عشقتُI loved عينيكِyour eyes بحراًa sea لاno قرارbottom لهُfor it
عشقتُ عينيكِ بحراً لا قرار لهُ
عمريmy life شراعٌa sail علىupon شطآنِهits shores قلقُrestless
عمري شراعٌ على شطآنِه قلقُ
I loved your eyes as a bottomless sea.
I loved your eyes, an endless restless sea
My life is a restless sail upon its shores.
My life a sail blown by its waves unquiet
عشقتI loved عينيكyour eyes أنواءٌtempests معربدةٌriotous
عشقت عينيك أنواءٌ معربدةٌ
وموسماًand a season عاصفاًstormy فيin طبعهits nature النزقُimpetuousness
وموسماً عاصفاً في طبعه النزقُ
I loved your eyes as riotous tempests,
I loved your eyes, clouds in tumultuous flow
and as a stormy season, impetuous by nature.
A stormy season in its nature fickle
عشقتهاI loved them شفقاًa twilight ناءdistant تجاذبنيtug at me
عشقتها شفقاً ناء تجاذبني
فيهwithin it الطفولةchildhood والأحلامand dreams والألقُand radiance
فيه الطفولة والأحلام والألقُ
I loved them as a distant twilight; tugging at me
I loved them, dusk softly falling night
within it are childhood, dreams, and radiance.
Wherein my childhood, dreams and poise abide
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I loved your eyes, though bleeding were the waves
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I loved them while the rose's blood was spilt
عشقتُI loved عينيكyour eyes والأمواجand the waves نازفةٌbleeding
عشقتُ عينيك والأمواج نازفةٌ
عشقتهاI loved them ودماءand the blood الوردthe roses تحترقُburns
عشقتها ودماء الورد تحترقُ
I loved your eyes while the waves were bleeding.
I loved them, and the plains, both hope and dream
I loved them while the blood of roses burned.
Which sometimes slumber till the horizon wakes
عشقتهاI loved them والمدىand the expanse وعدa promise وأخيلةٌand visions
عشقتها والمدى وعد وأخيلةٌ
تنثالcascade حيناًfor a while، فيصحوand so awakens دونهاbeneath them الأفقُthe horizon
تنثال حيناً، فيصحو دونها الأفقُ
I loved them, the expanse a promise and visions
Your eyes, a refuge for my scattered dreams
cascading for a while; then the horizon awakens beneath them.
Seeking their shelter from the evening's shade
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A garden made of shadows is their claim
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Where those who burn in foreign lands retreat
عيناكyour eyes مرفأa harbor أحلامdreams مُشتَّتةٌscattered
عيناك مرفأ أحلام مُشتَّتةٌ
تهفوyearn إليهtoward it إذاwhen ماemphatic particle غالهاovertakes them الغسقُdusk
تهفو إليه إذا ما غالها الغسقُ
Your eyes are a harbor for scattered dreams
They stir with the unknown and mysteries
that yearn toward it whenever dusk overtakes them;
As though for the hidden tomorrow launched
وجنَّةand a paradise منof ظلالٍshade يستجيرُseeks refuge بهاin it
وجنَّة من ظلالٍ يستجيرُ بها
مهاجرونmigrants.. بأرضin the land الغربةexile احترقواthey burned
مهاجرون.. بأرض الغربة احترقوا
and a paradise of shade, where refuge is sought
What is within your eyes? Longing or pain
by migrants scorched in the land of exile.
Intense? Or is it a call to grace demure?
تموجsurge بالغيبwith the unseen والأسرارand secrets ساهمةٌlost in thought
تموج بالغيب والأسرار ساهمةٌ
كأنَّهاas though they للغدtoward tomorrow المجهولunknown تنطلقُset forth
كأنَّها للغد المجهول تنطلقُ
They surge with the unseen and secrets, lost in thought,
How much melody in their depths drowns towns
as though setting out toward an unknown tomorrow.
And between their lashes, how the dusk is born!
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The dawn has no colour if not lit by them
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Their magic filling squares and streets with light
ماذاwhat بعينيكin your eyes؛ شوقlonging أمor مكابدةٌa struggle
ماذا بعينيك؛ شوق أم مكابدةٌ
عنيفةfierce.. أمor نداءa call فيهماwithin them both لبقُgraceful
عنيفة.. أم نداء فيهما لبقُ
What lies in your eyes: longing, or a struggle
Your eyes proclaim the spring of passion spent
fierce—or a graceful call within them?
Of talk of love faded, its ardour cooled
كمhow many يغرقdrowns اللحنthe melody فيin أعماقهاtheir depths مدناًcities
كم يغرق اللحن في أعماقها مدناً
وبينand between أهدابهاtheir lashes كمhow often يولدis born الشَّفَقُtwilight
وبين أهدابها كم يولد الشَّفَقُ
How many cities the melody drowns in their depths!
And between their lashes, how often twilight is born!
لاno لونcolor للفجرfor dawn إنْif لمnot تشرقاthey both shine معهُwith it
لا لون للفجر إنْ لم تشرقا معهُ
سِحْراًas magic تَضُجّresound بهwith it الساحاتthe squares والطُّرُقُand the streets
سِحْراً تَضُجّ به الساحات والطُّرُقُ
Dawn has no color unless they both shine with it,
as magic with which the squares and streets resound.
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تقُولُsay عَيناكِyour eyes: أَشْواقُlongings الرَّبيعِspring دُمىًdolls
تقُولُ عَيناكِ: أَشْواقُ الرَّبيعِ دُمىً
مَمْسُوخةٌdeformed، وأحاديثُand the talk الهوىlove ورَقُpaper
مَمْسُوخةٌ، وأحاديثُ الهوى ورَقُ
Your eyes say: spring's longings are dolls
deformed, and love's talk is paper.
Partial English translation: 24 of 32 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1