my pains—shall I give you my choking grief?
Shall I give you my pain.. Shall I give you my torment?
Shall I give you a silent garden with downcast blossoms?
Shall I give you a silent garden, shy of blossoms?
أعيذكI seek protection for you منfrom حبlove شقيwretched وand منfrom هوىpassion
أعيذك من حب شقي و من هوى
كسيحcrippled وand منfrom شوقlonging تلفعwrapped itself بالذعرin terror
كسيح و من شوق تلفع بالذعر
I seek protection for you from wretched love, and from passion
I seek refuge for you from my wretched love and passion
crippled, and from longing cloaked in terror.
That is arduous and from a longing that shakes with horror
يطالعbeholds غيريsomeone other than me فيin عيونكyour eyes أنجماstars
يطالع غيري في عيونك أنجما
وand ألمحI glimpse فيهاin them الليلthe night ستراa veil علىupon سترa veil
و ألمح فيها الليل سترا على ستر
Another beholds stars in your eyes,
Another looks upon you in your eyes like stars
and I glimpse in them the night, veil upon veil.
And I discern in them the night, a veil over a veil
يغنيكsings to you غيريsomeone other than me كلevery لحنtune محببcherished
يغنيك غيري كل لحن محبب
وand أشدوI sing فماbut not أشدوI sing سوىexcept النوحlamentation فيin ثغريmy mouth
و أشدو فما أشدو سوى النوح في ثغري
Another sings you every cherished tune,
Another sings you every lovely tune
and I sing—yet sing nothing but lament upon my lips.
While I chant nothing but dirge through my lips
وand يهديكgives you غيريsomeone other than me الدرpearls.. ياO ويحwoe to شاعرa poet
و يهديك غيري الدر.. يا ويح شاعر
يقولsays: خذيtake منيfrom me قصائدpoems كالدرlike pearls
يقول: خذي مني قصائد كالدر
And another offers you pearls—alas for a poet
And another gifts you pearls.. Woe to the poet
who says, "Take from me poems like pearls."
Who says: take from me poems like pearls
أسلمايO my Salma.. لاdo not تلقيplace فؤادكyour heart فيin يديmy hand
أسلماي.. لا تلقي فؤادك في يدي
أخافI fear عليهfor it وwhile هوit طفلa child منfrom الكسرbreaking
أخاف عليه و هو طفل من الكسر
O my Salma, do not place your heart in my hand;
Salma.. Do not throw your heart in my hands
I fear it may break, a child as it is.
I fear for it, for it is a child vulnerable to breaking
وand لاdo not تسفحيshed الدمعtears الثمينprecious علىover آمرئa man
و لا تسفحي الدمع الثمين على آمرئ
تعلمhas learned أنthat الدمعtears ضربa form منof المكرdeceit
تعلم أن الدمع ضرب من المكر
And do not shed your precious tears over a man
And do not shed the precious tear upon one bitter
who has learned that tears are a form of deceit.
You know the tear is a kind of deceit
أحبhe loved فجازتهso they repaid him الخلائقhumankind بالأسىwith sorrow
أحب فجازته الخلائق بالأسى
وفىhe kept faith فأجابتهso they answered him الخلائقhumankind بالغدرwith betrayal
وفى فأجابته الخلائق بالغدر
He loved, and humankind repaid him with sorrow;
I loved so creation reproached him with misery
he kept faith, and humankind answered him with betrayal.
And he was faithful so creation rewarded him with betrayal
إذاwhen قالhe says: أهوىI love كذبتهcalled him a liar تجاربexperiences
إذا قال: أهوى كذبته تجارب
مخضيةstained (probable reading) بالحزنwith sorrow وand الألمpain المرbitter
مخضية بالحزن و الألم المر
When he says, "I love," experiences call him a liar,
If he said: I love.. experiences belied him
stained with sorrow and bitter pain.
Begotten with sorrow and bitter pain
دعيهleave him لدنياهto his world فقدfor indeed ألفhe has grown used to الشقاmisery
دعيه لدنياه فقد ألف الشقا
وand أدمنbecame addicted to طولthe length السيرof wandering فيin المهمهthe trackless waste الوعرrugged
و أدمن طول السير في المهمه الوعر
Leave him to his world, for he has grown used to misery,
Leave him to his world for he has gotten used to misery
and grown addicted to long wandering through the rugged waste.
And accustomed to long journeying in the rugged path
كأنas though اللياليthe nights أقسمتhad sworn لاnot تذيقهto let him taste
كأن الليالي أقسمت لا تذيقه
سلاماpeace ولاnor أملاhope سوىexcept فيin دجىthe darkness القبرof the grave
سلاما ولا أملا سوى في دجى القبر
As though the nights had sworn never to let him taste
It is as if the nights swore never to let him taste
peace or hope except in the darkness of the grave.
Tranquility or hope except in the gloom of the grave
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إلىto الصديقthe friend الشاعرthe poet محمدMuhammad حسنHasan فقيFaqi
إلى الصديق الشاعر محمد حسن فقي
جدةJeddah: 1977مCE 1397هـAH
جدة: 1977م 1397هـ
To my friend, the poet Muhammad Hasan Faqi
To my friend, the poet Muhammad Hassan Faqih
Jeddah: 1977 CE / 1397 AH
Jeddah: 1977 AD 1397 AH
Sol 6.1