ياO مَنone who تَغَيَّبَhas stayed away عَنّاfrom us
يا مَن تَغَيَّبَ عَنّا
ماذاwhat التَفَزُّعُthe fear مِنّاof us
ماذا التَفَزُّعُ مِنّا
O you who have stayed away from us,
O you who have been absent from us
why this fear of us?
Why this panic from us?
أَماdo you not تَرىsee الرَوضَthe garden فيهِin it
أَما تَرى الرَوضَ فيهِ
لَناظِرٍfor a beholder ماwhat تَمَنّىhe wished for
لَناظِرٍ ما تَمَنّى
Do you not see the garden, where
Do you not see the meadow in it
a beholder has all he could wish for,
For a spectator what he wished
وَالريحَand the wind فيat جانِبَيهِits two sides
وَالريحَ في جانِبَيهِ
تَهُزُّshakes غُصناًa branch فَغُصناthen another branch
تَهُزُّ غُصناً فَغُصنا
and the wind on either side of it
And the wind on both its sides
shaking branch after branch,
Shakes a branch, then a branch
وَالجَوَّand the sky يَنشُرُspreads out بيضاًwhite ones
وَالجَوَّ يَنشُرُ بيضاً
مِنَof الغُيومِthe clouds وَدُكناand dark ones
مِنَ الغُيومِ وَدُكنا
and the sky spreading white
And the air spreads white
clouds and dark ones?
From the clouds and dusk
فَلاso do not تَدَعناleave us لِكَسبٍfor gain
فَلا تَدَعنا لِكَسبٍ
فَالكَسبُfor gain يَفنىperishes وَنَفنىand we perish
فَالكَسبُ يَفنى وَنَفنى
So do not leave us for gain,
So do not leave us for earnings
for gain passes away, and so do we.
For earnings perish and we perish
فَإِنfor if تَكُنyou have رُمتَyou sought رِبحاًprofit
فَإِن تَكُن رُمتَ رِبحاً
فَإِنَّماthen only رُمتَyou sought غِبناloss
فَإِنَّما رُمتَ غِبنا
For if you have sought profit,
If you have aimed for profit
then you have sought only loss.
You have only aimed for loss
عاوِدreturn إِلىto اللَهوِpleasure وَاِنعَمand enjoy yourself
عاوِد إِلى اللَهوِ وَاِنعَم
ماas long as دامَremains عودُكَyour bough لَدناsupple
ما دامَ عودُكَ لَدنا
Return to pleasure and enjoy yourself,
Return to play and enjoyment
as long as your bough remains supple.
As long as your return is with us
فَإِنَّماfor only العُمرُlife بَيتٌa house
فَإِنَّما العُمرُ بَيتٌ
يَنهَدُّcollapses رُكناًa corner فَرُكناthen another corner
يَنهَدُّ رُكناً فَرُكنا
For life is but a house
For life is but a house
that crumbles, corner by corner.
That collapses part by part
Sol 6.1