ياO وامِضَflash البَرقِthe lightning كمhow much نبَّهتَyou awakened منof شجَنٍsorrow
يا وامِضَ البَرقِ كم نبَّهتَ من شجَنٍ
فيin أَضلُعٍribs ذَهَلتforgot عنabout دائِهاtheir ailment حيناfor a while
في أَضلُعٍ ذَهَلت عن دائِها حينا
O flash of lightning, how much sorrow you have awakened
O lightning that flashes, how many yearnings have you awakened
In ribs that had forgotten their ailment for a while!
In ribs that had forgotten their pain for a while
فالماءُso the water فيin مُقلٍeyes وَالنارُand the fire فيin مهجٍhearts
فالماءُ في مُقلٍ وَالنارُ في مهجٍ
قدindeed حارَbecame bewildered بينَهُماbetween the two أمرُthe plight المُحِبّيناof the lovers
قد حارَ بينَهُما أمرُ المُحِبّينا
So water is in eyes, and fire in hearts;
The water is in the ladle, the fire is in the flint
Between the two, the lovers are left bewildered.
The lovers' matter is confused between the two
لولاwere it not for تذَكُّرُremembering أَيّامٍdays لناof ours سَلَفتgone by
لولا تذَكُّرُ أَيّامٍ لنا سَلَفت
ماnot باتَspent the night يَبكىweeping دماًblood فيin الحَيِّthe clan باكيناour weeper
ما باتَ يَبكى دماً في الحَيِّ باكينا
Were it not for remembering our bygone days,
If it were not for the memory of days that passed for us
Our weeper would not spend the night weeping blood among the clan.
No one would be crying tears of blood while alive
ياO آلpeople وُدِّيَof my affection عودواreturn لاmay … not عدِمتُكُمُI lose you
يا آل وُدِّيَ عودوا لا عدِمتُكُمُ
وَشاهِدواand witness وَيحَكُمalas for you فعلَthe effect النَوىof separation فيناon us
وَشاهِدوا وَيحَكُم فعلَ النَوى فينا
O my loved ones, return—may I never lose you!
O people of my love, return, I have missed you
And witness—alas for you!—what separation has done to us.
Witness, by your father, what longing has done to me
ياO نسمَةًbreeze ضَمَّختperfumed أذيالهاits skirts سحراًbefore dawn
يا نسمَةً ضَمَّخت أذيالها سحراً
أَزهرُblossoms أَندَلُسٍof Andalus هُبّيblow بواديناin our valley
أَزهرُ أَندَلُسٍ هُبّي بوادينا
O breeze whose skirts were perfumed before dawn
O breeze, who at dawn dampened her skirts
By the blossoms of Andalus, blow through our valley!
Blow the fragrance of al-Andalus to our valleys
Sol 6.1