حالَintervened بَينَbetween الجَفنِthe eyelid وَالوَسَنِand slumber
حالَ بَينَ الجَفنِ وَالوَسَنِ
حائِلٌa barrier لَوif شِئتَyou wished لَمnot يَكُنِexist
حائِلٌ لَو شِئتَ لَم يَكُنِ
Between eyelid and slumber has arisen
Between my eyelids and sleep
a barrier that, had you wished, would not exist.
An obstacle lies, if only you wished it gone
أَناI وَالأَيّامُand the days تَقذِفُtoss بيme
أَنا وَالأَيّامُ تَقذِفُ بي
بَينَbetween مُشتاقٍone who longs وَمُفتَتِنِand one enthralled
بَينَ مُشتاقٍ وَمُفتَتِنِ
Here I am, while the days toss me
I and the days toss me
between longing and infatuation.
Between a longing one and an infatuated one
ليI have فُؤادٌa heart فيكَfor you تُنكِرُهُdo not recognize it
لي فُؤادٌ فيكَ تُنكِرُهُ
أَضلُعيmy ribs مِنfrom شِدَّةِthe intensity of الوَهَنِweakness
أَضلُعي مِن شِدَّةِ الوَهَنِ
I have a heart for you, unrecognized
I have a heart in you, you deny
by my ribs, so great is its weakness.
My ribs weakened from sadness
وَزَفيرٌand a sigh لَوif عَلِمتَyou knew بِهِof it
وَزَفيرٌ لَو عَلِمتَ بِهِ
خِلتَyou would think نارَthe fire of الفُرسِthe Persians فيin بَدَنيmy body
خِلتَ نارَ الفُرسِ في بَدَني
And a sigh that, if you knew of it,
And a sigh, if you knew of it
you would think the Persians' fire was in my body.
You would set the fire of separation in my body
ياO لَقَوميmy people, to my aid! إِنَّنيindeed I رَجُلٌa man
يا لَقَومي إِنَّني رَجُلٌ
حِرتُI was bewildered فيabout أَمريmy affairs وَفيand about زَمَنيmy times
حِرتُ في أَمري وَفي زَمَني
O my people! I am a man
O my people, I am a man
bewildered by my affairs and my times.
Perplexed in my matter and my time
أَجَفاءًis it estrangement? أَشتَكيI lament وَشَقاًand misery
أَجَفاءً أَشتَكي وَشَقاً
إِنَّindeed هَذاthis مُنتَهىthe utmost of المِحَنِafflictions
إِنَّ هَذا مُنتَهى المِحَنِ
Is it estrangement and misery that I lament?
Complaining of estrangement and hardship
Truly, this is the height of affliction.
This is the utmost of tribulations
ياO هُماماًa noble hero فيin الزَمانِthe age لَهُhe has
يا هُماماً في الزَمانِ لَهُ
هِمَّةٌan ambition دَقَّتwas too subtle عَنِfor الفِطَنِkeen minds
هِمَّةٌ دَقَّت عَنِ الفِطَنِ
O noble hero, who in this age possesses
O you who aspires in time
an ambition beyond the grasp of keen minds;
With an aspiration that transcends the prudent one
وَفَتىًand a youth لَوif حَلَّsettled خاطِرُهُhis thought
وَفَتىً لَو حَلَّ خاطِرُهُ
فيin لَياليthe nights of الدَهرِtime لَمnot تَخُنِbetray
في لَيالي الدَهرِ لَم تَخُنِ
and O youth, whose thought, were it to dwell
And a young man whose thoughts
in the nights of time, would keep them from betraying.
In the nights of time, do not betray
ياO أَميرَEmir of الحَجِّthe pilgrimage أَنتَyou لَهُfor it
يا أَميرَ الحَجِّ أَنتَ لَهُ
خَيرُthe best واقٍprotector خَيرُthe best مُؤتَمَنِtrusted guardian
خَيرُ واقٍ خَيرُ مُؤتَمَنِ
O Emir of the Pilgrimage, you are its
O prince of pilgrimage, you are for it
best protector and most trusted guardian.
The best guardian, the best trustee
هَزَّكَstirred you البَيتُthe House الحَرامُthe Sacred لَهُfor it
هَزَّكَ البَيتُ الحَرامُ لَهُ
هِزَّةَthe stirring of المُشتاقِone who longs لِلوَطَنِfor the homeland
هِزَّةَ المُشتاقِ لِلوَطَنِ
The Sacred House stirred you with longing for it,
The Sacred House shook for you
as one yearning for his homeland is stirred.
A shaking of longing for homeland
فَرِحَتrejoiced أَرضُthe land of الحِجازِthe Hijaz بِكُمin you all
فَرِحَت أَرضُ الحِجازِ بِكُم
فَرحَهاits rejoicing بِالهاطِلِin pouring rain الهَتِنِunceasing
فَرحَها بِالهاطِلِ الهَتِنِ
The land of the Hijaz rejoiced in you,
The land of Hijaz rejoiced in you
as it rejoices in abundant, unceasing rain.
Its rejoicing in the fine drizzle
وَسَرَتand spread بُشرىglad tidings of القُدومِthe arrival لَهُمto them
وَسَرَت بُشرى القُدومِ لَهُم
بِكَwith you مِنfrom مِصرٍEgypt إِلىto عَدَنِAden
بِكَ مِن مِصرٍ إِلى عَدَنِ
And glad tidings of your arrival spread among them,
And the good news of the arrival came to it
from Egypt to Aden.
With you from Egypt to Aden
Sol 6.1