شحطناwe grew distant وماand there is no بالدارin the dwelling نأيٌdistance ولاnor شحطremoteness
شحطنا وما بالدار نأيٌ ولا شحط
وشطand grew distant بمنwith those whom نهوىwe love المزارُvisitation ولاand not شطواthey went far
وشط بمن نهوى المزارُ ولا شطوا
We have grown distant, though the dwelling holds neither distance nor remoteness.
We yearn, though home no longer cheers us; yearning itself
And visits to those we love have grown remote, though they have not gone far.
Suffices him whom his loved ones' tombs call, though no answer comes.
أاحبابناO our loved ones ألوتswept away بحادثwith the newly made عهدناour covenant
أاحبابنا ألوت بحادث عهدنا
حوادثُcalamities لاno عهدٌcovenant عليهاbinding on them ولاnor شرطcondition
حوادثُ لا عهدٌ عليها ولا شرط
O our loved ones, our newly made covenant has been swept away
Our friends are buried in the whirlpool of time past-
By calamities bound by neither covenant nor condition.
Whirlpools where no pact holds, no pledge.
لعمركمby your lives انindeed الزمانtime الذيthat مضىhas passed
لعمركم ان الزمان الذي مضى
بتشتيتby scattering جمعthe gathering of الشملthe company مناfrom among us لمشتطsurely overstepping bounds
بتشتيت جمع الشمل منا لمشتط
By your lives, the time that has passed
By your lives! Days gone by rent our company.
In scattering our united company has indeed gone too far.
There was no help for it; Fate divided us.
وأماand as for الكرىsleep مذsince لمdid not أزركمI visit you فهاجرٌso it is a deserter
وأما الكرى مذ لم أزركم فهاجرٌ
زيارتهits visits غبat intervals وإلمامهand its brief appearances فرطrare
زيارته غب وإلمامه فرط
And as for sleep, since I have not visited you, it has deserted me;
As for my heart's desire, since I visited you not,
Its visits are intermittent, its brief appearances rare.
It wanders astray, goes on alone, errs from the path.
كأنas though فؤاديmy heart حيثwhere أهوىI love مودعاًentrusted
كأن فؤادي حيث أهوى مودعاً
هوىfell خافقاًfluttering منهfrom him بحيثat the place where هوىfell القرطthe earring
هوى خافقاً منه بحيث هوى القرط
As though my heart, entrusted where I love,
My heart, where'er it longs, is like a bird
Fell, fluttering, from him to where the earring fell.
Beating its wings in fear, lost far from home.
Sol 6.1