ياO قَبرgrave فَاِهنَأso rejoice بِالَّتيin her whom أَحرَزَتهاyou have secured her
يا قَبر فَاِهنَأ بِالَّتي أَحرَزَتها
هيshe درةa pearl فيin الدَرجthe jewel case لاحَتappeared تَسطَعshines brightly
هي درة في الدَرج لاحَت تَسطَع
O grave, rejoice in her whom you have taken into your keeping.
She is a pearl, shining brightly in its casket.
قَدindeed خانَهاbetrayed her الدَهرُtime المُلَمcalamity-bringing فَأَصبَحَتso she became
قَد خانَها الدَهرُ المُلَم فَأَصبَحَت
لِكُؤسfrom cups of أَسقامillnesses الضَناwasting تَتَجَرَّعshe gulps down
لِكُؤس أَسقام الضَنا تَتَجَرَّع
Calamity-bearing time betrayed her, and she began
To drain the cups of wasting sickness.
ذاقَتshe tasted مَريرَthe bitterness of السَقمِillness مِنfrom عَهدِthe time of الصِباchildhood
ذاقَت مَريرَ السَقمِ مِن عَهدِ الصِبا
حَتّىuntil قَضَتshe spent أَيّامَهاher days تَتَوَجَّعshe suffered pain
حَتّى قَضَت أَيّامَها تَتَوَجَّع
She tasted the bitterness of illness from childhood,
Until her days were spent in pain.
رَحَلَتshe departed وَقَدand already أَفنىhad exhausted النَزيفُthe hemorrhage دِماءَهاher blood
رَحَلَت وَقَد أَفنى النَزيفُ دِماءَها
وَالقَلبُand the heart فيin حَسَراتِهِits sorrows يَتَصَدَّعbreaks apart
وَالقَلبُ في حَسَراتِهِ يَتَصَدَّع
She departed, her blood drained by hemorrhage,
And the heart breaks apart in its anguish.
كَمhow many مِنof طَبيبa physician لَمdid not يَكلgrow weary وَطالَماand often
كَم مِن طَبيب لَم يَكل وَطالَما
داوىhe treated وَلكِنand yet داؤُهاher illness يَتَفَوَّعkeeps flaring up
داوى وَلكِن داؤُها يَتَفَوَّع
Many a physician never wearied, and time and again
Treated her, yet her illness raged on.
كَمhow many لَيلَةa night باتَتshe spent the night تُساهِرkeeping vigil with نَجمُهُits star
كَم لَيلَة باتَت تُساهِر نَجمُهُ
وَتَئِنand she moans مِمّاbecause of what قَدalready حَوَتهُenclosed it الاِضلُعthe ribs
وَتَئِن مِمّا قَد حَوَتهُ الاِضلُع
How many a night she kept vigil with its star,
And moaned at what her ribs contained.
حَتّىuntil أَتىcame أَمرthe command of الالهGod لَهاto her اِدخُليenter
حَتّى أَتى أَمر الاله لَها اِدخُلي
لَحداa grave وَأَمرُand the command of اللَهَGod لاnot يَستَرجِعis recalled
لَحدا وَأَمرُ اللَهَ لا يَستَرجِع
Until God's command came to her: “Enter
A grave”—and God's command cannot be recalled.
ياO رَبLord فَاِجعَلso make جَنَّةthe Garden of المَأوىRefuge لَهاfor her
يا رَب فَاِجعَل جَنَّة المَأوى لَها
داراa home يَطيبُis sweet نَعيمُهاits bliss تَتَمَتَّعshe enjoys
دارا يَطيبُ نَعيمُها تَتَمَتَّع
O Lord, make the Garden of Refuge for her
A home whose sweet bliss she may enjoy.
وَاِسكُبand pour عَلىupon حَصبائِهاher grave's pebbles سَحبclouds of الرِضاfavor
وَاِسكُب عَلى حَصبائِها سَحب الرِضا
فَضلاout of grace وَاِنand even though تَكُit be قَدalready سَقَّهاwatered it الاِدمُعtears
فَضلا وَاِن تَكُ قَد سَقَّها الاِدمُع
And pour clouds of favor upon her grave's pebbles,
Out of grace, though tears have already watered them.
يَهناmay it be sweet لاِربابَto the possessors of النَعيمbliss نَعيمُهُمtheir bliss
يَهنا لاِربابَ النَعيم نَعيمُهُم
طوبىblessedness لِمَنfor whoever مِنfrom نَهرِهِمtheir river يَتَضَلَّعdrinks his fill
طوبى لِمَن مِن نَهرِهِم يَتَضَلَّع
May the blissful rejoice in their bliss;
Blessed is whoever drinks his fill from their river.
ياO مَنهلwellspring of التَشتيتseparation حَسبُكَenough for you ماwhat جَرىhas happened
يا مَنهل التَشتيت حَسبُكَ ما جَرى
فَعُيونُناfor our eyes قَدindeed أَقسَمتُhave sworn لاnot تَهجَعsleep
فَعُيونُنا قَد أَقسَمتُ لا تَهجَع
O wellspring of separation, let what has happened suffice!
For our eyes have sworn never to sleep.
ماwhat بالُis wrong with هذاthis الدَهرage يَفجَأtakes by surprise بِالاِسىwith grief
ما بالُ هذا الدَهر يَفجَأ بِالاِسى
أَلبابُناour minds وَلَكُمand how often بِحُزنِwith sorrow يَفجَعit afflicts
أَلبابُنا وَلَكُم بِحُزنِ يَفجَع
What ails this age, that it brings sudden grief to
Our minds? And how often it afflicts us with sorrow!
ذَهبdeparted الاحبةthe loved ones وَاِستَقَلَّand set out رِكابُهمtheir mounts
ذَهب الاحبة وَاِستَقَلَّ رِكابُهم
ياoh لَيتَwould that روحىmy soul وَدعتhad bidden farewell اِذwhen وَدَعواthey bade farewell
يا لَيتَ روحى وَدعت اِذ وَدَعوا
The loved ones have gone, and their mounts have set out.
Oh, would that my soul had said farewell when they did!
ياoh لَيتَهُمwould that they طَلَبواthey had asked for الفِداءَransom فَهذِهِthen here is
يا لَيتَهُم طَلَبوا الفِداءَ فَهذِهِ
روحىmy soul وَلكِنand yet لَيتَif only لَيسَتis not تَنفَعُof use
روحى وَلكِن لَيتَ لَيسَت تَنفَعُ
Oh, would that they had asked for ransom—here is
My soul! But “if only” is of no avail.
وارادةand the will of المَولىthe Lord تَعالىexalted be شَأنَهُHis majesty
وارادة المَولى تَعالى شَأنَهُ
حَتَمَتhas decreed لَناfor us هذاthis فَماذاso what نَصنَعُcan we do
حَتَمَت لَنا هذا فَماذا نَصنَعُ
And the will of the Lord—exalted be His majesty—
Has decreed this for us; what, then, can we do?
Translation model: Sol 6.1