غنّsing ياO بلبلnightingale فوقabove الدّوحthe spreading trees غنّsing
غنّ يا بلبل فوق الدّوح غنّ
أنتyou أولىmore worthy بالهوىof love وand الشّعرpoetry منّيthan I
أنت أولى بالهوى و الشّعر منّي
Sing, O nightingale, above the spreading trees, sing.
Sing, O nightingale, above the branches, sing,
You are worthier of love and poetry than I.
You are more worthy of love and poetry than I.
لكyou have سحرenchantment مثلlike سحريmy enchantment عجبwondrous
لك سحر مثل سحري عجب
أترىI wonder عندكyou have حزناsorrow مثلlike حزنيmy sorrow
أترى عندك حزنا مثل حزني
You have a wondrous enchantment, like mine.
You possess a wondrous magic just like mine,
I wonder, do you have sorrow like mine?
Do you, I wonder, have a sorrow like my sorrow?
فترنّمso sing melodiously بأناشيدwith songs الهوىof love
فترنّم بأناشيد الهوى
ناعماat ease ماas شئتyou wish منfrom غصنa branch لغصنto a branch
ناعما ما شئت من غصن لغصن
So sing the songs of love,
So chant the anthems of love,
at ease, as you please, from branch to branch.
Moving gently as you please from branch to branch,
وand تعلّمlearn كيفhow يبكيweeps شاعرa poet
و تعلّم كيف يبكي شاعر
ضاعwas lost ماsomewhere بينbetween صدودrejection وand تجنّunjust blame
ضاع ما بين صدود و تجنّ
And learn how a poet weeps,
And learn how a poet weeps,
lost between rejection and unjust blame.
Lost between rejection and false accusations.
إنّماonly الدنياthe world وand فيin أمثالهاits parables
إنّما الدنيا و في أمثالها
عبرlessons الدنياof the world وand أصداءechoes التمنّيof longing
عبر الدنيا و أصداء التمنّي
The world is but—and in its parables
Indeed, the world and what resembles it,
lie the world's lessons and the echoes of longing—
Are the lessons of the world and the echoes of wishing.
غارةa raid لمnot أهيّبI feared جمرهاits embers
غارة لم أهيّب جمرها
فنباso failed to cut سيفيmy sword وand لمnot يسلمwas spared مجنّيmy shield
فنبا سيفي و لم يسلم مجنّي
a raid whose embers I did not fear.
A raid whose embers I did not dread,
Yet my sword failed, and my shield was not spared.
Yet my sword recoiled, and my shield was not spared.
ربّmany a دهياءdark calamity أناختsettled بالحمىupon the sanctuary
ربّ دهياء أناخت بالحمى
غابwas absent حاميهits defender ? وand خطبa calamity مرجحنّweighing heavily
غاب حاميه ? و خطب مرجحنّ
Many a dark calamity settled upon the sanctuary,
Many a dark calamity has settled in the sanctuary,
its defender absent, and disaster weighing heavily.
Its protector absent? And a heavy affliction.
بينbetween سمعhearing وand عيانseeing ، ليتنيif only I
بين سمع و عيان ، ليتني
لاnot ترىsees عينيmy eye وand لاnot تسمعhears أذنيmy ear
لا ترى عيني و لا تسمع أذني
Between hearing and seeing—if only
Between hearing and seeing, I wish that I
my eye could not see, nor my ear hear!
Had eyes that could not see and ears that could not hear.
ماwhat علىupon لحنيmy song وand قدalready أرسلتهI sent it forth
ما على لحني و قد أرسلته
يلهبsets ablaze الدنياthe world علىagainst الغاضبthe angry one لحنيmy song
يلهب الدنيا على الغاضب لحني
What blame rests on my song, now that I have sent it forth?
There is no blame on my melody, having sent it forth,
My song sets the world ablaze against the angry one.
My melody inflames the world against the wrathful.
فإذاthen if لمnot أستثرهاI rouse it همماresolves
فإذا لم أستثرها همما
لاmay not ورىspark زنديmy fire-stick وand لاmay not ظلّلcast shade ركنيmy refuge
لا ورى زندي و لا ظلّل ركني
Then, if I do not rouse it to bold resolve,
For if I do not rouse them as resolves,
may my fire-stick strike no spark, nor my refuge cast shade!
May my fire-striker not spark, nor my pillar provide shade.
غنّsing ياO بلبلnightingale فوقabove الدوحthe spreading trees غنّsing
غنّ يا بلبل فوق الدوح غنّ
أنتyou أولىmore worthy بالهوىof love وand الشعرpoetry منّيthan I
أنت أولى بالهوى و الشعر منّي
Sing, O nightingale, above the spreading trees, sing.
Sing, O nightingale, above the branches, sing,
You are worthier of love and poetry than I.
You are more worthy of love and poetry than I.
لستyou do not تدريknow الهمّsorrow بالدنياin the world فخذso take
لست تدري الهمّ بالدنيا فخذ
أيّهاO الطيرbird دروسlessons الهمّin sorrow عنّيfrom me
أيّها الطير دروس الهمّ عنّي
You do not know this world's sorrow; so take,
You do not know worldly sorrow, so take,
O bird, lessons in sorrow from me.
O bird, the lessons of sorrow from me.
تاجthe crown هارونof Harun خباfaded لألاؤهits brilliance
تاج هارون خبا لألاؤه
فبكتso wept دجلةthe Tigris حزناin sorrow وand الفراتthe Euphrates
فبكت دجلة حزنا و الفرات
The brilliance of Harun's crown has faded,
The crown of Harun, its brilliance has faded,
so the Tigris wept in sorrow, and the Euphrates.
So the Tigris wept in sorrow, and the Euphrates.
وذرىand the heights الزّهراءof al-Zahra خرّتfell بعدماafter
وذرى الزّهراء خرّت بعدما
طاولتrivaled in height زهرbright النجومstars النيّراتradiant
طاولت زهر النجوم النيّرات
And al-Zahra's heights fell, after
And the peaks of Al-Zahra collapsed after
rivaling the bright, radiant stars in height.
They had reached the radiant, shining stars.
وبنوand the sons مروانof Marwan ولّواdeparted وانطوواand vanished
وبنو مروان ولّوا وانطووا
وand تخلّواwithdrew عنfrom متونthe backs الصافناتof the poised steeds
و تخلّوا عن متون الصافنات
And Marwan's sons departed and vanished,
And the sons of Marwan have turned away and vanished,
and abandoned the backs of the poised steeds.
And abandoned the backs of purebred steeds.
قلsay لجيشto the army الرومof the Romans ماذاwhat تتّقيdo you fear
قل لجيش الروم ماذا تتّقي
طاحbrought down ريبvicissitudes الدهرof time غدراtreacherously بالغزاةupon the conquerors
طاح ريب الدهر غدرا بالغزاة
Say to the army of the Romans: what do you fear?
Say to the army of the Byzantines: What do you fear?
Time's vicissitudes treacherously felled the conquerors.
The vicissitudes of time have treacherously struck down the conquerors.
لاno بنوsons العبّاسof al-Abbas فيin زخمthe tumult الوغىof battle
لا بنو العبّاس في زخم الوغى
لاno ولاnor أبناءsons حمدانof Hamdan الأباةthe unbowed
لا ولا أبناء حمدان الأباة
No sons of al-Abbas are in the tumult of battle,
Neither the sons of Abbas are in the clash of battle,
no, nor the unbowed sons of Hamdan.
No, nor the proud sons of Hamdan.
عقلتwere hobbled بينbetween خيامthe tents المنحنىof the bend
عقلت بين خيام المنحنى
وand الفراتينthe two Euphrates عتاقthoroughbreds السابقاتthe racers
و الفراتين عتاق السابقات
Hobbled between the tents at the bend
Hobbled among the tents of the river-bend
and the two Euphrates were the thoroughbred racers.
And the two Euphrates are the noble racing mares.
وand هيthey الأسيافthe swords فيin أغمادهاtheir scabbards
و هي الأسياف في أغمادها
صدئتhave rusted ياO ويلتيmy woe للمرهفاتfor the keen blades !
صدئت يا ويلتي للمرهفات !
And they—the swords within their scabbards—
While the swords remain in their sheaths,
have rusted: alas for the keen blades!
Rusted—oh, woe is me for the sharp blades!
غنّsing ياO بلبلnightingale فوقabove الدّوحthe spreading trees غنّsing
غنّ يا بلبل فوق الدّوح غنّ
أنتyou أولىmore worthy بالهوىof love والشعرand poetry منّيthan I
أنت أولى بالهوى والشعر منّي
Sing, O nightingale, above the spreading trees, sing.
Sing, O nightingale, above the branches, sing,
You are worthier of love and poetry than I.
You are more worthy of love and poetry than I.
لستyou do not تدريknow الهمّsorrow بالدنياin the world فخذso take
لست تدري الهمّ بالدنيا فخذ
أيّهاO الطيرbird دروسlessons الهمّin sorrow عنّيfrom me
أيّها الطير دروس الهمّ عنّي
You do not know this world's sorrow; so take,
You do not know worldly sorrow, so take,
O bird, lessons in sorrow from me.
O bird, the lessons of sorrow from me.
قفstand علىat اليرموكthe Yarmuk وand اخشعbow reverently باكياweeping
قف على اليرموك و اخشع باكيا
وand تيمّمperform dry ablution منfrom صعيدthe ground القادسيّةof al-Qadisiyyah
و تيمّم من صعيد القادسيّة
Stand at the Yarmuk and bow reverently, weeping,
Stand at Yarmouk and humble yourself, weeping,
and make dry ablution from al-Qadisiyyah's ground:
And seek the soil of Al-Qadisiyyah,
تربةearth طيبةgood طاهرةpure
تربة طيبة طاهرة
وand قبورgraves منfrom حياthe rain الدمعof tears رويّهwatered
و قبور من حيا الدمع رويّه
earth that is good and pure,
A good, pure earth,
and graves drenched with the rain of tears.
And graves watered by the rain of tears.
هاbehold هناhere مثوىthe resting place الصناديدof the champions الألىwho
ها هنا مثوى الصناديد الألى
قدindeed لوواbent قسراby force عنانthe reins الجاهليّةof the Age of Ignorance
قد لووا قسرا عنان الجاهليّة
Here is the resting place of the champions who
Here lies the resting place of the valiant heroes who
by force bent the reins of the Age of Ignorance.
Forcefully twisted the reins of ignorance.
دوّخواsubdued الرومthe Romans وثلّواand toppled عرشهاtheir throne
دوّخوا الروم وثلّوا عرشها
وطوواand folded حمرred البنودthe banners الفارسيّةPersian
وطووا حمر البنود الفارسيّة
They subdued the Romans and toppled their throne,
They subdued the Byzantines and toppled their throne,
and folded away the red Persian banners.
And folded the red Persian banners.
وand قضواthey died الأحجارthe stones والثمهand kiss it ثرىdust
و قضوا الأحجار والثمه ثرى
طاهراpure واعقرand slaughter علىat القبرthe grave المطيّةthe mount
طاهرا واعقر على القبر المطيّة
And they died—[unclear wording: 'the stones']—and kiss it as dust,
And they shattered the stones, so kiss it as a soil,
pure, and slaughter the mount at the grave.
That is pure, and slaughter your mount over the grave.
ياO قبوراgraves محيتwere erased واندثرتand vanished
يا قبورا محيت واندثرت
أنتyou نبراسa beacon الهدىof guidance والوطنيّةand patriotism
أنت نبراس الهدى والوطنيّة
O graves erased and vanished,
O graves that have been erased and obliterated,
you are a beacon of guidance and patriotism.
You are the beacon of guidance and patriotism.
لكfor you منfrom دمعيmy tears إذاif ضنّwithholds الحياthe rain
لك من دمعي إذا ضنّ الحيا
ديمةsteady rain تبكيweeps ووطفاءand a thick rain cloud روّيهrain-laden
ديمة تبكي ووطفاء روّيه
For you, from my tears, if the rain withholds itself,
You have from my tears, if the rain is stingy,
a steady rain that weeps, and a thick, rain-laden cloud.
A weeping downpour and a heavy, drenching cloud.
غنّsing ياO بلبلnightingale فوقabove الدّوحthe spreading trees غنّsing
غنّ يا بلبل فوق الدّوح غنّ
أنتyou أولىmore worthy بالهوىof love والشّعرand poetry منّيthan I
أنت أولى بالهوى والشّعر منّي
Sing, O nightingale, above the spreading trees, sing.
Sing, O nightingale, above the branches, sing,
You are worthier of love and poetry than I.
You are more worthy of love and poetry than I.
لستyou do not تدريknow الهمّsorrow بالدنياin the world فخذso take
لست تدري الهمّ بالدنيا فخذ
أيّهاO الطيرbird دروسlessons الهمّin sorrow عنّيfrom me
أيّها الطير دروس الهمّ عنّي
You do not know this world's sorrow; so take,
You do not know worldly sorrow, so take,
O bird, lessons in sorrow from me.
O bird, the lessons of sorrow from me.
قدindeed رأواthey saw ليلايmy Layla تذريshedding دمعهاher tears
قد رأوا ليلاي تذري دمعها
كرّمmay honor اللهGod الدموعthe tears الطاهرهpure
كرّم الله الدموع الطاهره
They have seen my Layla shedding her tears.
They saw my Layla shedding her tears,
May God honor those pure tears.
May God honor those pure tears.
حرسmay guard اللهGod جفوناeyelids عطّرتperfumed
حرس الله جفونا عطّرت
بالندىwith dew تلكthose الخدودcheeks الناضرهfresh
بالندى تلك الخدود الناضره
May God guard the eyelids that perfumed
May God guard eyelids that have perfumed
those fresh cheeks with dew.
With dew those radiant cheeks.
كفكفيwipe away دمعكyour tears لاlet not يشهدهwitness it
كفكفي دمعك لا يشهده
ناظرa watching eye حتىeven النجومthe stars الزاهرهshining
ناظر حتى النجوم الزاهره
Wipe away your tears; let them be seen by no
Wipe your tears, lest they be seen by
watching eye, not even the shining stars.
Any onlooker, even the shining stars.
إنّindeed ليI have ياO ابنةdaughter ودّيof my love همّةresolve
إنّ لي يا ابنة ودّي همّة
تخضدcrushes الخطبcalamity ونفساand a soul ثائرهrebellious
تخضد الخطب ونفسا ثائره
I have, O daughter of my love, a resolve
For I have, O daughter of my affection, a resolve
that crushes calamity, and a rebellious soul.
That shatters calamity, and a rebellious soul.
وأرانيand I see myself فيin غدtomorrow مقتحماcharging in
وأراني في غد مقتحما
مستظلاtaking shelter بالسيوفbeneath swords الباترهcleaving
مستظلا بالسيوف الباتره
And I see myself tomorrow charging in,
And I see myself tomorrow charging ahead,
sheltered beneath the cleaving swords,
Seeking shade beneath the sharp swords,
ملقياcasting نفسيmyself فيinto غمرتهاtheir depths
ملقيا نفسي في غمرتها
كيفماhowever دارتturns هناكthere الدائرهthe turn of fortune
كيفما دارت هناك الدائره
casting myself into their tumult,
Throwing myself into its depths,
whatever turn fortune takes there.
However the battle's tide may turn there.
فإذاthen if متّI die غريباa stranger نائياfar away
فإذا متّ غريبا نائيا
وand أناI فيin التسعthe nine بعدafter العاشرهthe tenth
و أنا في التسع بعد العاشره
Then, if I die a stranger, far away,
So if I die a stranger, far away,
while I am in my nineteenth year,
While I am only nineteen,
أذكرينيremember me واحفطيand keep عهدthe covenant الهوىof love
أذكريني واحفطي عهد الهوى
واندبيand lament شؤمthe ill luck الجدودof fortunes العاثرهstumbling
واندبي شؤم الجدود العاثره
remember me, and keep love's covenant,
Remember me and keep the covenant of love,
and lament the ill luck of stumbling fortunes.
And mourn the ill omen of stumbling fortunes.
لستI am not تاللهby God محبّاa lover غادراfaithless
لست تالله محبّا غادرا
لاdo not تكونيbe بعدafter موتيmy death غادرهfaithless
لا تكوني بعد موتي غادره
By God, I am no faithless lover;
By God, I am not a treacherous lover,
do not be faithless after my death.
Do not be treacherous after my death.
غنّsing ياO بلبلnightingale فوقabove الدّوحthe spreading trees غنّsing
غنّ يا بلبل فوق الدّوح غنّ
أنتyou أولىmore worthy بالهوىof love والشعرand poetry منّيthan I
أنت أولى بالهوى والشعر منّي
Sing, O nightingale, above the spreading trees, sing.
Sing, O nightingale, above the branches, sing,
You are worthier of love and poetry than I.
You are more worthy of love and poetry than I.
لستyou do not تدريknow الهمّsorrow بالدنياin the world فخذso take
لست تدري الهمّ بالدنيا فخذ
أيهّاO الطيرbird دروسlessons الهمّin sorrow عنيfrom me
أيهّا الطير دروس الهمّ عني
You do not know this world's sorrow; so take,
You do not know worldly sorrow, so take,
O bird, lessons in sorrow from me.
O bird, the lessons of sorrow from me.