أحمامةO dove فيby جنبِthe side of دجلةthe Tigris غردتsang
أحمامة في جنبِ دجلة غردت
الشرقthe East مستمعlistening إليكto you فزيديso sing more
الشرق مستمع إليك فزيدي
O dove that sang beside the Tigris,
The nightingale sang by the banks of the Tigris
the East is listening to you, so sing on.
The East listens to you, so sing more
هاتيbring لناto us السجعاتthe cooing calls مبكيةbringing tears فماfor nothing
هاتي لنا السجعات مبكية فما
غيرother than البكاءweeping يطيبis pleasing للمنكودto the afflicted
غير البكاء يطيب للمنكود
Bring us cooings that move us to tears, for nothing
Give us the rhymes weeping, for nothing
but weeping brings comfort to the afflicted.
Pleases the distressed more than tears
هاتيbring النواحlamentation علىover العراقIraq فنجمهfor its star
هاتي النواح على العراق فنجمه
محقتهblotted it out عاديةُthe onslaught of اللياليthe nights السودdark
محقته عاديةُ الليالي السود
Bring lamentation over Iraq, for its star
Give us the laments for Iraq, for its star
has been blotted out by the onslaught of dark nights.
Has been blotted out by the dark nights
قدindeed روعوكِthey frightened you فطرتso you flew عنaway from أملودهits tender bough
قد روعوكِ فطرت عن أملوده
تبغينseeking أيكاa grove هاديstill الأملودthe tender bough
تبغين أيكا هادي الأملود
They have frightened you, so you flew from its tender bough,
They have frightened you, so you stopped your melody
seeking a grove of still, tender boughs.
You want, O singer of melody
لاdo not تتعبيweary yourself فالشرقfor the East مغرسthe planting-ground of دوحهits great trees
لا تتعبي فالشرق مغرس دوحه
رمسa grave مثارa scene of عواصفstorms ورعودand thunder
رمس مثار عواصف ورعود
Do not weary yourself, for the East's great trees take root
Do not tire yourself, for the East is an orchard
in a grave where storms and thunder rage.
Whose fruits are storms and thunder
لاdo not تتعبيweary yourself فالشرقfor the East لاno وطنhomeland بهin it
لا تتعبي فالشرق لا وطن به
للحرfor the free person انindeed الشرقthe East أرضa land of عبيدslaves
للحر ان الشرق أرض عبيد
Do not weary yourself, for the East holds no homeland
Do not tire yourself, for the East has no homeland
for the free; indeed, the East is a land of slaves.
For the free man, the East is the land of slaves
Sol 6.1