بَكَيْتُI wept وَهَلْand does عَادَstill يُجْدِيdo any good الْبُكَاءْweeping
بَكَيْتُ وَهَلْ عَادَ يُجْدِي الْبُكَاءْ
نَسُونِيthey forgot me وَمَاand not نِلْتُI received حَتَّىeven الْعَزَاءْconsolation
نَسُونِي وَمَا نِلْتُ حَتَّى الْعَزَاءْ
I wept—but does weeping still do any good?
I wept, but does weeping avail?
They forgot me, and I received not even consolation.
They forgot me, I gained not even solace.
فَكُنْتُfor I was كَبَدْرٍlike a full moon يُنِيرُilluminates الدُّجَىthe darkness
فَكُنْتُ كَبَدْرٍ يُنِيرُ الدُّجَى
وَقَدْand indeed نُسِيَwas forgotten الْيَوْمَtoday بِالْكَهْرَبَاءْbecause of electricity
وَقَدْ نُسِيَ الْيَوْمَ بِالْكَهْرَبَاءْ
For I was like a full moon illuminating the darkness,
I was like the moon, lighting up the gloom,
And today it has been forgotten because of electricity.
Yet today eclipsed by electricity.
أَنَاI جَنَّةٌa paradise فِيin الْوُجُودِthe world لِكَيْso that
أَنَا جَنَّةٌ فِي الْوُجُودِ لِكَيْ
يَجُولَmay wander الْوَرَىhumankind سَاعَةًfor an hour فِيin صَفَاءْserenity
يَجُولَ الْوَرَى سَاعَةً فِي صَفَاءْ
I am a paradise in the world, so that
I am a garden of being, so the world
Humankind may wander for an hour in serenity.
Might wander an hour in serenity.
وَقَدْand indeed رَسَمُونِيthey painted me عَلَىon لَوْحَةٍa canvas
وَقَدْ رَسَمُونِي عَلَى لَوْحَةٍ
فَزِدْتُso I added جَمَالاًbeauty وَزِدْتُand I increased الْبَهَاءْthe splendor
فَزِدْتُ جَمَالاً وَزِدْتُ الْبَهَاءْ
And they have painted me on a canvas,
They painted me on a panel,
So I added beauty and increased the splendor.
So I gained in beauty and splendor.
هَلِdoes الرَّسْمُthe picture يُغْنِيsuffice عَنِin place of الأَصْلِthe original أَوْor
هَلِ الرَّسْمُ يُغْنِي عَنِ الأَصْلِ أَوْ
لِرَسْمٍfor a picture مَعَwith الأَصْلِthe original أَيُّany اسْتِوَاءْequality؟
لِرَسْمٍ مَعَ الأَصْلِ أَيُّ اسْتِوَاءْ؟
Can the picture replace the original, or
Does the painting suffice without the original?
Can any picture stand equal to the original?
Or is there equality between copy and original?
أَنَاI الأَصْلُthe root أَرْضِيَmy land بِيthrough me جَنَّةٌa paradise
أَنَا الأَصْلُ أَرْضِيَ بِي جَنَّةٌ
وَغَيْرِيand others besides me الْفُرُوعُthe branches لَهَاfor them بِيthrough me النَّمَاءْgrowth
وَغَيْرِي الْفُرُوعُ لَهَا بِي النَّمَاءْ
I am the root; through me, my land is a paradise,
I am the original, I make a garden content.
And others are the branches, whose growth comes through me.
The branches are other than I, yet from me they acquire growth.
فَإِنْso if مِتُّI die مَاتَdie الْفُرُوعُthe branches وَإِنْand if
فَإِنْ مِتُّ مَاتَ الْفُرُوعُ وَإِنْ
مَرِضْتُI fall ill فَهَلْthen can لِلْفُرُوعِfor the branches الشِّفَاءْhealing
مَرِضْتُ فَهَلْ لِلْفُرُوعِ الشِّفَاءْ
So if I die, the branches die; and if
If I die, the branches die. If I sicken,
I fall ill, can the branches recover?
Can the branches find healing?
وَهَلْand has عَاشَlived فَرْعٌa branch بِدُونِيwithout me وَمَاand not
وَهَلْ عَاشَ فَرْعٌ بِدُونِي وَمَا
أُلاقِيI encounter مِنَfrom الْقَوْمِthe people إِلاَّexcept الْجَفَاءْcoldness
أُلاقِي مِنَ الْقَوْمِ إِلاَّ الْجَفَاءْ
And has a branch lived without me? Yet I do not
Did a branch outlive me? I meet
Meet anything from people but coldness.
With my people only aloofness.
أَنَاI الْبَحْرُthe sea مَائِيَmy water مَاءُwater of الذَّهَبْgold
أَنَا الْبَحْرُ مَائِيَ مَاءُ الذَّهَبْ
وَقَاعِيand my seabed بِهِin it الدُّرُّpearls لَيْسَnot فَنَاءْdestruction
وَقَاعِي بِهِ الدُّرُّ لَيْسَ فَنَاءْ
I am the sea; my water is liquid gold,
I am the sea, my water is liquid gold,
And my seabed holds pearls, not destruction.
My depth conceals pearls, no exhaustion.
فَمَنْso whoever يَمْدُدِextends الْيَدَthe hand نَالَobtains الذَّهَبْgold
فَمَنْ يَمْدُدِ الْيَدَ نَالَ الذَّهَبْ
وَمَنْand whoever غَاصَdives فَالدُّرُّthen pearls نِعْمَexcellent is الْجَزَاءْthe reward
وَمَنْ غَاصَ فَالدُّرُّ نِعْمَ الْجَزَاءْ
So whoever extends a hand obtains gold,
So he who reaches out takes the gold,
And whoever dives—pearls are an excellent reward.
And he who dives finds pearls, a fine recompense.
أَنَاI النَّهْرُthe river إِذْمَاwhenever رَآنِيsees me الصَّدَىthirst
أَنَا النَّهْرُ إِذْمَا رَآنِي الصَّدَى
سَيَنْهَلُwill drink deeply مِنِّيَfrom me مَاءًwater رَوَاءْthirst-quenching
سَيَنْهَلُ مِنِّيَ مَاءً رَوَاءْ
I am the river; whenever thirst beholds me,
I am the river, when the echo espy me,
It will drink its fill of thirst-quenching water from me.
It will drink from me water soothing and fresh.
وَلَوْلاand were it not for الشَّهَامَةُnoble-heartedness مَاnot جُدْتُI gave generously بَلْrather
وَلَوْلا الشَّهَامَةُ مَا جُدْتُ بَلْ
تَمَنَّعْتُI withheld myself إِلاَّexcept مِنَfrom الأَوْفِيَاءْthe faithful
تَمَنَّعْتُ إِلاَّ مِنَ الأَوْفِيَاءْ
And were it not for noble-heartedness, I would not give; rather,
But for my pride I would not have yielded,
I would withhold myself from all but the faithful.
I would have refused all save the faithful.
وَلَيْسَand does not الْكَرِيمُthe generous person يُجَازِيrepay بِمَاwith what
وَلَيْسَ الْكَرِيمُ يُجَازِي بِمَا
يُلاقِيhe encounters مِنَof الْحُمْقِfoolishness وَالْجُهَلاءْand ignorant people
يُلاقِي مِنَ الْحُمْقِ وَالْجُهَلاءْ
And the generous do not answer in kind
The generous man does not repay
The folly and fools they encounter.
The folly and ignorance he meets with,
وَضَمَّدَand bandaged جُرْحِيmy wound رِجَالٌmen لَهُمْfor them
وَضَمَّدَ جُرْحِي رِجَالٌ لَهُمْ
حَنِينٌyearning وَشَوْقٌand longing لِيَوْمِfor the day of اللِّقَاءْreunion
حَنِينٌ وَشَوْقٌ لِيَوْمِ اللِّقَاءْ
And men have bandaged my wound; they have
And men whose longing and love
Yearning and longing for the day of reunion.
Are for the day of reunion have healed my wounds.
فَهُمْfor they فَقَدُونِيthey lost me سِنَينَyears وَمَاand no
فَهُمْ فَقَدُونِي سِنَينَ وَمَا
كَفَقْدِيlike losing me لَدِيهِمُfor them أَيُّany عَنَاءْhardship
كَفَقْدِي لَدِيهِمُ أَيُّ عَنَاءْ
For they have missed me for years, and no
For years they miss me. How does my
Hardship, to them, compares to losing me.
Absence burden them? It is no trouble.
إِذَاwhen مَاever رَأَىsees وَاحِدٌone person وَرْقَةًa page
إِذَا مَا رَأَى وَاحِدٌ وَرْقَةً
كَأَنَّas though الْمَرِيضَthe sick person يَنَالُobtains الشِّفَاءْhealing
كَأَنَّ الْمَرِيضَ يَنَالُ الشِّفَاءْ
Whenever one of them sees a page,
If one sees a single leaf
It is as though a sick person were finding a cure,
He is like the sick man who finds healing,
كَأَنَّas though الْفَتَىthe young man جُوعُهُhis hunger كَالرَّدَىlike death
كَأَنَّ الْفَتَى جُوعُهُ كَالرَّدَى
رَأَىsaw الضَّانَsheep يُشْوَىbeing roasted لَدَىat الصَّحَرَاءْthe desert
رَأَى الضَّانَ يُشْوَى لَدَى الصَّحَرَاءْ
As though a youth, whose hunger is like death,
Like the starving man whose stomach burns,
Had seen sheep being roasted in the desert.
Who sees meat roasting in the desert.
إِذَاif خَيَّرُوهُمْthey gave them a choice بِمَالِwith the wealth of الْوَرَىhumankind
إِذَا خَيَّرُوهُمْ بِمَالِ الْوَرَى
نَصِيبًاa share مَعِيalongside me كُنْتُهُI would be it لاno مِرَاءْdispute
نَصِيبًا مَعِي كُنْتُهُ لا مِرَاءْ
If they were given the choice of humankind's wealth
If offered the world's riches
As their share, or me, I would be that share—no doubt.
As a share with me, I would be their choice,
وَلَوْand even if لَمْnot يَكُنْthere were لأُنَالَfor me to be obtained ثَمَنْa price
وَلَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ لأُنَالَ ثَمَنْ
سِوَىexcept بَعْضِpart of عُمْرٍa lifetime رَضُواthey would agree بِالْوَفَاءْto paying in full
سِوَى بَعْضِ عُمْرٍ رَضُوا بِالْوَفَاءْ
And even if the only price for obtaining me
And if there was nothing to gain
Were part of a lifetime, they would agree to pay it.
But some of their lifetime, they were content with loyalty.
أَنَاI مِثْلُهُمْlike them غُرْبَةًestrangement فِيamong الْوَرَىhumankind
أَنَا مِثْلُهُمْ غُرْبَةً فِي الْوَرَى
وَيَوْمًاand one day يَكُونُthere will be لِقَاthe meeting of الْغُرَبَاءْthe strangers
وَيَوْمًا يَكُونُ لِقَا الْغُرَبَاءْ
Like them, I am a stranger among humankind,
I am like them, a stranger in the world,
And one day the strangers will meet.
And one day there will be the meeting of strangers.
فَنَنْسَىthen we will forget الْجِرَاحَthe wounds وَهَذَاand this الأَسَىsorrow
فَنَنْسَى الْجِرَاحَ وَهَذَا الأَسَى
وَنَحْيَاand we will live مَعًاtogether دَائِمًاalways قُرَنَاءْcompanions
وَنَحْيَا مَعًا دَائِمًا قُرَنَاءْ
Then we will forget the wounds and this sorrow,
Then we'll forget the wounds and this sorrow,
And live together, forever companions.
And live together always as comrades.
وَلِلنُّورِand for the light نَنْشُرُwe spread نَمْحُوwe erase الدُّجَىthe darkness
وَلِلنُّورِ نَنْشُرُ نَمْحُو الدُّجَى
وَأَبْقَىand I remain وَيَبْقَىand remain لِيَfor me الْفُضَلاءْthe virtuous
وَأَبْقَى وَيَبْقَى لِيَ الْفُضَلاءْ
And we will spread light, erasing the darkness,
To spread light we'll wipe out the gloom,
And I will endure, and the virtuous will remain with me.
And I will remain, and so will the virtuous.