لَمّاwhen دَناdrew near البَينُparting بَينُthe departure of الحَيِّthe clan وَاِقتَسَمواand they divided among themselves
لَمّا دَنا البَينُ بَينُ الحَيِّ وَاِقتَسَموا
حَبلَthe cord of النَوىseparation فَهوَso it is فيin أَيديهِمُtheir hands قِطَعُpieces
حَبلَ النَوى فَهوَ في أَيديهِمُ قِطَعُ
When parting—the clan’s departure—drew near, and they divided
When parting drew near between the beloved and I, they shared
the cord of separation, leaving it in pieces in their hands,
The rope of love between them into pieces torn,
جادَتgave generously بِأَدمُعِهاwith her tears لَيلىLayla وَأَعجَلَنيand hurried me
جادَت بِأَدمُعِها لَيلى وَأَعجَلَني
وَشكُthe imminence of الفِراقِparting فَماso what أُبقيI keep وَماand what أَدَعُI leave
وَشكُ الفِراقِ فَما أُبقي وَما أَدَعُ
Layla poured forth her tears, and I was hurried
Layla wept copious tears that hastened our parting
by the imminence of parting: what shall I keep, and what shall I leave?
While the pain of separation remains and does not depart
ياO قَلبُheart وَيحَكَalas for you ماnot عَيشيmy life بِذيat Dhu سَلَمٍSalam
يا قَلبُ وَيحَكَ ما عَيشي بِذي سَلَمٍ
وَلاnor الزَمانُthe time الَّذيthat قَدalready مَرَّhas passed مُرتَجَعُrecoverable
وَلا الزَمانُ الَّذي قَد مَرَّ مُرتَجَعُ
O heart, alas for you! Neither my life at Dhu Salam
Oh my heart, woe to you, neither in well-being do I live
nor the time that has passed can be brought back.
Nor in days gone by, returning back no more
أَكُلَّماis it whenever بانَdeparted حَيٌّa clan لاnot تُلائِمَهُمyou are in accord with them
أَكُلَّما بانَ حَيٌّ لا تُلائِمَهُم
وَلاand do not يُبالونَthey care أَنthat يَشتاقَyearns مَنthe one whom فَجَعواthey bereaved
وَلا يُبالونَ أَن يَشتاقَ مَن فَجَعوا
Whenever a clan departs—one with whom you find no accord
Whenever a loved one appears with whom I’m incompatible
and who care not whether the one they bereaved yearns—
And who care not that their absence makes me sore
عَلَّقتِنيyou bound me بِهَوىًto a passion مُردٍruinous فَقَدfor already جَعَلَتhas begun
عَلَّقتِني بِهَوىً مُردٍ فَقَد جَعَلَت
مِنَfrom الفِراقِparting حَصاةَthe stone of القَلبِthe heart تَنصَدِعُcracks
مِنَ الفِراقِ حَصاةَ القَلبِ تَنصَدِعُ
must you bind me to ruinous love? For already
You’ve attached me to defiant passion so my heart
the heart’s stone has begun to crack from parting.
Is shattered by separation into fragments strewn