عزgrew elusive القصيدpoetry وزاعلتنىand quarreled with me حروفهits letters
عز القصيد وزاعلتنى حروفه
منsince يومthe day غابwent away الليthe one whom قصيديmy poetry ... مهاويهadores him
من يوم غاب اللي قصيدي ... مهاويه
Poetry has grown elusive, and its letters have quarreled with me.
The poem's beauty enthralled me, its letters
Since the day the one my verse adores went away.
Since the day he who my poem is for left... my abyss
غابتvanished بهwith him الدنياthe world وخلتand left behind طيوفهhis phantoms
غابت به الدنيا وخلت طيوفه
عزيmy sympathy ... لمنfor one who مثلىlike me زمانهhis time يعاديهopposes him
عزي ... لمن مثلى زمانه يعاديه
The world vanished with him, leaving his phantoms behind.
With him left the world and his ghosts remained
Alas for one like me, whose time turns against him.
My glory...for one whose time opposes me
عقبafter الملاقيthe meetings بسonly بالقلبin the heart اشوفهI see him
عقب الملاقي بس بالقلب اشوفه
وعقبand after المناجيthe intimate talks ... بسonly بالفكرin thought اناجيهI confide in him
وعقب المناجي ... بس بالفكر اناجيه
After our meetings, I see him only in my heart.
After meeting, only in the heart I see him
And after our intimate talks, I confide in him only in thought.
And after whispering, only in thought I speak to him
كلاميmy words وشوفيand my gaze لغيرهfor anyone but him ... حسوفهa waste
كلامي وشوفي لغيره ... حسوفه
منwho غيرهother than him يخاويbefriends غريبيmy lonely self واخاويهand I befriend him
من غيره يخاوي غريبي واخاويه
My words and my gaze are wasted on anyone but him.
My words and sight are for another... I deprive him
Who else befriends my lonely self, as I befriend him?
Without him, my stranger self and brother despair
يالوعهO anguish المشتاقthe yearning one تصفقstrike together كفوفهhis palms
يالوعه المشتاق تصفق كفوفه
لينwhen التفتhe turned ماشافhe did not see بالدارin the house غاليهhis beloved
لين التفت ماشاف بالدار غاليه
Oh, the yearning one's anguish—his palms strike together,
Oh yearning's hardship, its hands applaud
When he turned, he did not see his beloved at home.
Until I turn and see no dear one in the house
كنas though العيونthe eyes بكلwith every شينugly thing محذوفهpelted
كن العيون بكل شين محذوفه
والقلبand the heart كنas though جموعhosts ... الأيامthe days ترميهpelt it
والقلب كن جموع ... الأيام ترميه
As though the eyes were pelted with every ugly thing,
Be the eyes devoid of anything despised
And the heart as though the hosts of days were pelting it.
And the heart be a collection...of days thrown at it
تسابقنيrace against me منfrom زمانيmy time سيوفهits swords
تسابقني من زماني سيوفه
تجرحwound مراديmy hope .. فيin حياتيmy life وترميهand cast it aside
تجرح مرادي .. في حياتي وترميه
The swords of my time race against me.
His swords compete with my lifelong race
They wound my hope in life and cast it aside.
Wounding my purpose...in my life and casting it away
ياعونهO help الرحمنthe Most Merciful ... وينwhere النكوفهthe retreat
ياعونه الرحمن ... وين النكوفه
لينwhen انتحيset its course ... الخفاقthe beating heart وشwhat عادnow يثنيهturns it back
لين انتحي ... الخفاق وش عاد يثنيه
Help, O Most Merciful—where can I turn back?
Oh Merciful's eye...where is the sorrow
Once the beating heart sets its course, what can turn it back now?
Until the eyelid...is folded, what can smooth it?
مارحتI did not go ادورI seek عندfrom خلىmy beloved مروفهcompassion
مارحت ادور عند خلى مروفه
مايرحمdoes not show mercy ... الاexcept اللهGod فلاso no شكdoubt مغليهI hold him dear
مايرحم ... الا الله فلا شك مغليه
I did not go seeking compassion from my beloved.
I did not go to one who eases to find solace
None but God shows mercy; without doubt, I hold him dear.
None have mercy...except God, no doubt overwhelms me
Sol 6.1