ياO جيرَتيmy neighbors هَلdo? َناus (apparently an incomplete 'for us') منfrom بَعدِafter فُرقَِتكُمparting from you
يا جيرَتي هَل َنا من بَعدِ فُرقَِتكُم
بِساحَةِin the courtyard of الحَيِّthe quarter جُنحَat the onset of اللَّيلِthe night أَسمارُnighttime conversations
بِساحَةِ الحَيِّ جُنحَ اللَّيلِ أَسمارُ
O my neighbors, after parting from you, do we have
Oh my neighbors, will we have anything left between us
nighttime conversations in the quarter's courtyard at nightfall?
After your departure, in the square of the neighborhood the wings of night are dusky
وَهَلand will? تَعودُreturn لَياليناour nights بِكاظمَةٍat Kazimah
وَهَل تَعودُ لَيالينا بِكاظمَةٍ
يَوماًone day وَتدنوand draw near لَكُمto you بَعدَafter النَّوىseparation الدَّارُthe dwelling
يَوماً وَتدنو لَكُم بَعدَ النَّوى الدَّارُ
And will our nights at Kazimah return
And will our nights ever return suppressed
one day, and the dwelling draw near to you after separation?
One day, and will the house draw near to you after separation
فقدfor indeed وَحَقِّكُمُby your honor شَفَّwore thin الفُؤادَthe heart بِكُمover you
فقد وَحَقِّكُمُ شَفَّ الفُؤادَ بِكُم
لَمَّاwhen تَرَحلَّتُI departed أشجانٌsorrows وأَفكارُand thoughts
لَمَّا تَرَحلَّتُ أشجانٌ وأَفكارُ
For, by your honor, my heart was worn thin over you
For I have indeed missed you, it soothed my heart
by sorrows and thoughts when I departed.
When sorrows and thoughts departed
وَبيand within me غَرامٌpassion إِليكُمtoward you لاno انقِضاءَend لهُfor it
وَبي غَرامٌ إِليكُم لا انقِضاءَ لهُ
وَنَارُand a fire وجدٍof longing غَدَتhas become منfrom دُونِهاbeneath it نارُfire
وَنَارُ وجدٍ غَدَت من دُونِها نارُ
And within me is a passion for you that has no end,
And I have an endless passion for you
and a fire of longing, beside which other fire pales.
The fire of fervor has become the only fire
أسائِلُI question الرَّكبَthe caravan عَنكُمabout you هَلwill? يُخبِّرُنيit tell me
أسائِلُ الرَّكبَ عَنكُم هَل يُخبِّرُني
وآفَةُand the bane الشَّوقِof longing بَعدَafter القُربِcloseness أَخبارُnews
وآفَةُ الشَّوقِ بَعدَ القُربِ أَخبارُ
I question the caravan about you: will it tell me?
I ask the caravan about you, will they give me news
And the bane of longing, after closeness, is news.
And the agony of longing after nearness is reports
لَعلَّperhaps دارَكُمُyour dwelling تَدنُوdraws near وَأَنظُرهاand I see it
لَعلَّ دارَكُمُ تَدنُو وَأَنظُرها
وَأَنتُمُwhile you فيin رِحابِthe spacious courts of الدَّارِthe dwelling حُضَّارُare present
وَأَنتُمُ في رِحابِ الدَّارِ حُضَّارُ
Perhaps your dwelling will draw near, and I shall see it,
Perhaps your house will draw near and I will see it
while you are present in the dwelling's spacious courts.
While you are in the sanctum of the house, present
Sol 6.1