مَاwhat العِيدُEid كَيْفَhow أَصُوغُI shape مَعْنَىthe meaning of الْعِيدِEid؟
مَا العِيدُ كَيْفَ أَصُوغُ مَعْنَى الْعِيدِ؟
إِنِّيindeed I نَسِيتُI forgot مَعَازِفِيmy musical instruments وَنَشِيدِيand my song
إِنِّي نَسِيتُ مَعَازِفِي وَنَشِيدِي
What is Eid? How can I shape the meaning of Eid?
Indeed, I have forgotten my instruments and my song.
مَاwhat الْعِيدُEid .. إِنْif لَمْnot تَصْطَفِيكَshe chooses you حَبِيبَةٌa beloved woman
مَا الْعِيدُ .. إِنْ لَمْ تَصْطَفِيكَ حَبِيبَةٌ
تَسْتَلُّshe draws away حُزْنَكَyour sorrow فِيin رِضًاcontentment مَنْشُودِlonged-for
تَسْتَلُّ حُزْنَكَ فِي رِضًا مَنْشُودِ
What is Eid if no beloved chooses you,
Lifting away your sorrow in longed-for contentment?
مَاwhat الْعِيدُEid إِلَّاbut أَنْto تُوَاسِيَyou console بَاكِيًاsomeone weeping
مَا الْعِيدُ إِلَّا أَنْ تُوَاسِيَ بَاكِيًا
تُهْدِيyou give لَهُto him السُّلْوَىsolace بِغَيْرِwithout حُدُودِlimits
تُهْدِي لَهُ السُّلْوَى بِغَيْرِ حُدُودِ
What is Eid but to comfort one who weeps,
Giving him solace without bounds?
مَاwhat الْعِيدُEid وَالْأَوْجَاعُand the pains تَكْتَسِحُthey sweep across الْمَدَىthe expanse
مَا الْعِيدُ وَالْأَوْجَاعُ تَكْتَسِحُ الْمَدَى
تَغْتَالُthey slay بَهْجَةَthe joy of عِيدِنَاour Eid الْمَشْهُودِcelebrated
تَغْتَالُ بَهْجَةَ عِيدِنَا الْمَشْهُودِ
What is Eid while pains sweep across the expanse,
Slaying the joy of our celebrated Eid?
مَاwhat الْعِيدُEid .. يَنْتَفِضُit shudders السُّؤَالُthe question بِجُرْحِهِwith its wound
مَا الْعِيدُ .. يَنْتَفِضُ السُّؤَالُ بِجُرْحِهِ
مَاemphatic particle بَيْنَbetween وَعْدٍa promise زَائِفٍfalse وَوَعِيدِand a threat
مَا بَيْنَ وَعْدٍ زَائِفٍ وَوَعِيدِ
What is Eid? The question shudders with its wound,
Between a false promise and a threat.
نَاجَيْتُهُI whispered to it فَارْتَدَّso it recoiled يَرْقُبُit watches دَمْعَتِيmy tear
نَاجَيْتُهُ فَارْتَدَّ يَرْقُبُ دَمْعَتِي
وَيَغَارُand it is jealous مِنْof جُرْحِيmy wound وَمِنْand of تَنْهِيدِيmy sighing
وَيَغَارُ مِنْ جُرْحِي وَمِنْ تَنْهِيدِي
I whispered to it, so it recoiled, watching my tear,
And is jealous of my wound and of my sighing.
وَإِذَاand when شَكَوْتُI complained إِلَىto مُحِبٍّa lover مُدَّعٍpretending
وَإِذَا شَكَوْتُ إِلَى مُحِبٍّ مُدَّعٍ
يَأْتِيhe comes بِوَجْهِwith the face of مُخَادِعٍa deceiver مَوْؤُودِburied alive
يَأْتِي بِوَجْهِ مُخَادِعٍ مَوْؤُودِ
And when I complain to one who feigns love,
He comes with the face of a deceiver buried alive.
وَأَنَاand I وَحِيدٌalone فِيin انْتِظَارِwaiting for أَحِبَّةٍloved ones
وَأَنَا وَحِيدٌ فِي انْتِظَارِ أَحِبَّةٍ
هُمْthey لَنْwill not يَجِيئُواthey come فِيat اللِّقَاthe meeting الْمَوْعُودِpromised
هُمْ لَنْ يَجِيئُوا فِي اللِّقَا الْمَوْعُودِ
And I am alone, waiting for loved ones;
They will not come to the promised meeting.
لَنْwill not يَطْرُقُواthey knock on الْبَابَthe door الْمُصَفَّدَshackled بِالْأَسَىby sorrow
لَنْ يَطْرُقُوا الْبَابَ الْمُصَفَّدَ بِالْأَسَى
لَنْwill not يَنْهَلُواthey drink their fill مِنْfrom كَأْسِيmy cup الْمَشْهُودِwell-known
لَنْ يَنْهَلُوا مِنْ كَأْسِي الْمَشْهُودِ
They will not knock on the door shackled by sorrow;
They will not drink their fill from my well-known cup.
خِلِّيmy dear friend الَّذِيwho يَحْنُوhe is tender عَلَيَّto me بِعِطْرِهِwith his fragrance
خِلِّي الَّذِي يَحْنُو عَلَيَّ بِعِطْرِهِ
لَمْnot يَبْقَremains مِنْهُof him سِوَىexcept بَقِيَّةِa remnant of عُودِoud (fragrant wood)
لَمْ يَبْقَ مِنْهُ سِوَى بَقِيَّةِ عُودِ
My dear friend, who is tender to me with his fragrance—
Nothing remains of him but a remnant of oud.
وَإِذَاand when انْتَظَرْتُI waited الرَّاحِلِينَthe departed عَشِيَّةًone evening
وَإِذَا انْتَظَرْتُ الرَّاحِلِينَ عَشِيَّةً
بَكَتِwept الطُّلُولُthe ruins عَلَىover الْهَوَىlove الْمَفْقُودِlost
بَكَتِ الطُّلُولُ عَلَى الْهَوَى الْمَفْقُودِ
And when I wait for the departed one evening,
The ruins weep over lost love.
فَلِمَنْso for whom أَعُدُّI count الْوَرْدَthe roses فِيin غُرَفِchambers of الْهَوَىlove
فَلِمَنْ أَعُدُّ الْوَرْدَ فِي غُرَفِ الْهَوَى
وَلِمَنْand for whom أُرَدِّدُI repeat فِيin الْمَسَاthe evening تَغْرِيدِيmy birdsong
وَلِمَنْ أُرَدِّدُ فِي الْمَسَا تَغْرِيدِي
So for whom do I count the roses in the chambers of love,
And for whom do I repeat my birdsong in the evening,
وَحُرُوفِيَand my letters الْوَلْهَىlovesick تَئِنُّthey moan وَتَشْتَكِيand they complain
وَحُرُوفِيَ الْوَلْهَى تَئِنُّ وَتَشْتَكِي
مِنْof جَوْرِthe tyranny of سَجَّانِيmy jailer وَسَطْوِand the violence of قُيُودِيmy chains؟
مِنْ جَوْرِ سَجَّانِي وَسَطْوِ قُيُودِي؟
While my lovesick letters moan and complain
Of my jailer’s tyranny and the violence of my chains?
مَازَالَstill يُقْلِقُنِيtroubles me سُؤَالٌa question حَائِرٌbewildered :
مَازَالَ يُقْلِقُنِي سُؤَالٌ حَائِرٌ :
مَاwhat الْعِيدُEid كَيْفَhow أَصُوغُI shape مَعْنَىthe meaning of الْعِيدِEid؟
مَا الْعِيدُ كَيْفَ أَصُوغُ مَعْنَى الْعِيدِ؟
A bewildered question still troubles me:
What is Eid? How can I shape the meaning of Eid?
١٤٤٧/١٠/١هـAH (Hijri era)
١٤٤٧/١٠/١هـ
1447/10/1 AH
Sol 6.1