أَحِنُّI yearn إِلىfor أَرضِthe land of الحِجازِthe Hijaz وَحاجَتيand my desire
أَحِنُّ إِلى أَرضِ الحِجازِ وَحاجَتي
خِيامٌtents بِنَجدٍin Najd دونَهاbefore reaching them الطَرفُthe gaze يَقصُرُfalls short
خِيامٌ بِنَجدٍ دونَها الطَرفُ يَقصُرُ
I yearn for the land of the Hijaz, and my desire
I yearn for the land of Hejaz though my need
Is for tents in Najd, beyond the reach of sight.
Is but tents in Najd which my eyes find too short
وَماand not نَظَريmy gaze مِنfrom نَحوِthe direction of نَجدٍNajd بِنافِعيof use to me
وَما نَظَري مِن نَحوِ نَجدٍ بِنافِعي
أَجَلindeed لاno وَلَكِنّيbut I عَلىdespite ذاكَthat أَنظُرُI look
أَجَل لا وَلَكِنّي عَلى ذاكَ أَنظُرُ
And my gaze toward Najd is of no use to me;
Yet my sight turns not to Najd for my benefit
No, indeed; but even so I look.
Nay, but to that place I keep looking athwart
أَفيis there in كُلِّevery يَومٍday عَبرَةٌa tear ثُمَّthen نَظرَةٌa glance
أَفي كُلِّ يَومٍ عَبرَةٌ ثُمَّ نَظرَةٌ
لَعَينِكَfor your eye يَجريflows ماؤُهاits water يَتَحَدَّرُstreams down
لَعَينِكَ يَجري ماؤُها يَتَحَدَّرُ
Is there each day a tear, and then a glance
Each day a moral, then a glance follows it
For your eye, whose water flows and streams down?
Your eyes, their water flows streaming in thought
مَتىwhen يَستَريحُfinds rest القَلبُthe heart إِمّاeither مُجاوِرٌdwelling nearby
مَتى يَستَريحُ القَلبُ إِمّا مُجاوِرٌ
حَزينٌsorrowful وَإِمّاor else نازِحٌfar away يَتَذَكَّرُremembers
حَزينٌ وَإِمّا نازِحٌ يَتَذَكَّرُ
When will the heart find rest? It is either nearby,
When will my heart find rest, either dwelling nearby
Sorrowful, or far away, remembering.
Grieved, or departing, reminiscing, distraught
يَقولونَthey say كَمhow much تَجريflow مَدامِعُtears عَينِهِhis eye
يَقولونَ كَم تَجري مَدامِعُ عَينِهِ
لَهاit has الدَهرَforever دَمعٌtears واكِفٌdripping يَتَحَدَّرُstreams down
لَها الدَهرَ دَمعٌ واكِفٌ يَتَحَدَّرُ
They say, "How copiously the tears of his eye flow!
They say how abundant the tears of his eyes
Its tears drip and stream down forever."
For them endless tears that keep streaming pour out
وَلَيسَand is not الَّذيthat which يَجريflows مِنَfrom العَينِthe eye ماؤُهاits water
وَلَيسَ الَّذي يَجري مِنَ العَينِ ماؤُها
وَلَكِنَّهاbut it is نَفسٌa soul تَذوبُmelts وَتَقطُرُand drips
وَلَكِنَّها نَفسٌ تَذوبُ وَتَقطُرُ
And what flows from the eye is not its water,
But it's not the water that flows from his eyes
But a soul that melts and drips.
It's a soul melting, dissolving, dripping about
Sol 6.1