أناI القصِيدُthe poem ومَتْنيand my text حِبرُهُits ink الوجَعُpain
أنا القصِيدُ ومَتْني حِبرُهُ الوجَعُ
فيin كُلّevery بيتٍverse عويلٌa wail قَدَّهُtore it open الهَلَعُpanic
في كُلّ بيتٍ عويلٌ قَدَّهُ الهَلَعُ
I am the poem, and pain is the ink of my text.
In every verse, a wail torn open by panic.
أناI السّليلُthe scion لإرثof a heritage غابvanished منsince أزلٍtime immemorial
أنا السّليلُ لإرث غاب من أزلٍ
كانwas الأثيلَdeep-rooted بأرضٍin a land أهْلُهاits people سَطَعواthey shone
كان الأثيلَ بأرضٍ أهْلُها سَطَعوا
I am the scion of a heritage lost since time immemorial,
Once deep-rooted in a land whose people shone.
سَماؤُناour sky حَبِلَتgrew pregnant مِنْfrom فُجْرِdepravity مُغْتَصِبٍa ravisher
سَماؤُنا حَبِلَت مِنْ فُجْرِ مُغْتَصِبٍ
وأرضُناand our land عَنوةًby force تُسْبىis taken captive وتُنْتَزَعُand is wrested away
وأرضُنا عَنوةً تُسْبى وتُنْتَزَعُ
Our sky grew pregnant from a ravisher's depravity,
And our land is taken captive by force and wrested away.
صِرْناwe became مَطاياmounts ولمْand did not تَنْهَضْrise عَزائِمُناour resolve
صِرْنا مَطايا ولمْ تَنْهَضْ عَزائِمُنا
أشْتاتُناour scattered groups اعْتَلَجَتْclashed عاثَتْwreaked havoc بِهاamong them الشِّنَعُatrocities
أشْتاتُنا اعْتَلَجَتْ عاثَتْ بِها الشِّنَعُ
We became mounts, and our resolve did not rise.
Our scattered groups clashed; atrocities ravaged them.
غابَvanished الرَّجاءُhope بغِربيبٍin pitch-black gloom بهِwithin it هَجَعَتslept
غابَ الرَّجاءُ بغِربيبٍ بهِ هَجَعَت
عَيْنُthe eye الأمانيhopes لعُربٍfor Arabs فأْلُهُمْtheir omen شِيعُfactions
عَيْنُ الأماني لعُربٍ فأْلُهُمْ شِيعُ
Hope vanished in pitch-black gloom; within it slumbered
The eye of Arab hopes—factions are their omen.
ياO وَيحَalas for نائِحةٍa wailing woman نادَتshe cried out عَلىover عَرَبٍArabs
يا وَيحَ نائِحةٍ نادَت عَلى عَرَبٍ
شَراذِمٍscattered bands وفُرادىand lone individuals هاجَهَمroused them فَزَعُpanic
شَراذِمٍ وفُرادى هاجَهَم فَزَعُ
Alas for a wailing woman who cried out over Arabs:
Scattered bands and lone individuals, stirred by panic.
ناحَwailed الرَّويُّthe rhyming consonant علىover أطْلالِruins عِزّتِناour glory
ناحَ الرَّويُّ على أطْلالِ عِزّتِنا
إناindeed we are غُثاءٌflotsam بِهَof it قَدْalready ضاقَتِgrew weary الشِّرَعُthe laws
إنا غُثاءٌ بِهَ قَدْ ضاقَتِ الشِّرَعُ
The rhyming consonant wailed over the ruins of our glory.
We are indeed flotsam, of which the laws have grown weary.
قوميmy people تنحّواthey withdrew عَنِfrom الأمْجادِglories وانْدَحَرواand they were routed
قومي تنحّوا عَنِ الأمْجادِ وانْدَحَروا
لاno غِبْطةٌjoy يَجْتَبيهاgathers it الشِّعْرُpoetry مُذْsince خَنَعواthey submitted meekly
لا غِبْطةٌ يَجْتَبيها الشِّعْرُ مُذْ خَنَعوا
My people withdrew from glory and were routed.
No joy has poetry gathered since they bowed in submission.
Sol 6.1