هذِهِthis القَصَّةُthe story لاno شَأنَconnection لَهاfor it
هذِهِ القَصَّةُ لا شَأنَ لَها
بِأَقاصيصwith tales عَجوزan old person خَطِلِfoolish
بِأَقاصيص عَجوز خَطِلِ
This story has nothing to do
This tale bears no relation
With the tales of a foolish elder.
To the stories of a toothless crone
فَهيَfor it is نُطقٌspeech سَمِعتهُheard it أُذنيmy ear
فَهيَ نُطقٌ سَمِعتهُ أُذني
وَبَيانٌand an account أَبصَرَتهُwitnessed it مُقلَيmy two eyes
وَبَيانٌ أَبصَرَتهُ مُقلَي
For it is speech my ear has heard,
It is but a speech my ears have heard
And an account my own two eyes witnessed.
And an account my eyes have seen
فَأَناso I فيin سَردِهاrecounting it أَصدقُam truthful إِذsince
فَأَنا في سَردِها أَصدقُ إِذ
إِنَّهاindeed it قَدdid حَدَثَتhappen فيin مَنزِليmy home
إِنَّها قَد حَدَثَت في مَنزِلي
So I speak truly in recounting it, since
So I truthfully recount it here
It did indeed happen in my home.
Since in my home it came to be
فَاِسمَعوهاso hear it وَاِفقَهواand understand جَوهَرِهاits essence
فَاِسمَعوها وَاِفقَهوا جَوهَرِها
وَخُذواand take مَوعِظَةًa lesson مِمّاfrom what يَليfollows
وَخُذوا مَوعِظَةً مِمّا يَلي
So hear it and understand its essence,
Now listen and grasp its essence
And take a lesson from what follows.
And take advice from what follows
قُمتُI rose فيon ذاتِa certain ضحىًlate morning منfrom مَضجَعيmy bed
قُمتُ في ذاتِ ضحىً من مَضجَعي
وَبناتُand the daughters الشِعرَof poetry قَدalready قامَتrose مَعيwith me
وَبناتُ الشِعرَ قَد قامَت مَعي
One late morning I rose from my bed,
I rose one bright dawn from my bed
And the daughters of poetry rose with me.
While the muses rose with me
وَتَوَجَّهتُand I went كَأَمسيas I was yesterday يائِساًdespairing
وَتَوَجَّهتُ كَأَمسي يائِساً
أَنزَويI withdraw مُنفَرِداًalone فيin مَخدَعيmy chamber
أَنزَوي مُنفَرِداً في مَخدَعي
And, despairing as I was yesterday, I went
And I set out despondently
To withdraw alone into my chamber.
To seclude myself in my study
مُخدعٌa chamber كَالقَفصlike the cage الضَيِّقِnarrow قَدalready
مُخدعٌ كَالقَفص الضَيِّقِ قَد
سَكَنَتdwelt فيهِin it عَذارىvirgins أَدمُعيof my tears
سَكَنَت فيهِ عَذارى أَدمُعي
A chamber like a narrow cage, where
A cramped retreat it was, where
The virgins of my tears had settled.
My melancholy tears resided
كُلَّeach عَذراءَvirgin عَلىupon قَيثارِهاher lyre
كُلَّ عَذراءَ عَلى قَيثارِها
هَجَعَتslept وَالشعرُand poetry بَينَbetween المُقلِthe eyes
هَجَعَت وَالشعرُ بَينَ المُقلِ
Each virgin upon her lyre
Each maiden on her lyre
Slept, with poetry between her eyes.
Had fallen asleep mid-verse
فَسمعتُthen I heard الطَيرَthe bird فيon مَجثَمِهِits perch
فَسمعتُ الطَيرَ في مَجثَمِهِ
مُنشِداًsinging يَستَقبِلُwelcoming الفَجرَthe dawn الجَديداnew
مُنشِداً يَستَقبِلُ الفَجرَ الجَديدا
Then I heard the bird upon its perch,
I heard the birds in their nests
Singing to welcome the new dawn.
Singing to greet the new dawn
وَرَأَيتُand I saw الفَجرَthe dawn سَكرانَdrunk هَوىًwith passion
وَرَأَيتُ الفَجرَ سَكرانَ هَوىً
يَردُdraws from الطهرَpurity وَلاand does not يسقيwater الوُجوداexistence
يَردُ الطهرَ وَلا يسقي الوُجودا
And I saw dawn drunk with passion,
And saw the smitten dawn
Drawing from purity, yet not watering existence.
Bringing lucidity but not existence
وَعلىand upon قيثارthe lyre فينوسVenus شَدَتsang
وَعلى قيثار فينوس شَدَت
ربةُgoddess الحِكمَةِof wisdom ميزفاMizfa النَشيداthe hymn
ربةُ الحِكمَةِ ميزفا النَشيدا
And upon Venus's lyre sang
On Venus's lyre, the mistress
Mizfa, goddess of wisdom, the hymn:
Of wisdom strummed a melody
إِنَّindeed لِلفَجرِthe dawn has غَراماًa passion طاهِراًpure
إِنَّ لِلفَجرِ غَراماً طاهِراً
ماnot دَرىknew مَعناهُits meaning غَيرُother than البُلبُلِthe nightingale
ما دَرى مَعناهُ غَيرُ البُلبُلِ
Dawn has a pure passion
For dawn has a pure passion
Whose meaning none but the nightingale knew.
Known only to the nightingale
طَلَعَrose الصُبحُthe morning رُوَيداًslowly وَأَناwhile I
طَلَعَ الصُبحُ رُوَيداً وَأَنا
أَسكُبُI pour الأَشعارَthe poems مِنfrom قارورَتيmy flask
أَسكُبُ الأَشعارَ مِن قارورَتي
Morning rose slowly, while I
The morn rose gently as I
Poured poems from my flask,
Poured verses from my flask
مُطلِقاًreleasing زَفرَةَa sigh صَدريof my breast بِأَسىwith sorrow
مُطلِقاً زَفرَةَ صَدري بِأَسى
فَأَثيرُso I stir الروحَthe spirit فيin نرجيلَتيmy hookah
فَأَثيرُ الروحَ في نرجيلَتي
Releasing a sigh from my breast in sorrow,
Releasing my chest's sigh
And so I stirred the spirit in my hookah.
To kindle my spirit in my narghile
وَأَرىand I see دَخنَتَهاits smoke ثائِرَةًrising
وَأَرى دَخنَتَها ثائِرَةً
تَتَلاشىfades away فيin زَواياthe corners غُرفَتيof my room
تَتَلاشى في زَوايا غُرفَتي
And I watched its smoke rising,
Its smoke billowed and faded
Fading in the corners of my room.
In the corners of my chamber
كُلَّماwhenever أَطلَقتُI released فيهاinto it زَفرَةًa sigh
كُلَّما أَطلَقتُ فيها زَفرَةً
هَمَسَتit whispered فيin الصُبحِthe morning حَتّىuntil يَنجَليit clears
هَمَسَت في الصُبحِ حَتّى يَنجَلي
Whenever I released a sigh into it,
Each time I sighed into it
It whispered in the morning until it cleared.
It whispered at dawn till it cleared
وَإِذاand suddenly صَوتٌa voice تَعالىrose مُلحِناًmelodiously
وَإِذا صَوتٌ تَعالى مُلحِناً
مِنfrom بَعيدٍafar مِثلlike أَوتارِstrings النَغَمof melody
مِن بَعيدٍ مِثل أَوتارِ النَغَم
And suddenly a voice rose, melodious,
And then a tune, as if rising
From afar, like the strings of melody.
From afar like the strings of melody
صادَمتَهُstruck it نَسماتٌbreezes فيin الصَباthe east wind
صادَمتَهُ نَسماتٌ في الصَبا
فَأَتىso it came كَالهَمسِlike a whisper فيin أُذنِthe ear النسمof the breeze
فَأَتى كَالهَمسِ في أُذنِ النسم
Breezes struck it in the east wind,
Collided with morning breezes
And it came like a whisper in the breeze's ear.
And reached me like whispers in the wind's ear
عِندَat ذاthat أَطلَلتُI looked out منfrom نافِذَتيmy window
عِندَ ذا أَطلَلتُ من نافِذَتي
تارِكاًleaving قِرطاسَthe sheet شِعريof my poetry وَالقَلَمand the pen
تارِكاً قِرطاسَ شِعري وَالقَلَم
At that, I looked out from my window,
At this I glanced out my window
Leaving my sheet of verse and the pen.
Leaving my poetry and pen
فَإِذاand there was بصارَةٌa fortune-teller برّاجةٌan astrologer
فَإِذا بصارَةٌ برّاجةٌ
تَكشِفُreveals البَختَfortune بِقَولٍwith an utterance مُنزلِrevealed
تَكشِفُ البَختَ بِقَولٍ مُنزلِ
And there was a fortune-teller, an astrologer,
And there was a fortune-teller
Unveiling fortune with a revealed utterance.
Revealing fate in inspired verse
ماnot تَرددتُI hesitated بِأَنabout نادَيتُهاcalling her
ما تَرددتُ بِأَن نادَيتُها
وَعَلىand upon ثَغريmy lips خَيالُa shadow البَسماتof smiles
وَعَلى ثَغري خَيالُ البَسمات
I did not hesitate to call her,
Without hesitation I called her
And on my lips lay a shadow of smiles.
A smile upon my lips
فَأَتَتso she came وَالوَشمُand the tattoo فيon مرشفِهاher lips
فَأَتَت وَالوَشمُ في مرشفِها
طُرقاتٌpaths لمرورِfor the passing المُعجِزاتof miracles
طُرقاتٌ لمرورِ المُعجِزات
She came, and the tattoo upon her lips
She came, her tattoo flickering
Was a set of paths for miracles to pass.
Like miracles passing through her veil
قُلتُI said ياO عرّافَتيmy seer هلare أَنتِyou مَنthe one who
قُلتُ يا عرّافَتي هل أَنتِ مَن
قَرَأَتread فيin الغَيبِthe unseen أَسرارَthe secrets الحَياةِof life
قَرَأَت في الغَيبِ أَسرارَ الحَياةِ
I said: 'O my seer, are you the one
I said, "O my seer, are you one
Who has read life's secrets in the unseen?
Who has read life's mysteries unseen?
أَطلِعينيinform me عَنabout مَآتيwhat will befall وَطَنيmy homeland
أَطلِعيني عَن مَآتي وَطَني
وَعنand about الحالَةِthe condition فيin المُستَقبَلِthe future
وَعن الحالَةِ في المُستَقبَلِ
Tell me what will befall my homeland,
Reveal my nation's fate to me
And of its condition in the future.'
And what the future holds"
فَأَجابَتso she answered بَعدafter أَنthat مَدَّتshe extended يَداًa hand
فَأَجابَت بَعد أَن مَدَّت يَداً
لاِستِلامِto receive الغَرشِthe piastre منfrom كَفّيmy palm نَصيبa share
لاِستِلامِ الغَرشِ من كَفّي نَصيب
She answered, after extending a hand
She answered after taking
To take a piastre from my palm as her share,
Payment from my palm for her service
وَرَمَتand she tossed فيinto حُجرَتيmy room أَبواقِهاher horns
وَرَمَت في حُجرَتي أَبواقِها
فَتَعالىthen rose نَغَمٌa melody مِنهاfrom them غَريبُstrange
فَتَعالى نَغَمٌ مِنها غَريبُ
And tossed her horns into my room;
And cast her seashells down
From them arose a strange melody.
From which came a strange tune
ضَعplace عَلىupon الأَبواقِthe horns يُمناكَyour right hand وَقلand say
ضَع عَلى الأَبواقِ يُمناكَ وَقل
إِنَّنيindeed I آمَنتُhave believed بِاللَهِin God المُجيبwho answers
إِنَّني آمَنتُ بِاللَهِ المُجيب
'Place your right hand upon the horns and say:
"Place your right hand on the shells and say
“Indeed, I have believed in God, who answers.”'
I believe in Allah, the Responder."
ثُمَّthen قالَتshe said ليto me كَلاماًwords صائِباًsound
ثُمَّ قالَت لي كَلاماً صائِباً
فَاِسمَعواso listen ياO قَومُpeople ماwhat قالَتهُshe said it ليto me
فَاِسمَعوا يا قَومُ ما قالَتهُ لي
Then she spoke sound words to me;
Then she told me words so wise—
So listen, O people, to what she told me:
Now listen, O people, to what she told me:
إِنَّindeed لُبنانَLebanon ضَعيفٌweak رزاحٌweighed down
إِنَّ لُبنانَ ضَعيفٌ رزاحٌ
تَحتunder أَثقالِthe burdens ظَلامٍof darkness أَسودِblack
تَحت أَثقالِ ظَلامٍ أَسودِ
'Lebanon is weak, weighed down
"Lebanon is feeble, distraught,
Under the burdens of black darkness.
Beneath the darkness' heavy burdens
لَعبَتplayed فِتيانُهُits youths فيهِin it دداًat play
لَعبَت فِتيانُهُ فيهِ دداً
ماnot اَرادَتwanted مهنَةًan occupation غيرَother than الدَدِplay
ما اَرادَت مهنَةً غيرَ الدَدِ
Its youths indulged there in idle play,
Its youth have played at discord
Desiring no occupation other than play.
Seeking no craft but turmoil
هَجَعَتslept سكرىdrunk بِأَحلامِon dreams الصِباof youth
هَجَعَت سكرى بِأَحلامِ الصِبا
هَلdid دَرَتthey know ماذاwhat تَوارىlay hidden فيin الغَدِtomorrow
هَل دَرَت ماذا تَوارى في الغَدِ
They slept, drunk on the dreams of youth;
Lulled by the dreams of youth
Did they know what lay hidden in tomorrow?
Do they know what the tomorrow hides?
إِنَّindeed شَعباًa people كَثُرتgrew many أَحلامُهُits dreams
إِنَّ شَعباً كَثُرت أَحلامُهُ
لَهوsurely it is شَعبٌa people ضائِعٌlost فيamong الدُوَلِnations
لَهو شَعبٌ ضائِعٌ في الدُوَلِ
A people whose dreams have grown many
A people whose dreams are many
Is surely a people lost among nations.
Are a people lost in nations
لبِلادِfor the land الأَرزِof cedars أَبناءٌsons نَأَتwent far away
لبِلادِ الأَرزِ أَبناءٌ نَأَت
فَهيَso they تَشقىsuffer فيin زَواياthe corners المَهجرِof exile
فَهيَ تَشقى في زَوايا المَهجرِ
The land of cedars has sons who have gone far,
The land of cedars has sons
And they suffer in the corners of exile.
Who now suffer in exile's corners
وَلهاand they have قَلبٌa heart إِذاwhen ماever ذُكرis mentioned الthe
وَلها قَلبٌ إِذا ما ذُكر ال
وَطنُhomeland اِهتَزَّtrembled اِهتِزازَwith the trembling الشَجرِof trees
وَطنُ اِهتَزَّ اِهتِزازَ الشَجرِ
And they have a heart which, at mention of the
It has a heart that shakes like trees
Homeland, trembles as trees tremble.
When the homeland is recalled
سَعدُthe fortune لُبنانَof Lebanon كَبيرٌgreat إِنَّماbut
سَعدُ لُبنانَ كَبيرٌ إِنَّما
بِسِوىthrough others than أَبنائِهِits sons لَمdid not يكبُرِgrow great
بِسِوى أَبنائِهِ لَم يكبُرِ
Lebanon's fortune is great, but
Lebanon's pride is great indeed
It never grew great through any but its sons.
But not in its sons does it grow
وَلهand it has بُرجٌa tower علاrose مُرتَفِعاًhigh
وَله بُرجٌ علا مُرتَفِعاً
مِنfrom قَديمٍlong ago وَغداًand tomorrow لاnot يُعتَلىbe climbed
مِن قَديمٍ وَغداً لا يُعتَلى
And it has a tower that rose high
It has a tower, high and erect
Long ago, but tomorrow it will not be climbed.
From ancient days no hands can tear
عِندَماwhen الغُؤّابُthe exiles تَعتادُfrequent الحمىthe homeland
عِندَما الغُؤّابُ تَعتادُ الحمى
لِتَرىto see مُستَقبَلاًa future فيin الوَطَنِthe homeland
لِتَرى مُستَقبَلاً في الوَطَنِ
When the exiles frequent their native land,
When the night clouds turn to fever
To see a future in the homeland;
To envision the nation's future
عِندَماwhen الأَمواهُthe waters تُمسيbecome مُسكِراًan intoxicant
عِندَما الأَمواهُ تُمسي مُسكِراً
جارِياتٍflowing منfrom أَعاليthe heights القُننِof the peaks
جارِياتٍ من أَعالي القُننِ
When the waters become an intoxicant,
When the waters turn to wine
Flowing from the heights of the peaks;
Cascading from the mountain's crest
عِندَماwhen المَهجِرُthe lands of exile يُمسيbecome خالِياًempty
عِندَما المَهجِرُ يُمسي خالِياً
منof رِجالٍmen نَشَأَتgrew up فيin الدِمَنِthe homesteads
من رِجالٍ نَشَأَت في الدِمَنِ
When the lands of exile become empty
When the diaspora stands empty
Of men who grew up in the homesteads,
Of the men born in the valleys
بَشَّرواgive good tidings to لُبنانَLebanon بِالعودِof returning إلىto
بَشَّروا لُبنانَ بِالعودِ إلى
زَمنٍan age مِثلlike الزَمانِthe age الأَوَّلِof old
زَمنٍ مِثل الزَمانِ الأَوَّلِ
Give Lebanon good tidings of a return to
Give Lebanon the good news
An age like the age of old.
Of a time like the first
عِندَماwhen البَغضاءُhatred تُمسيbecomes مهجاًhearts
عِندَما البَغضاءُ تُمسي مهجاً
تَنسلُbeget الحُبُّlove وَتَأويand shelter الرجلاman
تَنسلُ الحُبُّ وَتَأوي الرجلا
When hatred becomes hearts
When hatred becomes a wound
That beget love and shelter man;
From which love emerges and thrives
عِندَماwhen الأَرماحُspears تُمسيbecome سككاًplowshares
عِندَما الأَرماحُ تُمسي سككاً
وَفرندand the watered steel السيفِof the sword يُمسيbecomes منجلاa sickle
وَفرند السيفِ يُمسي منجلا
When spears become plowshares,
When spears become roads
And the sword's watered steel becomes a sickle;
And the sword's edge becomes a sickle
عِندَماwhen الحاكِمُthe ruler فيin عِزَّتِهِhis might
عِندَما الحاكِمُ في عِزَّتِهِ
يُنجِدhelps الفَلّاحthe farmer حَتّىso that يَعمَلاhe may work
يُنجِد الفَلّاح حَتّى يَعمَلا
When the ruler, in his might,
When the ruler in his glory
Helps the farmer so he may work,
Aids the farmer in his toil
بَشَّرواgive good tidings to لُبنانَLebanon بِالعِزِّof glory فَماfor no
بَشَّروا لُبنانَ بِالعِزِّ فَما
وَطنٌhomeland عَزَّgrew great بِغَيرِwithout العَملِwork
وَطنٌ عَزَّ بِغَيرِ العَملِ
Give Lebanon good tidings of glory, for no
Give Lebanon the good news
Homeland has grown great without work.'
Of might—for what is a nation without work?
كُنتُI was أُصغيlistening وَفُؤاديand my heart نابِضٌbeating
كُنتُ أُصغي وَفُؤادي نابِضٌ
وَعُيونيand my eyes شاخِصاتٌfixed فيon السَحابthe clouds
وَعُيوني شاخِصاتٌ في السَحاب
I listened, my heart beating,
I listened rapt, my heart aflutter
And my eyes fixed upon the clouds,
My eyes peering into the clouds
ناظِراًlooking فيinto عالَمِthe world الماضيof the past إِلىtoward
ناظِراً في عالَمِ الماضي إِلى
مَجدthe glory قَوميof my people المُتَلاشيfading كَالضَبابlike mist
مَجد قَومي المُتَلاشي كَالضَباب
Looking into the world of the past, toward
Looking into the past for
My people's glory, fading like mist.
My people's faded glory like mist
إِنَّindeed زَيتَthe oil المَجدِof glory تشعلُهُkindle it
إِنَّ زَيتَ المَجدِ تشعلُهُ
زَفَراتٌsighs اليَاسِof despair منfrom صَدرِthe breast الشَبابof youth
زَفَراتٌ اليَاسِ من صَدرِ الشَباب
The oil of glory is kindled by
For it is the youths' sighs of despair
Sighs of despair from the breast of youth.
That kindle the oil of glory
فَالتَآخيfor brotherhood وَالقُوىand strength تَضرُمُهset it ablaze
فَالتَآخي وَالقُوى تَضرُمُه
هَلis there مُؤاخاةbrotherhood بِهذاon this الجَبلِmountain
هَل مُؤاخاة بِهذا الجَبلِ
For brotherhood and strength set it ablaze:
It is bonding and strength that spark it
Is there brotherhood upon this mountain?
Is there brotherhood in these mountains?
عِندَat هذاthis نَهَضَتrose عَرّافَتيmy fortune-teller
عِندَ هذا نَهَضَت عَرّافَتي
بَعدafter ماthat قَدhad جَمَعتshe gathered أَبواقهاher horns
بَعد ما قَد جَمَعت أَبواقها
At this, my fortune-teller rose,
At this my seer rose
After she had gathered her horns,
Having gathered up her seashells
وَمَضَتand she went off تَسرعhurrying بِالمشيon foot وَقدand had
وَمَضَت تَسرع بِالمشي وَقد
وَهَبتbestowed منsome of سحرهاher magic أَحداقهاher eyes
وَهَبت من سحرها أَحداقها
And went away, hurrying on foot, while
And hurried off, the magic
Her eyes had bestowed some of her magic.
Already fading from her eyes
وَلَدُنand when قَدhad خَرجَتshe left مِنfrom مَنزِليmy home
وَلَدُن قَد خَرجَت مِن مَنزِلي
وَمَضَتand went ناشِدَةًseeking عشاقَهاher lovers
وَمَضَت ناشِدَةً عشاقَها
And when she had left my home
She left my home reciting
And gone seeking her lovers,
Verses for her lovers
صَرختshe cried out بصارَةٌa fortune-teller براجةٌan astrologer
صَرخت بصارَةٌ براجةٌ
تَكشِفُreveals البَختَfortune بقَولٍwith an utterance مُنزَلِrevealed
تَكشِفُ البَختَ بقَولٍ مُنزَلِ
She cried: 'A fortune-teller, an astrologer,
The fortune-teller called out
Unveiling fortune with a revealed utterance!'
Revealing fate in inspired verse