تولَّواthey departed وأسرابُand flocks of الدموعtears تفيضُoverflow
تولَّوا وأسرابُ الدموع تفيضُ
وليليand my night طويلٌlong بالهمومwith cares عريضُbroad
وليلي طويلٌ بالهموم عريضُ
They departed, and flocks of tears overflow.
They turned away, while streams of tears overflowed,
And my night is long, broad with cares.
And my night grew long with abundant sorrows.
ولمّاand when استقلُّواthey set off أسلمَgave over الوجدlonging مهجتيmy soul
ولمّا استقلُّوا أسلمَ الوجد مهجتي
إلىto عَزَماتٍresolves ماnot لهنّfor them نهوضrising
إلى عَزَماتٍ ما لهنّ نهوض
And when they set off, longing gave my soul over
When they left, passionate love surrendered my being,
To resolves that have no strength to rise.
To resolves that have no power to arise.
تَوَقَّدُblaze نيرانfires of الجوىheartache بينbetween أضلُعيmy ribs
تَوَقَّدُ نيران الجوى بين أضلُعي
إذاwhen لاحgleams منfrom برقlightning of العشاءevening وميضa flash
إذا لاح من برق العشاء وميض
The fires of heartache blaze between my ribs
The fires of passion blazed between my ribs,
Whenever a flash of evening lightning gleams.
When the lightning of the evening shone for an instant.
ولمand did not تبقremain ليfor me إلاexcept جفونeyelids قريحةٌwounded
ولم تبق لي إلا جفون قريحةٌ
وعَظمand bone بَراهُwore it down الشوقlonging فهوso it is مهيضbroken
وعَظم بَراهُ الشوق فهو مهيض
And nothing remains to me but wounded eyelids
Naught remains for me but aching eyelids,
And bone worn down by longing, left broken.
While ardent longing has worn my bones frail.
فَغَنِّso sing لمحزونfor a grieving person جفاshunned النومُsleep جفنَهُhis eyelid
فَغَنِّ لمحزون جفا النومُ جفنَهُ
فليسfor there is no لهfor him حتىuntil الوصالِreunion غموضclosing of the eyes
فليس له حتى الوصالِ غموض
So sing for a grieving man whose eyelid sleep has shunned,
So sing, O sad one whom sleep shunned,
For he cannot close his eyes until reunion.
For even union has no secrets for you.
شجانيgrieved me مغانيdwellings of الحيthe tribe وانشقتand split apart العصاthe staff
شجاني مغاني الحي وانشقت العصا
وصاحand cried غرابthe raven of البينseparation أنتyou مريضill
وصاح غراب البين أنت مريض
The tribe's dwellings grieved me, and the staff of unity split,
My intimate sang the songs of the abandoned camp, the stick broke,
And the raven of separation cried, 'You are ill.'
And the raven of separation croaked "You are sick."
Sol 6.1