بَدرa full moon تَباركblessed is باريthe Maker الخَلقcreation مُبدعهُhis creator
بَدر تَبارك باري الخَلق مُبدعهُ
عَنّيfrom me نَأىwent far away وَسويداand the innermost core القَلبthe heart مطلعُهُhis rising-place
عَنّي نَأى وَسويدا القَلب مطلعُهُ
A full moon—blessed is the Maker of creation, who fashioned him!
The full moon blessed the Creator of existence, its Originator
He has gone far from me, yet the heart's innermost core is his rising-place.
It distanced itself from me, while my heart is its place of emergence
ماwhatever أَنسَI forget لاnot أَنسَI forget قَوليmy words إِذwhen أودّعهُI bid him farewell
ما أَنسَ لا أَنسَ قَولي إِذ أودّعهُ
ياO راحِلاًdeparting one وَجَميلand gracious الصَبرpatience يتبعهُfollows him
يا راحِلاً وَجَميل الصَبر يتبعهُ
Whatever I forget, I will not forget my words as I bade him farewell:
Neither forgets nor forgets my words when bidding it farewell
O departing one, whom gracious patience follows,
O you who travel on, with beautiful patience following it
هَلis there مِنany سَبيلway إِلىto لُقياكmeeting you يَتّفِقُcan come about
هَل مِن سَبيل إِلى لُقياك يَتّفِقُ
ماwhat حيلَتيmy recourse وَدُموعand the tears العَينthe eye هاميةٌpouring down
ما حيلَتي وَدُموع العَين هاميةٌ
Might there be any way to meet you?
Is there any way to meet you that may coincide?
What recourse have I, while the eye's tears pour down,
I have no stratagem, while the tears of my eyes are ardently falling
وَأبحرand the seas الوَجدlonging وَالأَشجانand sorrows طاميَةoverflowing
وَأبحر الوَجد وَالأَشجان طاميَة
ياO غائِباًabsent one عَنfrom عُيونيmy eyes وَهيwhile they are باكيةٌweeping
يا غائِباً عَن عُيوني وَهي باكيةٌ
And the seas of longing and sorrow overflow?
And the sea of passion and sorrows is swelling
O you absent from my eyes while they weep,
O you who are absent from my eyes while they are weeping
ماnot أَنصفتكhave done you justice دُموعيmy tears وَهيَwhile they are داميةbloodstained
ما أَنصفتك دُموعي وَهيَ دامية
وَلاnor وَفىfulfilled its duty لَكَto you قَلبيmy heart وَهوَwhile it يَحتَرِقُburns
وَلا وَفى لَكَ قَلبي وَهوَ يَحتَرِقُ
My tears have not done you justice, though they are bloodstained,
My tears have not been fair to you while they are ceaselessly flowing
Nor has my heart fulfilled its duty to you, though it burns.
Nor has my heart been true to you while it is burning
Sol 6.1