كُنتِ بِالأَمسِ رَبَّةَ العاشِقينا

كُنتِ بِالأَمسِ رَبَّةَ العاشِقينا

تُسكِرينَ الملا وَلا تَسكَرينا

تُسكِرينَ الملا وَلا تَسكَرينا

Yesterday you were the goddess of lovers,

Yesterday you were the goddess of all lovers,

intoxicating the throng, yet never drunk yourself.

Intoxicating kings, yet sober to us.

وَلَقَد كُنتِ تَبسَمينَ بِحَظٍّ

وَلَقَد كُنتِ تَبسَمينَ بِحَظٍّ

فَلِماذا أَمسَيتِ لا تَبسَمينا

فَلِماذا أَمسَيتِ لا تَبسَمينا

And indeed, you used to smile with good fortune;

Once you smiled with such fortune,

why, then, have you ceased to smile?

So why have you become cheerless?

ما الَّذي أَوجَبَ اِكتِئابُكِ حَتّى

ما الَّذي أَوجَبَ اِكتِئابُكِ حَتّى

صارَ رَمزُ الجَمالِ رَمزاً حَزينا

صارَ رَمزُ الجَمالِ رَمزاً حَزينا

What caused your melancholy, so that

What has caused your gloominess, that

the symbol of beauty became a sorrowful symbol?

The symbol of beauty has become a sad one?

أَظلَمَ الحُزنُ في عُيونِك نوراً

أَظلَمَ الحُزنُ في عُيونِك نوراً

كانَ بِالأَمسِ فتنَةَ الناظِرينا

كانَ بِالأَمسِ فتنَةَ الناظِرينا

Sorrow darkened a light within your eyes

Sorrow has darkened the light in your eyes,

that yesterday enchanted those who gazed.

Which yesterday allure the beholders.

أَينَ ذاكَ الجَمالُ أَين جَبينٌ

أَينَ ذاكَ الجَمالُ أَين جَبينٌ

ما أَرانا من قَبلُ هذه الغُضونا

ما أَرانا من قَبلُ هذه الغُضونا

Where is that beauty? Where is the brow

Where is that beauty? Where is the forehead

that never before showed us these wrinkles?

We have never seen like this before?

أَوَلَيسَت هذي الغُضونُ رُموزاُ

أَوَلَيسَت هذي الغُضونُ رُموزاُ

لَم تَزَل في الفُؤادِ سِرّاً دَفينا

لَم تَزَل في الفُؤادِ سِرّاً دَفينا

And are these wrinkles not symbols

Are not these eyebrows symbols

that have remained a secret buried in the heart?

That have remained secrets buried deep inside?

خَفِّفي اليَومَ وَطءَ مَشيِكِ كيلا

خَفِّفي اليَومَ وَطءَ مَشيِكِ كيلا

يُصبِحَ المَشيُ نَقلَة الراقِصينا

يُصبِحَ المَشيُ نَقلَة الراقِصينا

Lighten the tread of your walk today, lest

Lighten your steps today, so that walking

your walk become the step of dancers.

Does not become like dancing.

ما تَعَوَّدتِ غَير مَشي دَلالٍ

ما تَعَوَّدتِ غَير مَشي دَلالٍ

كُنتِ حَتّى الهَوى بِهِ تَخدَعينا

كُنتِ حَتّى الهَوى بِهِ تَخدَعينا

You were accustomed only to a coquettish walk,

You were not used to any gait but coquetry,

with which you used to deceive even love.

Even passion you deceived with it.

خَفِّفي المَشيَ إِنَّ في التُربِ قَلباً

خَفِّفي المَشيَ إِنَّ في التُربِ قَلباً

رَجعَ اليَومَ بعدَ إِثمِكِ طينا

رَجعَ اليَومَ بعدَ إِثمِكِ طينا

Lighten your walk, for in the dust lies a heart

Lighten your steps - in the sand lies a heart

that returned to clay today, after your sin.

That came back today, clay after your sin.

لا تَصيخي لِلحُبِّ وَاِمشي عَلَيهِ

لا تَصيخي لِلحُبِّ وَاِمشي عَلَيهِ

لَيسَ عَهدُ الغَرامِ إِلّا جُنونا

لَيسَ عَهدُ الغَرامِ إِلّا جُنونا

Do not heed love; walk over it.

Do not wail for love - walk over it.

Love's covenant is nothing but madness.

Passion is nothing but madness.

لا تَصيخي إِلى الضَميرِ إِذا ما

لا تَصيخي إِلى الضَميرِ إِذا ما

قالَ يَوماً عِبارَةَ المُشفِقينا

قالَ يَوماً عِبارَةَ المُشفِقينا

Do not heed conscience if ever

Do not wail if conscience one day

it one day utters the words of the compassionate:

Speaks the words of the compassionate.

قَد أَهَنتِ الحَياةَ بَعدَ عليٍّ

قَد أَهَنتِ الحَياةَ بَعدَ عليٍّ

فَاِستَحي اليَومَ لا تُهيني المنونا

فَاِستَحي اليَومَ لا تُهيني المنونا

You have dishonored life after Ali;

You have disgraced life after Ali,

so be ashamed today; do not dishonor death.

So be shy today - do not disgrace death.

إِن يَكُ الفُسقُ من عَليٍّ فَمشنكِ ال

إِن يَكُ الفُسقُ من عَليٍّ فَمشنكِ ال

فُسقُ وَالجورُ بِئس ما تَفعَلينا

فُسقُ وَالجورُ بِئس ما تَفعَلينا

If debauchery comes from Ali, then from you come

If immorality is from Ali, your immorality

debauchery and injustice—how vile is what you do!

Is far worse that you are doing.

أَنتِ أَفسَدتِه وَكان غُلاماً

أَنتِ أَفسَدتِه وَكان غُلاماً

ثُمَّ صَيَّرتِهِ من الباذِرينا

ثُمَّ صَيَّرتِهِ من الباذِرينا

You corrupted him when he was a youth,

You corrupted him when he was a lad,

then made him one of the squanderers.

Then made him one of the squanderers.

إِنزَعي الحليَ عَنكِ وَاِستَبدليها

إِنزَعي الحليَ عَنكِ وَاِستَبدليها

بِقُيودٍ أَحقّ بِالسافِكينا

بِقُيودٍ أَحقّ بِالسافِكينا

Take off your jewels and exchange them

Remove the jewelry from yourself, and replace it

for shackles, more fitting for those who shed blood.

With shackles more deserving for the murderer.

هذِهِ الحليُ من دِماءِ عَلِيٍّ

هذِهِ الحليُ من دِماءِ عَلِيٍّ

كَيفَ تُبقينَها وَلا تَخجلينا

كَيفَ تُبقينَها وَلا تَخجلينا

These jewels come from Ali's blood;

This jewelry is from Ali's blood.

how can you keep them and not be ashamed?

How can you still wear it and not be ashamed?

لا تَصيخي يا مرغَريتُ لِصَوتٍ

لا تَصيخي يا مرغَريتُ لِصَوتٍ

لَيسَ صَوتُ الضَميرِ إِلّا مُجونا

لَيسَ صَوتُ الضَميرِ إِلّا مُجونا

Do not heed a voice, O Marguerite;

Do not wail, Margaret, for a voice

the voice of conscience is nothing but wanton jesting.

That is nothing but the voice of conscience.

وَاِرقُصي إِن وَدَدتِ فَوقَ تُرابٍ

وَاِرقُصي إِن وَدَدتِ فَوقَ تُرابٍ

ضَمَّ قَلباً لِمُغرَمٍ وَعُيونا

ضَمَّ قَلباً لِمُغرَمٍ وَعُيونا

And dance, if you wish, over dust

And dance if you wish on soil

that enfolded a lover's heart and eyes.

That embraces a heart and eyes of a lover.

وَاِطرَحي الحُزنَ عَنكِ فَالحُزنُ جُبنٌ

وَاِطرَحي الحُزنَ عَنكِ فَالحُزنُ جُبنٌ

كَيفَ يا غادَة الدما تَجنينا

كَيفَ يا غادَة الدما تَجنينا

And cast sorrow off, for sorrow is cowardice;

Cast off your sorrow, for sorrow is cowardice.

how, O maiden of blood, do you sin?

How, killer of blood, can you harvest it?

غيهِ ضحّي الضَميرَ في كُلِّ حالٍ

غيهِ ضحّي الضَميرَ في كُلِّ حالٍ

وَمري السَفك في الوَرى أَن يَكونا

وَمري السَفك في الوَرى أَن يَكونا

[Unclear word]—sacrifice conscience in every circumstance,

In every case, sacrifice conscience,

and bid bloodshed come to pass among mankind.

And consider shedding blood in people as trivial.