وَذيand one with حَنينٍa mournful cry يَكادُalmost شَجواًin sorrow
وَذي حَنينٍ يَكادُ شَجواً
يَختَلِسُsnatches away الأَنفُسَthe souls اِختِلاساa snatching away
يَختَلِسُ الأَنفُسَ اِختِلاسا
And one with a mournful cry that almost, in sorrow,
With yearning that almost turns to lament
snatches souls away completely.
Stealing souls stealthily
إِذاwhen غَداbecame لِلرِّياضِto the gardens جاراًa neighbor
إِذا غَدا لِلرِّياضِ جاراً
قالَsaid لَهاto them المَحلُdrought لاno مِساساtouching
قالَ لَها المَحلُ لا مِساسا
When it becomes a neighbor to the gardens,
When it neighbors the garden
drought says to them, 'No touching!'
The venue said "Do not touch"
تَبَسَّمَsmiled الزَهرُthe blossoms حينَwhen يَبكيit weeps
تَبَسَّمَ الزَهرُ حينَ يَبكي
بِأَدمُعٍwith tears ماnot رَأَينَthey have seen باساdistress
بِأَدمُعٍ ما رَأَينَ باسا
The blossoms smile as it weeps,
The flowers smiled when it cried
with tears that have never known distress.
With tears never seen before
مِنfrom كُلِّevery جَفنٍeyelid يَسِلُّdraws سَيفاًa sword
مِن كُلِّ جَفنٍ يَسِلُّ سَيفاً
صارَbecame لَهاfor them غِمدُهُits sheath رِئاساa hilt
صارَ لَها غِمدُهُ رِئاسا
From every eyelid it draws a sword,
From every eyelid that draws a sword
whose sheath has become a hilt for them.
Its scabbard became a chief