مخلبclaw الخوفfear والتشاؤمand pessimism قدhas جرّbeginning of 'wounded'
مخلب الخوف والتشاؤم قد جرّ
حcompletion of 'wounded' أيامناour days وأدمىand bloodied صباناour youth
ح أيامنا وأدمى صبانا
The claw of fear and pessimism has wounded
The claw of fear and pessimism has wounded
our days and bloodied our youth.
Our days and hurt our youth
ليتif only نهرriver النسيانoblivion لمnot يكwas وهماan illusion
ليت نهر النسيان لم يك وهما
صوّرتهpictured it أحلامناour dreams لأساناfor our sorrow
صوّرته أحلامنا لأسانا
If only the river of oblivion were not an illusion
If only the river of forgetfulness was not an illusion
our dreams conjured for our sorrow.
That our dreams portrayed to our tongues
ليتهif only it كانexisted ليتif only أخبارهits tidings حقtrue
ليته كان ليت أخباره حق
لننسىso we may forget ماwhat كانwas أوor ماwhat يكونwill be
لننسى ما كان أو ما يكون
If only it existed; if only its tidings were true,
If only it was real, if only its news was true
so we might forget what was or what will be,
So we can forget what was or what will be
ونعيشand we live الأحرارthe free منfrom قيدfetter بلواaffliction
ونعيش الأحرار من قيد بلوا
ناour ويعفوand pardons عناus الغدtomorrow المجنونmad
نا ويعفو عنا الغد المجنون
and live free of the fetter of our affliction,
And live free from the shackles of affliction
and mad tomorrow might pardon us.
And tomorrow that has gone mad would forgive us
ياO ضفافbanks النسيانoblivion قدhas جاءكcome to you الشاbeginning of 'the poet'
يا ضفاف النسيان قد جاءك الشا
عرcompletion of 'poet' فلترحميso have mercy جراحwounds أساهhis sorrow
عر فلترحمي جراح أساه
O banks of oblivion, the poet has come to you;
O banks of forgetfulness, the poet has come to you
so have mercy on the wounds of his sorrow.
So have mercy on his wounds
إنضحيهsprinkle him بمائكwith your water الأسودblack الباbeginning of 'cold'
إنضحيه بمائك الأسود البا
ردcompletion of 'cold' ولتشفقيand have compassion علىfor بلواهhis affliction
رد ولتشفقي على بلواه
Sprinkle him with your black, cold water,
Sprinkle him with your cold dark water
and have compassion for his affliction.
And have pity on his trials
فهوfor he is ذاكthat القلبheart الذيwhich طوّقتهencircled him
فهو ذاك القلب الذي طوّقته
حادثاتcalamities السنينthe years بالأشواكwith thorns
حادثات السنين بالأشواك
For he is that heart encircled
For he is the heart encircled
with thorns by the calamities of the years.
By the thorns of years
منحتهgave him الحسsensibility الرهيفdelicate وقالتand said :
منحته الحس الرهيف وقالت :
لتكنbe فيin الحياةlife أوّلthe first باكone who weeps
لتكن في الحياة أوّل باك
They gave him a delicate sensibility and said:
You gave him sensitive feelings and said
Be the first to weep in life.
Be the first to cry in life
ياO ضفافbanks النسيانoblivion ياoh ليتif only هذاthis الـthe (attached to the next word)
يا ضفاف النسيان يا ليت هذا الـ
موجwave يطغىoverwhelms علىover الوجودexistence الحزينsorrowful
موج يطغى على الوجود الحزين
O banks of oblivion, oh, if only this
O banks of forgetfulness, if only this wave
wave would overwhelm sorrowful existence,
Would overwhelm the sad existence
يغسلwashes away الإثمsin والدموعand tears ويأسوand heals
يغسل الإثم والدموع ويأسو
كلّevery جرحwound فيin قلبهits heart المطعونpierced
كلّ جرح في قلبه المطعون
wash away sin and tears, and heal
Washing away the sins, tears and despair
every wound in its pierced heart.
And every wound in his stabbed heart
ألمpain العيشliving ياO ضفافbanks قويّstrong
ألم العيش يا ضفاف قويّ
وشقاءand misery المماتdeath أقوىstronger وأقسىand harsher
وشقاء الممات أقوى وأقسى
The pain of living, O banks, is fierce,
The pain of life, o banks, is strong
and death's misery is fiercer and harsher.
And the agony of death is stronger and harsher
فيin ظلامdarkness الحياةlife نضطربwe flounder الآbeginning of 'now'
في ظلام الحياة نضطرب الآ
نcompletion of 'now' ونفنىand we perish عماafter قليلa little while وننسىand we are forgotten
ن ونفنى عما قليل وننسى
In life's darkness we flounder now,
In the darkness of life we waver now
and before long we perish and are forgotten.
And perish soon and forget
كلevery عمرlifetime قصيدةa poem كتبتهاwrote it
كل عمر قصيدة كتبتها
فيin كتابbook الحياةlife كفّhand الزمانtime
في كتاب الحياة كفّ الزمان
Every life is a poem written
Each lifetime is a poem
in the book of life by the hand of time.
Written in the book of life by the hand of time
وغداand tomorrow يمحّيwill erase الكتابthe book جميعاentirely
وغدا يمحّي الكتاب جميعا
وتذوبand dissolve الحروفthe letters فيin الأكفانthe shrouds
وتذوب الحروف في الأكفان
And tomorrow it will erase the entire book,
And tomorrow will erase the whole book
and the letters dissolve in the shrouds.
And the letters will melt away in the shrouds