تسعونَninety قرناًcenturies ، فيin هواكlove for you غريقُdrowned
تسعونَ قرناً ، في هواك غريقُ
منfrom بعدafter هذاthis العُمرlifetime كيفhow أفيقُI awaken
من بعد هذا العُمر كيف أفيقُ
For ninety centuries, I have been drowned in love for you.
Ninety centuries drowned in your love
After this lifetime, how can I awaken?
How can I awaken after this life?
ياO أيهاyou الوجهُthe face الذيthat أحببتُهُI loved it
يا أيها الوجهُ الذي أحببتُهُ
منfrom أينwhere يبتدىءُbegins الحديثthe tale مَشوقُa yearning lover
من أين يبتدىءُ الحديث مَشوقُ
O face that I have loved,
O you, the face that I loved
Where does a yearning lover begin his tale?
Where to begin the yearning talk?
تسعونninety قرناًcenturies ، كانwas حبُّكlove for you رايتيmy banner
تسعون قرناً ، كان حبُّك رايتي
ولمثلand for the likes of عينيكyour eyes العذابtorment يروقُis pleasing
ولمثل عينيك العذاب يروقُ
For ninety centuries, love for you has been my banner,
Ninety centuries, your love was my banner
And for eyes like yours, torment delights.
And for eyes like yours torment is pleasing
تسعونninety عاماًyears ، والقصائدُand the poems شُرَّعٌunfurled
تسعون عاماً ، والقصائدُ شُرَّعٌ
والليلand the night نزفٌbleeding ، والفؤادand the heart حريقُa blaze
والليل نزفٌ ، والفؤاد حريقُ
Ninety years, and the poems are unfurled,
Ninety years, and the poems unfurled
And night is bleeding, and the heart a blaze.
The night bleeding, and the heart ablaze
ماnot قلتI said : ياO أميmy mother الحبيبةbeloved ، خاننيbetrayed me
ما قلت : يا أمي الحبيبة ، خانني
قلبيmy heart ، فقلبُfor the heart المستهامthe love-stricken one صدوقُever truthful
قلبي ، فقلبُ المستهام صدوقُ
I never said, “O my beloved mother, I have been betrayed
I did not say: O my beloved mother, my heart betrayed me
By my heart”; for the heart of one lost in love is true.
For the zealous heart is honest
ماnot قلتI said .. أعلمI know أنthat حُبَّكlove for you واجبٌa duty
ما قلت .. أعلم أن حُبَّك واجبٌ
وعليَّand upon me فيin هذاthis الجهادstruggle حقوقُobligations
وعليَّ في هذا الجهاد حقوقُ
I never said it... I know that loving you is a duty,
I did not say... I know your love is a must
And in this struggle, obligations rest upon me.
And upon me in this struggle are rights
كانتwas تضيقُclosing in بيaround me البسيطةُthe earth كلّهاall of it
كانت تضيقُ بي البسيطةُ كلّها
ونفوسُand the souls مَنْthose who حفِظَpreserved الودادaffection تضيقُgrow constricted
ونفوسُ مَنْ حفِظَ الوداد تضيقُ
The whole earth used to close in upon me,
The plain was too narrow for me
And the souls of those who kept faith with love grow constricted.
And the souls of those who kept affection narrow
ويظلand remains هذاthis الوجهface غايةَthe goal رحلتيmy journey
ويظل هذا الوجه غايةَ رحلتي
والحرفُand the letter حُرٌّfree ، والنّشيدُand the song سبوقُswift to outstrip
والحرفُ حُرٌّ ، والنّشيدُ سبوقُ
And this face remains my journey's goal,
And this face remains the end of my journey
And the letter is free, and the song races ahead.
And the word is free, and the chant ahead
والشّعرand poetry منكوسinverted البيارقِthe banners ، لمnot يزلْhas ceased
والشّعر منكوس البيارقِ ، لم يزلْ
والبيتand the verse فيهwithin it عناكبٌspiders وشُقوقُand cracks
والبيت فيه عناكبٌ وشُقوقُ
And poetry still has its banners turned upside down,
And poetry with torn banners, it did not cease
And the verse has spiders and cracks within it.
And in the abode are spiders and crevices
يتسابقونthey race one another إلىtoward القصيدpoetry جحافلاًin legions
يتسابقون إلى القصيد جحافلاً
تترىin succession ، وكُلٌّand each خَانَهُbetrayed him التّوفيقsuccess
تترى ، وكُلٌّ خَانَهُ التّوفيق
They race toward poetry in legions,
They race to the poem in throngs
One after another, and each has been betrayed by success.
Wavering, and each his harmony betrayed
وأَتيتِand you came فوقabove مطالعيmy horizons شَمْسَthe sun الضُّحىmidmorning
وأَتيتِ فوق مطالعي شَمْسَ الضُّحى
وعليَّand upon me منfrom حُلَلِrobes الضّياءlight بُروقُlightning flashes
وعليَّ من حُلَلِ الضّياء بُروقُ
And you came above my horizons, the midmorning sun,
And you came above my horizons, sun of the forenoon
And upon me were lightning flashes from the robes of light.
And upon me from the garments of radiance are spears
وقصيدتيand my poem منfrom طُهْرِpurity وَجْهِكyour face تَزْدَهيgrows resplendent
وقصيدتي من طُهْرِ وَجْهِك تَزْدَهي
فيin كُلّevery حرفٍletter نضرةُfreshness .. ورحيقُand nectar
في كُلّ حرفٍ نضرةُ .. ورحيقُ
And my poem is resplendent with your face's purity;
And my poem flourishes from the purity of your face
In every letter there is freshness and nectar.
In every letter freshness...and syrup
وأتيتِand you came ياO وجْهَface الحياةِlife ، علىupon فميmy mouth
وأتيتِ يا وجْهَ الحياةِ ، على فمي
شجرُtrees لهit has فيin الخافقينthe east and west عروقُroots
شجرُ له في الخافقين عروقُ
And you came, O face of life; upon my lips
And you came, O face of life, to my mouth
Are trees with roots in the east and west.
A tree that has roots in the pulsating veins
وأتيتُand I came ماnot ضيّعتI broke عهدthe pledge أميرتيmy princess
وأتيتُ ما ضيّعت عهد أميرتي
فالعهدُfor the pledge فيin لغةِthe language القلوبِhearts وثيقُbinding
فالعهدُ في لغةِ القلوبِ وثيقُ
And I came; I had not broken my princess's pledge,
And I came having not wasted our tryst, my princess
For a pledge is binding in the language of hearts.
For the tryst in the language of hearts is steadfast
ياO عُنفوانَvigor الشِّعرِpoetry حينwhen أهزُّهُI shake it
يا عُنفوانَ الشِّعرِ حين أهزُّهُ
والخطبُand the ordeal هوْلُterror ، والمدارُand the orbit نعيقُcawing
والخطبُ هوْلُ ، والمدارُ نعيقُ
O vigor of poetry, when I shake it,
O exuberance of poetry when I shake it
And the ordeal is terror, and the orbit is cawing,
The orations awesome, and the journey neighing
تتخشَّبُturn wooden الكلماتُthe words ، يصبحbecomes عَذْبُهاtheir sweetness
تتخشَّبُ الكلماتُ ، يصبح عَذْبُها
شَجناًsorrow ، فياthen, O لِلْمُرِّfor the bitter حينwhen أذوقُI taste
شَجناً ، فيا لِلْمُرِّ حين أذوقُ
The words turn wooden; their sweetness becomes
The words stiffen, their sweetness becomes
Sorrow—ah, the bitterness when I taste it!
Yearning, so bitter when I taste
أميmy mother الحبيبةbeloved ، يزدهونthey boast ببِّرهمof their dutifulness
أمي الحبيبة ، يزدهون ببِّرهم
والبرّand dutifulness فيin هذاthis الزمانage عقوقُfilial disobedience
والبرّ في هذا الزمان عقوقُ
My beloved mother, they boast of their dutifulness,
My beloved mother, they prosper in their righteousness
And dutifulness in this age is filial disobedience.
And righteousness in this time is defiance
أسرجتُI saddled ظهرthe back الشّعرpoetry قلتُI said لكto you اركبيmount
أسرجتُ ظهر الشّعر قلتُ لك اركبي
وركبتand you mounted والمُهْرand the colt الحرونstubborn عتيقُnoble-bred
وركبت والمُهْر الحرون عتيقُ
I saddled poetry's back; I told you, “Mount.”
I saddled the back of poetry, I said ride me
And you mounted, and the stubborn colt was noble-bred.
And you rode, and the docile gift is antique
تسعونninety قرناًcenturies ، ماnot تراخىslackened عزمُهُits resolve
تسعون قرناً ، ما تراخى عزمُهُ
فكأنَّهso it is as if منfrom حُرقتيmy burning anguish مخلوقُcreated
فكأنَّه من حُرقتي مخلوقُ
For ninety centuries, its resolve has not slackened,
Ninety centuries, its determination did not wane
So it seems to have been created from my burning anguish.
As if it was created from my scorching
واليومand today ياO نهرَriver الجلالmajesty وسيفُناand our sword
واليوم يا نهرَ الجلال وسيفُنا
خشبٌwood وفارسُناand our horseman العظيمgreat مَعوقُhindered
خشبٌ وفارسُنا العظيم مَعوقُ
And today, O river of majesty, our sword
And today O river of majesty and our sword
Is wood, and our great horseman is hindered.
Wood, and our great knight disabled
ماnot غيَّرchanged الفكرُthinking الجديدnew مواقفيmy stances
ما غيَّر الفكرُ الجديد مواقفي
فالبعدُfor the distance بينbetween الموقفينthe two stances سحيقُimmense
فالبعدُ بين الموقفين سحيقُ
New thinking has not changed my stances,
The new thought did not change my stances
For the distance between the two stances is immense.
So the distance between both stances is far
أَنَّىhow could أبيعكI sell you للظَّلامto darkness ، وِلِلْخَنَاand to depravity
أَنَّى أبيعك للظَّلام ، وِلِلْخَنَا
ضِدانtwo opposites ليلٌnight أليلٌpitch-dark وشروقُand sunrise
ضِدان ليلٌ أليلٌ وشروقُ
How could I sell you to darkness and depravity?
How can I sell you to the darkness, and to malice?
Two opposites: pitch-dark night and sunrise.
Opposites: a night, a night, and dawn
يتكالبونthey pounce ravenously علىupon جِراحِكِyour wounds ، ماnot دَرَوْاthey knew
يتكالبون على جِراحِكِ ، ما دَرَوْا
أنَّthat الكريمةَthe noble lady دونهاbeneath her العيُّوقُal-ʿAyyūq
أنَّ الكريمةَ دونها العيُّوقُ
They fall ravenously upon your wounds, not knowing
They attack your wounds, they did not know
That al-ʿAyyūq lies beneath the noble lady.
That the noble has beyond them impediments
ماnot ضرَّنيharmed me لجبُthe clamor العُداةِthe enemies وحشدهمand their massing
ما ضرَّني لجبُ العُداةِ وحشدهم
وَرَقُpaper العُداةِthe enemies بأرضناin our land محروقُburned
وَرَقُ العُداةِ بأرضنا محروقُ
The enemies' clamor and their massing have not harmed me;
The hordes of enemies did not hurt me, and their gathering
The enemies' paper is burned in our land.
The leaf of enemies in our land is scorched
ماnot ضرَّنيharmed me إلاexcept بَنُوْكِyour sons تطاحنواthey ground one another down
ما ضرَّني إلا بَنُوْكِ تطاحنوا
ماذاwhat إذاwhen طَحَنَground down الشّقيقَthe brother شقيقُa brother ؟ !
ماذا إذا طَحَنَ الشّقيقَ شقيقُ ؟ !
Nothing harmed me but your sons, grinding one another down.
It did not hurt me but your children turned on each other
What happens when one brother grinds down another?!
What if a sincere one grinds his sincere one?
فيin كلِّevery قارعةٍcalamity يُجالِدُfights against مَجْدَناour glory
في كلِّ قارعةٍ يُجالِدُ مَجْدَنا
باسمin the name of الحضارةِcivilization خائنٌa traitor زنديقُa heretic !
باسم الحضارةِ خائنٌ زنديقُ !
In every calamity, our glory is assailed
In every battle, our glory is fought
In civilization's name, by a traitor, a heretic!
In the name of civilization by a traitor heretic!
( ياO عالميmy world العربيُّArab ) أينwhere عُروبةٌArabness ؟
( يا عالمي العربيُّ ) أين عُروبةٌ ؟
منfrom نَسْلِهاits offspring الصدّيقal-Ṣiddīq والفاروقُand al-Fārūq
من نَسْلِها الصدّيق والفاروقُ
O my Arab world, where is the Arabness
(O my Arab world) where is Arabism?
From whose lineage came al-Ṣiddīq and al-Fārūq?
From its lineage the truthful and the Farouq
( ياO عالميmy world العربيُّArab ) أيwhat عُروبةٍArabness ؟
( يا عالمي العربيُّ ) أي عُروبةٍ ؟
( والقبلةand the prayer direction الأولىfirst ) دَمٌblood وشهيقُand gasping
( والقبلة الأولى ) دَمٌ وشهيقُ
O my Arab world, what Arabness is this,
(O my Arab world) which Arabism?
While the first qibla is blood and gasping?
(And the first qiblah) blood and panting
( ياO عالميmy world العربيُّArab ) أيwhat عروبةٍArabness ؟
( يا عالمي العربيُّ ) أي عروبةٍ ؟
فيin القلبthe heart حقدٌhatred ، والكساءand the cloak فسوقُdepravity
في القلب حقدٌ ، والكساء فسوقُ
O my Arab world, what Arabness is this,
(O my Arab world) which Arabism?
With hatred in the heart and depravity for a cloak?
In the heart malice, and the dress debauchery
( ياO عالميmy world العربيُّArab ) ، كُلٌّeveryone يدعيclaims
( يا عالمي العربيُّ ) ، كُلٌّ يدعي
صدقtruthfulness الصّديقthe friend وماand not هناكthere صديقُa friend
صدق الصّديق وما هناك صديقُ
O my Arab world, everyone claims
(O my Arab world) each claims
A friend's truthfulness, yet there is no friend.
The sincerity of the sincere, and no sincere one is here
ضيعتyou squandered مبدأكyour principle العظيمgreat ، وليسand there is no فيin
ضيعت مبدأك العظيم ، وليس في
عصرthe age الدراهمdirhams للبطالةfor heroism سوقُa market
عصر الدراهم للبطالة سوقُ
You squandered your great principle; nor is there, in
You lost your great principle, and in
The age of dirhams, any market for heroism.
The age of coins no market for idleness
دعْset aside هذهthese الألقابَtitles ، دينكyour faith واحدٌone
دعْ هذه الألقابَ ، دينك واحدٌ
دينُthe faith المحبَّةِlove ليسthere are no فيهin it فُروقُdistinctions
دينُ المحبَّةِ ليس فيه فُروقُ
Set aside these titles; your faith is one,
Leave these titles, your religion is one
The faith of love: there are no distinctions within it.
The religion of love, in it no disparities
منfrom ( قندهارَKandahar ) إلىto ( الرصافةِal-Ruṣāfah ) وحدةٌunity
من ( قندهارَ ) إلى ( الرصافةِ ) وحدةٌ
( بيمارBīmār ) يشربdrinks منfrom شَجَاهits sorrow طُويْقُṬuwayq
( بيمار ) يشرب من شَجَاه طُويْقُ
From Kandahar to al-Ruṣāfah, there is unity;
From (Kandahar) to (Baghdad) unity
Bīmār—Ṭuwayq drinks from its sorrow.
(Bimar) drinks from its glass morning draught
إنيindeed I لألمحI surely glimpse فيin يمينكyour right hand رقدةٌa slumber
إني لألمح في يمينك رقدةٌ
والكفُّand the palm حتفٌdeath والحسامُand the sword ذليقُkeen-edged
والكفُّ حتفٌ والحسامُ ذليقُ
Indeed, I glimpse slumber in your right hand,
I glimpse in your right hand a slumber
And the palm is death, and the sword keen-edged.
And the palm death, and the sword fitting
ماnot خانَbetrayed هذاthis الكفَّhand إلاexcept ماكرٌa schemer
ما خانَ هذا الكفَّ إلا ماكرٌ
والمكرُand guile بالقلبaround the heart الخؤوفِvery fearful محيقencircling
والمكرُ بالقلب الخؤوفِ محيق
No one has betrayed this hand but a schemer,
None betrayed this palm but a schemer
And guile encircles the fearful heart.
And scheming in the apprehensive heart is smothered
ياO فجرَناour dawn الميمونblessed ضَوْؤُكyour light قادمٌcoming
يا فجرَنا الميمون ضَوْؤُك قادمٌ
مهماno matter how much يُعَششُnests فيin العيونthe eyes بريقُglitter
مهما يُعَششُ في العيون بريقُ
O our blessed dawn, your light is coming,
O our auspicious dawn, your light is coming
No matter how much glitter nests in the eyes.
No matter how long the glimmer lingers in the eyes
والأفقand the horizon فيin عينيكyour eyes ياO محبوبتيmy beloved
والأفق في عينيك يا محبوبتي
معشوشبٌgrass-grown ، غضُtender الإهابِthe skin ، وريقُleafy
معشوشبٌ ، غضُ الإهابِ ، وريقُ
And the horizon in your eyes, O my beloved,
And in your eyes my beloved the horizon
Is lush with grass, tender-skinned, leafy.
Is spangled, eyelids tender, and silky
تسعونninety قرناًcenturies والجراحand the wounds مُرِبَّةٌpersistent
تسعون قرناً والجراح مُرِبَّةٌ
والوجهُand the face يندىgrows dewy ، واللسانand the tongue طليقُfree
والوجهُ يندى ، واللسان طليقُ
Ninety centuries, and the wounds persist,
Ninety centuries and the wounds festering
And the face grows dewy, and the tongue is free.
And the face dewy, and the tongue unleashed
ماnot كلَّgrew weary زندُكyour forearm ، ياO أميرةَprincess أحرفيmy letters
ما كلَّ زندُك ، يا أميرةَ أحرفي
زندforearm العظيمةِthe great woman بالعظامfor great things خليقُfit
زند العظيمةِ بالعظام خليقُ
Your forearm has not wearied, O princess of my letters;
Not all your forearm withered, O princess of my letters
The great woman's forearm is fit for great things.
The forearm of the grand with bones befitting
ورحلتِand you set out يَصْفَعُكslaps you العُبابُthe surging sea بِكَفِّهِwith its palm
ورحلتِ يَصْفَعُك العُبابُ بِكَفِّهِ
ويعوقُand hinders سَيِركِyour passage عاصفٌa gale ومضيقُand a strait
ويعوقُ سَيِركِ عاصفٌ ومضيقُ
And you set out, the surging sea slapping you with its palm,
And your journey slapped you with its flood in its palm
And a gale and a strait hinder your passage.
And impeded your course a storm and straits
وبلغتِand you arrived كانwas بلوغُattainment أمرِكِyour purpose آيةًa marvel
وبلغتِ كان بلوغُ أمرِكِ آيةً
ولمنand for whoever نجاsurvived فوقabove السُّيوفِthe swords طريقُa path !
ولمن نجا فوق السُّيوفِ طريقُ !
And you arrived; fulfilling your purpose was a marvel,
And you reached, your command was a miracle
And for whoever has survived, there is a path above the swords!
And for one who survived above the swords a path!