ياO جيزةGiza ودعواthey bade farewell والقلبand the heart منصدعtorn apart
يا جيزة ودعوا والقلب منصدع
هلis there فيin اللقاءreunion علىdespite بعدthe remoteness of المدىthe distance طمعُhope
هل في اللقاء على بعد المدى طمعُ
O Giza, they bade farewell, and the heart was torn apart.
O Giza, farewell, though my heart is torn,
Is there hope of reunion, despite the great distance?
Is there hope of meeting again across the distant horizon?
راحواthey departed وقدand already أودعَتhad been filled with أحشاؤهمtheir entrails حرقاburning anguish
راحوا وقد أودعَت أحشاؤهم حرقا
للَهfor God ماwhat أودعواthey deposited بالجزعat the valley bend إذwhen جزعواthey grieved
للَه ما أودعوا بالجزع إذ جزعوا
They departed, their inward parts filled with burning anguish.
They left, and their insides burned with sorrow,
God, what they left at the valley bend when they grieved!
By God, their grief was not feigned when they grieved,
دارتpassed round عليهمamong them كؤوسcups الدمعof tears مترعةٌbrimming
دارت عليهم كؤوس الدمع مترعةٌ
تسقيهمgiving them to drink جرعاdraughts منfrom بعدafter ماwhat جرعواthey swallowed
تسقيهم جرعا من بعد ما جرعوا
Brimming cups of tears passed round among them,
Cups of tears passed around them,
Giving them draughts after those they had already swallowed.
Quenching them with sips after they had drunk deep,
عنfrom يثربYathrib رحلواthey departed وكلّand every راحلةriding camel
عن يثرب رحلوا وكلّ راحلة
فيهاin it حنينyearning لهbecause of it الأحشاءthe entrails تنصدعare torn apart
فيها حنين له الأحشاء تنصدع
They departed from Yathrib, and every riding camel
From Yathrib they travelled, and every traveller’s saddlebags
Bore a yearning that tore the inward parts apart.
Contained yearning that tore their insides,
شامواthey sighted منfrom الخيفal-Khayf برقاًlightning صادقاًtrue فهَفَتso billowed
شاموا من الخيف برقاً صادقاً فهَفَت
لبينهat its parting سحبُclouds of دمعtears ليسdo not تنقشعdisperse
لبينه سحبُ دمع ليس تنقشع
They sighted true lightning from al-Khayf, and there billowed
They saw sincere lightning flash from the clouds,
At its parting clouds of tears that do not disperse.
Whose tears fell in streams that would not dry,
ثنواthey turned أزمَّتَهُمtheir reins يومon the day of الرحيلdeparture ومنand from
ثنوا أزمَّتَهُم يوم الرحيل ومن
كلّevery الثناياmountain pass لهاtoward them الآمالhopes تطلعrise
كلّ الثنايا لها الآمال تطلع
They turned their reins on the day of departure, and from
They loaded their burdens on the day they departed, and from
Every mountain pass, hopes rose toward them.
Every crease hopes emerged,
منfrom الضناwasting sickness خلعواthey bestowed عليهمupon them خلَعاrobes of honor
من الضنا خلعوا عليهم خلَعا
للَهfor God عندat انتزاحthe growing distance of الدارthe dwelling ماwhat خلعواthey bestowed
للَه عند انتزاح الدار ما خلعوا
They bestowed upon them robes of wasting sickness;
In poverty they clothed them in robes,
God, what they bestowed when the dwelling grew distant!
By God, when they left that house nothing remained,
لمwhy لاnot يرونthey regard الضناwasting sickness يومon the day of النوىseparation خلعاrobes of honor
لم لا يرون الضنا يوم النوى خلعا
ومنand from سناهاits radiance علىupon أعطافهمtheir shoulders خلعrobes of honor
ومن سناها على أعطافهم خلع
Why should they not regard wasting sickness on parting day as robes of honor,
Why did they not see those robes as gifts on the day of intent,
When robes from its radiance rest upon their shoulders?
And who draped them over their shoulders as gifts?
ياO أرضland of طيبةTayba والآمالand the hopes مطمعةٌenticing
يا أرض طيبة والآمال مطمعةٌ
هلis there ليfor me بساحاتin the courtyards of ذاكthat الربعabode مرتبعa springtime dwelling
هل لي بساحات ذاك الربع مرتبع
O land of Tayba, while hopes entice,
O blessed land, hopes still aspire,
Is there a springtime home for me in the courtyards of that abode?
Will those meadows again be my refuge?
نادىcalled out علاكyour exalted glory بآمالwith the hopes of الورىhumankind فلهاso for them
نادى علاك بآمال الورى فلها
معwith الأماليthe dictated teachings فيin ناديكyour assembly مجتمعa meeting place
مع الأمالي في ناديك مجتمع
Your exalted glory voiced humankind's hopes; they have
Its heights called to the hopes of mankind, and so
A meeting place with the dictated teachings in your assembly.
Hopes gathered in your valleys,
ألبستyou clothed بهجتكyour splendor الأيامthe days فابتهجتso they rejoiced
ألبست بهجتك الأيام فابتهجت
وحلand dwelt فيكin you التقىpiety والدينand faith والورعand scrupulous devotion
وحل فيك التقى والدين والورع
You clothed the days in your splendor, and they rejoiced,
You wore joy for days, and so rejoiced,
And piety, faith, and scrupulous devotion dwelt in you.
Piety, religion and devotion lived in you,
ياO حسرةًsorrow لبعيدfor one far from الدارhome مكتئبdowncast
يا حسرةً لبعيد الدار مكتئب
لمnot يبقremains منهof him لصرفfrom the changing fortunes of الدهرtime منتفِعone benefiting
لم يبق منه لصرف الدهر منتفِع
Alas for one far from home, downcast:
Alas for the grief of the distant abode,
Nothing of him remains to profit from time's changing fortunes.
No benefit remains for the turning of fate,
جارdealt unjustly الزمانtime عليهwith him فيin حكومتهits judgment
جار الزمان عليه في حكومته
فصارso he became يصغىhe gives ear لماto what يلقىhe encounters ويستمعand listens
فصار يصغى لما يلقى ويستمع
Time dealt unjustly with him in its judgment,
Time rules tyrannically over it
So he now gives ear to what befalls him, and listens.
So it listens to what befalls it and hears,
سكانُdwellers وادىthe valley of الحمىthe sanctuary والمنحنىand the bend ومنىand Mina
سكانُ وادى الحمى والمنحنى ومنى
ترىI wonder علىacross البعدthe distance ماwhat منfrom بعدِهafter him صنعواthey have done
ترى على البعد ما من بعدِه صنعوا
The dwellers of the sanctuary's valley, the bend, and Mina—
The dwellers of Wadi al-Hami, al-Munhai and Mina
I wonder, from afar, what they have done since his departure.
From afar cannot match what they once were,
تلكthose المغانيdwelling places وإنand even if شطis far المزارthe place of visitation بهاat them
تلك المغاني وإن شط المزار بها
قلبيmy heart علىdespite بعدهاtheir distance حرّانburning with thirst منصدعtorn apart
قلبي على بعدها حرّان منصدع
Those dwelling places, though the journey to them is long—
Though singers still sing of those meadows,
My heart, despite their distance, is burning with thirst and torn apart.
My heart torn by distance still burns,
Sol 6.1