قلsay للبخيلto the miser إذاwhen ما(emphasis) عزَّbecame inaccessible مشرعهُhis watering place
قل للبخيل إذا ما عزَّ مشرعهُ
ياO مانعwithholder of الماءthe water عنيfrom me كيفhow تمنعُهyou withhold it
يا مانع الماء عني كيف تمنعُه
Tell the miser, when his watering place is hard to reach:
Say to the miser if he spreads his tent
O you who withhold water from me, how can you withhold it?
O denier of water to me, how can you deny it?
أغرَّhas ... beguiled? حسنكyour beauty أنthat الخلدimmortality جدولهits stream
أغرَّ حسنك أن الخلد جدوله
وأنّهand that it منfrom غريبwondrous السحرmagic منبعُهits source
وأنّه من غريب السحر منبعُه
Has your beauty been beguiled by having immortality for its stream,
Your beauty has tempted me that eternity is its stream
and wondrous magic for its source?
And that it is from strange magic its source
ياO أيهاyou (vocative) الكوكبthe star المحبوسimprisoned فيin فلكٍan orbit
يا أيها الكوكب المحبوس في فلكٍ
مبددscattering مجدهits glory فيهin it مضيّعُهsquandering it
مبدد مجده فيه مضيّعُه
O star imprisoned in an orbit,
O planet imprisoned in its orbit
scattering its glory there, squandering it!
Squandering his glory in it, wasting it
هيهاتfar from possible يخلدlives forever حسنٌbeauty لاnot يؤلههdeifies it
هيهات يخلد حسنٌ لا يؤلهه
شعرٌpoetry منof النسقthe order الأعلىhighest ويرفعُهand exalts it
شعرٌ من النسق الأعلى ويرفعُه
Beauty cannot live forever unless it is deified
Alas! Everlasting is not beauty unless made divine
and exalted by poetry of the highest order.
Poetry from the highest harmony raising it
أناI شهيدكyour martyr والقلبand the heart الضحوكever-laughing إذاwhen
أنا شهيدك والقلب الضحوك إذا
أدميتَهyou made it bleed والمغنيand the singing one إذwhen تقطّعُهyou tear it apart
أدميتَه والمغني إذ تقطّعُه
I am your martyr, and the heart that laughs when
I am your witness and the gleeful heart if
you make it bleed, and sings when you tear it apart.
You hurt it and the singer if you break it
هلis there? منكfrom you يومa day رضىًof favor ضنَّwas stingy الزمانtime بهwith it
هل منك يوم رضىً ضنَّ الزمان به
أعياexhausted خياليmy imagination وأضنانيand wore me out توقّعُهanticipating it
أعيا خيالي وأضناني توقّعُه
Is there a day of favor from you, begrudged by time,
Is there a day when time was pleased with it
whose anticipation has taxed my imagination and worn me out?
My imagination grew tired and my teeth expected it
كمhow often بتُّI spent the night منتبهاًawake أصغيI listen intently لخطوتهfor its footstep
كم بتُّ منتبهاً أصغي لخطوته
أراهI see it فيin الوهمimagination أحياناًsometimes وأسمعُهand I hear it
أراه في الوهم أحياناً وأسمعُه
How often I have spent the night awake, listening for its footstep;
How often I stayed awake listening to his footsteps
I sometimes see it in fancy, and hear it.
I imagine him sometimes and hear him
وأنتand you فيon أفقthe horizon of الأوهامillusions طيفa phantom of صباyouth
وأنت في أفق الأوهام طيف صبا
سماsoared ودقَّand became too subtle علىfor الأفهامminds موضعُهits place
سما ودقَّ على الأفهام موضعُه
And you, on the horizon of illusions, are a phantom of youth
While you are in the horizon of illusions, the ghost of youth
that soared high, its place too subtle for minds to grasp.
Elevated and knocked on the minds its place
كأنكas though you were النسمthe breeze النشوانdrunken منطلقاًroaming free
كأنك النسم النشوان منطلقاً
أظلI keep on كالنفسlike the soul الحيرانbewildered أتبعُهI follow it
أظل كالنفس الحيران أتبعُه
You are like the drunken breeze, roaming free;
As if you are the gentle breeze set free
I keep following it like a bewildered soul.
I remain like the bewildered soul following it
تعالَcome وادنُand draw near بيومwith a day لاnot نحسّwe feel بهin it
تعالَ وادنُ بيوم لا نحسّ به
أجسادناour bodies فيin صفاءserenity لاnot نضيعُهwe squander it
أجسادنا في صفاء لا نضيعُه
Come, and draw near with a day when we do not feel
Come near one day we do not feel
our bodies, in a serenity we shall not squander.
Our bodies in serenity we do not waste it
لكنyet أحسكI feel you تجريyou flow فيin صميمthe very core of دميmy blood
لكن أحسك تجري في صميم دمي
أنتyou الحياةlife وأنتand you الكونthe universe أجمعُهall of it
أنت الحياة وأنت الكون أجمعُه
Yet I feel you flowing in the very core of my blood.
But I feel you flow in the core of my blood
You are life, and you are the whole universe.
You are life itself and the whole universe I gather it