أقُولُI say وقَدand already طَالhas grown long السُّهَادُsleeplessness بِذِكرِهِthrough remembrance of him
أقُولُ وقَد طَال السُّهَادُ بِذِكرِهِ
وقَدand already هَمَّwas poised نِسرُthe eagle الشُّهبِthe bright stars بِالطَّيَرانِfor flight
وقَد هَمَّ نِسرُ الشُّهبِ بِالطَّيَرانِ
I say, as sleeplessness has dragged on through remembrance of him,
I say, as wakefulness is prolonged with his mention,
and the eagle of the bright stars has readied itself for flight,
And the shooting stars are bent on flying,
وقَدand already خَفَقflickered البَرقُthe lightning الضَّرُوبُfiercely striking كَأنَّهُas though it were
وقَد خَفَق البَرقُ الضَّرُوبُ كَأنَّهُ
حُسَامُa sharp sword شُجَاعٍa brave man أوor فُؤادُthe heart جَبَانِa coward
حُسَامُ شُجَاعٍ أو فُؤادُ جَبَانِ
and the fiercely striking lightning has flickered as though it were
And lightning flickers as if
a brave man's sword or a coward's heart.
It were the sword of a brave man or the heart of a coward
يَشُقُّit rends حِدادmourning garb اللَّيلِthe night مِنهُfrom it بِراحَةٍwith a palm
يَشُقُّ حِداد اللَّيلِ مِنهُ بِراحَةٍ
مُخَضَّبَةٍdyed أوor دِرعَهُits armor بِسِنَانِwith a spearpoint
مُخَضَّبَةٍ أو دِرعَهُ بِسِنَانِ
It rends the night's mourning garb with its own palm,
Cleaving the blackness of night with ease
dyed, or its armor with a spearpoint.
Dyed red or its coat of mail with spears.
أشَارhe gestured تجاهيtoward me بِالسَّلامِin greeting فَأودعَاso they both lodged
أشَار تجاهي بِالسَّلامِ فَأودعَا
سَنَاradiance البَرقِthe lightning قَلباًa heart عاشقاin love لَهُto him عَانِيcaptive
سَنَا البَرقِ قَلباً عاشقا لَهُ عَانِي
He gestured toward me in greeting, and both lodged
He greeted me, then bade farewell,
the lightning's radiance in a loving heart, captive to him.
And the lightning's brilliance lodged a heart enamored of him, suffering.
تَراءىappeared لِعَينِيto my eye خَدُّهُhis cheek فَانبَرتand it responded لَهُto it
تَراءى لِعَينِي خَدُّهُ فَانبَرت لَهُ
بِدمعٍwith tears جَرَىflowed مِنfrom مُقلَتِيmy eye فَشَفَانِيand so soothed me
بِدمعٍ جَرَى مِن مُقلَتِي فَشَفَانِي
His cheek appeared before my eye, which answered it
His cheek seemed before my eyes, so I sprang up to it
with tears that flowed from my eye and soothed me.
With tears that streamed from my eyelids curing me.
فَبِتُّso I spent the night بِأشواقِيby my longings قَتِيلاًslain وإنَّمَاand only
فَبِتُّ بِأشواقِي قَتِيلاً وإنَّمَا
ضجِيعِيmy bedfellow دمعِيmy tears فَاضoverflowed أحمَرred قَانِيdeep crimson
ضجِيعِي دمعِي فَاض أحمَر قَانِي
So I spent the night slain by my longings, and only
I pass the night slain by my passions. My only
my tears were my bedfellow, overflowing crimson-red.
Bedmate is my flooding crimson tears.
كَأنَّas though نُجُومstars الزَّهرِthe blossoms حَولِيaround me مَآتِمٌmourning assemblies
كَأنَّ نُجُوم الزَّهرِ حَولِي مَآتِمٌ
غُرابُthe raven الدُّجَىthe darkness مَا(emphatic particle) بَينَهُنَّamong them نَعَانِيproclaimed my death
غُرابُ الدُّجَى مَا بَينَهُنَّ نَعَانِي
As though the starry blossoms around me were mourning assemblies,
It's as if the stars of flowers around me are bereavements,
the raven of darkness among them proclaimed my death.
The raven of nightfall between them wailing.
خَرَرتُI fell down لِذِكراهُمat their memory عَلَىdespite البُعدِthe distance سَاجِداًprostrate
خَرَرتُ لِذِكراهُم عَلَى البُعدِ سَاجِداً
فَإنso if لاحhe appears مِنfrom قُربٍnearby فَكَيفthen how تَرانِيwould you see me
فَإن لاح مِن قُربٍ فَكَيف تَرانِي
I fell prostrate at their memory, despite the distance;
I bowed down in yearning for them from afar.
so if he appears nearby, how would you see me then?
If they come near, imagine how you’d find me!
Sol 6.1