جئتI came وحدىby myself إلىto الشواطىءthe shores ظهراat noon
جئت وحدى إلى الشواطىء ظهرا
فتذكرتso I remembered ماwhat مضىhad passed منof زمانيmy lifetime
فتذكرت ما مضى من زماني
I came alone to the shores at noon.
Alone I came to the shores at noon
Then I remembered the days of my life gone by.
And remembered times gone by
ودخلتand I entered العبابthe surging sea فيat الظهرnoon وحدىby myself
ودخلت العباب في الظهر وحدى
وبقلبيand in my heart منone who لجpersisted obstinately فيin الهجرانestrangement
وبقلبي من لج في الهجران
And I entered the surging sea at noon, alone,
I entered the marshes alone at noon
And in my heart was one who persisted in forsaking me.
With a heart immersed in estrangement
ماno علىagainst الحسنbeauty فيfor الصدودturning away عتابreproach
ما على الحسن في الصدود عتاب
إنهindeed it دونshort of ماwhat يرومseeks العتابreproach
إنه دون ما يروم العتاب
Beauty bears no reproach for turning away;
No blame rests on beauty for being aloof
Indeed, it falls short of what reproach seeks.
It is beyond the reach of reproach
كلevery يومday لناfor us غرامpassion جديدnew
كل يوم لنا غرام جديد
بظباءfor gazelles فيin لحظهنtheir glances شرابwine
بظباء في لحظهن شراب
Every day we have a new passion,
Each day we have a new love
For gazelles whose glances hold wine.
For gazelles who in a glance give us a drink
فليمتso let him die منwhoever بدلexchanged الصدrejection غماgrief
فليمت من بدل الصد غما
كثرgrew numerous العاذلونthe reproachers والأحبابand the sweethearts
كثر العاذلون والأحباب
So let whoever turns rejection into grief die;
So I died from grief instead of disdain
The reproachers and the sweethearts have multiplied.
Many admirers and loved ones
قدindeed أطعتI obeyed الغرامpassion وازددتand I gained more منهof it
قد أطعت الغرام وازددت منه
ليتwould that شعريmy knowledge متىwhen يكونwill be المتابrepentance
ليت شعري متى يكون المتاب
Indeed, I have obeyed passion and taken still more of it;
I obeyed love and gained more of it
Would that I knew when repentance will come.
I wonder when will relief come
ياO فؤاديmy heart رفقاbe gentle بنفسكwith yourself رفقاbe gentle
يا فؤادي رفقا بنفسك رفقا
فنعيمfor the bliss الغرامof passion فيهin it العذابtorment
فنعيم الغرام فيه العذاب
O my heart, be gentle with yourself, be gentle;
Oh my heart, be gentle with yourself, be gentle
For in the bliss of passion lies torment.
For the bliss of love contains agony
تقطعyou spend الدهرtime كلهall of it فيin غناءsong
تقطع الدهر كله في غناء
دونهbeneath it الخندريسaged wine والأكوابand the goblets
دونه الخندريس والأكواب
You spend your whole life in song;
Spending all of time singing
Aged wine and goblets fall short of it.
With lutes and cups beside