أَباO father of عُمروAmr وَليand I have نَفَسٌa breath وَنَفسٌand a soul
أَبا عُمرو وَلي نَفَسٌ وَنَفسٌ
تَهادىdrifted gently ذاthis one إِلَيكَto you وَذيand this one تَجيشُseethes
تَهادى ذا إِلَيكَ وَذي تَجيشُ
O Abu Amr, I have a breath and a soul:
Abu Amr, I have a soul and you have a soul
the former has drifted to you, while the latter seethes.
Each longing for the other and stirred
وَجَأشٌand a stout heart كُلَّماwhenever لاقىconfronted بِصَبرٍwith patience
وَجَأشٌ كُلَّما لاقى بِصَبرٍ
جُيوشَarmies هَوىًof passion أَمدَّتهاreinforced them جُيوشُarmies
جُيوشَ هَوىً أَمدَّتها جُيوشُ
And a stout heart that, whenever it patiently faces
And a heart, whenever faced with patience
armies of passion, finds them reinforced by armies.
Met armies of passion supplied by armies
وَقَلبٌand a heart ضَلَّstrayed عَنّيfrom me لَستُI am not أَدريI know
وَقَلبٌ ضَلَّ عَنّي لَستُ أَدري
أَمَثواهُis its abode الجَزيرةُAl-Jazira أَمor شَريشُSharish
أَمَثواهُ الجَزيرةُ أَم شَريشُ
And a heart that has strayed from me—I do not know
And a heart that strayed from me, I know not
whether its abode is Al-Jazira or Sharish,
Whether its haven was al-Jazirah or Sharysh
سِوىexcept أَنّيthat I يَطيرflies إِلَيكَto you روحيmy soul
سِوى أَنّي يَطير إِلَيكَ روحي
بِأَجنحةِon wings of الهَوىpassion وَالشَوقُand longing ريشُfeathers
بِأَجنحةِ الهَوى وَالشَوقُ ريشُ
except that my soul flies to you
Except my soul takes wing toward you
on wings of passion, with longing as plumage.
On the wings of passion and yearning as feathers
كَأَنّاas though we لَمnot نَزَلwe cease to be بِالجَزعِat the valley bend أُنساًa comfort
كَأَنّا لَم نَزَل بِالجَزعِ أُنساً
تَلوذُseek refuge بِهِin it حَواليناaround us الوُحوشُthe wild beasts
تَلوذُ بِهِ حَوالينا الوُحوشُ
As though we were still a comfort at the valley bend,
As if grief never lodged as companions with us
in which the wild beasts around us seek refuge.
Whose environs beasts of prey encroach
وَمَنand from سَرّthe essence of السُرورِjoy لَناfor us مِهادٌa bed
وَمَن سَرّ السُرورِ لَنا مِهادٌ
وَفَوقَand above رُؤوسِناour heads مِنهُof it عُروشُcanopies
وَفَوقَ رُؤوسِنا مِنهُ عُروشُ
And from joy's essence we have a bed,
And he who rejoiced our joy for us has a resting place
and above our heads are canopies of it.
Over our heads from it are canopies
وَقَدand indeed راشَfeathered الشَبابُyouth جَناحَthe wing of أُنسيmy delight
وَقَد راشَ الشَبابُ جَناحَ أُنسي
بِحَيثُwhere جَناحُthe wing of غَيريsomeone other than me لاnot يَريشُgrows feathers
بِحَيثُ جَناحُ غَيري لا يَريشُ
And youth had feathered the wing of my delight,
And youth has feathered the wing of my companionship
where another's wing grows no feathers.
Where the wing of none else feathers
فَياso, oh عَجَباًwhat a wonder مِنat الأَيّامthe days تُبديshow
فَيا عَجَباً مِن الأَيّام تُبدي
لَناto us دعةًease وَأَيديناand our hands تَبوشُcome away empty
لَنا دعةً وَأَيدينا تَبوشُ
So how strange the days that show
So wondrous are the days in showing
ease to us, while our hands come away empty!
Ease to us while our hands gather
أَلاah لِلّهto God مِنكَfrom you صَفيُّa true friend وَدٍّof affection
أَلا لِلّه مِنكَ صَفيُّ وَدٍّ
لَهُhe has رُجحانweightiness of حِلمٍforbearance ماnever يَطيشُhe acts rashly
لَهُ رُجحان حِلمٍ ما يَطيشُ
Ah, God be praised for you, a friend of pure affection,
Verily, yours is sincere affection
endowed with weighty forbearance, never rash.
Prevailing, wise, never reckless
تَمازَجَmingled روحُهُhis soul حُبّاًin love بِروحيwith my soul
تَمازَجَ روحُهُ حُبّاً بِروحي
فَماso not أَدريI know بِأَيّهماthrough which of the two أَعيشُI live
فَما أَدري بِأَيّهما أَعيشُ
His soul has mingled with mine in love,
Its spirit mingled in love with my spirit
so I do not know through which of the two I live.
So I know not in which of them I live