ياO جابرَmender of العثراتِstumbles يكْفيenough لاdo not تَزِدْadd more
يا جابرَ العثراتِ يكْفي لا تَزِدْ
فبناتُfor the daughters of صَدرِكyour breast فيin الحناياthe inner folds تحتشِدْcrowd together
فبناتُ صَدرِك في الحنايا تحتشِدْ
O mender of stumbles, enough—do no more.
O He who mends stumbles, enough, do not increase
For the daughters of your breast throng within its folds.
For the daughters of your breast gather in the folds
كَثُرَhave grown numerous الشُّكَاةُthose who lament وأنتَand you تُطْرِقُbow your head سامعاًlistening
كَثُرَ الشُّكَاةُ وأنتَ تُطْرِقُ سامعاً
تَطْويyou fold away شَكاتَكَyour complaint كَيْso that تلاقيyou meet ماwhatever يَرِدْcomes
تَطْوي شَكاتَكَ كَيْ تلاقي ما يَرِدْ
Those who lament have grown many, and you listen with head bowed,
Complaints multiplied while you listen bowing
Folding away your own complaint to face whatever comes.
You fold your complaints to find what will come back
ماnot عُدْتَyou are any longer تَقْوىyou have the strength أنْto تَظَلَّyou remain مُواسِياًa comforter
ما عُدْتَ تَقْوى أنْ تَظَلَّ مُواسِياً
والرُّوحُand the soul فيكَwithin you مِنَbecause of النّوائِبِcalamities تَرْتَعِدْtrembles
والرُّوحُ فيكَ مِنَ النّوائِبِ تَرْتَعِدْ
You no longer have the strength to keep offering comfort,
You can no longer endure remaining consoling
And the soul within you trembles at calamities.
And the soul in you shudders from tribulations
تَمْتَصُّyou absorb أوْجاعاًpains تفرعنhas grown tyrannical like Pharaoh رَوْعُهاtheir terror
تَمْتَصُّ أوْجاعاً تفرعن رَوْعُها
والحلمُand the dream ممهورٌsealed بِنزفٍwith bleeding مُسْتَبِدْtyrannical
والحلمُ ممهورٌ بِنزفٍ مُسْتَبِدْ
You absorb pains whose terror has grown tyrannical like Pharaoh,
You suck in pains, frightening is their horror
And the dream is sealed with tyrannical bleeding.
And dreams are flooded with insistent bleeding
إنّindeed الرّزاياcalamities قَدْalready تَكاثَرَhas multiplied نَسْلُهاtheir offspring
إنّ الرّزايا قَدْ تَكاثَرَ نَسْلُها
وتَجَمَّرتْand they became embers فيin قَبْوِthe cellar of روحِكَyour soul تَتَّقِدْblaze
وتَجَمَّرتْ في قَبْوِ روحِكَ تَتَّقِدْ
Indeed, the offspring of calamities have multiplied,
Indeed troubles have multiplied their progeny
And they have turned to embers, blazing in your soul's cellar.
And they are burning as embers in your soul’s lap
وإذاand when طَوَتْكَenfolds you غَياهِبٌdeep darkness فيin جُبِّهاits well
وإذا طَوَتْكَ غَياهِبٌ في جُبِّها
لَمْnot تُفْتَقَدْyou are missed قَدَرٌfate قَضىdecreed أنْthat تَفْتَقِدْyou suffer loss
لَمْ تُفْتَقَدْ قَدَرٌ قَضى أنْ تَفْتَقِدْ
And when deep darkness enfolds you in its well,
And if darkness enfolds you in its bosom
You will not be missed; fate has decreed that you must suffer loss.
No fate is missed that fate ordained you miss
كَمْhow often فَرَّfled مِنْكَfrom you السَّعْدُgood fortune مَذْعوراًterrified كَماlike
كَمْ فَرَّ مِنْكَ السَّعْدُ مَذْعوراً كَما
ظَبْيٍa gazelle مِنَfrom الصيَّادِthe hunter ذُعْرًاin fright يَبْتَعِدْmoves away
ظَبْيٍ مِنَ الصيَّادِ ذُعْرًا يَبْتَعِدْ
How often good fortune has fled from you, terrified, like
How much did happiness flee frightened from you
A gazelle retreating from the hunter in fright.
Like a gazelle from the hunter fleeing far
مُذْever since جَرَّعَتْكَmade you swallow كُؤوسُthe cups of لَيْلِكَyour night عَلْقَماًbitter colocynth
مُذْ جَرَّعَتْكَ كُؤوسُ لَيْلِكَ عَلْقَماً
وَسُيوفُand the swords of وَيْلاتِthe woes of النّوىseparation لَمْnot تَنْغَمِدْhave been sheathed
وَسُيوفُ وَيْلاتِ النّوى لَمْ تَنْغَمِدْ
Ever since the cups of your night made you swallow bitter colocynth,
Since the cups of your night made you swallow bitterness
And the swords of separation's woes have not been sheathed,
And the swords of dire fates did not sheathe
مَنْwho ياoh تُرىone wonders يُصْغيlistens لِدَمْعِكَto your tears إنْif هَوىfall؟
مَنْ يا تُرى يُصْغي لِدَمْعِكَ إنْ هَوى؟
مَنْwho ذاthis one يُجيرُكَshelters you مِنْfrom صَقيعٍfrost يَطَّرِدْspreads steadily ؟
مَنْ ذا يُجيرُكَ مِنْ صَقيعٍ يَطَّرِدْ ؟
Who, I wonder, listens to your tears if they fall?
Who, I wonder, would listen if your teardrop fell?
Who is there to shelter you from frost that keeps spreading?
Who would give you refuge from a cold that expels?
Sol 6.1