أرَجُfragrance النّسيمِthe breeze سَرَىtraveled مِنَfrom الزَّوراءِal-Zawrāʾ
أرَجُ النّسيمِ سَرَى مِنَ الزَّوراءِ
سَحَراًbefore dawn فَأَحياand revived مَيِّتَa dead one الأَحيَاءِthe living
سَحَراً فَأَحيا مَيِّتَ الأَحيَاءِ
The breeze's fragrance traveled from al-Zawrāʾ
The breeze wafted from Al-Zoraa
Before dawn, reviving the dead among the living.
At dawn, reviving the living dead
أَهدىbrought as a gift لَناto us أَرواحَbreezes نَجدٍNajd عَرفُهُits fragrance
أَهدى لَنا أَرواحَ نَجدٍ عَرفُهُ
فَالجَوُّso the air مِنهُfrom it مُعَنبَرُperfumed with ambergris الأَرجاءِthe surroundings
فَالجَوُّ مِنهُ مُعَنبَرُ الأَرجاءِ
Its scent brought us the breezes of Najd,
It brought us the spirits of Najd, it's known fragrance
And from it the air was ambergris-scented on every side.
The air is perfumed with it everywhere
وَرَوَىand recounted أحاديثَtales الأَحبَّةِthe beloved مُسنِداًattributing their transmission
وَرَوَى أحاديثَ الأَحبَّةِ مُسنِداً
عنfrom إِذخِرٍidhkhir grass بأذاخِرٍat Adhākhir وَسِخاءِand Sikhāʾ
عن إِذخِرٍ بأذاخِرٍ وَسِخاءِ
It recounted tales of the beloved, tracing their transmission
And related the stories of loved ones faithfully
From idhkhir grass at Adhākhir and Sikhāʾ.
Of generosity, nobility, and giving freely
فسَكِرتُso I grew drunk مِنfrom رَيّاthe fragrance of حَواشيthe hems of بُردِهِits cloak
فسَكِرتُ مِن رَيّا حَواشي بُردِهِ
وسَرَتand coursed حُمَيّاthe intoxication of البُرءِhealing فيthrough أَدوائيmy ailments
وسَرَت حُمَيّا البُرءِ في أَدوائي
So I grew drunk on the fragrance of the hems of its cloak,
I got drunk on the scent of its coolness
And the intoxication of healing coursed through my ailments.
And my love spread through my aching soul
ياO رَاكبَrider of الوَجناءِthe sturdy she-camel بُلِّغتَmay you be granted المُنىthe wishes
يا رَاكبَ الوَجناءِ بُلِّغتَ المُنى
عُجturn aside بالحِمَىtoward the protected grounds إنif جُزتَyou pass بالجَرعَاءِthrough al-Jarʿāʾ
عُج بالحِمَى إن جُزتَ بالجَرعَاءِ
O rider of the sturdy she-camel, may your wishes be fulfilled,
O rider of the camel litters, if you reach the beloved lands
Turn aside toward the protected grounds if you pass through al-Jarʿāʾ,
Make haste if you pass through Al-Jorfaa
مُتَيَمِّماheading toward تَلَعاتِthe slopes of واديthe valley of ضارِجٍḌārij
مُتَيَمِّما تَلَعاتِ وادي ضارِجٍ
مُتَيَامِناًbearing right عَنaway from قاعَةِthe flat plain of الوَعسَاءِal-Waʿsāʾ
مُتَيَامِناً عَن قاعَةِ الوَعسَاءِ
Making for the slopes of the valley of Ḍārij,
Looking to the right towards Al-Talaa Pass in Wadi Dharig
Keeping right of the flat plain of al-Waʿsāʾ.
And to the left avoiding Al-Wasa gathering place
وإذاand when أَتَيتَyou reach أُثَيلَthe little tamarisk grove of سَلعٍSalʿ فَالنَّقاthen al-Naqā
وإذا أَتَيتَ أُثَيلَ سَلعٍ فَالنَّقا
فَالرَّقمَتَينِthen al-Raqmatayn فلَعلَعٍthen Laʿlaʿ فَشَظاءِthen Shaẓāʾ
فَالرَّقمَتَينِ فلَعلَعٍ فَشَظاءِ
And when you reach the little tamarisk grove of Salʿ, then al-Naqā,
And when you reach the mounts of Sala, go straight
Then al-Raqmatayn, then Laʿlaʿ, then Shaẓāʾ,
Between the two signs to Al-Lalaa then Al-Shathaa
وكَذاand likewise عَنِaway from العَلَمَينِal-ʿAlamayn مِنfrom شَرقِيِّهِits eastern side
وكَذا عَنِ العَلَمَينِ مِن شَرقِيِّهِ
مِلturn عادِلاًinclining aside للحِلّةtoward the encampment الفَيحَاءِthe spacious
مِل عادِلاً للحِلّة الفَيحَاءِ
And likewise, east of it, away from al-ʿAlamayn,
And likewise from the two signs east of it
Turn aside toward the spacious encampment.
Go straight to the fine sands of Al-Faihaa
واقرِand convey السَلامَgreetings عُرَيبَthe dear Arab folk of ذَيّاكَthat yonder اللِّوَىthe winding sand ridge
واقرِ السَلامَ عُرَيبَ ذَيّاكَ اللِّوَى
مِنfrom مُغرَمٍa love-stricken one دَنِفٍailing كثيبٍsorrowful (apparently intended; literally 'sand dune') نائيfar away
مِن مُغرَمٍ دَنِفٍ كثيبٍ نائي
And convey greetings to the dear Arab folk of that winding dune,
Give my greetings to that bending one with dark eyes
From a love-stricken, ailing, sorrowful man far away,
From a passionate distant lover living remotely
صَبٍّlovesick متىwhenever قَفلَreturned الحَجيجُthe pilgrims تَصاعَدَتrose
صَبٍّ متى قَفلَ الحَجيجُ تَصاعَدَت
زفَرَاتُهُhis sighs بِتَنَفُّسِwith the breathing of الصُّعَداءِdeep sighs
زفَرَاتُهُ بِتَنَفُّسِ الصُّعَداءِ
A lovesick man: whenever the pilgrims return, up rise
My sighs ascend with the departing pilgrims
His sighs in long, deep breaths.
My tears mingling with blood
كَلَمَwounded السُّهَادُsleeplessness جُفونَهُhis eyelids فَتَبادَرَتand flowed swiftly
كَلَمَ السُّهَادُ جُفونَهُ فَتَبادَرَت
عَبراتُهُhis tears مَمزوجَةًmingled بدِماءِwith blood
عَبراتُهُ مَمزوجَةً بدِماءِ
Sleeplessness wounded his eyelids, and swiftly flowed
O dwellers of Al-Bathaa, will there ever be a return
His tears, mingled with blood.
That brings me life, O dwellers of Al-Bathaa?
ياO ساكِنيdwellers of البَطحاءِal-Baṭḥāʾ هَلis there مِنany عَودَةٍreturn
يا ساكِني البَطحاءِ هَل مِن عَودَةٍ
أَحياI may live بِهاthrough it ياO ساكِنيdwellers of البَطحَاءِal-Baṭḥāʾ
أَحيا بِها يا ساكِني البَطحَاءِ
O dwellers of al-Baṭḥāʾ, will there be a return
If my patience runs out, it is endless
Through which I may live again, O dwellers of al-Baṭḥāʾ?
My love of you is old, it knows no waning
إِنif يَنقضيcomes to an end صَبريmy patience فَلَيسَthen it is not بمُنقَضٍat an end
إِن يَنقضي صَبري فَلَيسَ بمُنقَضٍ
وَجديmy yearning القَديمُthe longstanding بكُمfor you ولاnor بُرَحَائيmy torment
وَجدي القَديمُ بكُم ولا بُرَحَائي
If my patience ends, still never ending are
If the tattoo fades, your memory in me
My longstanding yearning for you and my torment.
Will be watered by my streaming tears
وَلِئِنand even if جَفاforsakes الوَسمِيُّthe autumn rain ماحِلَthe parched part of تُربِكُمyour soil
وَلِئِن جَفا الوَسمِيُّ ماحِلَ تُربِكُم
فمَدَامِعيthen my flowing tears تُربيsurpass علىabove الأَنواءِthe seasonal rains
فمَدَامِعي تُربي على الأَنواءِ
And even if the autumn rain forsakes your parched soil,
Alas! Time is gone, and I have not won
My flowing tears surpass the seasonal rains.
Reunion with you, the object of my wishes
وَاحَسرَتيalas for my grief ضاعَwas wasted الزَّمانُtime وَلَمand did not أَفُزI attain
وَاحَسرَتي ضاعَ الزَّمانُ وَلَم أَفُز
مِنكُمfrom you أُهَيلَdear ones of مَوَدَّتيmy affection بِلِقاءِwith a meeting
مِنكُم أُهَيلَ مَوَدَّتي بِلِقاءِ
Alas for me! Time was wasted, and I never gained
How can one who lives just two days
A meeting with you, dear ones of my affection.
One day of meeting, one day of separation, hope for rest?
وَمَتىand when يُؤَمِّلُhopes for راحَةًrest مَنone who عُمرُهُhis lifetime
وَمَتى يُؤَمِّلُ راحَةً مَن عُمرُهُ
يَومانِtwo days يَومُa day of قِلىًaversion ويَومُand a day of تَنائيseparation
يَومانِ يَومُ قِلىً ويَومُ تَنائي
And when can one hope for rest whose lifetime is
Your life, O people of Mecca, is a portion of my own
Two days: a day of aversion and a day of separation?
My heart has been burdened with cares for you
وحَيَاتِكُمby your lives ياO أَهلَpeople of مَكَّةَMecca وهيَand it ليfor me
وحَيَاتِكُم يا أَهلَ مَكَّةَ وهيَ لي
قَسَمٌan oath لقدindeed كَلِفَتbecame enamored بِكُمof you أحشائيmy innermost parts
قَسَمٌ لقد كَلِفَت بِكُم أحشائي
By your lives, O people of Mecca—and that, for me,
My love for you among people has become my way
Is an oath—my innermost being is truly enamored of you.
Your passion is my religion and loyalty
حُبِّيكُمُmy love for you فيamong النَّاسِpeople أَضحىhas become مَذهَبيmy creed
حُبِّيكُمُ في النَّاسِ أَضحى مَذهَبي
وهَواكُمُand passion for you دِينيmy faith وعَقدُand the bond of وَلائيmy allegiance
وهَواكُمُ دِيني وعَقدُ وَلائي
My love for you has become my creed among people,
O you who blame me for loving those
And passion for you my faith and the bond of my allegiance.
For whom I have sacrificed all I own!
ياO لائِميmy reproacher فيfor حُبِّloving مَنone who مِنfor أَجلِهِhis sake
يا لائِمي في حُبِّ مَن مِن أَجلِهِ
قَدindeed جَدَّbecame intense بيupon me وَجديmy yearning وعَزَّand became scarce عَزائيmy consolation
قَد جَدَّ بي وَجدي وعَزَّ عَزائي
O you who blame me for loving one for whose sake
Why not forbid this blame, when a man
My yearning has gripped me fiercely, and solace has grown scarce,
Has known none but the noble and free?
هَلّاwhy did not نَهاكَrestrain you نُهاكَyour reason عنfrom لَومِblaming امرِىءٍa man
هَلّا نَهاكَ نُهاكَ عن لَومِ امرِىءٍ
لمnot يُلفَwas found غَيرَother than مُنَعَّمٍenjoying bliss بِشَقَاءِin misery
لم يُلفَ غَيرَ مُنَعَّمٍ بِشَقَاءِ
Why has your reason not restrained you from blaming a man
If you but knew why I am distraught, you'd pardon me
Who is found enjoying no bliss but misery?
Lower yourself to me, leave me my worries and woes
لَوif تَدرِyou knew فيمَfor what عَذَلتَنيyou reproached me لَعَذَرتَنيthen you would excuse me
لَو تَدرِ فيمَ عَذَلتَني لَعَذَرتَني
خَفِّضgo easy عَلَيكَon yourself وخَلِّنيand leave me وبَلائيand my affliction
خَفِّض عَلَيكَ وخَلِّني وبَلائي
If you knew what you reproached me for, you would excuse me.
To my lodging on Sarh's plateau, then Shabaika's
Go easy on yourself, and leave me to my affliction.
Then Al-Thaniya's from the cliffs of Kadaa
فلِنَازِليfor those dwelling by سَرحِthe sarh trees of المُرَبَّعِal-Murabbaʿ فالشّبيthen al-Shubay- (name continues)
فلِنَازِلي سَرحِ المُرَبَّعِ فالشّبي
كَةِ-ka (completes al-Shubayka) فالثَّنِيَّةِthen al-Thaniyya مِنamong شِعابِthe ravines of كَداءِKadāʾ
كَةِ فالثَّنِيَّةِ مِن شِعابِ كَداءِ
For those dwelling by the sarh trees of al-Murabbaʿ, then al-Shubay—
To those living near the Holy House, dwelling
—ka, then al-Thaniyya among the ravines of Kadāʾ,
In those tents, visiting Al-Hathma's sands
وَلِحاضِريand for those attending البَيتِthe House الحَرامِthe Sacred وعامِريand those inhabiting
وَلِحاضِري البَيتِ الحَرامِ وعامِري
تِلكَthose الخِيامِtents وَزَائريand those visiting الحَثمَاءِal-Ḥathmāʾ
تِلكَ الخِيامِ وَزَائري الحَثمَاءِ
And for those at the Sacred House, and those inhabiting
To the young men of inviolable sanctuary, and the neighbors
Those tents, and those visiting al-Ḥathmāʾ,
Of protected neighborhood, my thoughts and cares turn
وَلِفِتيَةِand for the youths of الحَرَمِthe sanctuary المَرِيعِthe lush وجِيرَةِand the neighbors of الthe (continued next line)
وَلِفِتيَةِ الحَرَمِ المَرِيعِ وجِيرَةِ ال
حَيِّencampment المَنِيعِthe unassailable تَلفُّتيmy wistful glances وَعَنائيand my suffering
حَيِّ المَنِيعِ تَلفُّتي وَعَنائي
And for the youths of the lush sanctuary, and the neighbors of the
For they drew near, then were rude, connected, then severed
Unassailable encampment, are my wistful glances and my suffering.
Betrayed and broke faith, abandoned me, were stingy to my needs
فَهُمُfor they هُمُthey themselves صَدُّواthey turned away دَنَواthey drew near وَصَلواthey maintained ties جَفَواthey grew cold
فَهُمُ هُمُ صَدُّوا دَنَوا وَصَلوا جَفَوا
غَدَرواthey betrayed وَفَواthey kept faith هَجَرواthey deserted رَثواthey pitied لِضنائِيfor my wasting sickness
غَدَروا وَفَوا هَجَروا رَثوا لِضنائِي
For they, they turned away, drew near, maintained ties, grew cold,
To them I turn for comfort, when medicine fails me
Betrayed, kept faith, deserted, and pitied my wasting sickness.
To them I flee, if enemies oppose me
وهُمُand they عِيَاذيmy refuge حيثُwhere لمdid not تُغنِavail الرُّقَىincantations
وهُمُ عِيَاذي حيثُ لم تُغنِ الرُّقَى
وهُمُand they مَلاذيmy shelter إنif غَدَتset forth أَعدائيmy enemies
وهُمُ مَلاذي إن غَدَت أَعدائي
And they are my refuge where incantations avail nothing,
They are in my heart, though far their homes
And they are my shelter if my enemies advance.
My passion and acceptance, though they rouse my rage
وهُمُّand they بِقَلبِيin my heart إِنif تَناءَتgrew distant دارُهُمtheir dwelling
وهُمُّ بِقَلبِي إِن تَناءَت دارُهُم
عَنِّيfrom me وَسُخطيand my displeasure فيin الهَوَىlove وَرِضائيand my contentment
عَنِّي وَسُخطي في الهَوَى وَرِضائي
And they dwell in my heart, though their home is far
On their plains between their hills I circle
From me; they are my displeasure and my contentment in love.
Around my zeal, never leaving their domain
وَعَلىand despite مَحَلِّيmy dwelling بَينَamid ظَهرانيهِمtheir very midst
وَعَلى مَحَلِّي بَينَ ظَهرانيهِم
بِالأَخشَبَينِat al-Akhshabayn أَطوفُI circle حَولَaround حِمائيmy protected grounds
بِالأَخشَبَينِ أَطوفُ حَولَ حِمائي
And despite my dwelling in their very midst,
Submitting, as we greet the Shrine's Black Stone
At al-Akhshabayn, circling my sanctuary,
Signaling, when the ritual circles are done
وَعَلىand despite اعتِناقيmy embracing لِلرِّفاقِof the companions مُسَلِّماًin greeting
وَعَلى اعتِناقي لِلرِّفاقِ مُسَلِّماً
عِندَat استِلامِthe ritual saluting of الرُّكنِthe Corner بالإِيماءِwith a gesture
عِندَ استِلامِ الرُّكنِ بالإِيماءِ
And despite my embracing the companions in greeting,
Remembering my morning visits, staying up nights
When saluting the Corner with a gesture,
On the dark, moonlit vigil nights
وتَذَكُّريand my remembering أَجيادَAjyād وِرديmy litany فيin الضُّحىthe forenoon
وتَذَكُّري أَجيادَ وِردي في الضُّحى
وتَهَجُّدِيand my night prayer فيin اللَّيلَةِthe night اللَّيلاءِthe pitch-dark
وتَهَجُّدِي في اللَّيلَةِ اللَّيلاءِ
And my remembrance of Ajyād—my litany in the forenoon,
Though sickness lingered because of that place
And my vigil in the pitch-dark night—
No healing came until the malady passed
وَعَلىand despite مُقاميmy stay بِالمقامِat the Station أَقامَsettled فيin
وَعَلى مُقامي بِالمقامِ أَقامَ في
جِسميmy body السَّقامُsickness وَلاتَand it is not حينَa time of شِفاءِhealing
جِسمي السَّقامُ وَلاتَ حينَ شِفاءِ
And despite my stay at the Station, there has settled in
My life would flow even if the course of Masaileh Valley
My body a sickness—and this is no time for healing.
Was reversed, to my heart's content with pebbles
عَمريby my life وَلَوand even if قُلِبَتwere transformed بِطاحُthe flats of مَسيلِهِits streambed
عَمري وَلَو قُلِبَت بِطاحُ مَسيلِهِ
قُلُباًinto wells لِقَلبيfor my heart الرَّيُّquenching بِالحَصباءِby the pebbles
قُلُباً لِقَلبي الرَّيُّ بِالحَصباءِ
By my life, even were the flats of its streambed turned
Give joy, my brother, with news of those
Into wells, my heart would find its thirst quenched by pebbles.
Who camped on the plains, if you tend my loves
أَسعِدaid me أُخَيَّdear brother وغَنِّنيand sing to me بَحدِيثَwith tales of مَنthose who
أَسعِد أُخَيَّ وغَنِّني بَحدِيثَ مَن
حَلَّdwelled in الأباطِحَthe gravelly flats إنif رَعَيتَyou cherish إخائيmy brotherhood
حَلَّ الأباطِحَ إن رَعَيتَ إخائي
Aid me, dear brother, and sing to me the tale of those who
Bring it to my ears, for the soul finds rest
Dwelt in the gravelly flats, if you cherish my brotherhood.
Though distant, when it hears good tidings
وَأَعِدهُand repeat it عِندَat مَسامِعيmy ears فالرُّوحُfor the soul إِنif
وَأَعِدهُ عِندَ مَسامِعي فالرُّوحُ إِن
بَعُدَis great المَدَىthe distance تَرتاحُtakes comfort لِلأَنباءِin tidings
بَعُدَ المَدَى تَرتاحُ لِلأَنباءِ
And repeat it to my ears, for the soul, even if
And if the pain hurts my brain
The distance is great, takes comfort in tidings.
Let the herbs of the Hijaz be my remedy
وَإِذاand when أَذىthe hurt of ألَمٍpain ألَمَّbefalls بمُهجَتِيupon my heart's blood
وَإِذا أَذى ألَمٍ ألَمَّ بمُهجَتِي
فَشَذىthen the fragrance of أُعَيشَابِthe little herbs of الحِجازِthe Hijaz دَوائيmy remedy
فَشَذى أُعَيشَابِ الحِجازِ دَوائي
And when pain's hurt assails my heart's blood,
Shall I turn away from the fresh roses where they bloom
The scent of the Hijaz's little herbs is my remedy.
And abandon it, though my life depends on its charm?
أَأُذادُam I driven away عَنfrom عَذبِsweet الوُرُودِaccess to water بِأَرضِهِin its land
أَأُذادُ عَن عَذبِ الوُرُودِ بِأَرضِهِ
وأُحادُand am I turned aside عنهُfrom it وفيand in نَقاهُits sand dune بَقائيmy survival
وأُحادُ عنهُ وفي نَقاهُ بَقائي
Am I to be driven from sweet watering in its land,
Its meadows have nurtured my heart, its spring
And turned aside from it, though my survival lies in its dune?
Has stirred and soothed my burning sorrows
وَرُبُوعُهُand its dwellings أَربَىmy desire أجَلyes ورَبيعُهُand its springtime
وَرُبُوعُهُ أَربَى أجَل ورَبيعُهُ
طَرَبيmy delight وصارِفُand the dispeller of أَزمَةِthe grip of اللَّأواءِhardship
طَرَبي وصارِفُ أَزمَةِ اللَّأواءِ
And its dwellings are my desire—yes—and its springtime
Its mountains are my refuge, its sands
My delight, and the dispeller of hardship's grip.
My pasture, its shade shelters me
وَجِبالُهُand its mountains لِيَfor me مَربَعٌa spring abode ورِمالُهُand its sands
وَجِبالُهُ لِيَ مَربَعٌ ورِمالُهُ
لِيَfor me مَرتَعٌa pasture وظِلالُهُand its shadows أَفيائيmy shady refuges
لِيَ مَرتَعٌ وظِلالُهُ أَفيائي
And its mountains are my spring retreat, and its sands
Its valleys are my paradise, its arbors
My pasture, and its shadows my shady refuges.
My heavens, and on its plain lies my peace
وشِعابُهُand its ravines ليَfor me جَنَّةٌa paradise وقِبابُهُand its domes
وشِعابُهُ ليَ جَنَّةٌ وقِبابُهُ
ليَfor me جُنَّةٌa shield وَعَلىand upon صَفاهُits Ṣafā صَفَائيmy serenity
ليَ جُنَّةٌ وَعَلى صَفاهُ صَفَائي
And its ravines are my paradise, and its domes
Greet those dwellings and lush meadows
My shield; upon its Ṣafā rests my serenity.
Watered by the Friend with His bounty
حَيَّاmay greet الحَيَاthe rain تِلكَthose المَنازِلَdwellings والرُّبَىand the hills
حَيَّا الحَيَا تِلكَ المَنازِلَ والرُّبَى
وسَقَىand may water الوَلِيُّthe following rain مَواطِنَthe abodes of الآلاءِblessings
وسَقَى الوَلِيُّ مَواطِنَ الآلاءِ
May rain greet those dwellings and hills,
He gave drink to Mashair and Muhassab from Mina
And the following rain water the abodes of blessings.
Freely, and provided stops at elevated Anzaa
وَسَقَىand may water المَشاعِرَthe sacred stations وَالمُحَصَّبَand al-Muḥaṣṣab مِنof مِنىًMinā
وَسَقَى المَشاعِرَ وَالمُحَصَّبَ مِن مِنىً
سَحّاًtorrentially وجادَand shower generously مَواقِفَthe halting places of الأَنضاءِweary mounts
سَحّاً وجادَ مَواقِفَ الأَنضاءِ
And may it water the sacred stations and al-Muḥaṣṣab of Minā,
And in them the Exalted nurtured my devoted friends
In torrents, and shower the halting places of weary mounts.
I reveled with them in every valley of desire
وَرَعىand may guard الإِلَهُGod بِهاthere أُصَيحابيmy dear companions الأُلىthose whom
وَرَعى الإِلَهُ بِها أُصَيحابي الأُلى
سامَرتُهُمI conversed with them by night بِمَجامِعِat the gathering places of الأَهواءِpassions
سامَرتُهُم بِمَجامِعِ الأَهواءِ
And may God guard there my dear companions, those
And nurtured are the nights of Khayf that were only
With whom I conversed by night at the meeting places of desire.
A dream now gone with wakefulness forgotten
وَرَعىand may guard لَياليthe nights of الخَيفِal-Khayf ماnot كَانِتwere سِوىexcept
وَرَعى لَيالي الخَيفِ ما كَانِت سِوى
حُلُمٍa dream مَضَىpassed مَعَwith يَقظَةِawakening from الإِغفاءِslumber
حُلُمٍ مَضَى مَعَ يَقظَةِ الإِغفاءِ
And may He guard the nights of al-Khayf—they were nothing but
Alas for that bygone age and what it contained
A dream that passed with the awakening from slumber.
Of our place's innocence, free of prying eyes
وَاهاًalas عَلىfor ذاكَthat الزَّمانِtime وماand what حَوَىencompassed
وَاهاً عَلى ذاكَ الزَّمانِ وما حَوَى
طِيبُthe loveliness of المكانِthe place بغَفلَةِwith the heedlessness of الرُّقَباءِthe watchers
طِيبُ المكانِ بغَفلَةِ الرُّقَباءِ
Ah, for that time, and all that was embraced by
Days I frolicked freely on Muna's plains
The loveliness of the place, while the watchers were heedless!
Capering, trailing robes of love
أيَّامُdays when أرتَعُI frolic فيin مَيادينِthe fields of المُنىdesires
أيَّامُ أرتَعُ في مَيادينِ المُنى
جَذِلاًjoyful وأرفُلُand I swagger فيin ذُيولِthe trailing hems of حِباءِfavor
جَذِلاً وأرفُلُ في ذُيولِ حِباءِ
Days when I frolicked in the fields of desire,
How wondrous were the days that granted a man
Joyful, and swaggered in the trailing robes of favor.
Gifts, then took them back, refusing all bounty!
ماhow أعجَبَwondrous الأيَّامَthe days تُوجِبُallot للفَتىto a young man
ما أعجَبَ الأيَّامَ تُوجِبُ للفَتى
مِنَحاًgifts وتَمنَحُهُand grant him بسَلبِby stripping away عَطاءِbounty
مِنَحاً وتَمنَحُهُ بسَلبِ عَطاءِ
How wondrous are the days! They allot a young man
O is there any return to the life we lived,
Gifts, and bestow on him the loss of bounty.
One day, after which I'd be content to die?
ياO هَلwill there be لِماضيfor the past of عَيشِناour life مِنany عَودَةٍreturn
يا هَل لِماضي عَيشِنا مِن عَودَةٍ
يَوماًone day وَأسمَحُand I would gladly yield بَعدَهُafter it بَبقائيmy remaining life
يَوماً وَأسمَحُ بَعدَهُ بَبقائي
Oh, will our bygone life ever return
Alas, hopes are dashed, the cords of wishfulness snapped,
For a day? After it, I would gladly yield my remaining life.
My dream of reunion is dissolved and undone
هَيهَاتَfar from it خَابَfailed السَعيُthe effort وَانفَصَمَتand snapped عُرىthe loops of
هَيهَاتَ خَابَ السَعيُ وَانفَصَمَت عُرى
حَبلِthe rope of المُنىdesires وَانحَلَّand came undone عَقدُthe knot of رَجائيmy hope
حَبلِ المُنى وَانحَلَّ عَقدُ رَجائي
Impossible! The effort has failed, and the loops have snapped
It is enough torment to spend my nights
Of the cord of wishes, and the knot of my hope has come undone.
With longing before me, Fate behind
وكَفَىand enough is غَراماًlove's torment أَنthat أَبِيتَI spend the night مُتَيَّماًenslaved by love
وكَفَى غَراماً أَن أَبِيتَ مُتَيَّماً
شَوقيmy longing أَماميَbefore me وَالقَضاءُand fate وَرائيbehind me
شَوقي أَماميَ وَالقَضاءُ وَرائي
And it is torment enough that I spend the night enslaved by love,
My longing before me, and fate behind me.
Partial English translation: 96 of 98 Arabic lines translated.