لاdo not تَقُلsay لِلّهto God (expressing admiration) لُبنانLebanon الأَشمّlofty
لا تَقُل لِلّه لُبنان الأَشمّ
لاdo not تَقلsay أَشتاقُI long for أَلحانmelodies الخصمّthe adversary
لا تَقل أَشتاقُ أَلحان الخصمّ
Do not say, “How splendid is lofty Lebanon!”
Do not say to God that Lebanon is fragrant,
Do not say, “I long for the adversary’s melodies.”
Do not say I long for the tunes of the enemy.
عِشlive كَماas أَهواكَI desire you مَكفوفاًblind أَصَمdeaf
عِش كَما أَهواكَ مَكفوفاً أَصَم
ياO فُؤاديmy heart واسلُand forget أَيامdays الهَوىlove
يا فُؤادي واسلُ أَيام الهَوى
Live as I wish you to be, blind and deaf.
Live blind and deaf as you wish,
O my heart, forget the days of love.
O my heart, and bid farewell to the days of passion.
هَلquestion marker رَأَيتyou have seen الرَوضthe garden أَيامdays الخَريفautumn
هَل رَأَيت الرَوض أَيام الخَريف
ذابلَwithered الأَزهارthe flowers مَسلوبstripped of الحَفيفrustling
ذابلَ الأَزهار مَسلوب الحَفيف
Have you seen the garden in the days of autumn,
Have you seen the garden in the days of autumn,
its flowers withered, its rustling stripped away,
The flowers withered, the rustling gone,
متواريhidden الحسنbeauty فيin الغيمthe clouds الكَثيفdense
متواري الحسن في الغيم الكَثيف
ياO فُؤاديmy heart أَينَwhere أَيامdays الهَوىlove
يا فُؤادي أَينَ أَيام الهَوى
its beauty hidden in dense clouds?
Its beauty hidden in the dense clouds?
O my heart, where are the days of love?
O my heart, where are the days of passion?
هَلquestion marker رَأَيتyou have seen الطَيرthe birds فيin الرَوضthe garden يُدورcircles
هَل رَأَيت الطَير في الرَوض يُدور
هائِماًwandering يَبحَثsearches عَنfor عَهدtime السُرورjoy
هائِماً يَبحَث عَن عَهد السُرور
Have you seen the birds circling in the garden,
Have you seen the birds circling in the garden,
wandering, searching for the time of joy,
Wandering, searching for the days of joy,
مرغماًunwillingly يَنساقis driven along وَالريحwhile the wind تَثورrages
مرغماً يَنساق وَالريح تَثور
ياO فُؤاديmy heart أِينwhere أَيامdays الهَوىlove
يا فُؤادي أِين أَيام الهَوى
driven unwillingly onward as the wind rages?
Forced along as the wind rages?
O my heart, where are the days of love?
O my heart, where are the days of passion?
لاdo not تسلنيask me ياO فُؤاديmy heart عَنabout هَناءhappiness
لا تسلني يا فُؤادي عَن هَناء
لَكَfor you فيin الرَوضthe garden وَفيand in الطَيرthe birds عَزاءsolace
لَكَ في الرَوض وَفي الطَير عَزاء
Do not ask me, O my heart, about happiness.
Do not ask me, O my heart, about delight,
For you there is solace in the garden and in the birds.
You will find solace in the garden and the birds.
إِنَّماonly العمرlife نَعيمbliss وَشَقاءand misery
إِنَّما العمر نَعيم وَشَقاء
ياO فُؤاديmy heart وَهُناand here ضَلَّwent astray الهَوىlove
يا فُؤادي وَهُنا ضَلَّ الهَوى
Life is nothing but bliss and misery.
For life is bliss and torment,
O my heart—and here love went astray.
O my heart, and here passion has gone astray.
Sol 6.1