لَهْفَanguish نَفسيmy soul لِهلالٍfor a crescent طالعٍrising
لَهْفَ نَفسي لِهلالٍ طالعٍ
ماnot استَوىtook its place فيin أُفْقِهِits horizon حتَّىuntil غَرَبْit set
ما استَوى في أُفْقِهِ حتَّى غَرَبْ
How my soul grieves for a rising crescent,
My soul yearns for the crescent moon rising
which had scarcely taken its place in its horizon before it set.
It had barely settled in the horizon before it set
لوif رأَىhe saw ماwhat حلَّbefell بيme مِنfrom بعدِهِafter him
لو رأَى ما حلَّ بي مِن بعدِهِ
مِنof هُمومٍcares غَشِيَتْنيengulfed me وكُرَبْand afflictions
مِن هُمومٍ غَشِيَتْني وكُرَبْ
Had he seen what befell me after his passing—
If it could see what has befallen me after its departure
the cares that engulfed me and the afflictions—
The worries that have overwhelmed me and the sorrows
لَبَكَىhe would surely have wept ليfor me تحتَbeneath أطباقِlayers of الثَّرىthe earth
لَبَكَى لي تحتَ أطباقِ الثَّرى
وبكاءُand the weeping الميْتِof the dead للحيِّfor the living عَجَبْa wonder
وبكاءُ الميْتِ للحيِّ عَجَبْ
he would have wept for me beneath the layers of earth;
It would weep for me beneath the soil's layers
and the dead weeping for the living is a wonder.
And the dead one weeping for the living is a wonder
أناI ميْتٌdead مِثلُهlike him لكنَّهُbut he
أنا ميْتٌ مِثلُه لكنَّهُ
مستريحٌat rest ومماتيand my death فيin تَعَبْsuffering
مستريحٌ ومماتي في تَعَبْ
I am dead like him, but he
I am dead like it but it
is at rest, while my death is fraught with suffering.
Rests in peace while my death is in torment
Sol 6.1