ضِعتَyou were lost بَينَbetween النُهىreason وَبَينَand between الخَيالِimagination
ضِعتَ بَينَ النُهى وَبَينَ الخَيالِ
ياO حَكيمَsage النُفوسِsouls ياO اِبنَson المَعاليgreatness
يا حَكيمَ النُفوسِ يا اِبنَ المَعالي
You were lost between reason and imagination,
You were placed between inhibitions and imagination
O sage of souls, O son of greatness.
O wise soul, O son of greatness
ضِعتَyou were lost فيin الشَرقِthe East بَينَamong قَومٍa people هُجودٍslumbering
ضِعتَ في الشَرقِ بَينَ قَومٍ هُجودٍ
لَمnot يُفيقواthey awoke وَأُمَّةٍand a nation مِكسالِslothful
لَم يُفيقوا وَأُمَّةٍ مِكسالِ
You were lost in the East among a slumbering people
You were placed in the East among downfallen people
Who have not awakened, and a slothful nation.
Who did not awaken, and a lazy nation
قَدindeed أَذالوكَthey debased you بَينَamid أُنسٍconviviality وَكَأسٍand a cup
قَد أَذالوكَ بَينَ أُنسٍ وَكَأسٍ
وَغَرامٍand passion بِظَبيَةٍfor a doe أَوor غَزالِa gazelle
وَغَرامٍ بِظَبيَةٍ أَو غَزالِ
They have debased you amid conviviality and a winecup,
They have humiliated you between companionship and a cup
And passion for a doe or a gazelle,
And passion for a gazelle or a doe
وَنَسيبٍand love verse وَمِدحَةٍand panegyric وَهِجاءٍand satire
وَنَسيبٍ وَمِدحَةٍ وَهِجاءٍ
وَرِثاءٍand elegy وَفِتنَةٍand temptation وَضَلالِand error
وَرِثاءٍ وَفِتنَةٍ وَضَلالِ
And love verse, panegyric, and satire,
And lineage and praise and satire
And elegy, temptation, and error,
And elegy and sedition and misguidance
وَحَماسٍand fervor أَراهُI see it فيin غَيرِother than شَيءٍanything
وَحَماسٍ أَراهُ في غَيرِ شَيءٍ
وَصَغارٍand abasement يَجُرُّdrags ذَيلَthe train اِختِيالِarrogance
وَصَغارٍ يَجُرُّ ذَيلَ اِختِيالِ
And fervor I see spent on nothing,
And zeal I see it in nothing
And abasement dragging the train of arrogance.
And pettiness that trails the hem of pretense
عِشتَyou lived ماemphatic particle بَينَهُمamong them مُذالاًdebased مُضاعاًwasted
عِشتَ ما بَينَهُم مُذالاً مُضاعاً
وَكَذاand so كُنتَyou were فيin العُصورِthe ages الخَواليbygone
وَكَذا كُنتَ في العُصورِ الخَوالي
You lived among them, debased and wasted,
You have lived among them disgraced and lost
And so you were in bygone ages.
And so you were in past eras
حَمَّلوكَthey burdened you العَناءَthe anguish مِنfrom حُبِّlove لَيلىLayla
حَمَّلوكَ العَناءَ مِن حُبِّ لَيلى
وَسُلَيمىand Sulayma وَوَقفَةِand a halt الأَطلالِthe ruins
وَسُلَيمى وَوَقفَةِ الأَطلالِ
They burdened you with the anguish of loving Layla
They burdened you with sorrow from the love of Layla
And Sulayma, and halting at the ruins,
And Sulayma and the ruins of encampments
وَبُكاءٍand weeping عَلىfor عَزيزٍa dear one تَوَلّىdeparted
وَبُكاءٍ عَلى عَزيزٍ تَوَلّى
وَرُسومٍand traces راحَتwent away بِهِنَّwith them اللَياليthe nights
وَرُسومٍ راحَت بِهِنَّ اللَيالي
And weeping for a dear one who departed,
And crying over a dear one who turned away
And traces that the nights have carried away.
And customs that have been taken by the nights
وَإِذاand if ماemphatic particle سَمَواthey rose بِقَدرِكَwith your stature يَوماًone day
وَإِذا ما سَمَوا بِقَدرِكَ يَوماً
أَسكَنوكَthey lodged you الرِحالَthe saddles فَوقَatop الجِمالِthe camels
أَسكَنوكَ الرِحالَ فَوقَ الجِمالِ
And if one day they raised your stature,
And if one day they elevate your worth
They lodged you in the saddles atop the camels.
They house you atop camels to settle
آنَthe time has come ياO شِعرُpoetry أَنthat نَفُكَّwe loosen قُيوداًshackles
آنَ يا شِعرُ أَن نَفُكَّ قُيوداً
قَيَّدَتناbound us بِهاwith them دُعاةُadvocates المُحالِthe impossible
قَيَّدَتنا بِها دُعاةُ المُحالِ
It is time, O poetry, for us to loosen the shackles
Now, O poetry, it is time to undo shackles
With which the advocates of the impossible have bound us.
With which the advocates of the impossible have fettered us
فَاِرفَعواso lift هَذِهِthese الكَمائِمِthe muzzles عَنّاfrom us
فَاِرفَعوا هَذِهِ الكَمائِمِ عَنّا
وَدَعوناand let us نَشُمُّwe breathe in ريحَthe wind الشَمالِthe north
وَدَعونا نَشُمُّ ريحَ الشَمالِ
So lift these muzzles from us,
So lift these veils from us
And let us breathe the north wind.
And let us smell the wind of the north
Sol 6.1