كنتُI was شعراًpoetry منمقاًornate
كنتُ شعراً منمقاً
وغناءًand song مدوزناwell-tuned
وغناءً مدوزنا
I was ornate poetry,
I was poetry flowing,
And a well-tuned song,
And a tune composed.
وصباحاًand morning وديمةand gentle, steady rain
وصباحاً وديمة
وبشاماًand balsam وسوسناand irises
وبشاماً وسوسنا
And morning and gentle, steady rain,
I was the morn and wine,
And balsam and irises.
And the evening and lily intertwined.
كانwas حرفيmy word محلقاًsoaring
كان حرفي محلقاً
وفؤاديand my heart محصناfortified
وفؤادي محصنا
My words were soaring,
My words took flight,
And my heart was fortified.
My heart fortified.
ونشيديand my song غمامةa cloud
ونشيدي غمامة
تحتهاbeneath it يورقputs forth leaves السناradiance
تحتها يورق السنا
And my song was a cloud,
My song a cloud
Beneath which radiance puts forth leaves.
Beneath which meaning flowered.
يبعثbreathes الروحlife فيinto الحصىthe pebbles
يبعث الروح في الحصى
كلماwhenever انداحit spread outward دندناit hummed
كلما انداح دندنا
It breathes life into the pebbles;
It breathed life into pebbles
Whenever it spread outward, it hummed.
Whenever it hummed a tune,
فاستباحthen made fair game of الهوىlove دميmy blood
فاستباح الهوى دمي
وبشطآنهand upon its shores بنىit built
وبشطآنه بنى
Then love made my blood fair game,
So passion ravaged my soul
And built upon its shores.
And in tumult built its abode.
واستحالتand turned into قصائديmy poems
واستحالت قصائدي
دانةٌa large pearl تبعثawakens الونيweariness
دانةٌ تبعث الوني
And my poems turned into
My poems became
A pearl that awakens weariness.
A vine scattering inspiration.
صرتI became للحزنfor sorrow قِبلةa direction of prayer
صرت للحزن قِبلة
ومطاراًand an airport وموطناand a homeland
ومطاراً وموطنا
I became sorrow's qibla,
I became a destination for sorrow,
And an airport and a homeland.
A refuge and a home.
فالأسىfor sorrow لمdid not يجدfind لهfor itself
فالأسى لم يجد له
غيرother than جنبيmy side مسكناa dwelling
غير جنبي مسكنا
For sorrow could not find for itself
For anguish found no place
A dwelling except at my side.
Except my side as its abode.
إنهاindeed it is قصةthe story الورىhumankind
إنها قصة الورى
يتعبwearies الفقرpoverty والغنىand wealth
يتعب الفقر والغنى
This is the tale of humankind:
It's the story of creation,
Poverty and wealth bring weariness.
Where poverty and wealth grow weary.
كمmany a فؤادٍheart محجلwhite-marked
كم فؤادٍ محجل
ضوؤهits light قندلillumined الدنىthe worlds
ضوؤه قندل الدنى
Many a white-marked heart,
How many hearts gilded in light
Whose light illumined the worlds,
Have been extinguished by life's gloom.
طارit flew فيin غيرother than سربهits flock
طار في غير سربه
فتهادىthen swayed gently وأذعناand yielded
فتهادى وأذعنا
Flew in a flock not its own,
It flew beyond its flock
Then swayed and yielded.
Toppled and surrendered.
فخذينيso take me بلوعتيwith my anguish
فخذيني بلوعتي
واقبلينيand accept me كماas أناI
واقبليني كما أنا
So take me with my anguish,
So take me with my pain,
And accept me as I am.
And accept me as I am.