ألاOh! ليتwould that شعريmy knowing فيكabout you هلwhether أنتyou ذاكريremembering me
ألا ليت شعري فيك هل أنت ذاكري
فذكراكfor remembering you فيin الدنياthe world إليto me حبيبdear
فذكراك في الدنيا إلي حبيب
Oh, if only I knew: do you remember me?
Oh, if only I knew if you still remember me,
For remembering you is dear to me in this world.
For your memory in this life is most beloved to me.
وياand oh ليتwould that شعريmy knowing هلwhether تزورنyou will visit مرةonce
ويا ليت شعري هل تزورن مرة
فتعفوso may fade كلومwounds للهوىof love وندوبand scars
فتعفو كلوم للهوى وندوب
And oh, if only I knew: will you visit once,
Oh, if only I knew if you would visit me someday,
So love's wounds and scars may fade away?
So you pardon the wounds of love's sorrows.
لقدindeed طالhas lasted long تحنانيmy yearning إليكfor you ولهفتيand my anguish
لقد طال تحناني إليك ولهفتي
وأنتwhile you ضحوكever laughing لاnot تحسfeel طروبmerry
وأنت ضحوك لا تحس طروب
Long have my yearning for you and my anguish endured.
My yearning for you has been so long, and my craving,
While you are laughing and merry, feeling nothing.
While you remain smiling, not feeling my troubles.
بلىyes كلevery حبlove ليسis not يخلوfree منof الجوىburning anguish
بلى كل حب ليس يخلو من الجوى
ولكنbut جرحيmy wound منfrom هواكlove for you رغيبvast
ولكن جرحي من هواك رغيب
Yes, no love is free of burning anguish.
Yes, no love is without sorrow,
But my wound from loving you is vast.
But my wound from your love still bleeds.
لقدindeed كنتI was أدريaware أنthat للحبlove has أسهماًarrows
لقد كنت أدري أن للحب أسهماً
ولكننيbut I لمdid not أدرknow كيفhow تصيبthey strike
ولكنني لم أدر كيف تصيب
Indeed, I knew that love had arrows,
I knew that love has arrows,
But I did not know how they strike.
But I did not know how they would strike.
نشدتكI implore you ياO طيرbirds القلوبof hearts تجنيavoid (apparently intended)
نشدتك يا طير القلوب تجني
شراكthe snares of الهوىlove إنindeed الفضاءthe open sky رحيبvast
شراك الهوى إن الفضاء رحيب
I implore you, O birds of hearts: avoid
I called to you, O bird of hearts, beware
Love's snares, for the open sky is vast.
The snares of love, for the sky is vast.
فإنكfor indeed you إنif تحدقencircle بكنaround you شراكهits snares
فإنك إن تحدق بكن شراكه
يطلwill lengthen بكfor you عيشa life بالشقاءwith misery خضيبstained
يطل بك عيش بالشقاء خضيب
For if its snares encircle you,
For if you stare at its traps,
A life stained with misery will drag on for you.
You will live a life of sorrow and grief.
لقدindeed كنتI was حراًfree مثلكنlike you ممتعاenjoying life
لقد كنت حراً مثلكن ممتعا
أروحI go out وماليand I have no فكرةcare وأؤوبand I return
أروح ومالي فكرة وأؤوب
Indeed, I was free like you, enjoying life,
I was free like you, happy,
I would go out and return without a care.
Coming and going, with no thoughts or cares.
فللَهso, by God! أيامdays إذاwhen ماever ادكرتهاI recall them
فللَه أيام إذا ما ادكرتها
جننتI go mad جنونwith the madness of اليمthe sea وهوwhen it is غضوبfurious
جننت جنون اليم وهو غضوب
God, what days! Whenever I recall them,
But oh, those days when I think of them!
I go mad like the sea when it rages.
They drive me mad with angry passion.
تحدثنيtell me الأحلامdreams أنكthat you مسعديone who gladdens me
تحدثني الأحلام أنك مسعدي
وتلكyet those ظنونfancies برقهنtheir lightning خلوبdeceptive
وتلك ظنون برقهن خلوب
Dreams tell me that you will make me happy,
Dreams tell me you have made me happy,
Yet those are fancies whose lightning deceives.
But those are merely lovely delusions.
وكيفand how وقدwhen already جفتhas dried up حياتيmy life وصوحand has withered الرhope (first part)
وكيف وقد جفت حياتي وصوح الر
جاءhope (continuation) فماso nothing بينamong الغصونthe branches رطيبfresh
جاء فما بين الغصون رطيب
And how, when my life has dried up and withered is
For how could that be when my life has withered and the
Hope, with nothing fresh left among the branches?
Dew no longer falls on the branches?
ذبلتI have withered ذبولlike the withering of الزهرflowers أخطأهhas missed it الحياrain
ذبلت ذبول الزهر أخطأه الحيا
وقدand indeed ذبتI have melted مثلlike الشمعwax وهوwhen it is لهيبaflame
وقد ذبت مثل الشمع وهو لهيب
I have withered like flowers the rain has missed,
I have faded like the flower missed by the rain,
And I have melted like wax when it is aflame.
And melted away like a candle's flame.
فياso, O نورlight عيشيof my life أنthat فيin القلبthe heart ظلمةٌdarkness
فيا نور عيشي أن في القلب ظلمةٌ
فلحso shine ليfor me فقدfor indeed أدجىhas darkened السماءthe sky مغيبsunset
فلح لي فقد أدجى السماء مغيب
So, O light of my life, there is darkness in my heart;
O light of my life, there is darkness in my heart,
So shine for me, for sunset has darkened the sky.
So shine on me, for the sky has set.
وياand O نورlight عيشيof my life فيمwhy صدكyour rejection والقلىand aversion
ويا نور عيشي فيم صدك والقلى
وفيمand why ارتدادwithdrawal الطرفof the gaze وهوwhen it is طبيبa healer
وفيم ارتداد الطرف وهو طبيب
And O light of my life, why your rejection and aversion?
O light of my life, why have you shunned me,
And why turn your gaze away, when it is a healer?
And why has your gaze turned away though you are my remedy?
وياand O طيرbird حبيof my love هلdo تخافyou fear ودادتيmy affection
ويا طير حبي هل تخاف ودادتي
وتكرهand you hate أنthat يصبوshould yearn إليكfor you أديبa man of letters
وتكره أن يصبو إليك أديب
And O bird of my love, do you fear my affection,
O bird of my love, do you fear my devotion
And hate that a man of letters should yearn for you?
And hate that a poet adores you so?
وياand O طيرbird حبيof my love إنindeed لحناa melody تقولهyou sing it
ويا طير حبي إن لحنا تقوله
يردrestores إليto me العيشlife وهوand it is خصيبfertile
يرد إلي العيش وهو خصيب
And O bird of my love, surely a melody you sing
O bird of my love, if only you would sing the melody
Returns life to me, fertile once more.
That restores my life to bountiful freshness!
دمىmy blood فيin عروقيmy veins ليسdoes not يهداgrow still فأجنيso save me (apparently intended)
دمى في عروقي ليس يهدا فأجني
فإنيfor I منto خطبthe calamity of الجنونmadness قريبclose
فإني من خطب الجنون قريب
My blood will not grow still in my veins—so save me,
There is no peace in my veins, so I reap
For I am close to the calamity of madness.
The harvest of madness, for I am so near.
وإلّاand if not فصبthen pour السمpoison فيinto الكأسthe cup واسقنيand give me drink
وإلّا فصب السم في الكأس واسقني
فإنfor indeed حياةa life اليأسof despair ليسdoes not تطيبbecome sweet
فإن حياة اليأس ليس تطيب
Or else pour poison into the cup and give it to me to drink,
Else, pour the poison in the cup and let me drink,
For a life of despair is not sweet.
For a life of despair holds no sweetness.
Sol 6.1