" أبهاAbha " رسائلُletters حبيmy love ماnot لهاthey have عددnumber
" أبها " رسائلُ حبي ما لها عدد
ولمand did not يجبنيanswer me علىin response to أشواقهاtheir longings أحدanyone
ولم يجبني على أشواقها أحد
Abha, the letters of my love are beyond counting.
"Abha", my love letters are countless,
And no one has answered me in response to their longings.
Yet no one has answered my longing.
" أبهاAbha " أجيبيanswer سؤاليmy question واذكريand mention سبباًa reason
" أبها " أجيبي سؤالي واذكري سبباً
يغالبcombats الشكdoubt إنindeed القلبthe heart لاnot يجدfinds
يغالب الشك إن القلب لا يجد
Abha, answer my question and give a reason
"Abha", answer my question and tell me why,
That combats doubt, for the heart finds none.
Doubt overwhelms when the heart cannot find.
أحببتI loved والحبُّand love فيin شرعlaw الورىhumankind ترفluxury
أحببت والحبُّ في شرع الورى ترف
وعاشقand the lover of الحرفthe written word لاnot تدنواdraws near إليهto him يدa hand
وعاشق الحرف لا تدنوا إليه يد
I have loved, though love is a luxury under humankind's law.
I fell in love, and love is indulgence in creation,
And no hand draws near the lover of letters.
Yet they who love letters, no hand comes near.
فجئتso I came أطلبI seek منfrom كفَّيكyour two palms معجزةa miracle
فجئت أطلب من كفَّيك معجزة
فمنfor those whom صببتُI poured out لهمfor them صافيpure الهوىlove جحدواthey denied
فمن صببتُ لهم صافي الهوى جحدوا
So I came seeking a miracle from your two palms.
So I came seeking a miracle from your palms,
For those to whom I poured out pure love denied it.
But those I poured my pure love for denied.
" أبهاAbha " يصيرbecomes المدىthe expanse غيماًcloud ووشوشةand whispering
" أبها " يصير المدى غيماً ووشوشة
وفيand in دميmy blood ياO نشيديmy song يغرقdrowns البلدthe city
وفي دمي يا نشيدي يغرق البلد
Abha, the expanse turns to cloud and whispering.
"Abha", the horizon becomes clouds and confusion,
And in my blood, O my song, the city drowns.
And in my blood, O my anthem, the country drowns.
" أبهاAbha " هواكِlove for you غريبٌstrange لنwill not يفسرهexplain it
" أبها " هواكِ غريبٌ لن يفسره
شعرٌpoetry ولنand will not يجتليunveil أسرارهits secrets أمدa span of time
شعرٌ ولن يجتلي أسراره أمد
Abha, love for you is strange; it will not be explained
"Abha", your love is strange, no poetry will interpret it,
By poetry, nor will time unveil its secrets.
No era will uncover its secrets.
هواكlove for you لحنa melody جميلbeautiful لاno نظيرequal لهto it
هواك لحن جميل لا نظير له
عنديin my view وعزفٌand a musical performance علىupon الأشواقlongings منفردsolo
عندي وعزفٌ على الأشواق منفرد
Love for you is a beautiful melody without equal
Your love is a unique beautiful melody to me,
In my eyes, and a solo performance upon longing.
A solo composition on longing.
" أبهاAbha " تظلremain عيونُthe eyes of "الفجرdawn" ضاحكةًlaughing
" أبها " تظل عيونُ "الفجر" ضاحكةً
وأعينُand the eyes of " الليلthe night " فيهاin them يعركchafes الرمدeye inflammation
وأعينُ " الليل " فيها يعرك الرمد
Abha, the eyes of dawn remain laughing.
"Abha", the eyes of "dawn" stay laughing,
And inflammation chafes the eyes of night.
While the eyes of "night" are veiled by sediments.
" أبهاAbha " تظلremain سواقيthe watercourses of الحبlove مورقةleafy
" أبها " تظل سواقي الحب مورقة
ويذهبand departs الزيفfalsehood ياO ليلايmy Layla والزبدand foam
ويذهب الزيف يا ليلاي والزبد
Abha, the watercourses of love remain leafy.
"Abha", the waterways of love stay verdant,
And falsehood and foam pass away, O my Layla.
As fakes and impurities drift away O my nights.
فيin داخليmy inner self ألفa thousand سرٍa secret عنabout محبتناour love
في داخلي ألف سرٍ عن محبتنا
فيin موطنٍan abode حارساهits two guardians الحبlove والرَّشَدُand sound judgment
في موطنٍ حارساه الحب والرَّشَدُ
Within me are a thousand secrets about our love,
Inside me, a thousand secrets of our love,
In an abode whose two guardians are love and sound judgment.
In a homeland guarded by love and integrity.
أناخmade kneel فيهin it بريدthe courier of الحبlove ناقتهhis she-camel
أناخ فيه بريد الحب ناقته
فزمجرواso they roared فيin بقاعthe lands of الخزيdisgrace وانتقدواand they criticized
فزمجروا في بقاع الخزي وانتقدوا
The courier of love made his she-camel kneel there.
There, the messenger of love rested his camel,
So they roared in the lands of disgrace and found fault.
So they growled in the lands of disgrace and criticized.
وأورقتand put forth leaves فيin رباهمtheir hills كلُّevery ساقطةٍvile remark
وأورقت في رباهم كلُّ ساقطةٍ
وأرقَلَتand trotted صوبناtoward us الأضغانgrudges والحسدand envy
وأرقَلَت صوبنا الأضغان والحسد
And every vile remark put forth leaves upon their hills.
And every fallen one flourished in their pasture,
And grudges and envy came trotting toward us.
As grudges and envy glared towards us.
أبهاAbha نموتwe die كهذاlike this النخلthe palm trees شامخةًlofty
أبها نموت كهذا النخل شامخةً
رؤوسناour heads ماnot ثنىbent إشراقهاtheir radiance كَمَدgrief
رؤوسنا ما ثنى إشراقها كَمَد
Abha, we die like these palms; lofty are
Abha we die like these lofty palm trees,
Our heads—no grief has bent their radiance.
Our heads never bowed, their radiance eternal.
كلall الأحاديثthe stories عنabout أهليmy people ملفقةfabricated
كل الأحاديث عن أهلي ملفقة
ولنand will not يصِحbe sound حديثٌan account ماnot لهit has سندُsupport !
ولن يصِح حديثٌ ما له سندُ !
All the stories about my people are fabricated.
All the talk about my people is fabricated,
And no account will be sound without support!
No validated narrative will ever materialize!
Sol 6.1