ياO راكباًrider مِنfrom أعاليthe heights of الشامِSyria جدّsped بهِwith him
يا راكباً مِن أعالي الشامِ جدّ بهِ
الىtoward العراقينِthe two Iraqs أدلاجٌnight journeys وأسحارُand predawn hours
الى العراقينِ أدلاجٌ وأسحارُ
O rider from the heights of Syria, borne swiftly
O rider coming from the heights of Damascus
to the two Iraqs by night journeys and predawn hours,
Heading to the two Iraqs, nights and dawns
حدّثتنيyou told me عنabout ربوعٍdwelling places طالماso often قضُيتwere fulfilled
حدّثتني عن ربوعٍ طالما قضُيت
للنّفسِfor the soul فيهاin them لبُاناتٌdesires وأوطارُand wishes
للنّفسِ فيها لبُاناتٌ وأوطارُ
You told me of haunts where so often were fulfilled
You told me of meadows where I have spent
the soul's desires and wishes.
Many a time, joys and haunts for the soul
لدىbeside رياضٍgardens سقاهاwatered them المزنُthe rain clouds درّتهُtheir copious rain
لدى رياضٍ سقاها المزنُ درّتهُ
وزانهاand adorned them زَهَرٌblossoms غضٌّtender ونوّارُand flowers
وزانها زَهَرٌ غضٌّ ونوّارُ
Beside gardens watered by the rain clouds' bounty,
By gardens watered by the rain's downpour
and adorned by tender blossoms and flowers.
Blossoming, fresh flowers and springs
شحَّwas stingy النّدىthe dew أنto يُسقّيهاgive them drink مُجاجتهُits spittle
شحَّ النّدى أن يُسقّيها مُجاجتهُ
فجادهاso drenched them مفعمُbrimful الشُّؤبوبِof downpours مِدرارُpouring abundantly
فجادها مفعمُ الشُّؤبوبِ مِدرارُ
Dew begrudged them a drink of its spittle,
Scarce was the dew to water them
so a cloud brimful of downpours drenched them lavishly.
So the blowing winds poured heavily
بكتwept عليهاupon them الغواديthe morning rain clouds وهيwhile they were ضاحةٌradiant
بكت عليها الغوادي وهي ضاحةٌ
وراحتِand passed الرّيحُthe wind فيهاthrough them وهيwhile it was مِعطارُrichly fragrant
وراحتِ الرّيحُ فيها وهي مِعطارُ
The morning rain clouds wept upon them while they beamed,
The valleys wept for them as they flourished
and the wind passed through them, richly perfumed.
The winds blew through them, fragrant and pure
ياoh حُسنهاtheir beauty حينَwhen زانتهاadorned them جواسِقُهاtheir pavilions
يا حُسنها حينَ زانتها جواسِقُها
وأينعتand ripened فيin أعاليthe tops of الدّوحِthe great trees أثمارُfruits
وأينعت في أعالي الدّوحِ أثمارُ
Oh, how lovely they were when their pavilions adorned them,
How beautiful when vines adorned them
and fruit ripened in the tops of the great trees!
Fruits ripe, high on the sand dunes
فهيso they are السماءُthe sky اخضراراًin greenness فيin جوانبِهاtheir reaches
فهي السماءُ اخضراراً في جوانبِها
كواكبٌstars زُهُرٌbright تبدوappear وأقمارُand moons
كواكبٌ زُهُرٌ تبدو وأقمارُ
So they are a sky of green, within whose bounds
The sky is green around them
bright stars appear, and moons.
Stars, flowers appear and moons
ياO منyou who أقامَroused غراميmy passion بعدafter قعدتهِits repose
يا من أقامَ غرامي بعد قعدتهِ
وأجَّجand set ablaze النارَthe fire لماwhen باختِdied down النارُthe fire
وأجَّج النارَ لما باختِ النارُ
O you who roused my passion after its repose,
O you who revived my love after its dormancy
and fanned the fire when the fire had died down,
And rekindled the fire when the flame died out
حدّثتنيyou told me وأناwhile I was الظاميthe thirsty one الىfor نبأٍnews
حدّثتني وأنا الظامي الى نبأٍ
لاmay never فُضَّbe shattered فوكَyour mouth فمنّيfor from me الرّيَّquenching of thirst تمتارُyou procure
لا فُضَّ فوكَ فمنّي الرّيَّ تمتارُ
You spoke to me while I was thirsty for news—
You told me news though I lived in darkness
may your mouth never be shattered, for from me you draw refreshment.
Unravel and ease my worries and grief
فهوfor it is الزّلالُpure, sweet water الذيwhich طابتwere sweet مشاربُهُits draughts
فهو الزّلالُ الذي طابت مشاربُهُ
وفارقتهand left it غثاءاتٌfloating scum وأكدارُand impurities
وفارقته غثاءاتٌ وأكدارُ
For it is limpid water whose draughts are sweet,
It is the pure water with sweet springs
and scum and murk have left it.
Leaving behind mud and gloom
كَرِّرrepeat علىto نازحٍone far away شطَّgrew distant المزارُthe place of visiting بهِfor him
كَرِّر على نازحٍ شطَّ المزارُ بهِ
حديثكَyour tale العذبَsweet لاmay never شطّتgrow distant بكَwith you الدّارُthe home
حديثكَ العذبَ لا شطّت بكَ الدّارُ
Repeat to one far away, far from the place he would visit,
Repeat to the refugee who left his home
your sweet tale—may your home never take you far away!
Your sweet talk, since his home abandoned him
وعَلّلِand console النّفسَthe soul عنهمin their absence بالحديثِwith talk بهمof them
وعَلّلِ النّفسَ عنهم بالحديثِ بهم
انَّindeed الحديثَtalk عنof الأحبابِloved ones أسمارُevening conversations
انَّ الحديثَ عن الأحبابِ أسمارُ
And console the soul for their absence with talk of them;
Occupy his soul with talk of them
for talk of loved ones is evening conversation.
For talk of loved ones is a fast healer