صاحبone with الحاجهthe need ولوand even if طالتit lasts long لحوحpersistent
صاحب الحاجه ولو طالت لحوح
وصاحبand one with الحلمthe dream القديمold يغازلهcourts it
وصاحب الحلم القديم يغازله
Whoever has a need persists, however long it lasts.
The one with a need, though it persists, wanders
And the one with an old dream courts it.
And the one with an old dream, it seduces him
واعذابoh, the anguish of القلبthe heart منfrom كثرthe multitude of الجروحthe wounds
واعذاب القلب من كثر الجروح
كمhow many سيفa sword بالعذابwith torment ينازلهduels with it
كم سيف بالعذاب ينازله
Oh, the heart's anguish from so many wounds!
And the heart's torments from too many wounds
How many swords duel with it in torment!
How many swords of torment assail him
أخفيI hide الطّعناتthe stab wounds وعيونيand my eyes تبوحreveal
أخفي الطّعنات وعيوني تبوح
كنas though الاوجاعthe pains بهدبهاon their lashes نازلهsettling
كن الاوجاع بهدبها نازله
I hide the stab wounds, but my eyes reveal them.
I conceal the stabbings though my eyes confess
As though the pains were settling on their lashes.
As if sorrows gently descend upon him
غايتيmy goal بليلin a night ظلامهits darkness مايروحdoes not go away
غايتي بليل ظلامه مايروح
بينيbetween me الايّامthe days وبينهand between it عازلهseparating
بيني الايّام وبينه عازله
My goal lies in a night whose darkness never lifts.
My goal in the night of darkness does not pass
The days stand as a barrier between me and it.
Between me, days, and him, a separator
كلevery ماtime that مشيتI walk لهtoward it عنّيaway from me يروحit goes
كل ما مشيت له عنّي يروح
وعيّتand refused الخطوهthe step تجيto come منازلهkeeping pace with it
وعيّت الخطوه تجي منازله
Whenever I walk toward it, it moves away from me.
Whenever I walk away, he goes
And my step refuses to catch up with it.
And I find my steps leading me to his abode
والهوىand love بالقلبin the heart وهّاجblazing يضوحflares
والهوى بالقلب وهّاج يضوح
لوeven if يسوقهdrives it للمناياto death جازلهis pleasing to it
لو يسوقه للمنايا جازله
And love blazes and flares within the heart.
And longing in my heart confusedly rages
Even if it drives the heart to death, the heart welcomes it.
If it takes him to demise, it makes him settle
كلevery ياسdespair يطردهdrives it away فينيwithin me طموحambition
كل ياس يطرده فيني طموح
وكلand every عزمٍresolve خافقيmy heart ينحازلهsides with it
وكل عزمٍ خافقي ينحازله
Ambition within me drives all despair away.
Every despair it dispels in me, aspiration
And my heart sides with every resolve.
And every resolve my fluttering heart contends
Sol 6.1