لَقَدindeed كدتyou nearly تَبكيweep انwhen تَغَنَّتsang حمامَةa dove
لَقَد كدت تَبكي ان تَغَنَّت حمامَة
عَلىupon رَأدَةsupple الاِفنانِthe boughs ناعِمَةtender الاِصلthe root
عَلى رَأدَة الاِفنانِ ناعِمَة الاِصل
You nearly wept whenever a dove began to sing,
Indeed, you nearly wept when a dove sang
upon a tree of supple boughs, tender at the root;
Upon a tree with supple boughs and tender roots.
تَهزّshakes بِهاwith her الريحthe wind الضَعيفَةgentle غُصنَهاits branch
تَهزّ بِها الريح الضَعيفَة غُصنَها
مِراراًrepeatedly فَتُدنيand so lowers فِرعهاits bough ثُمَّthen تَستَعليrises high
مِراراً فَتُدني فِرعها ثُمَّ تَستَعلي
the gentle wind sways its branch with her upon it,
The gentle breeze shakes its branch with her upon it,
again and again—it dips its tip, then rises high—
Again and again; its bough bends low, then rises high,
بِهاتِفَةwith a calling bird لاnot تَبرحceases to be الدَهرfor all time والِهاًdistraught with longing
بِهاتِفَة لا تَبرح الدَهر والِهاً
عَلىin اِثرthe wake of الفa mate اوor تَنوحmourns عَلىfor شَكلone of her kind
عَلى اِثر الف او تَنوح عَلى شَكل
a calling dove, forever remaining distraught
Bearing a calling bird, forever distraught,
in the wake of a mate, or mourning one of her kind.
In the wake of a mate, or mourning one of her kind.
