هُوَit is البَينُparting حَتّىeven ماnot تَأَنّىlingered الحَزائِقُthe bands
هُوَ البَينُ حَتّى ما تَأَنّى الحَزائِقُ
وَياand O قَلبِmy heart حَتّىeven أَنتَyou مِمَّنamong those whom أُفارِقُI part from
وَيا قَلبِ حَتّى أَنتَ مِمَّن أُفارِقُ
It is parting—even the bands did not linger;
He is evident until the meadows appeared
It is separation; the camel-litters tarry not,
And O my heart, even you are among those I leave.
And O heart, you too are among those I bid farewell
And O my heart! Are you, too, among those I must forsake?
وَقَفناand we stood وَمِمّاand among what زادَincreased بَثّاًanguish وُقوفُناour standing
وَقَفنا وَمِمّا زادَ بَثّاً وُقوفُنا
فَريقَيtwo parties هَوىًlove مِنّاamong us مَشوقٌone filled with longing وَشائِقُand one inspiring longing
فَريقَي هَوىً مِنّا مَشوقٌ وَشائِقُ
We stood—and our standing only heightened our grief—
We stood still, and our standing increased the separation
We halted, and our halting but deepened the grief,
Two parties in love, one of us yearning, the other inspiring yearning.
A group of passion among us, yearning and longing
Two factions of love: those who yearn, and those who inspire the yearning.
وَقَدand already صارَتِbecame الأَجفانُthe eyelids قَرحىulcerated مِنَfrom البُكاweeping
وَقَد صارَتِ الأَجفانُ قَرحى مِنَ البُكا
وَصارَand became بَهاراًyellow blossoms فيon الخُدودِthe cheeks الشَقائِقُthe anemones
وَصارَ بَهاراً في الخُدودِ الشَقائِقُ
And the eyelids had become ulcerated from weeping,
The eyelids became wounds from crying
Eyelids have grown ulcerated and sore from weeping,
And the anemones on the cheeks had turned to yellow blossoms.
And poppies bloomed on the cheeks
And the crimson anemones of the cheeks have turned to pale saffron.
عَلىaccording to ذاthis مَضىpassed on الناسُthe people اِجتِماعٌunion وَفُرقَةٌand separation
عَلى ذا مَضى الناسُ اِجتِماعٌ وَفُرقَةٌ
وَمَيتٌand one dead وَمَولودٌand one newborn وَقالٍand a hater وَوامِقُand a lover
وَمَيتٌ وَمَولودٌ وَقالٍ وَوامِقُ
Thus have people passed: union and separation,
People came and went, born and died
Thus have people passed: in union and in severance,
And the dead and the newborn, the hater and the lover.
Speaking and silent
The dead and the newborn, the loathing and the loving.
تَغَيَّرَchanged حاليmy state وَاللَياليwhile the nights بِحالِهاin their former state
تَغَيَّرَ حالي وَاللَيالي بِحالِها
وَشِبتُand I grew gray وَماbut not شابَgrew gray الزَمانُTime الغُرانِقُthe tender youth
وَشِبتُ وَما شابَ الزَمانُ الغُرانِقُ
My state has changed, while the nights remain as they were;
My state changed though the nights remained the same
My state has altered, yet the nights remain unchanged,
And I have grown gray, but youthful Time has not.
I grew old but time's young maidens never aged
I have grown grey, while Time, that fair youth, ages not.
سَلِask البيدَthe deserts أَينَwhere الجِنُّthe jinn مِنّاcompared with us بِجَوزِهاin their midst
سَلِ البيدَ أَينَ الجِنُّ مِنّا بِجَوزِها
وَعَنand about ذيthese المَهاريthe Mahri camels أَينَwhere مِنهاcompared with them النَقانِقُthe male ostriches
وَعَن ذي المَهاري أَينَ مِنها النَقانِقُ
Ask the deserts how the jinn compare with us in their midst,
Ask the oxus where the gardens' streams are from its nuts
Ask the wastelands: where are the Jinn compared to us in their midst?
And of these Mahri camels: how do male ostriches compare with them?
And the doves about the melodious singers
And ask of these Mahri steeds: can the swift ostriches match their pace?
وَلَيلٍand many a night دَجوجِيٍّpitch-black كَأَنّاas though we جَلَتunveiled لَناfor us
وَلَيلٍ دَجوجِيٍّ كَأَنّا جَلَت لَنا
مُحَيّاكَyour face فيهِwithin it فَاِهتَدَيناso we found our way السَمالِقُthe open plains
مُحَيّاكَ فيهِ فَاِهتَدَينا السَمالِقُ
And many a pitch-black night, as though there had been revealed to us
On a gloomy pitch-black night, as if
In a night of pitch darkness, it seemed as though the barrens
Your face within it by the open plains, and so we found our way.
Your shining face lit our path and guided the latecomers
Revealed your face to us, and by that light we found our way.
فَماso not زالَlifted لَولاwere it not for نورُlight وَجهِكَyour face جُنحُهُits darkness
فَما زالَ لَولا نورُ وَجهِكَ جُنحُهُ
وَلاand not جابَهاtraversed them الرُكبانُthe riders لَولاwere it not for الأَيانِقُthe she-camels
وَلا جابَها الرُكبانُ لَولا الأَيانِقُ
Its darkness would not have lifted but for the light of your face,
Its wings shine lest the travelers lose their way
Its gloom would never have lifted but for the radiance of your face,
Nor would the riders have crossed them but for the she-camels.
And the young camels only due to the leaders
Nor would the riders have crossed it without these she-camels.
وَهَزٌّand a jolting أَطارَdrove away النَومَsleep حَتّىuntil كَأَنَّنيas though I
وَهَزٌّ أَطارَ النَومَ حَتّى كَأَنَّني
مِنَfrom السُكرِdrunken stupor فيin الغَرزَينِthe two leather stirrups ثَوبٌa garment شُبارِقُtattered
مِنَ السُكرِ في الغَرزَينِ ثَوبٌ شُبارِقُ
And a jolting that banished sleep, until I seemed
Swaying startled me from sleep as if
A swaying gait that banished sleep, until it seemed I was,
In drunken stupor, a tattered garment between the two leather stirrups.
My clothes were flashing lightning in intoxication
From intoxication in the stirrups, a tattered, fluttering robe.
شَدَواthey sang بِاِبنِof the son of إِسحاقَIshaq الحُسَينِal-Husayn فَصافَحَتthen shook hands
شَدَوا بِاِبنِ إِسحاقَ الحُسَينِ فَصافَحَت
ذَفارِيَهاthe ridges behind their ears كيرانُهاtheir saddles وَالنَمارِقُand the cushions
ذَفارِيَها كيرانُها وَالنَمارِقُ
They sang of al-Husayn, son of Ishaq, and then
They grabbed the son of Isaac al-Husayn so his horses neighed
They sang the name of Ibn Ishaq al-Husayn, and the camels'
The camels' saddles and cushions shook hands with the ridges behind their ears.
His spears, lances and banners mingled
Necks embraced their saddles and cushions in their haste.
بِمَنof one who تَقشَعِرُّshudders الأَرضُthe earth خَوفاًin fear إِذاwhen مَشىhe walks
بِمَن تَقشَعِرُّ الأَرضُ خَوفاً إِذا مَشى
عَلَيهاupon it وَتَرتَجُّand quake الجِبالُthe mountains الشَواهِقُthe lofty
عَلَيها وَتَرتَجُّ الجِبالُ الشَواهِقُ
Of one before whom the earth shudders in fear when he walks
One who makes the earth shudder in awe when he walks upon it
He for whom the earth shudders in terror when he treads
Upon it, and the lofty mountains quake.
And makes the lofty mountains shake
Upon its back, and the towering mountains tremble.
فَتىًa young man كَالسَحابِlike the clouds الجونِthe dark يُخشىis feared وَيُرتَجىand is hoped for
فَتىً كَالسَحابِ الجونِ يُخشى وَيُرتَجى
يُرَجّىis hoped for الحَياrain مِنهاfrom them وَتُخشىand are feared الصَواعِقُthe thunderbolts
يُرَجّى الحَيا مِنها وَتُخشى الصَواعِقُ
A young man like dark clouds, feared and hoped for:
A young man like a raincloud, inspiring both awe and hope
A youth like a dark storm-cloud, feared yet hoped for—
Rain is hoped for from them, and thunderbolts feared.
His rain is hoped for, his lightning feared
From it, life-giving rain is sought, while its lightning strikes dread.
وَلَكِنَّهاbut they تَمضيpass away وَهَذاand this man مُخَيِّمٌencamped
وَلَكِنَّها تَمضي وَهَذا مُخَيِّمٌ
وَتَكذِبُand they lie أَحياناًsometimes وَذاand this man الدَهرِthroughout time صادِقُtruthful
وَتَكذِبُ أَحياناً وَذا الدَهرِ صادِقُ
Yet they pass away, while this man remains encamped,
But time passes; this is lasting
Yet the cloud passes on, while he remains steadfast;
And sometimes they lie, while he is forever true.
And sometimes it lies while fate is truthful
It may deceive with false promise, but he is ever true.
تَخَلّىwithdrew مِنَfrom الدُنياthe world لِيُنسىto be forgotten فَماyet not خَلَتwere empty
تَخَلّى مِنَ الدُنيا لِيُنسى فَما خَلَت
مَغارِبُهاits western lands مِنof ذِكرِهِhis remembrance وَالمَشارِقُand the eastern lands
مَغارِبُها مِن ذِكرِهِ وَالمَشارِقُ
He withdrew from the world to be forgotten, yet neither
He shunned the world but its horizons remember him still
He withdrew from the world to be forgotten, yet never empty
Its western lands nor its eastern were empty of his remembrance.
Both east and west
Were its Easts or its Wests of his renown.
غَذاfed الهِندُوانِيّاتِthe Indian swords بِالهامِon heads وَالطُلىand necks
غَذا الهِندُوانِيّاتِ بِالهامِ وَالطُلى
فَهُنَّso they مَداريهاtheir combs وَهُنَّand they المَخانِقُthe necklaces
فَهُنَّ مَداريها وَهُنَّ المَخانِقُ
He fed the Indian swords on heads and necks;
The Indian beauties are nourished on rapture and kohl
He fed his Indian blades with skulls and necks,
So they are the heads' combs, and the necks' necklaces.
They are his orbit and they are the executioners
Until the swords became combs for the heads and necklaces for the throats.
تَشَقَّقُare torn مِنهُنَّbecause of them الجُيوبُthe garment-neck openings إِذاwhen غَزاhe raids
تَشَقَّقُ مِنهُنَّ الجُيوبُ إِذا غَزا
وَتُخضَبُand are dyed مِنهُنَّby them اللُحىthe beards وَالمَفارِقُand the hair-partings
وَتُخضَبُ مِنهُنَّ اللُحى وَالمَفارِقُ
Because of them, collars are torn when he raids,
The pockets tear from them when he attacks
Collars are torn open in grief because of them when he raids,
And by them, beards and hair-partings are dyed.
And the cheeks and temples are dyed red from them
And beards and hair-partings are dyed crimson by them.
يُجَنَّبُهاis kept clear of them مَنone whose حَتفُهُhis death عَنهُof him غافِلٌheedless
يُجَنَّبُها مَن حَتفُهُ عَنهُ غافِلٌ
وَيَصلىand is scorched بِهاby them مَنone whose نَفسُهُhis soul مِنهُfrom him طالِقُdivorced
وَيَصلى بِها مَن نَفسُهُ مِنهُ طالِقُ
One whose death is heedless of him is kept clear of them,
Those oblivious of their fate avoid them
He is spared the blade whose death is not yet destined,
And by them is scorched the one whose soul is divorced from him.
While those who transcend themselves seek them in prayer
But he burns in its fire whose soul has divorced his body.
يُحاجىis posed as a riddle بِهِabout him ماwhat ناطِقٌspeaks وَهوَwhile he is ساكِتٌsilent
يُحاجى بِهِ ما ناطِقٌ وَهوَ ساكِتٌ
يُرىis seen ساكِتاًsilent وَالسَيفُand the sword عَنon behalf of فيهِhis mouth ناطِقُspeaking
يُرى ساكِتاً وَالسَيفُ عَن فيهِ ناطِقُ
He is posed as a riddle: "What speaks while silent?"
Silent, he is argued with; argumentative while quiet
A riddle is asked of him: 'Who speaks while remaining silent?'
He is seen silent, while the sword speaks for his mouth.
He seems silent but his sword eloquently speaks
He is seen silent, yet his sword speaks for his mouth.
نَكِرتُكَI found you strange حَتّىuntil طالَgrew prolonged مِنكَat you تَعَجُّبيmy wonder
نَكِرتُكَ حَتّى طالَ مِنكَ تَعَجُّبي
وَلاyet no عَجَبٌwonder مِنat حُسنِthe beauty ماwhat اللَهُGod خالِقُcreates
وَلا عَجَبٌ مِن حُسنِ ما اللَهُ خالِقُ
I found you strange, and my wonder at you lasted long;
I did not recognize you until I marveled long at you
I found you so extraordinary that my wonder grew vast,
Yet the beauty of what God creates is no cause for surprise.
Yet it is no wonder, for God is the Creator
Though there is no wonder in the beauty that God creates.
كَأَنَّكَas though you فيin الإِعطاءِgiving لِلمالِof wealth مُبغِضٌa hater
كَأَنَّكَ في الإِعطاءِ لِلمالِ مُبغِضٌ
وَفيand in كُلِّevery حَربٍwar لِلمَنِيَّةِof death عاشِقُa lover
وَفي كُلِّ حَربٍ لِلمَنِيَّةِ عاشِقُ
In giving, you seem a hater of wealth,
As if stingy towards money but in every battle
It is as if, in giving wealth, you hold it in hatred,
And in every war, a lover of death.
Passionately in love with death
And in every battle, you are a lover of death.
أَلاbehold قَلَّماseldom تَبقىshe persists عَلىin ماwhat بَداoccurred لَهاto her
أَلا قَلَّما تَبقى عَلى ما بَدا لَها
وَحَلَّand descended بِهاupon her مِنكَfrom you القَناthe spears وَالسَوابِقُand the racing steeds
وَحَلَّ بِها مِنكَ القَنا وَالسَوابِقُ
Behold, she seldom persists in what she has planned
Barely does it last as it began with them
Truly, the tribe rarely remains where it first appeared,
When your spears and racing steeds descend upon her.
You made your steed compete and outrun them
When your spears and chargers have descended upon them.
سَيُحيِwill enliven بِكَwith you السُمّارُthe night-talkers ماas long as لاحَshines كَوكَبٌa star
سَيُحيِ بِكَ السُمّارُ ما لاحَ كَوكَبٌ
وَيَحدوand chants to drive camels بِكَof you السُفّارُthe travelers ماas long as ذَرَّrises شارِقُthe rising sun
وَيَحدو بِكَ السُفّارُ ما ذَرَّ شارِقُ
Those who talk by night will keep nights alive with you, as long as a star shines,
The watchman will proclaim you like no star rose
Night-tellers will revive your tale as long as a star shines,
And travelers will chant of you to their camels as long as the sun rises.
And the messenger sing your praises like no radiant dawn shone
And travelers will sing of you as long as the sun rises.
خَفِfear اللَهَGod وَاِستُرand conceal ذاthis الجَمالَbeauty بِبُرقُعٍwith a face-veil
خَفِ اللَهَ وَاِستُر ذا الجَمالَ بِبُرقُعٍ
فَإِنfor if لُحتَyou appear ذابَتmelted فيin الخُدورِthe curtained chambers العَواتِقُthe marriageable maidens
فَإِن لُحتَ ذابَت في الخُدورِ العَواتِقُ
Fear God, and cover this beauty with a face-veil,
Fear God and veil that beauty in a wrap
Fear God, and hide this beauty beneath a veil,
For if you appear, the maidens melt within their curtained chambers.
Else the longing in hearts will vanish if your face is exposed
For if you appear, the maidens in their chambers will melt away.
فَماfor not تَرزُقُprovide for الأَقدارُthe fates مَنthose whom أَنتَyou حارِمٌdepriving
فَما تَرزُقُ الأَقدارُ مَن أَنتَ حارِمٌ
وَلاand not تَحرِمُdeprive الأَقدارُthe fates مَنthose whom أَنتَyou رازِقُproviding for
وَلا تَحرِمُ الأَقدارُ مَن أَنتَ رازِقُ
For the fates do not provide for those you deprive,
Fate does not deprive those whose gifts you refuse
The Fates provide nothing to him whom you deny,
Nor do the fates deprive those you provide for.
Nor favour those from whom you withhold your bounty
Nor do the Fates deny him whom you endow.
وَلاand not تَفتُقُtear open الأَيّامُthe days ماwhat أَنتَyou راتِقُstitching closed
وَلا تَفتُقُ الأَيّامُ ما أَنتَ راتِقُ
وَلاand not تَرتُقُstitch closed الأَيّامُthe days ماwhat أَنتَyou فاتِقُtearing open
وَلا تَرتُقُ الأَيّامُ ما أَنتَ فاتِقُ
Nor do the days tear open what you stitch closed,
Time does not undo what you patch up
The days cannot tear asunder what you have mended,
Nor do the days stitch closed what you tear open.
Nor rise above what you transcend
Nor can the days mend what you have torn apart.
لَكَto you الخَيرُgood fortune غَيريsomeone other than me رامَsought مِنfrom غَيرِكَsomeone other than you الغِنىwealth
لَكَ الخَيرُ غَيري رامَ مِن غَيرِكَ الغِنى
وَغَيريand someone other than me بِغَيرِfor somewhere other than اللاذِقِيَّةِLatakia لاحِقُbound
وَغَيري بِغَيرِ اللاذِقِيَّةِ لاحِقُ
May good be yours! Another, not I, sought wealth from someone other than you,
The good - none but you - sought riches without you
Blessings be yours! Let others seek wealth from other than you,
And another, not I, is bound for somewhere other than Latakia.
And none but you can capture the inaccessible
And let others journey to places other than Latakia.
هِيَit الغَرَضُthe goal الأَقصىthe ultimate وَرُؤيَتُكَand seeing you المُنىall wishes
هِيَ الغَرَضُ الأَقصى وَرُؤيَتُكَ المُنى
وَمَنزِلُكَand your home الدُنياthe world وَأَنتَand you الخَلائِقُall humankind
وَمَنزِلُكَ الدُنيا وَأَنتَ الخَلائِقُ
It is the ultimate goal, and seeing you fulfills all wishes;
You are the ultimate goal and seeing you is bliss
It is the ultimate goal, and seeing you is the supreme wish,
And your home is the world, and you are all humankind.
You are the world's dwelling and you are creation
For your abode is the whole world, and you are all mankind.
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