بِالغَورِin al-Ghawr أهلُكِyour people يابُثَينَO Buthayn وأهلُناand our people
بِالغَورِ أهلُكِ يابُثَينَ وأهلُنا
بالأبْرَقَينِin al-Abraqayn فأينَthen where أينَwhere المُلْتقىthe meeting place
بالأبْرَقَينِ فأينَ أينَ المُلْتقى
Your people are in al-Ghawr, O Buthayn, and ours
With ghouls do you dwell, O Bu Thayna, while we dwell with our loved ones,
in al-Abraqayn—where, then, where is the meeting place?
By El-Abraqayn! Where, oh where can we meet?
بَعُدَis far away المزَارُthe place of visitation فلوso if سَرىtraveled by night لزيارتِيto visit me
بَعُدَ المزَارُ فلو سَرى لزيارتِي
طيفُa phantom الخيالِthe image ثَناهُturned it back هولُthe dread المُرتَقىthe ascent
طيفُ الخيالِ ثَناهُ هولُ المُرتَقى
The place of meeting is far; if there came by night to visit me
The shrine is far away, else would my phantom pay you a visit,
the phantom of your image, the dread of the ascent would turn it back.
Fear of the rugged ascent has prevented it.
كمhow often شِمتُI watched برقاًlightning منكfrom you أخْلَفَfailed نوْءُهits rain
كم شِمتُ برقاً منك أخْلَفَ نوْءُه
قبلَbefore النّوىseparation وظننتُand I expected ظَنّاan expectation أخْفَقَاthat failed
قبلَ النّوى وظننتُ ظَنّا أخْفَقَا
How often I watched lightning from you whose rain failed to come,
How often a flash from you has made me glad, but the wish that followed it was unfulfilled.
before separation, and held a hope that came to nothing.
I thought it was a prelude to union, but how mistaken I was!
فَعلامَso why أجزَعُdo I grieve للفِراقِat separation وإنّنِيand indeed I
فَعلامَ أجزَعُ للفِراقِ وإنّنِي
لأرَاهI surely see it أرْأفَmore merciful بالقُلوبِto hearts وأرفَقَاand gentler
لأرَاه أرْأفَ بالقُلوبِ وأرفَقَا
Why, then, should I grieve at parting, when I
Why then should I grieve over separation, when I know
surely find it more merciful to hearts, and gentler?
That it is more compassionate and gentler to hearts than union?