تَعَلَّقَclung to روحيmy soul روحَهاher soul قَبلَbefore خَلقِناour creation
تَعَلَّقَ روحي روحَها قَبلَ خَلقِنا
وَمِنand from بَعدِafter أَنthat كُنّاwe were نِطافاًdrops of seed وَفيand in المَهدِthe cradle
وَمِن بَعدِ أَن كُنّا نِطافاً وَفي المَهدِ
My soul clung to hers before we were created,
and after we were drops of seed, and in the cradle.
فَعاشَso it lived كَماjust as عِشناwe lived فَأَصبَحَso it became نامِياًgrowing
فَعاشَ كَما عِشنا فَأَصبَحَ نامِياً
وَلَيسَand it is not وَإِنand even if مِتناwe die بِمُنقَصِفِbroken العَهدِthe bond
وَلَيسَ وَإِن مِتنا بِمُنقَصِفِ العَهدِ
So it lived as we lived, and grew,
and though we die, its bond will not be broken.
وَلَكِنَّهُbut it باقٍendures عَلىin كُلِّevery حالَةٍstate
وَلَكِنَّهُ باقٍ عَلى كُلِّ حالَةٍ
وَسائِرُناand the rest of us فيin ظُلمَةِthe darkness of القَبرِthe grave وَاللَحدِand the burial niche
وَسائِرُنا في ظُلمَةِ القَبرِ وَاللَحدِ
But it endures through every state,
while what remains of us lies in the darkness of the grave and burial niche.
وَماand not وَجِدَتfelt وَجديmy longing بِهاfor her أُمُّthe mother of واجِدٍWajid
وَما وَجِدَت وَجدي بِها أُمُّ واجِدٍ
وَلاnor وَجِدَfelt النَهدِيُّal-Nahdi وَجديmy longing عَلىfor هِندِHind
وَلا وَجِدَ النَهدِيُّ وَجدي عَلى هِندِ
Nor has Wajid's mother felt the longing I feel for her,
nor has al-Nahdi felt for Hind the longing I feel,
وَلاnor وَجِدَfelt longing العُذرِيُّal-ʿUdhri عُروَةُʿUrwah إِذwhen قَضىhe died
وَلا وَجِدَ العُذرِيُّ عُروَةُ إِذ قَضى
كَوَجديlike my longing وَلاnor مَنanyone who كانَwas قَبليbefore me وَلاnor بَعديafter me
كَوَجدي وَلا مَن كانَ قَبلي وَلا بَعدي
nor did ʿUrwah al-ʿUdhri, when he died, yearn
as I yearn—nor anyone before me or after me.
عَلىdespite أَنَّthe fact that مَنwhoever قَدalready ماتَdied صادَفَfound راحَةًrest
عَلى أَنَّ مَن قَد ماتَ صادَفَ راحَةً
وَماand not لِفُؤاديfor my heart مِنany رَواحٍrespite وَلاnor رُشدِguidance
وَما لِفُؤادي مِن رَواحٍ وَلا رُشدِ
Yet whoever has died has found rest,
while my heart has neither respite nor guidance.
يَكادُalmost فَضيضُthe flow of الماءِthe water يَخدِشُscratches جِلدَهاher skin
يَكادُ فَضيضُ الماءِ يَخدِشُ جِلدَها
إِذاwhen اِغتَسَلَتshe bathes بِالماءِwith water مِنbecause of رِقَّةِthe delicacy of الجِلدِthe skin
إِذا اِغتَسَلَت بِالماءِ مِن رِقَّةِ الجِلدِ
The flowing water almost scratches her skin
when she bathes in water, so delicate is her skin.
وَإِنّيand indeed I لَمُشتاقٍsurely longing إِلىfor ريحِthe scent of جَيبِهاher garment's neckline
وَإِنّي لَمُشتاقٍ إِلى ريحِ جَيبِها
كَماjust as اِشتاقَlonged إِدريسٌIdris إِلىfor جَنَّةِthe Garden of الخُلدِeternity
كَما اِشتاقَ إِدريسٌ إِلى جَنَّةِ الخُلدِ
And I long indeed for the scent of her neckline,
as Idris longed for the Garden of Eternity.
Sol 6.1