أَرىI see الدَهرَtime يُنسينيmakes me forget أَحاديثَtales جَمَّةًmany
أَرى الدَهرَ يُنسيني أَحاديثَ جَمَّةً
أَتَتcame مِنfrom صَديقٍa friend أَوor عَدوٍّan enemy يُشيعُهاspreads them
أَتَت مِن صَديقٍ أَو عَدوٍّ يُشيعُها
I see time making me forget many tales
That came from a friend or an enemy who spreads them.
وَلَمand did not يُنسِنيهاmake me forget them الدَهرُtime إِلّاexcept وَذِكرُهاwhile her memory
وَلَم يُنسِنيها الدَهرُ إِلّا وَذِكرُها
بِحَيثُwhere تَحَنَّتcurved دونَin front of نَفسيmy soul ضُلوعُهاits ribs
بِحَيثُ تَحَنَّت دونَ نَفسي ضُلوعُها
And time has never made me forget them without her memory
Lying where the ribs curve protectively around my soul.
وَإِنand even if لَمnot يَكُنthere be مِنهاof her لَناfor us غَيرُother than ذَكرَةٍa remembrance
وَإِن لَم يَكُن مِنها لَنا غَيرُ ذَكرَةٍ
وَقَولٍand a saying لَعَلَّperhaps الدَهرَtime يَوماًone day يُريعُهاbrings her back
وَقَولٍ لَعَلَّ الدَهرَ يَوماً يُريعُها
Even if we have nothing of her but a memory
And the saying, “Perhaps time will bring her back one day,”
فَقَدfor indeed أَحرَزَتshe has won مِنّيfrom me فُؤاداًa heart مُتَيَّماًenslaved by love
فَقَد أَحرَزَت مِنّي فُؤاداً مُتَيَّماً
وَعَيناًand an eye عَلَيهاfor her لاnot تَجِفُّdry up دُموعُهاits tears
وَعَيناً عَلَيها لا تَجِفُّ دُموعُها
She has indeed won from me a heart enslaved by love,
And an eye whose tears for her never dry.
أَتَنسينَdo you forget? أَيّاميmy days وَأَيّامَكِand your days الَّتيwhich
أَتَنسينَ أَيّامي وَأَيّامَكِ الَّتي
إِذاwhen ذَكَرَتهاrecalls them النَفسُthe soul كادَتalmost تُذيعُهاdivulges them
إِذا ذَكَرَتها النَفسُ كادَت تُذيعُها
Do you forget my days and yours, which
The soul almost divulges whenever it recalls them?
Sol 6.1