جاءَتshe came تُوَدِّعُنيto bid me farewell وَالدَمعُand tears يَغلُبُهاoverwhelm her
جاءَت تُوَدِّعُني وَالدَمعُ يَغلُبُها
عِندَat الرَحيلِdeparture وَحاديand the camel-driver of البَينِseparation مُنصَلِتُhastening ahead
عِندَ الرَحيلِ وَحادي البَينِ مُنصَلِتُ
She came to bid me farewell, while tears overwhelmed her,
She came to bid me farewell, overcome with tears
At departure, as separation's camel-driver hurried on.
At the time of departure, while the camel driver was hurrying us
وَأَقبَلَتand she approached وَهيَwhile she was فيin خَوفٍfear وَفيand in دَهشٍbewilderment
وَأَقبَلَت وَهيَ في خَوفٍ وَفي دَهشٍ
مِثلَlike الغَزالِthe gazelle مِنَfrom الأَشراكِthe snares يَنفَلِتُbreaks free
مِثلَ الغَزالِ مِنَ الأَشراكِ يَنفَلِتُ
And she approached in fear and bewilderment,
She approached, fearful and startled
Like a gazelle breaking free of snares.
Like a gazelle escaping the hunters' traps
فَلَمso not تُطِقshe could manage خيفَةَfor fear of الواشيthe slanderer تُوَدِّعُنيto bid me farewell
فَلَم تُطِق خيفَةَ الواشي تُوَدِّعُني
وَيحَwoe to الوُشاةِthe slanderers لَقَدindeed لامواthey reproached وَقَدand indeed شَمَتواthey gloated
وَيحَ الوُشاةِ لَقَد لاموا وَقَد شَمَتوا
So, fearing the slanderer, she could not bid me farewell.
She could not bear to bid me farewell in secret
Woe to the slanderers! They have indeed reproached and gloated.
While the guards mocked and gloated
وَقَفتُI stood أَبكيI weep وَراحَتand she departed وَهيَwhile she was باكِيَةٌweeping
وَقَفتُ أَبكي وَراحَت وَهيَ باكِيَةٌ
تَسيرُshe walks عَنّيaway from me قَليلاًa little ثُمَّthen تَلتَفِتُshe turns to look back
تَسيرُ عَنّي قَليلاً ثُمَّ تَلتَفِتُ
I stood weeping, and she departed in tears,
I stood weeping as she walked away crying
Walking a little way from me, then turning to look back.
Going from me a short distance, then turning to look back
فَياso O فُؤادِيَmy heart كَمhow much وَجدٍlonging وَكَمand how much حَزَنٍsorrow
فَيا فُؤادِيَ كَم وَجدٍ وَكَم حَزَنٍ
وَياand O زَمانِيَmy time ذاthis جَورٌinjustice وَذاand this عَنَتُhardship
وَيا زَمانِيَ ذا جَورٌ وَذا عَنَتُ
So, O my heart, how much longing and how much sorrow!
Oh my heart, such passion and sorrow!
And O my time, this is injustice, and this is hardship!
Oh my time, so cruel and tyrant-like!
Sol 6.1