أَنَسِيمٌwas it a breeze سَرَىpassed by night بِنَفْحَةِwith a waft of رَنْدِlaurel
أَنَسِيمٌ سَرَى بِنَفْحَةِ رَنْدِ
أَمْor رَسُولٌa messenger أَدَّىdelivered تَحِيَّةَthe greeting of هِنْدِHind
أَمْ رَسُولٌ أَدَّى تَحِيَّةَ هِنْدِ
Was it a breeze that passed by night with a breath of laurel,
or a messenger who brought Hind's greeting?
أَطْرَبَتْنِيenraptured me أَنْفَاسُهُits breaths فَكَأَنِّيso it was as though I
أَطْرَبَتْنِي أَنْفَاسُهُ فَكَأَنِّي
مِلْتُreeled سُكْرَاًdrunk مِنْfrom جُرْعَةٍa draught مِنْof بِرَنْدِيbrandy
مِلْتُ سُكْرَاً مِنْ جُرْعَةٍ مِنْ بِرَنْدِي
Its breaths enraptured me, as though I
reeled, drunk from a draught of brandy.
وَأَخُوand one possessed by الْوَجْدِpassion لاnever يَزَالُceases to be طَرُوباًenraptured
وَأَخُو الْوَجْدِ لا يَزَالُ طَرُوباً
يَتْبَعُfollows الشَّوْقَlonging بَيْنَbetween سَهْلٍa plain وَفِنْدِand a mountain crag
يَتْبَعُ الشَّوْقَ بَيْنَ سَهْلٍ وَفِنْدِ
And one possessed by passion is ever enraptured,
following longing across plain and mountain crag.
طَالَhas endured long شَوْقِيmy longing إِلَىfor الدِّيارِhome وَلَكِنْbut
طَالَ شَوْقِي إِلَى الدِّيارِ وَلَكِنْ
أَيْنَhow far مِنْfrom مِصْرَEgypt مَنْone who أَقَامَhas settled بِكَنْدِيin Kandy
أَيْنَ مِنْ مِصْرَ مَنْ أَقَامَ بِكَنْدِي
Long have I yearned for home, but
how far from Egypt is one who dwells in Kandy!
حَبَّذَاhow lovely is النَّيلُthe Nile حِينَwhen يَجْرِيit flows فَيُبْدِيand reveals
حَبَّذَا النَّيلُ حِينَ يَجْرِي فَيُبْدِي
رَوْنَقَthe sheen of السَّيْفِthe sword وَاهْتِزَازَand the quivering of الْفِرِنْدِthe blade's watered pattern
رَوْنَقَ السَّيْفِ وَاهْتِزَازَ الْفِرِنْدِ
How lovely the Nile, when it flows and displays
the sheen of a sword and the shimmer of its watered pattern.
تَتَثَنَّىsway الْغُصُونُthe branches فِيalong حَافَتَيْهِits two banks
تَتَثَنَّى الْغُصُونُ فِي حَافَتَيْهِ
كَالْعَذَارَىlike maidens يَسْحَبْنَtrailing وَشْيَthe embroidery of الْفِرِنْدِsilk brocade
كَالْعَذَارَى يَسْحَبْنَ وَشْيَ الْفِرِنْدِ
The branches sway along its two banks
like maidens trailing embroidered silk.
قَلَّدَتْهَاhas adorned them يَدُthe hand of الْغَمَامِthe clouds عُقُوداًwith necklaces
قَلَّدَتْهَا يَدُ الْغَمَامِ عُقُوداً
هِيَthey أَبْهَىare more splendid مِنْthan كُلِّevery عِقْدٍnecklace وَبَنْدِand jeweled strand
هِيَ أَبْهَى مِنْ كُلِّ عِقْدٍ وَبَنْدِ
The hand of the clouds has decked them with necklaces
more splendid than any necklace or jeweled strand.
كَيْفَhow لاnot تَهْتِفُcoo الْحَمَامُthe doves عَلَيْهِabove it
كَيْفَ لا تَهْتِفُ الْحَمَامُ عَلَيْهِ
وَهْيَwhile they تُسْقَىare given to drink بِهِfrom it سُلافَةَthe choicest wine of قَنْدِsugar
وَهْيَ تُسْقَى بِهِ سُلافَةَ قَنْدِ
How could the doves not sing above it,
when from it they are served sugar's choicest wine?
هُوَit مَرْمَىthe range for نَبْلِيmy arrows وَمَلْعَبُand the playground of خَيْلِيmy horses
هُوَ مَرْمَى نَبْلِي وَمَلْعَبُ خَيْلِي
وَحِمَىand the sanctuary of أُسْرَتِيmy family وَمَرْكَزُand the station of بَنْدِيmy banner
وَحِمَى أُسْرَتِي وَمَرْكَزُ بَنْدِي
It is the range for my arrows and the playground of my horses,
my family's sanctuary and the station of my banner.
كُلَّمَاwhenever صَوَّرَتْهُpictures it نَفْسِيmy soul لِعَيْنِيbefore my eye
كُلَّمَا صَوَّرَتْهُ نَفْسِي لِعَيْنِي
قَدَحَstrikes sparks الشَّوْقُlonging فِيin الْفُؤَادِthe heart بِزَنْدِwith a firestick
قَدَحَ الشَّوْقُ فِي الْفُؤَادِ بِزَنْدِ
Whenever my soul pictures it before my eyes,
longing strikes sparks in my heart with a firestick.
لِيI have بِهِbeside it صَاحِبٌa friend عَلَيَّto me عَزِيزٌdear
لِي بِهِ صَاحِبٌ عَلَيَّ عَزِيزٌ
مِثْلُthe like of مَاwhat عِنْدَهُhe has مِنَof الشَّوْقِlonging عِنْدِيI have
مِثْلُ مَا عِنْدَهُ مِنَ الشَّوْقِ عِنْدِي
There I have a friend who is dear to me;
I feel the same longing he feels.
أَتَمَنَّاهُI yearn for him غَيْرَexcept أَنَّthat فُؤَادِيmy heart
أَتَمَنَّاهُ غَيْرَ أَنَّ فُؤَادِي
مِنْfrom إِسَارِthe captivity of النَّوَىseparation مُحَاطٌsurrounded بِجُنْدِby troops
مِنْ إِسَارِ النَّوَى مُحَاطٌ بِجُنْدِ
I yearn for him, yet my heart
lies captive to separation, surrounded by troops.
فَاهْدِso convey مِنِّيfrom me لَهُto him تَحِيَّةَa greeting of صِدْقٍsincerity
فَاهْدِ مِنِّي لَهُ تَحِيَّةَ صِدْقٍ
وَتَلَطَّفْand be kind بِحَالَتِيto my plight يَاO أَفَنْدِيEffendi
وَتَلَطَّفْ بِحَالَتِي يَا أَفَنْدِي
So convey from me to him a sincere greeting,
and look kindly on my plight, O Effendi.
أَنَاI وَاللهِby God مُغْرَمٌam enamored بِهَواهُwith love for him
أَنَا وَاللهِ مُغْرَمٌ بِهَواهُ
حَيْثُمَاwherever دُرْتُI roam بَيْنَbetween هِنْدٍIndia وَسِنْدِand Sindh
حَيْثُمَا دُرْتُ بَيْنَ هِنْدٍ وَسِنْدِ
I am, by God, smitten with love for him,
wherever I roam between India and Sindh.
إِنَّindeed شَوْقِيmy longing إِلَيهِfor him أَسْرَعُis swifter شَأْواًin its course
إِنَّ شَوْقِي إِلَيهِ أَسْرَعُ شَأْواً
مِنْthan سُلَيكٍSulayk وَالْوَصْلُand reunion فِيin بُطءِthe slowness of فِنْدِFind
مِنْ سُلَيكٍ وَالْوَصْلُ فِي بُطءِ فِنْدِ
Indeed, my longing for him runs faster
than Sulayk, while reunion moves as slowly as Find.
أَسْأَلُI ask الدَّهْرَTime نِعْمَةَthe blessing of الْقُرْبِnearness مِنْهُto him
أَسْأَلُ الدَّهْرَ نِعْمَةَ الْقُرْبِ مِنْهُ
وَهْوَyet it كَزٌّis miserly بِنِعْمَةٍwith favors لَيْسَdoes not يُنْدِيbestow bounty
وَهْوَ كَزٌّ بِنِعْمَةٍ لَيْسَ يُنْدِي
I ask Time for the blessing of nearness to him,
yet it is miserly with favors and bestows no bounty.
لَوْhad سِوَىanyone other than الدَّهْرِTime رَامَsought غَبْنِيto wrong me لأَصْحَرْwould have taken the field (continued)
لَوْ سِوَى الدَّهْرِ رَامَ غَبْنِي لأَصْحَرْ
تُI (preceding verb's suffix) مُشِيحاًbrandishing بِالنَّصْلِwith the blade فَوْقَatop سَمَنْدِa dun steed
تُ مُشِيحاً بِالنَّصْلِ فَوْقَ سَمَنْدِ
Had anyone but Time sought to wrong me, I would have taken the field,
brandishing my blade atop a dun steed.
لَسْتُI am not أَقْوَىable to prevail عَلَىover الزَّمَانِTime وَإِنْand even though كُنbe (continued)
لَسْتُ أَقْوَى عَلَى الزَّمَانِ وَإِنْ كُن
تُI (preceding verb's suffix) أَفُلُّI rout الْعِداthe foes بِقُوَّةِwith the strength of زَنْدِيmy forearm
تُ أَفُلُّ الْعِدا بِقُوَّةِ زَنْدِي
I cannot prevail over Time, although
I rout my foes with the strength of my forearm.
Translation model: Sol 6.1