لاdo not ترقبواexpect منيfrom me الدموعtears رخيصةcheap
لا ترقبوا مني الدموع رخيصة
أغلىthe costliest الدموعtears المحرقاتsearing دموعيmy tears
أغلى الدموع المحرقات دموعي
Do not expect cheap tears from me;
Do not expect cheap tears from me
My tears are the costliest of searing tears.
The most precious tears are my burning tears
ليستare not علىover نفسa soul تراقshed وإنماbut rather
ليست على نفس تراق وإنما
هيthey بعضpart of قربانيmy sacrificial offering لغوثfor the relief of جموعmultitudes
هي بعض قرباني لغوث جموع
They are not shed over a single soul; rather,
Not for a soul that passes away, but
They are part of my offering to succor multitudes.
They are part of my offering to help the masses
نثرتwere scattered شواظاflame ليسdoes not يرحمshow mercy to ظالماan oppressor
نثرت شواظا ليس يرحم ظالما
أوor عابثاa reckless trifler ويبرand is kind بالمفجوعto the bereaved
أو عابثا ويبر بالمفجوع
Scattered as flame that spares no oppressor
I scattered them recklessly, not to pity an oppressor
Or reckless trifler, yet is kind to the bereaved.
Or a trifler, and to alleviate the aggrieved
كالجحفلlike the host اللجبclamorous الذيwhich تعنوbow لهbefore it
كالجحفل اللجب الذي تعنو له
أممnations ويشخرand snorts بالظماwith thirst والجوعand hunger
أمم ويشخر بالظما والجوع
Like the clamorous host before which bow
Like the torrents of rain to which
Nations, while it snorts with thirst and hunger.
Nations appeal, and it rumbles with famine and hunger
شعريmy poetry دموعيmy tears وهوand it is إنسانيّتيmy humanity
شعري دموعي وهو إنسانيّتي
وتحرقيand my burning anguish لمواطنيfor my homelands وخشوعيand my reverence
وتحرقي لمواطني وخشوعي
My poetry is my tears, and it is my humanity,
My poetry, my tears, and my humanity
And my burning anguish for my homelands, and my reverence.
And my burning for my homeland and my devotion
ينسابflows gently فيin الغدرانthe pools منfrom ألحانهits melodies
ينساب في الغدران من ألحانه
ألقradiance ويعبقand breathes fragrance ضاحكاsmiling لزروعfor crops
ألق ويعبق ضاحكا لزروع
From its melodies there flows into the pools
It flows in the valleys from its melodies
A radiance; it breathes fragrance, smiling upon crops.
Radiance, and it smells laughingly of crops
ويعودand returns بالأملwith hope المجانبthat keeps aloof راضياcontent
ويعود بالأمل المجانب راضيا
منfrom بعدafter هجرتهits desertion أعزthe dearest شفيعintercessor
من بعد هجرته أعز شفيع
And it brings back estranged hope, content,
And it returns with hope that was absent, content
After its desertion, as the dearest intercessor.
After its estrangement, the most precious intercessor
ويفيضand overflows كالبركانlike a volcano فيin حممlava لهof its own
ويفيض كالبركان في حمم له
ويلاwoe علىupon المتجبرthe tyrant المفزوعterror-stricken
ويلا على المتجبر المفزوع
And, like a volcano, it pours out in its lava
And it overflows like a volcano in its concern
Woe upon the terror-stricken tyrant.
Woe to the arrogant frightened one
شخصيتانtwo personalities لهit has توحدتاhave become one كماjust as
شخصيتان له توحدتا كما
يتوحدbecomes one المنظورwhat is seen بالمسموعwith what is heard
يتوحد المنظور بالمسموع
It has two natures, united as one, just as
It has two personalities that have united
What is seen becomes one with what is heard.
As the visible unites with the audible
أوor كالصلابةlike firmness أودعتwas lodged فيin رقةtenderness
أو كالصلابة أودعت في رقة
أوor كالبطولةlike heroism فيin إهابskin وديعgentle
أو كالبطولة في إهاب وديع
Or like firmness lodged in tenderness,
Or as the rigor deposited in the gentleness
Or like heroism in a gentle skin.
Or as the heroism in the shyness and calm
هذيthese دموعيmy tears لاnot ميوعةmawkishness عاجزa helpless man
هذي دموعي لا ميوعة عاجز
غرّnaïve ولاnor بالكyour mind (unclear here) بكاءweeping خليعa libertine
غرّ ولا بالك بكاء خليع
These are my tears, not the mawkishness of a helpless
These are my tears, not flowing feebly
Naïve man, nor [word unclear] a libertine's weeping.
Proud, and do not mind the base weeping
هذاthis قريضيmy verse ثورةa revolt لمواطنيfor my homelands
هذا قريضي ثورة لمواطني
فيin بؤسهاtheir misery وهدايةand guidance المجموعthe whole community
في بؤسها وهداية المجموع
This is my verse: revolt for my homelands
This is my poetry, a revolution for my citizens
In their misery, and guidance for all.
In their misery, and guidance for the masses
هوit ثروةwealth ليfor me حينماwhen هوit ثروةwealth
هو ثروة لي حينما هو ثروة
لمواطنيfor my homelands ورسالتيand my mission ونزوعيand my yearning
لمواطني ورسالتي ونزوعي
It is wealth to me when it is wealth
It is wealth for me when it is wealth
For my homelands—and it is my mission and my yearning.
For my citizens, my message, and my inclination
فاهزأso mock بهat it ماas much as شئتyou wish أوor فانعمthen delight بهin it
فاهزأ به ما شئت أو فانعم به
ياO شعبpeople فهوfor it is حشاشتيmy last remnant of life ودموعيand my tears
يا شعب فهو حشاشتي ودموعي
So mock it as you wish, or else delight in it,
So mock it as you wish or enjoy it
O people, for it is my last remnant of life and my tears.
O people, for it is my love and my tears