ذَهَبَ الرَبيعُ فَفي الخَمائِلِ وَحشَةٌ

ذَهَبَ الرَبيعُ فَفي الخَمائِلِ وَحشَةٌ

مِثلُ الكَآبَةِ مِن فِراقِكَ فينا

مِثلُ الكَآبَةِ مِن فِراقِكَ فينا

Spring has gone, leaving loneliness in the groves,

Spring has departed, leaving the meadows desolate

Spring has departed, leaving desolation in the groves

Like the melancholy your parting leaves within us.

Like the melancholy of being apart from you

Like the melancholy that dwells in us from your absence.

لَو دُمتَ لَم تَحزَن عَلَيهِ قُلوبُنا

لَو دُمتَ لَم تَحزَن عَلَيهِ قُلوبُنا

وَلَئِن أَضَعنا الوَردَ وَالنَسرينا

وَلَئِن أَضَعنا الوَردَ وَالنَسرينا

Had you stayed, our hearts would not have mourned it,

Had you stayed, our hearts would not have grieved

Had you remained, our hearts would not have grieved for it,

And though we lost the roses and eglantine,

Although we lost the roses and jasmine

Even if we had lost the roses and the eglantine.

فَلَقَد وَجَدنا في خِلالِكَ زَهرَهُ

فَلَقَد وَجَدنا في خِلالِكَ زَهرَهُ

المُفتَرَّ وَبِالماءِ الَّذي يَروينا

المُفتَرَّ وَبِالماءِ الَّذي يَروينا

For in your virtues we found its blossoms,

For we found in you blossoms

For we have found in your nature spring's very blossom,

Smiling open, along with the water that quenches our thirst,

Of joy and water to quench our thirst

Brightly smiling, and the fresh water that quenches us,

وَنَسيمَهُ الساري كَأَنفاسِ الرِضى

وَنَسيمَهُ الساري كَأَنفاسِ الرِضى

وَشُعاعَهُ يَغشى المُروجَ فُتونا

وَشُعاعَهُ يَغشى المُروجَ فُتونا

And its wafting breeze, like breaths of contentment,

Your gentle breeze like breaths of contentment

And its wandering breeze, like breaths of contentment,

And its radiance bathing the meadows in enchantment.

Your light enveloping the meadows, alluring us

And its radiance that clothes the meadows in enchantment.

جَزَتِ المَحاسِنَ في الرَبيعِ وَفُقتَهُ

جَزَتِ المَحاسِنَ في الرَبيعِ وَفُقتَهُ

إِذ لَيسَ عِندَكَ عَوسَجٌ يُدمينا

إِذ لَيسَ عِندَكَ عَوسَجٌ يُدمينا

You surpassed spring's beauties and outdid it,

The beauties of spring paled next to your grace

You encompassed the beauties of spring and surpassed it,

For with you there is no thornbush to make us bleed.

For you have no thorns to prick us

For you possess no thorns to make us bleed.

يا أَشهُراً مَرَّت سِراعاً كَالمُنى

يا أَشهُراً مَرَّت سِراعاً كَالمُنى

لَو أَستَطيعُ جَعَلتُكُنَّ سِنينا

لَو أَستَطيعُ جَعَلتُكُنَّ سِنينا

O months that passed swiftly, like wishes,

Oh months that sped by so swiftly like wishes

O months that passed as swiftly as wishes,

If I could, I would turn you into years,

If only I could make you into years

If I were able, I would have made you into years.

وَأَمَرتُ أَن يَقِفَ الزَمانُ عَنِ السُرى

وَأَمَرتُ أَن يَقِفَ الزَمانُ عَنِ السُرى

كَيلا نَمُرَّ بِساعَةٍ تُبكينا

كَيلا نَمُرَّ بِساعَةٍ تُبكينا

And command Time to halt its nightly journey,

And stop time in its tracks

And I would have commanded time to halt its journey,

Lest we pass through an hour that makes us weep,

Lest we pass an hour that makes us weep

So we might never reach an hour that brings us tears.

وَنَمُدُّ أَيدِيَنا فَتَرجِعُ لَم تُصبِ

وَنَمُدُّ أَيدِيَنا فَتَرجِعُ لَم تُصبِ

وَتَعودَ فَوقَ قُلوبِنا أَيدينا

وَتَعودَ فَوقَ قُلوبِنا أَيدينا

And stretch out our hands, only for them to return empty,

And reach out our hands, only to have them return

We stretch out our hands, but they return grasping nothing,

And our hands return to rest upon our hearts,

Placed again over our hearts

And back upon our hearts our hands descend,

خَوفاً عَلَيها أَن تَساقَطَ حَسرَةً

خَوفاً عَلَيها أَن تَساقَطَ حَسرَةً

أَو أَن تَفيضَ لَواعِجاً وَشُجونا

أَو أَن تَفيضَ لَواعِجاً وَشُجونا

Fearing for them, lest they fall to pieces with grief,

Fearing they may fall in sorrow

In fear that they might shatter from regret,

Or overflow with burning anguish and sorrow.

Or overflow with anguish and grief

Or overflow with burning anguish and sorrows.

قَد كُنتِ خِلتُ الدَهرَ حَطَّمَ قَوسَهُ

قَد كُنتِ خِلتُ الدَهرَ حَطَّمَ قَوسَهُ

حَتّى رَأَيتُ سِهامَهُ تُصمينا

حَتّى رَأَيتُ سِهامَهُ تُصمينا

While you were here, I thought Time had shattered its bow,

You had been the antidote in life that broke its bow

I had thought that Fate had shattered its bow,

Until I saw its arrows strike us down.

Until we saw its arrows pierce us

Until I saw its arrows striking us down.

فَكَأَنَّما قَد سائَهُ وَأَمَضَّهُ

فَكَأَنَّما قَد سائَهُ وَأَمَضَّهُ

أَنّا تَمَتَّعنا بِقُربِكِ حينا

أَنّا تَمَتَّعنا بِقُربِكِ حينا

As though it had been displeased and deeply pained

It's as if it regained its strength and sharpness

As if it were displeased and deeply pained

That we enjoyed being near you for a while.

When your company was ours for a while

That we enjoyed your nearness for a while.