قَدْindeed مَسَّنِيtouched me الغَدْرُbetrayal مِمَّنْfrom those whom أَحْتَمِيI seek refuge بِهِمُwith them
قَدْ مَسَّنِي الغَدْرُ مِمَّنْ أَحْتَمِي بِهِمُ
وَتَمَّand was carried out ذَبْحِيmy slaughter عَلَىat أَيْدِيthe hands of أَحِبَّائِيmy loved ones
وَتَمَّ ذَبْحِي عَلَى أَيْدِي أَحِبَّائِي
I have been touched by betrayal from those in whom I seek refuge,
And was slaughtered at the hands of my loved ones.
مِنْfor أَجْلِthe sake of لاَno شَيْءَthing قَلْبِيmy heart مَزَّقُواthey tore apart إِرَباًinto pieces
مِنْ أَجْلِ لاَ شَيْءَ قَلْبِي مَزَّقُوا إِرَباً
وَشَمَّتُواand they made others gloat بِيَover me عِنْدَduring الفَتْكِthe slaughter أَعْدَائِيmy enemies
وَشَمَّتُوا بِيَ عِنْدَ الفَتْكِ أَعْدَائِي
For nothing, they tore my heart to shreds,
And made my enemies gloat over me at the slaughter.
لَقَدْindeed خُدِعْتُI was deceived بِمَنْby those whom قَدْalready كُنْتُI was أَحْسِبُهُمْI considered them
لَقَدْ خُدِعْتُ بِمَنْ قَدْ كُنْتُ أَحْسِبُهُمْ
أَدْنَىthe closest الأَنَامِof all people وَهَدَّand shattered السُّهْدُsleeplessness أَرْجَائِيevery part of me
أَدْنَى الأَنَامِ وَهَدَّ السُّهْدُ أَرْجَائِي
Indeed, I was deceived by those I had thought
The closest of all people; sleeplessness shattered every part of me,
حَتَّىuntil الْتَقَيْتُI met بِحَسْنَاءٍwith a beautiful woman لَهَاshe has أَلَقٌradiance
حَتَّى الْتَقَيْتُ بِحَسْنَاءٍ لَهَا أَلَقٌ
أَزَالَdispelled حُزْنِيmy sorrow وَأَلْقَىand cast فِيinto اللَظَىthe blaze دَائِيmy ailment
أَزَالَ حُزْنِي وَأَلْقَى فِي اللَظَى دَائِي
Until I met a beautiful woman whose radiance
Dispelled my sorrow and cast my ailment into the blaze.
جَمِيلَةُbeautiful الوَجْهِof face إِنْif لاَحَتْshe appears فِإِنَّthen indeed لَهَاshe has
جَمِيلَةُ الوَجْهِ إِنْ لاَحَتْ فِإِنَّ لَهَا
ذَوْقاًtaste رَفِيعاًrefined وَعِطْراًand a perfume يُسْكِرُintoxicates النَّائِيone far away
ذَوْقاً رَفِيعاً وَعِطْراً يُسْكِرُ النَّائِي
Fair of face—when she appears, she has
Refined taste and a perfume that intoxicates those far away.
حُورِيَّةٌa houri مِنْfrom جِنَانِthe gardens of الخُلْدِeternity أَنْزَلَهَاHe sent her down
حُورِيَّةٌ مِنْ جِنَانِ الخُلْدِ أَنْزَلَهَا
رَبِّيmy Lord دَوَاءًas a remedy لِكَيْso that تَجْتَثَّshe might uproot إِعْيَائِيmy exhaustion
رَبِّي دَوَاءً لِكَيْ تَجْتَثَّ إِعْيَائِي
A houri from the gardens of eternity, sent down by
My Lord as a remedy, so she might uproot my exhaustion.
أَنْسَتْshe made forget فُؤَادِيmy heart الَّتِيthe woman who أَوْدَتْdid away بِفَرْحَتِنَاwith our joy
أَنْسَتْ فُؤَادِي الَّتِي أَوْدَتْ بِفَرْحَتِنَا
وَاسْتُلَّand was drawn out خِنْجَرُهَاher dagger مِنْfrom بَيْنِamong أَحْشَائِيmy entrails
وَاسْتُلَّ خِنْجَرُهَا مِنْ بَيْنِ أَحْشَائِي
She made my heart forget the woman who destroyed our joy,
And her dagger was drawn from within my entrails.
عَشِقْتُهَاI loved her passionately غَيْرَexcept أَنَّthat البَحْرَthe sea يَفْصِلُنَاseparates us
عَشِقْتُهَا غَيْرَ أَنَّ البَحْرَ يَفْصِلُنَا
وَخَلْفَنَاand behind us البِيدُthe desert wastes تَطْوِيenfold نَوْحَthe lament of أَصْدَائِيmy echoes
وَخَلْفَنَا البِيدُ تَطْوِي نَوْحَ أَصْدَائِي
I fell in love with her, but the sea separates us,
And behind us, the desert wastes enfold the lament of my echoes.
وَزَوْرَقِيand my little boat حَطَّمَتْهُshattered it أَمْسِyesterday عَاصِفَةٌa storm
وَزَوْرَقِي حَطَّمَتْهُ أَمْسِ عَاصِفَةٌ
هَبَّتْblew عَلَىupon سَاحِلِيmy shore مِنْfrom دُونِwithout أَنْوَاءِrainstorms
هَبَّتْ عَلَى سَاحِلِي مِنْ دُونِ أَنْوَاءِ
And my little boat was shattered yesterday by a storm
That blew upon my shore without rainstorms.
فَاجْتَاحَتِso it ravaged الشِّعْرَpoetry حَتَّىuntil صِرْتُI became قَافِيَةًa rhyme
فَاجْتَاحَتِ الشِّعْرَ حَتَّى صِرْتُ قَافِيَةً
لاَno نَقْدَcriticism يَرْضَىapproves بِهَاof it مِنْbecause of فَرْطِthe excess of إِقْوَائِيmy rhyme-vowel mismatches
لاَ نَقْدَ يَرْضَى بِهَا مِنْ فَرْطِ إِقْوَائِي
So it ravaged poetry until I became a rhyme
That criticism cannot accept, so discordant are my rhyme vowels.
فَرُدَّتِthen was restored الرُوحُthe soul بَعْدَafter النَّزْعِdeath's agony ثَانِيَةًonce more
فَرُدَّتِ الرُوحُ بَعْدَ النَّزْعِ ثَانِيَةً
بِالرَّغْمِin spite مِنْof قَصْفِهِمْtheir bombardment بِالسُّخْطِwith wrath أَحْيَائِيmy neighborhoods
بِالرَّغْمِ مِنْ قَصْفِهِمْ بِالسُّخْطِ أَحْيَائِي
Then the soul was restored once more after death's agony,
Despite their bombarding my neighborhoods in wrath.
أَنَاI المُتَيَّمُthe love-stricken one يَاO حَسْنَاءُbeautiful one مُذْfor زَمَنٍa long time
أَنَا المُتَيَّمُ يَا حَسْنَاءُ مُذْ زَمَنٍ
وَالشَّوْقُand longing أَنْهَكَexhausted قَبْلَbefore البُعْدِseparation أَفْيَائِيmy shadows
وَالشَّوْقُ أَنْهَكَ قَبْلَ البُعْدِ أَفْيَائِي
I have long been love-stricken, O beauty,
And longing wore out my shadows before separation.
إِنْسِيَّةٌa human woman أَنْتِyou أَمْor مِنْfrom عَبْقَرٍAbqar قَدِمَتْshe came
إِنْسِيَّةٌ أَنْتِ أَمْ مِنْ عَبْقَرٍ قَدِمَتْ
وَهَلْand is هُنَالِكَthere وَصْلٌunion عِنْدَduring إِسْرَائِيmy night journey
وَهَلْ هُنَالِكَ وَصْلٌ عِنْدَ إِسْرَائِي
Are you human, or one who came from Abqar?
And is there union on my night journey?
قَدْindeed قَسَّمَdivided الفَرْقُthe difference فِيin التَّوْقِيتِtime كَوْكَبَنَاour planet
قَدْ قَسَّمَ الفَرْقُ فِي التَّوْقِيتِ كَوْكَبَنَا
فَالصُّبْحُso the morning نُورُكِyour light أَمَّاwhereas اللَيْلُthe night ظَلْمَائِيmy darkness
فَالصُّبْحُ نُورُكِ أَمَّا اللَيْلُ ظَلْمَائِي
The time difference has divided our planet,
So morning is your light, while night is my darkness.
Sol 6.1