ذَهَبَhave gone الناسُthe people فانفرادِيso my solitude أَنِيْسِيmy companion
ذَهَبَ الناسُ فانفرادِي أَنِيْسِي
وكِتَابِيand my book مُحَدِّثِيmy conversation partner وَجَلِيْسِيand my sitting companion
وكِتَابِي مُحَدِّثِي وَجَلِيْسِي
People have gone, so my solitude is my companion.
The people are gone, and my solitude is my companion
And my book speaks with me and sits beside me.
My book is who I talk to, and my seatmate
صاحِبٌa companion قدindeed أَمِنْتُI have felt safe مِنْهُfrom it مَلاَلاًweariness
صاحِبٌ قد أَمِنْتُ مِنْهُ مَلاَلاً
واختلالاًand disorder وَكلَّand every خُلْقٍcharacter trait بَئِيْسِwretched
واختلالاً وَكلَّ خُلْقٍ بَئِيْسِ
A companion from whom I fear no weariness,
A friend whom I am assured will not bore me
Nor disorder, nor any wretched trait.
Nor disagree with me, of any unpleasant nature
ليسis not فيin نَوْعِهِits kind بِحَيٍّalive ولكنْand yet
ليس في نَوْعِهِ بِحَيٍّ ولكنْ
يَلْتَقِيmeets الحَيُّthe living منهthrough it بالمَرْمُوْسِwith the buried dead
يَلْتَقِي الحَيُّ منه بالمَرْمُوْسِ
It is not, by its nature, alive, and yet
He is not alive, and yet
Through it the living meet the buried dead.
The living may meet in him what is preserved