وَلَديmy son قَدindeed طالَhas lasted long سُهديmy sleeplessness وَنَحيبيand my sobbing
وَلَدي قَد طالَ سُهدي وَنَحيبي
جِئتُI came أَدعوكَI call you فَهَلso, will...? أَنتَyou مُجيبيone who answers me
جِئتُ أَدعوكَ فَهَل أَنتَ مُجيبي
My son, my sleeplessness and sobbing have lasted long.
My wailing and grief have been prolonged,
I have come to call you—will you answer me?
I came to call upon you, will you answer my plea?
جِئتُI came أَرويI water بِدُموعيwith my tears مَضجَعاًa resting place
جِئتُ أَروي بِدُموعي مَضجَعاً
فيهِin it أَودَعتُI laid مِنَof الدُنياthis world نَصيبيmy share
فيهِ أَودَعتُ مِنَ الدُنيا نَصيبي
I have come to water with my tears a resting place
I came to water with my tears the grave,
where I laid my share of this world.
In which I deposited my share of life.
لاdo not تَخَفfear مِنof وَحشَةِthe loneliness of القَبرِthe grave وَلاnor
لا تَخَف مِن وَحشَةِ القَبرِ وَلا
تَبتَئِسgrieve إِنّيindeed I مُوافٍcoming عَنafter قَريبِa short while
تَبتَئِس إِنّي مُوافٍ عَن قَريبِ
Do not fear the grave's loneliness, nor
Do not fear the loneliness of the grave, nor
grieve; I shall join you soon.
Grieve, I will join you soon.
أَناI لاnot أَترُكُI leave شِبليmy lion cub وَحدَهُby himself
أَنا لا أَترُكُ شِبلي وَحدَهُ
فيin جَديبٍa barren place موحِشٍdesolate غَيرِnot رَحيبِspacious
في جَديبٍ موحِشٍ غَيرِ رَحيبِ
I will not leave my lion cub alone
I will not leave my cub alone,
in a barren, desolate, narrow place.
In a desolate, inhospitable wilderness.
أَوَand is it...? حينَwhen اِبتَزَّrobbed دَهريmy years قُوَّتيmy strength
أَوَ حينَ اِبتَزَّ دَهري قُوَّتي
وَذَوىand withered عوديmy stem وَوافانيand came upon me مَشيبيmy gray hair
وَذَوى عودي وَوافاني مَشيبي
And is it when my years have robbed me of my strength,
When the vicissitudes of life sapped my strength,
and my stem has withered and gray hair has come upon me,
And my firewood burned out, and old age overtook me.
وَاِكتَسىand clothed itself غُصنُكَyour branch مِنfrom أَوراقِهِits leaves
وَاِكتَسى غُصنُكَ مِن أَوراقِهِ
تَحتَbeneath شَمسِthe sun of العِزِّglory وَالجاهِand prestige الخَصيبِflourishing
تَحتَ شَمسِ العِزِّ وَالجاهِ الخَصيبِ
and your branch has clothed itself in its leaves
And your branch was stripped of its leaves
beneath the sun of glory and flourishing prestige,
Under the sun of power and abundant prosperity.
وَرَجَوناand we hoped فيكَin you ماwhat لَمnot يَرجُهُhe hoped for it
وَرَجَونا فيكَ ما لَم يَرجُهُ
مُنجِبُa sire of الأَشبالِlion cubs فيin الشِبلِthe cub النَجيبِnoble
مُنجِبُ الأَشبالِ في الشِبلِ النَجيبِ
and we hoped in you for what had never been hoped for
And we hoped in you what the sire of cubs never hoped
by a sire of cubs for his noble cub—
In the precious cub.
يَنتَويكَtargets you المَوتُdeath فيin شَرخِthe prime of الصِباyouth
يَنتَويكَ المَوتُ في شَرخِ الصِبا
وَالشَبابُand youth الغَضُّtender فيin البُردِthe cloak القَشيبِnew
وَالشَبابُ الغَضُّ في البُردِ القَشيبِ
that death sets its sights on you in the prime of youth,
Death stalks you in the crack of youth
while tender youth is clad in a fresh new cloak?
And tender age in bitter cold.
لَمdid not يَدَعleave آسيكَyour healer جُهداًany effort إِنَّماit is only that
لَم يَدَع آسيكَ جُهداً إِنَّما
غابَwas hidden عِلمُthe knowledge of اللَهِGod عَنfrom عِلمِthe knowledge of الطَبيبِthe physician
غابَ عِلمُ اللَهِ عَن عِلمِ الطَبيبِ
Your healer spared no effort; it was only that
It left no remedy untried, but
God's knowledge lay beyond the physician's knowledge.
God’s knowledge eluded the physician’s knowledge.
إيهِAh! ياO عَبدَservant of الحَميدِthe Praiseworthy اُنظُرlook إِلىat
إيهِ يا عَبدَ الحَميدِ اُنظُر إِلى
والِدٍa father جَمِّfull of الأَسىgrief باديshowing الشُحوبِpallor
والِدٍ جَمِّ الأَسى بادي الشُحوبِ
Ah, Abd al-Hamid, look upon
Oh Abd al-Hamid, look at
a father full of grief, visibly pale,
A father overwhelmed with sorrow and pale.
ذاهِلٍstunned مِنby فَرطِthe enormity of ماwhat حَلَّbefell بِهِupon him
ذاهِلٍ مِن فَرطِ ما حَلَّ بِهِ
بَينَamong أَترابِكَyour peers يَمشيhe walks كَالغَريبِlike a stranger
بَينَ أَترابِكَ يَمشي كَالغَريبِ
stunned by the enormity of what has befallen him,
Bewildered with grief beyond limit
walking among your peers like a stranger.
Walking among your peers like a stranger.
كُلَّماwhenever أَبصَرَhe sees مِنهُمof them واحِداًone
كُلَّما أَبصَرَ مِنهُم واحِداً
هَزَّهُshakes him الشَوقُlonging إِلىfor وَجهِthe face of الحَبيبِthe beloved
هَزَّهُ الشَوقُ إِلى وَجهِ الحَبيبِ
Whenever he sees one of them,
Whenever he sees one of them,
longing for the beloved's face shakes him.
Yearning shakes him for the face of the beloved.
يَسأَلُhe asks الأَغصانَthe branches فيin أَزهارِهاtheir blossoms
يَسأَلُ الأَغصانَ في أَزهارِها
عَنabout أَخيهاtheir brother ذَلِكَthat الغُصنِthe branch الرَطيبِtender
عَن أَخيها ذَلِكَ الغُصنِ الرَطيبِ
He asks the branches amid their blossoms
He asks the branches in their flowers
about their brother, that tender branch.
About their sister, that delicate branch.
يَسأَلُhe asks الأَقمارَthe moons فيin إِشراقِهاtheir radiance
يَسأَلُ الأَقمارَ في إِشراقِها
عَنabout مُحَيّاa face غابَvanished مِنfrom قَبلِbefore المَغيبِthe setting
عَن مُحَيّا غابَ مِن قَبلِ المَغيبِ
He asks the moons in their radiance
He asks the moons in their shining
about a face that vanished before its setting.
About the vanished beloved.
غَمَرَengulfed الحُزنُgrief نَواحيthe corners of نَفسِهُhis soul
غَمَرَ الحُزنُ نَواحي نَفسِهُ
وَأَذابَتand melted لُبَّهُhis heart سودُdark الخُطوبِcalamities
وَأَذابَت لُبَّهُ سودُ الخُطوبِ
Grief has engulfed every corner of his soul,
Grief flooded the regions of his soul
and dark calamities have melted his heart.
And the darkness of sorrows melted his heart.
فَهوَso he لاnot يَنفَعُهُbenefits him العَيشُlife وَهَلand can...?
فَهوَ لا يَنفَعُهُ العَيشُ وَهَل
تَصلُحُbe sound الأَبدانُbodies مِنfrom غَيرِwithout قُلوبِhearts
تَصلُحُ الأَبدانُ مِن غَيرِ قُلوبِ
So life does him no good; and can
So life is no use to him, for can
bodies be sound without hearts?
Bodies thrive without hearts?
طالِعيlook upon ياO شَمسُsun قَبراًa grave ضَمَّهُholds him
طالِعي يا شَمسُ قَبراً ضَمَّهُ
بِالتَحاياwith greetings فيat شُروقٍsunrise وَغُروبِand sunset
بِالتَحايا في شُروقٍ وَغُروبِ
Look upon, O sun, the grave that holds him,
Rise, o sun, over a grave which
with greetings at sunrise and sunset.
With greetings at dawn and dusk you encompass!
وَاِسكُنيand dwell ياO رَحمَةَmercy of اللَهِGod بِهِin it
وَاِسكُني يا رَحمَةَ اللَهِ بِهِ
وَاِجعَليand make فَيضَكِyour outpouring مُنهَلَّgushing السُكوبِthe pouring
وَاِجعَلي فَيضَكِ مُنهَلَّ السُكوبِ
And dwell within it, O mercy of God,
Settle, o God's mercy, upon him
and let your bounty pour down in torrents.
And make your abundance the haven of the afflicted.
Sol 6.1