كم جئت أحمل من جراحات الهوى
،
نجوى ، يرددها الضمير ترنُّما
How often I have come, bearing from love's wounds
How many wounds of passion have I come to bear
a secret whisper the inner self repeats in song.
Whispers, echoed by my conscience murmuring
سالتْ مع الأمل الشهي لترتمي
,
في مسمعيكِ , فما غمزتِ لها فما
It flowed with sweet hope, to cast itself
They flowed with fervent hope to fall upon
into your ears, yet you did not stir your lips for it.
Your ears, but you did not a lip for them part
!
فخنقتها في خاطري ! فتساقطتْ
،
في أدمعي ، فشربتها متلعثما
So I stifled it within my mind, and it fell in drops
So I supressed them in my thoughts! And thus they fell
into my tears; so I drank it, stammering.
In tears of mine, I sipped them stammering
ورجعتُ أدراجي أصيدُ من المنى
،
حلماً ، أنام بأفقه مـتوهما
And I retraced my steps, hunting among wishes
And I returned my steps, to hunt from wishes
for a dream in whose horizon I sleep, lost in illusion.
A dream, to sleep in its horizon fancying
!
أختاهُ ! قد أزف النوى فتنعمي
بعدي فإن الحب لن يتكلما
O sister! Parting has drawn near; so live in bliss
My sister! Now the stars approach, so delight
after I am gone, for love will not speak.
In me, for love will speak no more
،
لا تحسبيني سالياً ، إن تلمحي
،
في ناظري ، هذا الذهول المبهما
Do not think I have forgotten, if you glimpse
Think not that I'm errant, if you glimpse
in my eyes this inscrutable bewilderment.
In my eyes, this haze, obscure
إن تهتكي سر السرابِ وجدتِهِ
حلم الرمالِ الهاجعاتِ على الظما
If you unveil the mirage's secret, you will find it
If you unveil the mirage's secret, you will find
the dream of sands slumbering upon thirst.
The dream of sands, moaning at the dunes
Sol 6.1