تَألّقَgleamed برقlightning منfrom غريبthe distant reaches of اللوىal-Liwā جنحاat nightfall
تَألّقَ برق من غريب اللوى جنحا
فأوسعso it intensified زَنْدَthe fire-stick of الشوقlonging فيin مهجتيmy heart قدحاthe striking of sparks
فأوسع زَنْدَ الشوق في مهجتي قدحا
Lightning gleamed from the distant reaches of al-Liwā at nightfall,
A flash of lightning with strange colors spread its wings.
So it struck abundant sparks from longing’s fire-stick within my heart.
So it widened the fire of yearning in my innermost being like a goblet.
وأزكىand fanned الجوىburning heartache منيwithin me لسالفهfor its past الهوىlove
وأزكى الجوى مني لسالفه الهوى
نسيمa breeze شذاthe fragrance of الخيريّwallflowers منfrom سائرall الأنحاquarters
نسيم شذا الخيريّ من سائر الأنحا
And the heartache within me for bygone love was fanned by
And it purified my passion for the one I loved in the past,
A breeze of wallflower fragrance from every quarter.
Like a gentle eastern breeze blowing from all directions.
وأذكرنيand reminded me of الوجدَthe yearning القديمold سويْجعٌa little cooing bird
وأذكرني الوجدَ القديم سويْجعٌ
يرجَّعtrilling فيin إِثرthe wake of الهديلthe cooing لهbelonging to it صدحاa ringing song
يرجَّع في إِثر الهديل له صدحا
And a little cooing bird reminded me of my old yearning,
And it reminded me of that old love, though anguish
Trilling its ringing song in the wake of the cooing.
That echoes after the trilling, giving rise to laments.
أرنَّit rang out بشجوwith sorrow هاجَstirred بيwithin me كلَّall لوعىmy anguish
أرنَّ بشجو هاجَ بي كلَّ لوعى
لعهدfor a bygone time سفحتI poured out الدمعtears فيin إِثرهits wake سفحاprofusely
لعهد سفحت الدمع في إِثره سفحا
It rang out in sorrow, stirring all my anguish
It sang with a yearning that stirred every sorrow in me
For a bygone time, in whose wake I poured out tears in streams.
For that time when tears gushed copiously after it.