شَجَتنيgrieved me وَأَبلَتنيand wore me down مَنازِلُdwellings دُرَّسُtimeworn
شَجَتني وَأَبلَتني مَنازِلُ دُرَّسُ
أُسائِلُهاI question them عَمَّنabout those whom عَهِدتُI once knew وَتَخرَسُand they are mute
أُسائِلُها عَمَّن عَهِدتُ وَتَخرَسُ
Timeworn dwellings have grieved me and worn me down.
The dwellings of Darras have saddened and wearied me
I question them about those I once knew, but they are mute.
I ask them about those I knew, but they are silent
وَعَهديand my recollection بِهاof them مَحفوفَةٌsurrounded بِبَدائِعٍby wondrous beauties
وَعَهدي بِها مَحفوفَةٌ بِبَدائِعٍ
تَحُلُّdwell بِمَغناهاin their grounds بُدورٌfull moons وَأَشمُسُand suns
تَحُلُّ بِمَغناها بُدورٌ وَأَشمُسُ
And I remember them surrounded by wondrous beauties:
And my covenant with them was studded with wonders
Full moons and suns would dwell in their grounds,
The full moons and suns used to shine with their singing
رَواجِحُheavy أَكفالٍhips مَريضاتُlanguid أَعيُنٍeyes
رَواجِحُ أَكفالٍ مَريضاتُ أَعيُنٍ
إِلَيهِنَّfor them يَصبوyearns الراهِبَthe monk المُتَنَطِّسُthe scrupulously devout
إِلَيهِنَّ يَصبو الراهِبَ المُتَنَطِّسُ
With heavy hips and languid eyes—
The swinging hammocks, the sick eyes
Even the scrupulously devout monk yearns for them.
To them would yearn the monk in his ragged clothes
Sol 6.1