أناI، والقَصيدةُand the poem، والحَبيبةُand the beloved، والقَلَمْand the pen
أنا، والقَصيدةُ، والحَبيبةُ، والقَلَمْ
وصُداعُand a headache يومٍa day بالسّياسةِwith politics والتَّحاوُرِand dialogue والأَلَمْand pain
وصُداعُ يومٍ بالسّياسةِ والتَّحاوُرِ والأَلَمْ
I, and the poem, and the beloved, and the pen,
Me, and the poem, and the beloved, and the pen
And the headache of a day filled with politics, dialogue, and pain,
And a headache from a day of politics, debates and pain
وهُمُومُand worries عُمْرٍa lifetime مُزِّقَتْwere torn apart أوقاتُهits hours
وهُمُومُ عُمْرٍ مُزِّقَتْ أوقاتُه
بينَbetween التَّفاؤُلِoptimism، والمخاوفِand fears، والنَّدَمْand regret
بينَ التَّفاؤُلِ، والمخاوفِ، والنَّدَمْ
And the worries of a lifetime whose hours were torn apart
And the worries of a lifetime whose times are torn
Between optimism, fears, and regret.
Between optimism, fears, and regret
والهاتفُand the telephone المَلْعُونُaccursed حيثُwherever أكونُI am
والهاتفُ المَلْعُونُ حيثُ أكونُ
يَتْبَعُنيfollows me، ويَعْزِفُand plays كُلَّevery ثانيةٍsecond رَقَمْa number
يَتْبَعُني، ويَعْزِفُ كُلَّ ثانيةٍ رَقَمْ
And the accursed telephone, wherever I am,
And the cursed phone wherever I am
Follows me, and plays a number every second.
Follows me, and plays every second a number
هذاthis one يَرِنُّrings، وذيand this woman رسائِلُهاher messages تُعاتِبُreproach،
هذا يَرِنُّ، وذي رسائِلُها تُعاتِبُ،
أوor تُهَدِّدُthreaten بالقَطِيعةِwith estrangement والنَّدَمْand regret
أو تُهَدِّدُ بالقَطِيعةِ والنَّدَمْ
This one rings, and this woman's messages reproach me,
This one rings, and hers, her messages reproach,
Or threaten me with estrangement and regret.
Or threaten with estrangement and regret
وأناand I، وأُذنايَand my two ears اللَّتانِwhich
وأنا، وأُذنايَ اللَّتانِ
تُهَدِّدانيboth threaten me بِالتَّجَمُّدِwith freezing والصَّمَمْand deafness
تُهَدِّداني بِالتَّجَمُّدِ والصَّمَمْ
And I, and my two ears, which
And me, and my ears
Threaten me with freezing and deafness.
Which threaten me with numbness and deafness
والقادمونَand those arriving معَwith الصَّباحِthe morning أَعُدُّهُمْI count them
والقادمونَ معَ الصَّباحِ أَعُدُّهُمْ
خمسينَfifty مُحتارِينَbewildered فيamid خَمسينَfifty هَمّworry
خمسينَ مُحتارِينَ في خَمسينَ هَمّ
And those arriving with the morning—I count them:
And those coming with the morning, I count them
Fifty, bewildered amid fifty worries.
Fifty confused in fifty worries
والجَدولُand the schedule الزَّمَنِيُّtime-related فيin ساعاتِهِits hours
والجَدولُ الزَّمَنِيُّ في ساعاتِهِ
كمhow many نَدْوَةٍa seminar سأَرودُwill I attend، كمhow many وَعْدٍa promise، وكمْand how many
كم نَدْوَةٍ سأَرودُ، كم وَعْدٍ، وكمْ
And the timetable, hour by hour—
And the timeline in its hours
How many seminars will I attend, how many promises, and how many...
How much dew will I dispense, how many promises, and how much
وجَميعُand all أوراقيmy papers وكلُّand all دفاتريmy notebooks
وجَميعُ أوراقي وكلُّ دفاتري
غَضْبىangry، تُعاتِبُنيreproach me كَخِلٍّlike a dear friend مُتَّهَمْaccused
غَضْبى، تُعاتِبُني كَخِلٍّ مُتَّهَمْ
And all my papers and all my notebooks
And all my papers and all my notebooks
Are angry, reproaching me like a dear friend under suspicion.
My anger, reproaching me like a accused vinegar
فمتىso when ستَكْتُبُwill you write ذاthis المَقالَthe article لناشرٍfor a publisher؟
فمتى ستَكْتُبُ ذا المَقالَ لناشرٍ؟
ومتىand when سَتُكمِلُwill you finish ذيthis القصيدةَthe poem والنَّغَمْand the melody؟
ومتى سَتُكمِلُ ذي القصيدةَ والنَّغَمْ؟
So when will you write this article for a publisher?
So when will you write this article for the publisher?
And when will you finish this poem and the melody?
And when will you complete this poem and melody?
والزَّوجةُand the wife الحَمقاءُfoolish معظمmost of وقتهاher time
والزَّوجةُ الحَمقاءُ معظم وقتها
تبكيweeps، وتَسْلَخُنيand flays me عِتاباتٍreproaches وذَمّْand censure
تبكي، وتَسْلَخُني عِتاباتٍ وذَمّْ
And the foolish wife, for most of her time,
And the foolish wife most of her time
Weeps, and flays me with reproaches and censure.
Cries, and flays me with reproaches and blame
وتَجُوسُand prowls حولَaround حِمىthe sanctum of الرَّسائلِthe messages
وتَجُوسُ حولَ حِمى الرَّسائلِ
واتّصالاتِand calls النّواعمِthe delicate women والتَّتَبُّعِand tracking فيin نَهَمْravenous hunger
واتّصالاتِ النّواعمِ والتَّتَبُّعِ في نَهَمْ
And she prowls around the sanctum of messages
And prowls around the fence of messages
And calls from delicate women, tracking them ravenously.
And communications of coquettes and tracking in lust
ورسائلٌand messages عَتْبَىreproachful؛ لأنّكَbecause you غِبتَwere absent عنfrom
ورسائلٌ عَتْبَى؛ لأنّكَ غِبتَ عن
سَفَرٍa journey لِمُؤتَمَرٍto a conference، ولمand did not تَحْضُرْattend ولمْand did not
سَفَرٍ لِمُؤتَمَرٍ، ولم تَحْضُرْ ولمْ
And reproachful messages, because you missed
And reproachful messages; because you were absent from
A trip to a conference, and did not attend, and did not...
A conference trip, and didn't attend and didn't
والطّالباتُand the women seeking حديثَconversation وُدِّكَyour affection ساعةًfor an hour
والطّالباتُ حديثَ وُدِّكَ ساعةً
مِائةٌa hundred تُحَطِّمُهُنَّshatter them أحزانُsorrows السَّأَمْboredom
مِائةٌ تُحَطِّمُهُنَّ أحزانُ السَّأَمْ
And the women seeking an hour of your affectionate talk—
And the young female students, talk of your affection an hour
A hundred, shattered by boredom's sorrows.
Hundreds whom the sorrows of boredom shatter
والعاشقاتُand the women enamored of حَدِيثكَyour conversation العَذْبَsweet الّذيwhich
والعاشقاتُ حَدِيثكَ العَذْبَ الّذي
عَوَّدْتَهُنَّyou accustomed them عليهto it فيin حُزنٍsorrow وغَمّْand grief
عَوَّدْتَهُنَّ عليه في حُزنٍ وغَمّْ
And the women enamored of your sweet talk, which
And the lovers, your sweet talk which
You have accustomed them to, are in sorrow and grief.
You accustomed them to in sorrow and worry
أينwhere الحياةُlife لشاعرٍfor a poet ولعاشقٍand for a lover
أين الحياةُ لشاعرٍ ولعاشقٍ
يَصِلُjoins الصَّباحَthe morning إلىto الصّباحِthe morning ولمand did not يَنَمْsleep؟
يَصِلُ الصَّباحَ إلى الصّباحِ ولم يَنَمْ؟
Where is life for a poet and a lover
Where is the life for a poet and a lover
Who joins one morning to the next without sleeping?
Who reaches the morning to morning and hasn't slept?
فمتىso when سَتَجْنَحُwill you turn لِلصَّبابةِto ardent longing والهَوىand passion؟!
فمتى سَتَجْنَحُ لِلصَّبابةِ والهَوى؟!
ولأيِّand for which عينٍeye تَنْتَشِيdo you feel rapture ولأيِّand for which فَمْmouth
ولأيِّ عينٍ تَنْتَشِي ولأيِّ فَمْ
So when will you turn to ardent longing and passion?!
So when will you incline to the youth and passion?!
And for which eye will you feel rapture, and for which mouth?
And for which eye will you be lively and for which mouth