ياO بِشرُBishr ياoh رُبَّmany a مَحزونٍgrieving person بِمَصرَعِناat our death
يا بِشرُ يا رُبَّ مَحزونٍ بِمَصرَعِنا
وَشامِتٍand a gloater جَذِلٍjoyful ماnot مَسَّهُtouched him الحَزَنُsorrow
وَشامِتٍ جَذِلٍ ما مَسَّهُ الحَزَنُ
O Bishr, how many mourn our death,
O harbinger of glad tidings to the grieving lord for our death
and how many gloat in joy, untouched by sorrow.
And gloating, cowardly one untouched by grief
وَماand what شَماتُgloating امرِئٍof a man إِنif ماتَdied صاحِبُهُhis companion
وَما شَماتُ امرِئٍ إِن ماتَ صاحِبُهُ
وَقَدwhile indeed يَرىhe knows أَنَّهُthat he بِالمَوتِto death مُرتَهَنُheld in pledge
وَقَد يَرى أَنَّهُ بِالمَوتِ مُرتَهَنُ
And why should a man gloat if his companion dies,
Gloating ill suits a man when his friend dies
when he knows that he himself is bound to death?
For he sees he too is hostage to death
ياO بِشرُBishr هُبِّيarise فَإِنَّfor indeed النَومَsleep أَرَّقَهُhas disturbed it
يا بِشرُ هُبِّي فَإِنَّ النَومَ أَرَّقَهُ
نأيٌdistance مُشِتٌّsundering وَأَرضٌand a land غَيرُهاother than it الوَطَنُthe homeland
نأيٌ مُشِتٌّ وَأَرضٌ غَيرُها الوَطَنُ
O Bishr, arise, for sleep has been disturbed
O harbinger rest my soul, for sleep has eluded it
by sundering distance and a land that is not home.
A bed is stony and a land not home is the homeland