غَدَرَbetrayed الزَّمَانُtime وَجَارَand dealt unjustly فِيin أَحْكَامِهِits decrees
غَدَرَ الزَّمَانُ وَجَارَ فِي أَحْكَامِهِ
والدَّهْرُand time عَيْنُthe very embodiment الخَائِنِthe traitor الغَدَّارِthe treacherous
والدَّهْرُ عَيْنُ الخَائِنِ الغَدَّارِ
Time betrayed and dealt unjustly in its decrees,
And time is the very embodiment of a treacherous betrayer.
وَرُزِئْتُand I was bereaved أَعْلاَقَاًtreasures عَلَيَّto me كَرِيْمَةًprecious
وَرُزِئْتُ أَعْلاَقَاً عَلَيَّ كَرِيْمَةً
مِنْfrom قَبْلِbefore أَنْthat تُقْضَىare fulfilled بِهَاthrough them أَوْطَارِيmy wishes
مِنْ قَبْلِ أَنْ تُقْضَى بِهَا أَوْطَارِي
And I was bereaved of treasures precious to me,
Before my wishes could be fulfilled through them.
وَفُجِعْتُand I was stricken بِالْقُمْرِيِّby the turtledove's loss فَجْعَةَthe grief of ثَاكِلٍa bereaved parent
وَفُجِعْتُ بِالْقُمْرِيِّ فَجْعَةَ ثَاكِلٍ
فَفَقَدْتُso I lost مِنْهُin him أَصْنَعَthe most accomplished السُّمَّارِthe nighttime companions
فَفَقَدْتُ مِنْهُ أَصْنَعَ السُّمَّارِ
And the turtledove's loss struck me with a bereaved parent's grief,
So in him I lost the most accomplished of nighttime companions.
لعوْنُhue (probable intended reading) الغَمَامَةِthe cloud وَالْغَمَامَةُand the cloud لَوْنُهُhis hue
لعوْنُ الغَمَامَةِ وَالْغَمَامَةُ لَوْنُهُ
وَمُنَاسِبُand resembling الأَقْلاَمِthe pens بِالْمِنْقَارِin the beak
وَمُنَاسِبُ الأَقْلاَمِ بِالْمِنْقَارِ
His hue was the cloud's, and the cloud's hue his,
And his beak resembled pens.
وَمُطَوَّقٌand ringed مِنْfrom صِبْغِcoloring خِلْقَةِcreation رَبِّهِhis Lord
وَمُطَوَّقٌ مِنْ صِبْغِ خِلْقَةِ رَبِّهِ
طَوْقَيْنِtwo collars خِلْتُهُمَاI imagined them both مِنَof النُّوُّارِthe blossoms
طَوْقَيْنِ خِلْتُهُمَا مِنَ النُّوُّارِ
And he was ringed with the coloring of his Lord's creation,
With two collars I thought were made of blossoms.
وَلَطَالَمَاand how often اسْتَغْنَيْتُI was content فِيin غَلَسِthe gloom الدُّجَىnight's darkness
وَلَطَالَمَا اسْتَغْنَيْتُ فِي غَلَسِ الدُّجَى
بِهَدِيْلِهِwith his cooing عَنْinstead of مُطْرِبِa musician الأَوْتَارِthe strings
بِهَدِيْلِهِ عَنْ مُطْرِبِ الأَوْتَارِ
And how often, in the gloom of night, I was content
With his cooing in place of a player of strings.
هَزِجُmelodious الأَصَائِلِthe late afternoons يَسْتَحِثُّhe urges onward كُؤُوسَهَاtheir cups
هَزِجُ الأَصَائِلِ يَسْتَحِثُّ كُؤُوسَهَا
وَيُقِيْمُنَاand he rouses us لِلْفَرِضِfor the obligatory prayer فِيin الأَسْحَارِthe predawn hours
وَيُقِيْمُنَا لِلْفَرِضِ فِي الأَسْحَارِ
Melodious in the late afternoons, he urged their cups along,
And roused us for the obligatory prayer before dawn.
لَهْفَاalas عَلَىfor القُمْرِيِّthe turtledove لَهْفَاًgrief دَائِمَاًeverlasting
لَهْفَا عَلَى القُمْرِيِّ لَهْفَاً دَائِمَاً
يَكْوِيsears الْحَشَىthe innermost heart بِجَوًىwith anguish كَلَذْعِlike the sting of النَّارِfire
يَكْوِي الْحَشَى بِجَوًى كَلَذْعِ النَّارِ
Alas for the turtledove—an everlasting grief
That sears the heart with anguish like fire's sting.
وَلَقَدْand indeed هَجَرْتُI forsook الصَّبْرَpatience بَعْدَafter فِرَاقِهِparting from him
وَلَقَدْ هَجَرْتُ الصَّبْرَ بَعْدَ فِرَاقِهِ
وَلَقَدْand indeed مَزَجْتُI mingled دَماًblood بِدَمْعِwith tears جَارَىflowing
وَلَقَدْ مَزَجْتُ دَماً بِدَمْعِ جَارَى
And I have indeed forsaken patience since parting from him,
And I have indeed mingled blood with flowing tears.
مَاnot كُنْتُI was فِيamong الأَطْيَارthe birds إِلاَّexcept وَاحِدَاًone
مَا كُنْتُ فِي الأَطْيَار إِلاَّ وَاحِدَاً
هَيْهَاتَfar from it أَوْدَىhas perished سَيِّدُthe lord الأَطْيَارِthe birds
هَيْهَاتَ أَوْدَى سَيِّدُ الأَطْيَارِ
I was but one among the birds—
Far from it! The lord of birds has perished.
Translation model: Sol 6.1