منwho لحزينٍfor a sorrowful man كلِفٍlove-stricken موجَعِanguished
من لحزينٍ كلِفٍ موجَعِ
قدindeed شفَّهhas wasted him away الشَوقُlonging إلىfor الأَربُعِthe dwellings
قد شفَّه الشَوقُ إلى الأَربُعِ
Who will aid a sorrowful man, love-stricken and in pain,
For a sorrowful, burdened lover
Whom longing for the dwellings has wasted away?
Whose passion longs for the past,
ماwhat ليfor me وللأَربعُand with the dwellings ماso long as لمnot تَكُنthey are
ما لي وللأَربعُ ما لم تَكُن
ربوعَthe abodes of سَلمىSalma ربَّةِthe lady of البُرقُعِthe face veil
ربوعَ سَلمى ربَّةِ البُرقُعِ
What are dwellings to me, unless they are
What do I want with the past, if it be not
The abodes of Salma, the lady of the veil?
The meadows of Salma, abode of veils,
لَمnot أَنسَI forget عصراًa time قدalready تقضّىpassed بهاin them
لَم أَنسَ عصراً قد تقضّى بها
وجمعناand our company إِذwhen هوit لَمnot يُصدَعِwas sundered
وجمعنا إِذ هو لَم يُصدَعِ
I have not forgotten a time that passed there,
I cannot forget the days we spent together
While our company was still unbroken.
Before we were separated.
بَكيتُI wept يومَon the day of البَينparting وَجداًout of yearning فَلَمand so not
بَكيتُ يومَ البَين وَجداً فَلَم
أبقِI spare لِذكرىfor the memory of الوَصلِunion منany of أَدمُعيmy tears
أبقِ لِذكرى الوَصلِ من أَدمُعي
I wept in yearning on the day of parting, and did not
I cried the day we parted, my tears then
Spare any of my tears for the memory of union.
Could not match the memories of our union.
فَهَلis there, then لِذاكَfor that الشَملِcompany منany ناظمٍone who reunites
فَهَل لِذاكَ الشَملِ من ناظمٍ
أَمor هَلis there لِذاكَfor that العَصرtime منany مرجعِreturn
أَم هَل لِذاكَ العَصر من مرجعِ
Is there, then, anyone to reunite that company,
Can anyone restore that union?
Or is there any return to that time?
Can anyone bring back those days?