قُولاsay, both of you لهto him أيَّany شيءٍthing مُبْهجٍcheering قُولاsay, both of you
قُولا له أيَّ شيءٍ مُبْهجٍ قُولا
لاdo not تُتْركاleave, you two الطِّفلَthe child فيin عَينيهِhis eyes مَخْذُولاforsaken
لا تُتْركا الطِّفلَ في عَينيهِ مَخْذُولا
Tell him anything cheering, you two—tell him.
Say to him some pleasant thing, say
Do not leave the child in his eyes forsaken.
Do not leave the child with disappointment in his eyes
للحُزنِfor grief فيْin قَسَماتِthe features الطفلِthe child أُغنيةٌa song
للحُزنِ فيْ قَسَماتِ الطفلِ أُغنيةٌ
منof اليَباسِdryness وحُلْمٌand a dream ماتdied مَقتُولاslain
من اليَباسِ وحُلْمٌ مات مَقتُولا
Grief has a song in the child's features,
For sadness, in the features of the child, there is a song
Of barrenness, and a dream that died, slain.
Of barrenness, and a dream that died, murdered
للرملِfor the sand فيْin جَيْبَهِhis pocket ذكرىmemory اليتيمthe orphan فكمand how much
للرملِ فيْ جَيْبَهِ ذكرى اليتيم فكم
عَبَّdrank deeply الأَسىsorrow كُلماwhenever زادَgrew المَسَاthe evening طُولاin length
عَبَّ الأَسى كُلما زادَ المَسَا طُولا
The sand in his pocket holds the orphan's memory—and how much
For the sand in his pocket, the memory of the orphan - so much
Sorrow he drank whenever the evening grew longer.
Sorrow has passed whenever the suffering grew longer
لمdid not يُبْقِkeep للعِيْدِfor Eid ثوباًa garment يَرْتَدِيهِhe wears it غداًtomorrow
لم يُبْقِ للعِيْدِ ثوباً يَرْتَدِيهِ غداً
أَبْلىwore out الثيابَthe clothes لوَعْدٍfor a promise كانَwas مأمولاhoped for
أَبْلى الثيابَ لوَعْدٍ كانَ مأمولا
He kept no garment to wear for Eid tomorrow.
He has no clothes left to wear for the feast tomorrow
He wore out the clothes for a promise once hoped for.
Worn out the clothes for a promise that was hoped for
خُذاtake, both of you الثلاثيْنَthe thirty مِنْfrom عُمْرٍa life تَلَبَّسَهُpossessed him
خُذا الثلاثيْنَ مِنْ عُمْرٍ تَلَبَّسَهُ
وأرجِعاand bring back, both of you العِيدَEid فيْin ضِحْكاتِهِhis laughter الأُولىthe earliest
وأرجِعا العِيدَ فيْ ضِحْكاتِهِ الأُولى
Take the thirty years from a life that has possessed him,
Take the thirty from an age he was dressed in
And bring Eid back into his earliest laughter.
And return the feast to his first laughter