حارَتِ الأشعارُ في ماذا تقولْ

حارَتِ الأشعارُ في ماذا تقولْ

شَرَدَ الفِكرُ وقد جَدَّ الرحيلْ

شَرَدَ الفِكرُ وقد جَدَّ الرحيلْ

The poems were at a loss for what to say.

The poems were confused about what to say

The mind wandered, and departure was now in earnest.

The thought wandered as the journey became serious

أزمعوا بيناً وشدّوا رَحْلَهم

أزمعوا بيناً وشدّوا رَحْلَهم

فتوارى طيفُ أحلامي الجميلْ

فتوارى طيفُ أحلامي الجميلْ

They resolved to part and secured their saddles.

They journeyed apart and packed their bags

So the beautiful phantom of my dreams vanished.

So the figure of my beautiful dreams disappeared

وتهاوى الدمعُ في آثارهم

وتهاوى الدمعُ في آثارهم

وهو كالجمر على الخدِّ يسيلْ

وهو كالجمر على الخدِّ يسيلْ

And tears cascaded in their wake,

And tears fell in their traces

And they flow like embers down the cheek.

Like embers flowing down the cheek

إنها روحي أراها أدمعاً

إنها روحي أراها أدمعاً

تملأ الأجفان "و الليلُ يطولْ!

تملأ الأجفان "و الليلُ يطولْ!

Indeed, it is my soul; I see it as tears

It is my soul I see as tears

Filling the eyelids, while the night grows long.

Filling the eyelids, and the night is long!

يا فؤادي" إن يكنْ جَدَّ النوى

يا فؤادي" إن يكنْ جَدَّ النوى

فلياليكَ من اليوم شُكولْ

فلياليكَ من اليوم شُكولْ

O my heart, if separation has become real,

O my heart, if the intention was serious

Then your nights, from this day on, are all alike.

Then your nights from today are dark

ليس فيهن رؤىً بسّامةٌ

ليس فيهن رؤىً بسّامةٌ

كل ما فيهنَّ شكوى وذهولْ

كل ما فيهنَّ شكوى وذهولْ

There are no smiling visions in them;

In them there is no cheerful vision

All they hold is lament and bewilderment.

All that is in them is complaint and anxiety

ولقد أقفرتِ الدنيا فما

ولقد أقفرتِ الدنيا فما

تبصرُ الأعينُ إلا ما يهولْ

تبصرُ الأعينُ إلا ما يهولْ

And the world has indeed grown desolate, so

The world became empty so

The eyes see nothing but what appalls:

Eyes see only what is frightening

أربُعٌ مُقفرةٌ في صمتها

أربُعٌ مُقفرةٌ في صمتها

وشقاءٌ ليته عنا يزولْ!

وشقاءٌ ليته عنا يزولْ!

Dwelling places, desolate in their silence,

Four deserted in their silence

And misery—if only it would leave us!

And misery, if only it would go away from us!

وظلالٌ يبستْ أغصانُها

وظلالٌ يبستْ أغصانُها

وأمانٍ لم تزلْ فيكَ تجولْ

وأمانٍ لم تزلْ فيكَ تجولْ

And shadows whose branches have withered,

Withered are the branches of shadows

And hopes that still wander within you.

And safety that did not cease wandering in you

ما تراها يا فؤادي ضَلَّةً

ما تراها يا فؤادي ضَلَّةً

تَعِبَتْ فيها نفوسٌ وعقولْ

تَعِبَتْ فيها نفوسٌ وعقولْ

Do you not see them, O my heart, as a delusion

You don't see them, my heart, as lost

In which souls and minds have grown weary?

In them wearied souls and minds

إن تكنْ بالوهم تحيا بعد ما

إن تكنْ بالوهم تحيا بعد ما

جدَّ منه البينُ فالوهمُ ذليلْ

جدَّ منه البينُ فالوهمُ ذليلْ

If you live on illusion after

If after the separation you live an illusion

Parting from him has become real, then illusion is abject.

Then illusion is miserable

ما ترانا سُفِحَتْ أدمعُنا

ما ترانا سُفِحَتْ أدمعُنا

وكذاك الدمعُ للوجدِ رسولْ

وكذاك الدمعُ للوجدِ رسولْ

Do you not see us, our tears poured out?

Do you not see our tears poured out

And thus tears are a messenger of longing.

And tears are messengers of passion

نحن صرعى لَفَتاتٍ ورؤىً

نحن صرعى لَفَتاتٍ ورؤىً

وأمانٍ ما إليهنّ سبيلْ

وأمانٍ ما إليهنّ سبيلْ

We lie slain by glances and visions,

We are victims of ghosts and visions

And hopes to which there is no path.

And hopes that have no way to them