تُرَىI wonder ياO زَمَانَtime of الوَصلِunion هَلwhether أنتَyou رَاجِعُreturning
تُرَى يا زَمَانَ الوَصلِ هَل أنتَ رَاجِعُ
وَهَلand whether مَاضِيَthe past of الأفعَالِthe deeds مِنكَof yours مُضارعُpresent (tense)
وَهَل مَاضِيَ الأفعَالِ مِنكَ مُضارعُ
I wonder, O time of union, will you return?
Will you, O time of union, return, I wonder,
And will your past deeds become present again?
And will your past deeds be recurrent?
وَلَولاَand were it not for دُمُوعٌtears أشعَلَset ablaze الجَمرُthe embers بَاطِنِيmy inner self
وَلَولاَ دُمُوعٌ أشعَلَ الجَمرُ بَاطِنِي
وَلَولاَand were it not for جَمَارِيmy embers أغرَقَتنِيdrowned me المَدَامِعُthe tears
وَلَولاَ جَمَارِي أغرَقَتنِي المَدَامِعُ
And but for tears, the embers would have set my inner self ablaze.
Were it not for tears that ignited embers within me,
And but for my embers, the tears would have drowned me.
Were it not for my coals, tears would have drowned me,
وَمِثلِيand my likeness كَثَكلَىlike a bereaved mother فَارَقَتshe parted from أنسَthe companionship of حِبِّهَاher beloved
وَمِثلِي كَثَكلَى فَارَقَت أنسَ حِبِّهَا
وَمِثلِيَand my likeness مُوسَىMoses فَارَقَتهُleft him المَرَاضِعُthe wet nurses
وَمِثلِيَ مُوسَى فَارَقَتهُ المَرَاضِعُ
And I am like a bereaved mother, parted from her beloved's company.
And one like me Khuthaylah left the intimacy of her beloved,
And I am like Moses, whom the wet nurses left.
And one like me Moses left his wet nurses,
وَمَاand not شَيبُgrayness of رَأسِيmy head مِنfrom سِنِينَyears تطاولَتgrew long
وَمَا شَيبُ رَأسِي مِن سِنِينَ تطاولَت
عَلَيَّupon me وَلَكِنand yet شَيَّبَتنِيturned me gray الوَقَائِعُthe calamities
عَلَيَّ وَلَكِن شَيَّبَتنِي الوَقَائِعُ
And my gray hair is not from years that dragged on
It is not my head turned white with years gone by,
For me; rather, calamities have turned me gray.
But events that turned my hair white.
Sol 6.1