مَاwhat لِيwith me أُنادِيI call ياO عَديلُcompanion فُؤادِيmy heart
مَا لِي أُنادِي يا عَديلُ فُؤادِي
زَمناfor a time ولستَand you are not تُجِيبُanswering حِينwhen أُنادِيI call
زَمنا ولستَ تُجِيبُ حِين أُنادِي
Why do I keep calling, O companion of my heart,
Why do I call, O joy of my heart
For so long, while you do not answer when I call?
For so long, yet you do not answer my call
أنسِيتَهاhave you forgotten it? مِنof مُدةa period لمdid not نفتَرِقwe part
أنسِيتَها مِن مُدة لم نفتَرِق
فيهَاduring it معاًtogether كحمائِلٍlike sword-straps ونِجَادِand a baldric
فيهَا معاً كحمائِلٍ ونِجَادِ
Have you forgotten it—that time when we never parted,
Have you forgotten, after our long separation
Together like sword-straps and a baldric,
When we were together, like two camels harnessed side-by-side?
وأبَحتَand you allowed ليto me مِنfrom حُسنِthe beauty of روضكَyour garden نُزهةًa stroll
وأبَحتَ لي مِن حُسنِ روضكَ نُزهةً
بِحيَاضby pools of عِرفانٍknowledge وحُسنِand the beauty of نَوَادgatherings
بِحيَاض عِرفانٍ وحُسنِ نَوَاد
And you let me stroll amid your garden's beauty,
You opened to me the gardens of your beauty
By pools of knowledge and delightful gatherings,
With meadows of passion and lovely streams
بِشَذَاهwith its fragrance طوراat times مُنعِشاrefreshing نفسِيmy soul وَطوand at… (split word)
بِشَذَاه طورا مُنعِشا نفسِي وَطو
را…times (split-word ending) ناظِريmy gaze بقَضِيبهwith its bough المَيَّادswaying
را ناظِري بقَضِيبه المَيَّاد
At times refreshing my soul with its fragrance, and at other
With breeze refreshing my soul for a time
times my gaze with its swaying bough?
And sights delighting my roving gaze
لاتِينىَLatin الأحيَاءِthe quarters هَلis there منany عَودةٍa return
لاتِينىَ الأحيَاءِ هَل من عَودةٍ
للِقائِهto meet it تَشفِيsoothes غليلَthe burning thirst of الصَّادِيthe thirsty one
للِقائِه تَشفِي غليلَ الصَّادِي
Latin Quarter—is there any return
Will you not return, O Latin quarter
To see it and slake the thirsty one's burning thirst?
To cure the longing of this heartsick one?
لمdid not تَحتجِبveil herself باريسُParis عَنfrom رُوَادهاher visitors
لم تَحتجِب باريسُ عَن رُوَادها
إلاَّexcept لِتُذكِيto kindle لَوعَةَthe longing of الرُّوادِthe visitors
إلاَّ لِتُذكِي لَوعَةَ الرُّوادِ
Paris did not veil herself from her visitors
Paris did not hide herself from her loyal visitors
Except to kindle those visitors' longing,
Except to increase the torment of those who pine for her
وتزيدُand adds فيto أعيادِهاher festivals عِيداًa festival وهَلand are
وتزيدُ في أعيادِها عِيداً وهَل
أيَّامُthe days of بَارِيسٍParis سِوىanything but أعيَادِfestivals
أيَّامُ بَارِيسٍ سِوى أعيَادِ
And add a festival to her festivals—and are
She adds feast upon feast to her holidays
The days of Paris anything but festivals?
For are not Paris' days naught but holidays?
وتُطِلُّand looks forth مِنfrom عَليائِهاher lofty heights مُتَبسِّماsmiling
وتُطِلُّ مِن عَليائِها مُتَبسِّما
مِنهاfrom her مُحَيَّاthe countenance of اليُمنِgood fortune والإسعَادand happiness
مِنها مُحَيَّا اليُمنِ والإسعَاد
And from her lofty heights there looks forth, smiling,
She smiles down benevolently from her heights
Her countenance of good fortune and happiness.
Bestowing fortune and joy upon her guests
هيهاتَimpossible! تَهدِمُdemolish ضَربةٌa blow مِنfrom مِعولِthe pickaxe of الطthe… (start of 'tyranny')
هيهاتَ تَهدِمُ ضَربةٌ مِن مِعولِ الط
طُغيانِtyranny صَرحَthe edifice of حضارةِthe civilization of الأمجَادglories
طُغيانِ صَرحَ حضارةِ الأمجَاد
Never could a blow from the pickaxe of
Never can the tyrant's hammer
tyranny destroy the edifice of glorious civilization.
Destroy the edifice of splendid civilization
قالواthey said خَبَتdied out بينَamid الرَّمَادthe ashes شَرارةٌa spark
قالوا خَبَت بينَ الرَّمَاد شَرارةٌ
فاليومَso today سلask عنهاabout it شَتِيتَscattered رَمَادashes
فاليومَ سل عنها شَتِيتَ رَمَاد
They said, “A spark died out amid the ashes.”
They said its embers faded into ashes
So today, ask the scattered ashes about it.
Now ask the scattered ashes about its sparks
للِهto God! (in admiration) مِنfrom نارِthe fire of البُطولةِheroism جَذوةٌa firebrand
للِه مِن نارِ البُطولةِ جَذوةٌ
زادتhas increased حَرارَتُهاits heat عَنbeyond المُعتادthe usual
زادت حَرارَتُها عَن المُعتاد
By God, what a firebrand from the fire of heroism—
God, the ember of heroism
Its heat has risen beyond the ordinary!
Has increased its heat beyond custom
خَالوهُمthey thought them الأغنامَthe sheep لمَّاwhen استأسَدُواthey acted like lions
خَالوهُم الأغنامَ لمَّا استأسَدُوا
زَمناfor a time عليهِمover them بعدَafter فقدِthe loss of عَتَادarmaments
زَمنا عليهِم بعدَ فقدِ عَتَاد
They thought them sheep when they played the lions
They deemed them sheep, when lions they became
Over them for a time, after the loss of arms,
For a time ruling over them, after losing their shepherd
حتَّىuntil أتىcame زمنُthe time of الفِصالseparation مُمَيِّزاdistinguishing
حتَّى أتى زمنُ الفِصال مُمَيِّزا
مَنwho مِنهمُamong them الأغنَامُthe sheep مِنfrom آسادِlions
مَن مِنهمُ الأغنَامُ مِن آسادِ
Until the time of separation came, distinguishing
Until the time of reckoning came, separating
The sheep among them from the lions.
The sheep from the lions in their den
فَدرىthen he learned الدَّخيلَthe intruder ولمand had not يَكنbeen يَدرِيaware بأنthat (word continues)
فَدرى الدَّخيلَ ولم يَكن يَدرِي بأن
نَ(completes 'that') الدَّاخِليِthe insider قدalready كانَhad been بالمِرصَادlying in wait
نَ الدَّاخِليِ قد كانَ بالمِرصَاد
Then the intruder learned—he had not known—that
So the invader realized, though he knew not
The insider had been lying in wait.
That the native had been lying in wait
غرَسُواthey planted كأوتادٍlike stakes رجاءin hope of نَمَائِهاtheir growth
غرَسُوا كأوتادٍ رجاء نَمَائِها
لاnot تُورِقُput forth leaves الأعوادُthe branches مِنfrom أوتَادstakes
لا تُورِقُ الأعوادُ مِن أوتَاد
They planted them like stakes, hoping they would grow;
They planted, like tent pegs, the hope of its growth
Leafy branches do not spring from stakes.
Yet tent pegs do not blossom into trees
قدalready كَانhad been ذاthis one مِنfrom قَبلِbefore ذاthat one مُتيقِّناcertain
قد كَان ذا مِن قَبلِ ذا مُتيقِّنا
رغماin spite عنof الإِرغَاءthe bellowing والإِزبَادand the frothing
رغما عن الإِرغَاء والإِزبَاد
This one had already been certain before that one,
Each had been so certain before
Despite the bellowing and the frothing.
Despite dissuasion and discouragement
حتىuntil أتىcame إبَّانُهhis appointed time فتلاقَياand then the two met
حتى أتى إبَّانُه فتلاقَيا
فكأَنماso it was as though كاناthe two were علَىat مِيعَادan appointed meeting
فكأَنما كانا علَى مِيعَاد
Until his moment came, and the two met,
Until the time came for them to meet
As though they had arranged a rendezvous.
As though they had planned their rendezvous
إنَّindeed الشدائدَhardships للعَزائِمfor firm resolve صَيقَلٌa burnisher
إنَّ الشدائدَ للعَزائِم صَيقَلٌ
سِيماespecially إذاwhen مرَّتthey passed عنِfrom الأنجَادthe valiant
سِيما إذا مرَّت عنِ الأنجَاد
Indeed, hardships are a burnisher of resolve,
Hardships are but whetstones for strong wills
Especially once they have passed from the valiant.
Especially when they exceed all expectations
والعَضبُand the keen sword بعدَafter الشَّحذِthe honing أروعُmost splendid ماwhat يُرَىis seen
والعَضبُ بعدَ الشَّحذِ أروعُ ما يُرَى
فيin فَريهِits severing هَاماًheads عنِfrom الأجسَادthe bodies
في فَريهِ هَاماً عنِ الأجسَاد
And the keen sword, once honed, is most splendid to behold
More wondrous to behold after sharpening
As it severs heads from bodies.
Is the sword, sweeping the heads off bodies
لاmay not أيتَمmake orphans of الرحمانُthe Merciful منof مَرآكthe sight of you يَاO
لا أيتَم الرحمانُ من مَرآك يَا
أُمَّmother of العَواصِمthe capitals أعيُنَthe eyes of الأولاَدِthe children
أُمَّ العَواصِم أعيُنَ الأولاَدِ
May the Merciful never leave orphaned of the sight of you—O
May the Merciful never deprive you, O
Mother of capitals—the eyes of children.
Mother of cities, beloved of children, of His gaze
Sol 6.1