إِنَّindeed المَنازِلَthe dwellings هَيَّجَتstirred أَطرابيmy passions
إِنَّ المَنازِلَ هَيَّجَت أَطرابي
وَاِستَعجَمَتand were mute آياتُهاtheir traces بِجَوابيin replying to me
وَاِستَعجَمَت آياتُها بِجَوابي
Indeed, the dwellings stirred my deepest passions;
Indeed, the dwellings stirred my passions,
their traces fell mute when I called for an answer.
And their traces were mute in reply to me.
قَفراًdesolate تَلوحُappear بِذيat Dhu اللُجَينِal-Lujayn كَأَنَّهاas though they were
قَفراً تَلوحُ بِذي اللُجَينِ كَأَنَّها
أَنضاءُworn remnants رَسمٍan outline أَوor سُطورُlines كِتابِa book
أَنضاءُ رَسمٍ أَو سُطورُ كِتابِ
Deserted, they loom at Dhu al-Lujayn, as though
Desolate, they appear at Dhu al-Lujayn, as though they were
they were faded remnants of a drawing, or lines in a book.
Worn remnants of an outline, or lines in a book.
لَمّاwhen وَقَفتُI halted بِهاat them القَلوصَthe young she-camel تَبادَرَتrushed forth
لَمّا وَقَفتُ بِها القَلوصَ تَبادَرَت
مِنّيfrom me الدُموعُthe tears لِفُرقَةِbecause of separation from الأَحبابِthe loved ones
مِنّي الدُموعُ لِفُرقَةِ الأَحبابِ
When I halted the young she-camel there, there rushed
When I halted the young she-camel there, forth rushed
from me tears for parting from those I love.
Tears from me at parting from loved ones.
وَذَكَرتُand I recalled عَصراًa time ياO بُثَينَةُButhayna شاقَنيstirred my longing
وَذَكَرتُ عَصراً يا بُثَينَةُ شاقَني
وَذَكَرتُand I recalled أَيّاميmy days وَشَرخَand the prime of شَبابيmy youth
وَذَكَرتُ أَيّامي وَشَرخَ شَبابي
I remembered a time, O Buthayna, that awakened my longing,
And I recalled a time, O Buthayna, that stirred my longing,
and I remembered my days and the first bloom of my youth.
And I recalled my days and the prime of my youth.
