غَنى المَعنى مِن فُؤاد موجع
دَمع البَيابي فُوق خَدي فار
A suffering heart sang with meaning,
My tears flowed over my cheeks,
عُيوني تهل الدَمع مِن واهج النيا
مِن فَوق سحلات الخُدود غزار
My eyes shed tears of sorrow,
Pouring down my sunken cheeks.
كَنعورة الدُولاب تسمع حَنينها
وَرشق عَلى طُول المَدى فوار
Like the creaking of a waterwheel its groan is heard,
And its flow is constant over the long course.
قرح جُفوني دَمع عَيني مِن البُكا
حادر سَكيبه عَالخدود حمار
The tears of my eyes have wounded my eyelids out of crying,
Whose downpour on my cheeks is copious.
يا عين قري وَاهجَعي يا معثرة
مِنكَ أَفل نُورك وَوَجهك غار
O eye, sleep and rest, o troubler,
Your light has dimmed and your face darkened.
عَلامك دَعيتيني عيللا موجعا
وَدَمعك على طُول المَدى شرار
Why have you made me painfully suffering,
While your tears flow constantly?
أَنا خايف أَنو يذهب النُور كله
وَتَغدي كَسيحة مِن البُكا عَالدار
I fear all the light will go away,
And you will become like a sack full of tears in the house.
ردت علي العين من دَمعة النيا
وَتقول شبلي عَالمَدى تذكار
The eye answered me from a tear of sorrow,
And said: Young man, remember me over the course.
لا نوح ما ناح الحَمام المطوق
وَابكي كَما بَكى الغراب وَقار
Do not wail like a confined pigeon,
And cry like the raven did constantly.
أَنا الذَنب ما هو كله علي
تَرى القَلب معطى عَالنَحيب قَرار
It is not all my fault,
See, the heart has decided to moan.
إِني قُلت لِلقَلب المَشقَه وَلمته
بِخطاب مثل الصَبر مُر وَحار
I have told the pained heart, and blamed it
With speech like bitter patience.
يا قَلب خلي العين عَنك مِن البُكا
إِذا راحَ نُور العين كَيف اِندار
O heart, restrain the eye from crying,
If the eye's light goes away, how can it be lit again?
يا قَلب انهى العَين عَن دَمعة النيا
طاوع كَلامي وَلِلنَحيب دَمار
O heart, end the eye's tear of sorrow,
Obey my words and destroy the moaning.
القَلب عَيا قال ناري مشعشعة
لَها بين كَبدي وَالضُلوع شرار
The heart replied: My fire is blazing,
With sparks between my liver and ribs.
يا قَلب يا مَأَلوم يا شين خلنا
عَذابي تَرى وَفوق الشحار شحار
O heart, o afflicted, o miserable with distance, relieve us
Of my torment, you see, and over barren land, more barren land.
قُلي عَذابك في لظابك مِن الجَفا
وَسَهم الجَفا مالي عَلَيهِ قدار
Tell me of your agony in your suffering from estrangement,
While the arrow of estrangement I have no control over.
أَنا البُعد هد عَزم حبلي وَقوتي
وَادعا رَكان النايبات دَمار
Distance has sapped my strength and stamina,
And called for the destruction of lamentations.
مَن ذاق سَهم البُعد وَالهَجر وَالجَفا
مِن واهجه صَبري فرغ وَاحتار
Whoever has tasted the arrow of distance, estrangement and abandonment,
My patience has emptied out from its intensity and I am perplexed.
أَنا قُلت للعين السَخية تَهلهلي
وَخلي دُموعك عَالخُدود نَهار
I have told the generous eye to cease flowing,
And let your tears run down your cheeks in daylight.
يا قَلب يَكفى الجُوح وَالنوح وَالبكا
وَيَكفي لَهيبي في الحَشا وَسعار
O heart, enough of anguish, crying and weeping,
And enough of my flames in the darkness and sparks.
حَريقي وَناري وَالدُموع الَّتي جَرَت
سَقَتني بِكاسات العَذاب مرار
My blazing fire, and my tears that have flowed
Have quenched me with cups of torment time and again.
إِن جاهدك بِاللَه يا قَلب تَنتَهي
كفي مُهجَتي مِنكَ عَذاب دوار
If I plead to you by God, o heart, you will stop,
End my suffering from you, the torment that turns me dizzy.
يا شين يا مَهجور بِالبُعد حلنا
لَعل ريحك بِالصَفا يندار
O miserable, o abandoned by distance, relieve us,
Perhaps your grief will clear up with wellness.
وَاصبر لعل الصَبر مَقرون بِالفَرَج
وَلا كُل مَبلي عَالبلا صبار
And be patient, perhaps patience is coupled with relief,
And not every afflicted one can handle tribulation with patience.
أَنا القَلب قُلي الجوح كلو علي
وَناسي مضارب دَهرنا الغَدار
I, the heart, tell you: bear my anguish,
And forget the deceit of our times, the betrayer.
لَولا صُروف الدَهر ما كانَ ضامني
وَلا كان في جوفي صَدى وَكدار
If it were not for the changing of fate I would not have blamed it,
And there would be no echo of tumult inside me.
خلي مَلامك عَالزَمان الَّذي مَضى
سَقى الكُل مِنا عَلقماً وَمرار
Leave your blame on the time that has passed,
Which gave us all bitter aloe to drink, and bitterness.
وَراعي صُروف الغادرات اللَيالي
وَلوم الزَمان الصارم البتار
And watch the changing nights’ betrayals,
And blame the stern, mutilating times.
إِني قُلت لِلقَلب المشقى وَلمته
يَكفاك مِنا ما جَرى وَما صار
I have told the pained heart and blamed it:
Enough of what has happened and what came to be.
يا عين بَطحا الزالقة يا زَماننا
يا دَهر يا ميشوم يا حيار
O eye, o slick times, o our deceitful fate,
O time, o inauspicious, o confusing.
يا دَهر وشلك بس يا شين عِندَنا
حَتّى دَعيت الغانمين حقار
O time, how much evil you have shown us!
You have made even the fortunate feel lowly.
حَتّى دَعيت الكُل مِنا جَلايب
لَجايا بديران التراك حذار
You have made us all into cowards,
Who have fled to the monasteries for fear.
يا دَهر من عقب المَواثيق خُنتَنا
وَمِن آمنك يا دَهر عقلو طار
O time, how you have betrayed us after oaths!
And whoever trusted you, their mind has flown away.
يا دَهر همك شيب الرُوس وَاللحا
وَلا ظنتي مِن فُوق نارك نار
O time, you only care about graying hair and beards,
And you never considered your own fire a greater fire.
يا دَهر همك هد الحيل وَالقوى
يا دَهر ادعيت الركان دَمار
O time, you only care about weakening powers,
O time, you have called for the destruction of pillars.
يا دَهر يَكفي ما مضى مِن عَذابنا
وَاللي جَرى ما قَط قالوا وَصار
O time, enough of our torment that has passed,
And what has transpired was never said or done.
ما تَستَحي من اللي عطيته تخونه
وَكُل يُوم إِلك بالعالمين طوار
Are you not ashamed to betray those you have given?
And every day you are faithless to people.
تَراك سَراب بزيزماً سمهداني
من خف عقلو ان شاف زولك طار
You are a mirage, a fraud,
Whoever has little mind and sees your form, it will fly away.
وَاللي يراعي ما مَضى مِن سَوالفك
مبين عَلى إِنك عَميق قَرار
And whoever watches what your stories have passed,
Will realize you are truly deceitful.
الدَهر جاوبني عَلى الفَور بِالعجل
قلي تَأدب أَنتَ يا مهذار
Time answered me right away in haste:
Tell me, you insolent one, show manners!
أَنا أَعلم أَنك عَبد مَأمور وَاقف
ذولي اللَيالي المظلمات قدار
I know you are a slave, commanded and standing,
Those nights are predestined, quantified.
اصبر لعل الصَبر مَقرون بِالفَرَج
وَلا كُل مَبلي عَلى البَلا صبار
Be patient, perhaps patience is coupled with relief,
And not every afflicted one can handle tribulation with patience.
إِن ما صبرت يضيع عمرك مِن العَنا
وَمالك جزا غير الشَقا وَالعار
If you do not have patience, your life will waste away in sorrow,
And you will have no reward except misery and disgrace.
ما رانت كون بقسمة اللَه راضي
وَاصبر عَلى جُور الزَمان إِن جار
No creature is content with God's decree,
So be patient with the injustice of time, even if it is unjust.
وَاللَه أُمور اللَه تَمشي عَلى قَدر
وَما دُونها عَقل المثقف حار
God's affairs proceed according to destiny,
And what is beyond it perplexes the enlightened mind.
ما دُون مِمّا يقسم اللَه واقي
من ضاق صدرو مِن البَلاوي حار
There is no protection from what God decrees,
Whoever's mind is narrowed by tribulations is perplexed.
مِن جَرَب الأَيّام يُلقي طوارهم
وَمِن جَرَب الأَشياء عريفي صار
Whoever has experienced days will toss them aside,
And whoever has experienced things becomes knowledgeable.
الأَيام بيهم مثل شَهد الخَلايا
وَالأَيّام بِيهم حَنظَلا وَمرار
Days are like the honey of bees,
And days are like bitter aloe.
الأَيام يَعطو المَرء لَكن بِالشَقا
وَالدَهر قالوا لَو صَفا غدار
Days give man, but with misery,
And they said if it clears up it will betray.
الأَيّام قلابات يَكفيك شرهم
الأَيام دُولاب الهَوى دوار
Days are fickle, their evil is enough for you,
Days are the wheel of passion, endlessly turning.
الأَيّام يسقنك مرار السقطري
مِن بَعد ما شربك حَليب بكار
Days give you the bitterness of colocynth
After having given you the milk of youth.
الأَيام يحبلن وَالأَيّام يولدن
وَعيالهم سود وَبيض حرار
Days become pregnant and days give birth,
And their children are black and white, free.
الأَيّام مَجدولة المَصايب بجالهم
ياما هفوا شمخ مُلوك كبار
Days have scheduled afflictions in their periods,
How often they have shaken the pride of great kings!
الأَيام بيهم تشرب الشَهد وَالعَسَل
وَأَيام موردهم دَمار وَعكار
Days, you drink honey and nectar from them,
And days whose springs are ruin and turbidity.
الأَيام تَرى من يَعتبرهم مِن المَلا
يَندم وَزرعو لا يغل بذار
Days, you see whoever learns from them
Will regret it, and their crop will not fruit with planting.
الأَيام لَو مالوا عَلى طُود عالي
لا بُد ما يذهب هبا وَغبار
Days, if they turned on the highest hillocks,
Inevitably they will pass and turn to dust.
لا بُد ما يدعوه سَهلي مِن البَلا
لَو كان أَكبر مِن جبل سنجار
Inevitably it will call them easy from tribulation,
Even if it were bigger than Mount Sinjar.
مَن عاند الأَيام مَغلوب خاسر
لَو كان جيشه جحفلاً جَرار
Whoever contends with days is defeated and loses,
Even if his army were a massive horde.
ما رانَت هون واخدع الهَم وَالبَلا
وَلا كُل رَجل عا لبلا صبار
There is no diminishment of anxiety and tribulation,
And not every man can handle tribulation with patience.
أَنا حين حين ما سمعت المَواعظ كلَها
رَديت للعقل السَخيف شوار
When I heard all the advice,
I returned the foolish mind to consciousness
وُقُلت النَصيحة هيه يا ساكن العُلا
اليُوم فعل الفايق الشطار
And said: This is advice, o dweller of highness,
Today the deeds of the enlightened ones are wise.
العقَل قلي راجع القَلب شاورو
لَعل الصَبر يَحصل مِن التذكار
Mind, tell me: consult the heart,
Perhaps patience can be achieved by remembering.
يا شين ما هذي مواطن بلادنا
وَلا دار بِأَرض التُرك لينا دار
O misery, this is not our homeland,
And we have no lasting home in the land of Turks.
علامك مقلقل عادم الرشد وَالهدى
وِمِن جور أَيام الدَهر محتار
Why do you disrupt, lost of guidance and religion,
And confused by the injustice of the days of time?
يا شين شور اليوم في مَوقع البَلا
وَقت الرضا يا مثر الشوار
O misery, consult today in the position of tribulation,
A time of contentment, o ripe fruit of consciousness.
القَلب رد الشور للعقل وَاكتَفي
وَالكُل جوني طالبين الثار
The heart referred the consultation back to the mind and was satisfied,
While we all came to it seeking revenge.
يا لايمي اسمع مَعاني كَلامهم
وَاعجب من اللي قلطوه شوار
O my Lord, hear the meaning of their words,
And marvel at what they have quickly discussed.
القَلب قال بضامري علة الجوى
في طيها عجز الحَكيم وَحار
The heart said: My illness of love,
In its folds the wisdom of the wise was perplexed and confused.
وَالعَقل قال أَذهلت من قلة السَعد
وَصاير عَلى كُل الدماغ ستار
And the mind said: I was amazed by the lack of happiness,
And a veil came over all sense.
إِني ضاع فكري بين عقلي وراشدي
وَعلمت أَني بِالقدار عسار
I have lost my thoughts between my mind and guide,
And I have known that I have no power over destiny.
يا علة في معلق القَلب وَالحَشا
قياحة مِنها العَمَل شرار
O illness in the heart's attachment and love,
A wound from which deeds are evil sparks!
كبرت وَفتح به عُيون بِجوانبه
وَعيا دَواها عالشفا وَالنار
It has grown and eyes have opened around it,
But no medicine for healing or fire has helped it.
كُل ما رجوت وَقُلت تبري وَجاعها
أَجي ألاقي دَمها شَرار
Every time I have hoped and said it will heal,
I come to find its blood boiling.
عالجتها سنتين من دُون فايدة
وَالثالثة كانون فيها دار
I treated it for two years without benefit,
And in the third year it flared up in there.
وَللحين داها ما قبل طب ينفعو
هذا البَلا وَالضيم الأَشحار
And still it does not accept treatment that may benefit it,
This tribulation and the most intense pain.
أَنا خايف إِنَّها تهلك الجسم كله
وَيعود زومو عَالجميع يدار
I fear it may destroy the whole body,
And its demise will befall us all.
وَتنام عنقا عَلى جراها بَعدنا
وترحل عقب ما هِيَ عَفو مغوار
And it will sleep without us after us,
And depart after not being pardoned or forgiven.
ويكبر حصينيها بغيبة سباعها
وَيصير قاضيها الضَبع وَالفار
Its resting place will be widened in the absence of its predators,
And its judge will be the hyena and rat.
صَبراً جَميل الصَبر أَحلى مِن العَسَل
رَبك كَريم القاصدو ما بار
Patience is most beautiful, patience is sweeter than honey,
Your Lord is generous, not neglectful.
مِن بَعد ذا يا نار قَلبي توقدي
وَهاتي عَلى صَرف الزَمان شعار
After this, O fire of my heart, ignite
And bring upon the changing of time sparks.
صار القَلم يطبع قَوافي جَنيتها
مِن فوق قرطاس الطلاسي سار
The pen has come to imprint rhymes I have harvested
Onto sheets of paper, freely flowing.
يُبدي عَلى ما حاز قَلبي مِن الجَفا
وَيرسم معانيها بِمياه حبار
Revealing what my heart has endured of estrangement,
And depicting its meanings in wells of ink.
يا راكِباً منا عَلى هيزعية
مِن أَصل هجنا مِن ضراب حرار
O you who rides from us on a mare
Of original stock, from a line of noble Arabian horses.
حرا عَلى قَطع الفَيافي مجربة
وَلَونه عَلى شَكل الغَزال حمار
A chestnut who runs across the horizon, tested,
Its color is like that of a red deer.
تَشدي الظَليم اللي مسهي جَوانحه
لَو شاف زولا مِن مكانو طار
It pulls the saddle blanket which if it saw a person from its place would fly away,
Not stubborn when first being saddled or accustomed to the bridle.
وَلا عَنود الريم باول وَلا يَفو
يُوم السَلاقي عالجميد غار
Nor a female hawk glancing greedily for fledglings with desire
And little ones in the nests.
وَلا قَطاة نافلة الما بفمها
تَبغي فِراخاً بِالحِما وَصغار
God guided you, o delightful one of sorrow,
Mount it and set forth on the back of the mare and depart.
وَلم هداك اللَه يا طارش النيا
وَانسف عَلى ظَهر الظَليم وَسار
With a finely worked bridle of myrtle, safe from defects,
Its wood is reddish like carnelian.
بشداد غُصن الميس سالم مِن العطب
عوده عَلى شكل العَقيق صفار
Inlaid with gold studs gleaming, dazzling sights,
Adorned and braided with expensive silk.
مَكسور عالعمدان من غالي الذَهَب
مَرصوع يَلمَع يدهش الأَبصار
And a cloak of soft fabric, expensive weaving,
Lined with ostrich feathers, soaring.
مَنسوف عادل من الخز غالي
حبل البَريسم كرب الأَوسار
The intelligent one came out, whose presence and purity
وَالميركة من شال ترمه مكلفة
وَمطوراً بريش النَعام طوار
Did the work of ambition for her longing insistently.
The partridges are crows strayed from their path
خَرج العَقيلي اللي بديعه وَصايفو
عمل الطَموح لشوقها بدوار
In the morning when they left the house.
And put in your supplies what befits you,
اللواليح غربان دمن مسهيه
عَلى الصُبح يَوم ان شيلوا من الدار
That no one rides, O son, the fire.
Your path is long, though easy for you to reach it,
وبالمزودي حط الذَهاب اليوافقك
ال ما يركب يا ولد عَالنار
If not for its reins you would have flown like a bird and departed.
I bid you farewell in God, my Lord and Creator,
وَشهد الخَلايا بديرة الترك وَاجد
وَسمن الزهيري وَالطَحين غبار
And He protects you for the Persian and the builder.
Do not forget me in longing after counting me like
احفظ وصاتي يا رَسولي بفكرتك
ما دُون مما يقسم الجبار
Saad who sailed into the open sea and departed.
From Constantinople he extended your power, its separation,
خلي مسيرك بالدُجى يا غلامنا
بِأَرض الترك ما في عليك حذار
I wish it remains ruined and destroyed.
Over Ankara along with Sungurlu and its landscapes,
الترك لا ضب الدجى قل سعدهم
كَما الجاج لا ضب الظَلام اِحتار
Over Kayseri and the road, lined.
Over Adana and Kahramanmaraş, your place of descent,
وَليا وصلت بديرة البدو وَالعرب
احرص بليلك يا وَلَد وَنَهار
Over Maridin and Diyarbakır, weep.
Over Aleppo the praised, the Arabs feel tranquility in it,
دَربك طَويل أَما ذَلولك يوصلك
لَولا زمامو قلت طيراً وَطار
Beyond it only the desert and Sinjar.
Hama and Homs of Damascus you must visit,
دركتكم لِلّه رَبي وَخالقي
وَحفظنكم للفارسي وَعمار
Al-Faheh whose length compares to Sinjar.
Greet Damascus of Greater Syria and convey our greetings,
لا ذوملت بِالدوح عدك شبيها
سادوح دخن في البحوره وسار
I wish the towns of al-Sham prosperity.
And from there towards Houran guide your course,
مِن قسطموني مد عزك فراقها
ياريتها تَبقى خراب وَدَمار
To our country, mighty are its migrants, if neighbors.
Pass by the abode of Mahin after us,
عَلى أَنقَرة مَع سنقرة مع رُبوعها
عَلى قيسرية وَالطَريق عمار
O our home, home of misery, o home!
And complain to it, O messengers, about me and say to it:
عَلى أَدنا وَقَيصوم نحر هجينتك
عَلى ماردين وَديار بكر انحار
I want to see you, I am suffering from perils.
O home, I want to see you wearing a dress of sorrow
عَلى حلب الشَهبا العرب في ركونها
ما دونَها غَير الرَها وَسنجار
After you wore silk brocade.
O home, I want to see you empty of dwellings and rooms
حماه وَحمص الشام لازم تزورها
الفَيحا اللي تطول وَسنجار
After you were a shrine for people.
O home, I want to see you destroyed without bats
حيي دمشق الشام واقري سلامنا
ياريت ديران الشوام عمار
Except an owl hooting at you and the rat.
O home, after carpets and furnishings,
ومنها على حوران يمم مطيتك
عا بلادنا عز الدَخيل إن جار
I see your furnishings are of rot and dust.
O home, after lanterns and light,
تَلفي على دار المهينا بعدنا
يا دارنا دار الشَقا يا دار
I see you in darkness, frightening visitors.
O home, you have become a den for spongers
وَاشكي لها يا رسل عني وَقل لها
ريد انظرك عاني من الخطار
After you were the abode of the brilliant.
O home, you were once filled side to side,
يا دار اشوفك لابسة حلة النيا
من بَعد ما لبسك حرير بزرار
Like the marketplace in the evening when it turns.
With help I see you in ruins, o troubler,
يا دار اشوفك خالية القاع وَالغرف
من بعد مانتي للعباد مزار
And the images of your walls are like the images of Akkar.
A sandy ruin where no inheritor embraces you,
يا دار أَشوفك خاربة مابك الونس
سِوى بوماً يزعق بك وَالفار
Or one who drank you like other homes.
It replied and said: Who can inform me of our ruin?
يا دار من عقب السجاجيد وَالفَرش
أَرى فرشك من العفن وَغبار
Who are you, bringer of news?
I see in you winds that enliven the heart and inner self,
يا دار من عقب القناديل وَالضيا
أَراكي بظلمة توحشي الزوار
Perhaps the winds of the fortunate have cleared up.
You are probably one of the horses, o delightful sorrow,
يا دار صرتي للمهامل مراغه
من بعد مانتي موطن الشطار
And perhaps you will gladden the grieved one with news.
Come closer, perhaps the wind will rip and I will smell
يا دار كُنت العصر أَرعى بجوانبك
ديجان مثل السوق يَوم أَن دار
Wisdoms from you that clarify sorrows.
Welcome, messenger of loved ones, and hello!
بِالعون أَشوفك خاربه يا معثرة
وَمهدوم صورك مثل صور عكار
My love for your place of descent is equal to those who have journeyed.
O brother teach me, o brother tell me,
رمله فلا تَلقي وَريثاً يعانقك
وَلا من شربك مثل غير ديار
O brother, my mind has flown away from my head.
I spoke to it, o home, by God here I am
رَدت وَقالت من يلاغي خرابنا
من أَنت ياللي جايب الأَخبار
With a story and news for your side.
It said I want knowledge from you in a hurry,
أَرى بك رَوايح تنعش القَلب وَالحَشا
عَسى ان ريح الغانمين اندار
You see, patience in me does not leave seeds.
I said to it: O home, sleep and rest,
عَساك من الخلان يا طارش النيا
وَعَسى تفرح المحزونة بالأَخبار
You see time, how often betrayed and turbid.
You see them living well and provisioned from their share,
قرب لعلي انشق الريح وَانتَشى
مِنكَ عُلوماً تجلي الأَكدار
And my knowledge of them in the land of Turks is civilization.
Except your concern is graying of hair and beards,
أَهلاً برسول الحبايب وَمرحَبا
حبي هجينك عا عدد ما سار
And no fire other than yours has burned them.
Perhaps God will make them prevail, and we will all rejoice,
يا خي علمني يا خي قول لي
يا خي عقلي من دماغي طار
And its stories will narrate tales and news.
And I conclude my words with prayers upon the Prophet,
كلمتها يا دار بِاللَه هوني
مَعي لجنابك قصة وَخبار
He will intercede for us from terror and difficulties.
قالت أَريد العلم منك عَلى العجل
تَرى الصَبر عِندي ما يذر بهار
قُلت لَها يا دار قرين وَاهجعي
تَرى الدَهر ياما بوصفا وَعكار
تَراهُم بخير وَيرزقوا من نصيبهم
وَعلمي بهم بِأَرض التراك حضار
غَير ان همك شيب الرُوس وَاللحى
وَمن غَير نارك ما حرقهم نار
عَسى اللَه يظهرهم وَنفرح جَميعنا
وَتفدي حكاياها قصص وَخبار
وَاختم كلامي بالصلاة عَلى النَبي
يشفع لنا من الهول وَالأَعسار
