أَياO سَدرَةَlote-tree الواديthe valley عَلىby المَشرَعِthe watering place العَذبِsweet
أَيا سَدرَةَ الوادي عَلى المَشرَعِ العَذبِ
سَقاكِmay it water you حَياًrain حَيُّliving الثَرىthe moist earth مَيِّتُdead الجَدبِdrought
سَقاكِ حَياً حَيُّ الثَرى مَيِّتُ الجَدبِ
O lote-tree of the valley, by the sweet watering place,
O palm tree of the valley, watered on the sweet stream,
May rain water you, bringing earth to life and drought to death.
Made alive by the Living One who made the barren fertile.
كَذَبتُI was false to الهَوىlove إِنif لَمnot أَقِفI stop أَشتَكيI complain of الهَوىlove
كَذَبتُ الهَوى إِن لَم أَقِف أَشتَكي الهَوى
إِلَيكِto you وَإِنand even if طالَgrew long الطَريقُthe road عَلىfor صَحبيmy companions
إِلَيكِ وَإِن طالَ الطَريقُ عَلى صَحبي
I would be false to love if I did not stop to complain of love
I have not lied about passion - if I do not stop to complain of passion to you,
To you, even if the road grew long for my companions.
Though the road be long for my companions.
وَقَفتُI stood بِهاbeside it وَالصُبحُwhile dawn يَنتَهِبُplunders الدُجىthe darkness
وَقَفتُ بِها وَالصُبحُ يَنتَهِبُ الدُجى
بِأَضوائِهِwith its rays وَالنَجمُand the star يَركُضُraces فيin الغَربِthe west
بِأَضوائِهِ وَالنَجمُ يَركُضُ في الغَربِ
I stood beside it while dawn plundered the darkness
I stood by it while dawn plundered the gloom
With its rays, and the star raced in the west.
With its lights, and the star galloped into the west.
أُصانِعُI try to fend off أَطرافَthe first traces of الدُموعِtears فَمُقلَتيfor my eye
أُصانِعُ أَطرافَ الدُموعِ فَمُقلَتي
مُوَقَّرَةٌladen بِالدَمعِwith tears غَرباًa bucketful عَلىupon غَربِa bucketful
مُوَقَّرَةٌ بِالدَمعِ غَرباً عَلى غَربِ
I try to hold back the first tears, for my eye
I cajole the corners of tears, so my eyelids
Is laden with tears, bucketful upon bucketful.
Are honored with tears going west over west.
وَهَلand is...? هِيَit إِلّاbut حاجَةٌa wish قُضِيَتwas fulfilled لَناfor us
وَهَل هِيَ إِلّا حاجَةٌ قُضِيَت لَنا
وَلَومٌand reproach تَحَمَّلناهُwe bore it فيin طاعَةِobedience to الحُبِّlove
وَلَومٌ تَحَمَّلناهُ في طاعَةِ الحُبِّ
And is it anything but a wish fulfilled for us,
Is it not just a need fulfilled for us,
And reproach we bore in obedience to love?
And blame we have borne in obedience to love?
تَبَدَّلتُI took in exchange شَيباًgray hair بِالشَبابِfor youth فَإِنand if تَطِرthey take flight
تَبَدَّلتُ شَيباً بِالشَبابِ فَإِن تَطِر
شَياطينُthe demons لَذّاتيmy pleasures يَقَعنَthey alight عَلىat قُربِclose range
شَياطينُ لَذّاتي يَقَعنَ عَلى قُربِ
I have traded youth for gray hair; and if they take flight,
I have bartered youth for old age, so if the
The demons of my pleasures alight nearby.
Demons of my pleasures fall upon a tomb,
Sol 6.1