أَلاis there not مُبلِغٌone who conveys أَهلَthe people of العَقيقِal-Aqiq سَلاميmy greeting
أَلا مُبلِغٌ أَهلَ العَقيقِ سَلامي
وَذاكِرُand one who mentions وَجديmy yearning عِندَهُمin their presence وَغَراميand my passion
وَذاكِرُ وَجدي عِندَهُم وَغَرامي
Is there someone to carry my greeting to the people of al-Aqiq,
O messenger, convey my greetings to the people of Al-Aqiq
And speak to them of my yearning and passion,
And speak of my love and passion in their midst
وَمُخبِرهُمand one who informs them أَنِّيthat I وإِنand even if شَطَّتِhas grown distant النَّوىseparation
وَمُخبِرهُم أَنِّي وإِن شَطَّتِ النَّوى
مُقيمٌsteadfast علىupon عَهدٍa pledge لَهُمto them وَذِمامشand a bond of honor (likely intended; malformed token)
مُقيمٌ على عَهدٍ لَهُم وَذِمامش
And tell them that, though separation has stretched far,
Tell them though fate parts us, I remain
I remain true to a pledge and bond of honor with them?
True to my pact and promise with them
أَشيمُI watch سَناthe radiance برقِlightning العَقيقِal-Aqiq إذاwhen بَداit appears
أَشيمُ سَنا برقِ العَقيقِ إذا بَدا
مَعَwith الصبُّحِthe dawn منfrom طَلحِacacia trees لَهُمbelonging to them وَثُمامِand thumam grass
مَعَ الصبُّحِ من طَلحِ لَهُم وَثُمامِ
I watch the gleam of al-Aqiq's lightning when it appears,
I yearn at dawn to see Al-Aqiq's hills light up
With the dawn, from their acacias and thumam grass.
With their morning glow and fragrant breeze
وأَسأَلُand I ask خَفَّاقَfluttering النَّسيمِthe breeze أَهَلis there بِهِin it
وأَسأَلُ خَفَّاقَ النَّسيمِ أَهَل بِهِ
حَديثٌnews يُرَوِّيquenches غُلَّتيmy thirst وَأُواميand my burning thirst
حَديثٌ يُرَوِّي غُلَّتي وَأُوامي
And I ask the fluttering breeze: is there in it
And ask the passing wind to carry
News to quench my thirst and its burning heat?
Words to soothe my longing and pain
وَأَصبواand I yearn (likely intended) إِليَهمfor them عِندضماwhen (likely intended; malformed token) تهتفُcalls out الصبَّاthe east wind
وَأَصبوا إِليَهم عِندضما تهتفُ الصبَّا
سُحيراًjust before dawn وأنواءُand rainstorms والجُفونِand the eyelids هَواميpouring down
سُحيراً وأنواءُ والجُفونِ هَوامي
And I yearn for them when the east wind calls,
Each dusk, as the breeze blows, I turn towards them
Just before dawn, while rainstorms and eyelids pour.
Dreaming, though my eyes succumb to slumber
وماand not ذاكَthat إلاَّexcept أنَّbecause سُكَّانَهُits inhabitants غداًtomorrow
وما ذاكَ إلاَّ أنَّ سُكَّانَهُ غداً
لَهُمfor them فيin صمَيمِthe very core of القَلبِthe heart دارُa home مُقَامِlasting residence
لَهُم في صمَيمِ القَلبِ دارُ مُقَامِ
And this is only because its inhabitants, tomorrow,
For in my heart they'll forever remain
Will have an abiding home in the heart's very core.
At its very core, where they've made their home
Sol 6.1