أَخيmy brother حاليmy condition لِفَقدكbecause of losing you عَنfrom جُفونيmy eyelids
أَخي حالي لِفَقدك عَن جُفوني
كَحالِlike the condition of الشَّمسِthe sun فيin فَقدthe loss of الشعاعِradiance
كَحالِ الشَّمسِ في فَقد الشعاعِ
My brother, my state with you absent from my eyes
My brother, my state without you before my eyes
is like the sun's when its radiance is lost.
Is like the sun missing its rays
عدانيkept me away عَنكَfrom you تَعجيزٌincapacitation وَعُذرٌand an excuse
عداني عَنكَ تَعجيزٌ وَعُذرٌ
طَريفٌunusual إِنif أَصَختَyou listened attentively إِلىto اِستِماعِlistening
طَريفٌ إِن أَصَختَ إِلى اِستِماعِ
Incapacity and an excuse kept me from you—
Excuses keep me from you, though pleasant
a curious one, if you will lend an ear.
If you would but listen
وَذَلِكَand that أَنthat جَرىflowed دَمعيmy tears نَجيعاًas fresh blood
وَذَلِكَ أَن جَرى دَمعي نَجيعاً
وفاضَand overflowed مِنfrom الصُّدورِthe breasts بِلاwithout اِنقِطاعِinterruption
وفاضَ مِن الصُّدورِ بِلا اِنقِطاعِ
And it is this: my tears flowed as fresh blood,
My tears flowed ceaselessly
and poured from breasts without ceasing.
Gushing from my heart without end
فَصرتُso I became إِلَيكَtoward you مجتلباًdrawing بِفصديby my bloodletting
فَصرتُ إِلَيكَ مجتلباً بِفصدي
دَميmy blood منfrom مُقلتيَّmy two eyes إِلىto ذِراعيmy arm
دَمي من مُقلتيَّ إِلى ذِراعي
So, to reach you, I began drawing through bloodletting
So towards you I yearn, with my heart’s blood
my blood from my two eyes into my arm.
Flowing from my tearducts down my arms
فَسالَتso they flowed كُلُّهاall of them تَجريstreaming اِشتياقاًout of longing
فَسالَت كُلُّها تَجري اِشتياقاً
وَسحاًand pouring in torrents كَالشآبيبِlike the rain showers السراعِswift
وَسحاً كَالشآبيبِ السراعِ
Then all of them flowed, streaming with longing,
All run longing for you
and gushing like swift showers of rain.
Cascading like torrents racing downhill
وَلَمand did not يمنَعprevent مسيلٌa stream عَنfrom مسيلٍa stream
وَلَم يمنَع مسيلٌ عَن مسيلٍ
وَكادَand nearly الجرحthe wound يُرغبُmakes one eager فيfor اِنتِجاعيseeking my bounty
وَكادَ الجرح يُرغبُ في اِنتِجاعي
And one stream did not hold back another,
No channel stemmed another’s flow
and the wound almost enticed one to seek me out.
My wound almost wished to reclaim me
فَكُنتُso I was كَمَنlike someone who يُداوىis treated مِنfor صداعٍa headache
فَكُنتُ كَمَن يُداوى مِن صداعٍ
فَخفَّso it eased وَلمand did not يزُلdisappear أَلمُthe pain of الصُّداعِthe headache
فَخفَّ وَلم يزُل أَلمُ الصُّداعِ
So I was like someone treated for a headache:
I was like one who treats a headache
it eased, but the headache's pain did not disappear.
That lightened, but the pain remained
Sol 6.1