يَاO نَاعِسَdrowsy الطَّرْفِthe gaze إِلَىuntil كَمْhow long تَنَامْyou sleep
يَا نَاعِسَ الطَّرْفِ إِلَى كَمْ تَنَامْ
أَسْهَرْتَنِيyou kept me awake فِيكَbecause of you وَنَامَand slept الأَنَامْall people
أَسْهَرْتَنِي فِيكَ وَنَامَ الأَنَامْ
O drowsy-eyed one, how long will you sleep?
You kept me awake for love of you, while all the world slept.
أَوْشَكَis about to هَذَاthis اللَّيْلُthe night أَنْto يَنْقَضِيend
أَوْشَكَ هَذَا اللَّيْلُ أَنْ يَنْقَضِي
وَالْعَيْنُand the eye لاnot تَعْرِفُknows طِيبَthe sweetness of الْمَنَامْsleep
وَالْعَيْنُ لا تَعْرِفُ طِيبَ الْمَنَامْ
This night is almost at its end,
Yet my eye knows no sweetness of sleep.
وَيْلاهُalas for me! مِنْbecause of ظَبْيِthe gazelle of الْحِمَىthe sanctuary إِنَّهُindeed he
وَيْلاهُ مِنْ ظَبْيِ الْحِمَى إِنَّهُ
جَرَّعَنِيmade me drink بِالصَّدِّthrough rejection مُرَّthe bitterness of الْحِمَامْdeath
جَرَّعَنِي بِالصَّدِّ مُرَّ الْحِمَامْ
Alas for me, for the sanctuary's gazelle! He
Has made me drink death's bitterness by turning away.
يَغْضَبُhe grows angry مِنْat قَوْلِيَmy saying آهٍah! وَهَلْand is…?
يَغْضَبُ مِنْ قَوْلِيَ آهٍ وَهَلْ
قَوْلِيَmy saying آهٍah! يَاO بْنَson of وُدِّيmy love حَرَامْforbidden
قَوْلِيَ آهٍ يَا بْنَ وُدِّي حَرَامْ
He grows angry when I say “Ah!”—but is
My saying “Ah!”, O my beloved, forbidden?
لاneither كُتْبُهُhis letters تَتْرَىcome successively وَلاnor رُسْلُهُhis messengers
لا كُتْبُهُ تَتْرَى وَلا رُسْلُهُ
تَأْتِيcome وَلاnor الْطَّيْفُthe dream-phantom يُوافِيvisits لِمَامْfleetingly
تَأْتِي وَلا الْطَّيْفُ يُوافِي لِمَامْ
His letters do not come in succession, nor do his messengers
Come, nor does his phantom pay even a fleeting visit.
اللَّهُGod! (in appeal) فِيconcerning عَينٍan eye جَفَاهَاhas forsaken it الْكَرَىslumber
اللَّهُ فِي عَينٍ جَفَاهَا الْكَرَى
فِيكُمْbecause of you وَقَلْبٍand a heart قَدْindeed بَرَاهُhas worn it away الْغَرَامْpassionate love
فِيكُمْ وَقَلْبٍ قَدْ بَرَاهُ الْغَرَامْ
For God's sake, pity an eye that sleep has forsaken
Because of you, and a heart that passion has worn away.
طَالَhas lasted long النَّوَىseparation مِنْfrom بَعْدِكُمْafter you وَانْقَضَتْand has ended
طَالَ النَّوَى مِنْ بَعْدِكُمْ وَانْقَضَتْ
بَشَاشَةُthe gladness of الْعَيْشِlife وَسَاءَand has grown wretched الْمُقَامْthe dwelling
بَشَاشَةُ الْعَيْشِ وَسَاءَ الْمُقَامْ
Separation has lasted long since you left, and gone is
The gladness of life; wretched is my abode.
أَرْتَاحُI feel relief إِنْwhen مَرَّpasses نَسِيمُthe breeze of الصَّبَاthe east wind
أَرْتَاحُ إِنْ مَرَّ نَسِيمُ الصَّبَا
وَالْبُرْءُand healing لِيfor me فِيهِin it مَعَاًtogether وَالسَّقَامْand sickness
وَالْبُرْءُ لِي فِيهِ مَعَاً وَالسَّقَامْ
I feel relief when the east wind's breeze passes,
And in it are both healing and sickness for me.
يَاO لَيْتَنِيwould that I were فِيin السِّلْكِthe wire حَرْفٌa letter سَرَىsped along
يَا لَيْتَنِي فِي السِّلْكِ حَرْفٌ سَرَى
أَوْor رِيشَةٌa feather بَيْنَamong خَوَافِيthe inner flight feathers of الْحَمَامْthe doves
أَوْ رِيشَةٌ بَيْنَ خَوَافِي الْحَمَامْ
Would that I were a letter speeding along the wire,
Or a feather among the doves' inner flight feathers,
حَتَّىso that أُوَافِيI may reach مِصْرَEgypt فِيin لَحْظَةٍan instant
حَتَّى أُوَافِي مِصْرَ فِي لَحْظَةٍ
أَقْضِيI fulfill بِهَاin it فِيin الْحُبِّlove حَقَّthe obligation of الذِّمَامْfidelity
أَقْضِي بِهَا فِي الْحُبِّ حَقَّ الذِّمَامْ
So I might reach Egypt in an instant
And there fulfill the duty of fidelity in love.
مَوْلايَmy lord قَدْindeed طَالَhas lasted long مَرِيرُthe bitterness of النَّوَىseparation
مَوْلايَ قَدْ طَالَ مَرِيرُ النَّوَى
فَكُلُّfor every يَوْمٍday مَرَّpassed بِيover me أَلْفُa thousand عَامْyears
فَكُلُّ يَوْمٍ مَرَّ بِي أَلْفُ عَامْ
My lord, the bitterness of separation has lasted long;
For every day that passes over me is a thousand years.
أَنْظُرُI look حَوْلِيَaround me لاnot أَرَىI see صَاحِباًa companion
أَنْظُرُ حَوْلِيَ لا أَرَى صَاحِباً
إِلَّاexcept جَمَاهِيرَthrongs وَخَيْلاًand horses صِيَامْstanding still
إِلَّا جَمَاهِيرَ وَخَيْلاً صِيَامْ
I look around me and see no companion
Save throngs and horses standing still,
وَدَيْدَبَانَاًand a sentry صَارِخاًshouting فِيin الدُّجَىthe darkness
وَدَيْدَبَانَاً صَارِخاً فِي الدُّجَى
ارْجِعْreturn وَرَاءًbackward إِنَّهُindeed, it is the case لاno أَمَامْway ahead
ارْجِعْ وَرَاءً إِنَّهُ لا أَمَامْ
And a sentry shouting in the darkness:
“Go back! There is no way ahead!”
يُقْتَبَلُis greeted الصُّبْحُthe dawn وَيَمْضِيand departs الدُّجَىthe darkness
يُقْتَبَلُ الصُّبْحُ وَيَمْضِي الدُّجَى
وَيَنْقَضِيand fades away النُّورُthe light وَيَأْتِيand comes الظَّلامْthe darkness
وَيَنْقَضِي النُّورُ وَيَأْتِي الظَّلامْ
Dawn is greeted, and darkness passes away;
The light fades, and darkness comes.
وَلاand no كِتَابٌletter مِنْfrom حَبِيبٍa beloved أَتَىhas come
وَلا كِتَابٌ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ أَتَى
وَلاnor أَخُوa brother of صِدْقٍsincerity يَرُدُّreturns السَّلامْthe greeting
وَلا أَخُو صِدْقٍ يَرُدُّ السَّلامْ
Yet no letter from a beloved has come,
Nor does a true friend return my greeting.
فِيon هَضْبَةٍa hill مِنْof أَرْضِthe land of دَبْريجَةٍDobruja
فِي هَضْبَةٍ مِنْ أَرْضِ دَبْريجَةٍ
لَيْسَthere is not بِهَاin it غَيْرُanything but بُغَاثٍsmall, weak birds وَهَامْand owls
لَيْسَ بِهَا غَيْرُ بُغَاثٍ وَهَامْ
On a hill in the land of Dobruja,
With nothing there but small birds and owls.
وَرَاءَنَاbehind us الْبَحْرُthe sea وَتِلْقَاءَنَاand before us
وَرَاءَنَا الْبَحْرُ وَتِلْقَاءَنَا
سَوَادُthe dark mass of جَيْشٍan army مُكْفَهِرٍّgrim لُهَامْvast
سَوَادُ جَيْشٍ مُكْفَهِرٍّ لُهَامْ
Behind us lies the sea, and before us
The dark mass of a grim, vast army.
فَتِلْكَso that is حَالِيmy state لاmay…never رَمَتْكَstrike you النَّوَىseparation
فَتِلْكَ حَالِي لا رَمَتْكَ النَّوَى
فَكَيْفَso how أَنْتُمْyou بَعْدَنَاafter us يَاO هُمَامْnoble one
فَكَيْفَ أَنْتُمْ بَعْدَنَا يَا هُمَامْ
Such is my state—may separation never strike you!
How, then, do you fare in our absence, O noble one?
Translation model: Sol 6.1