رجعتُI returned إلىto رؤىvisions الماضيthe past رجعتُI returned
رجعتُ إلى رؤى الماضي رجعتُ
أسائلI question رسمهاtheir trace عماabout what فقدتI lost
أسائل رسمها عما فقدت
I returned to the visions of the past—I returned.
I returned to the visions of the past, I returned
I question their trace about what I have lost.
I ask their image about what I have lost
رجعتI returned أطوفI wander يسبقنيprecedes me فؤاديmy heart
رجعت أطوف يسبقني فؤادي
إلىto ماwhat قدalready عرفتI knew وماand what جهلتI did not know
إلى ما قد عرفت وما جهلت
I returned to wander, my heart preceding me,
I returned wandering, my heart preceding me
To what I had known and what I had not known.
To what I have known and what I have not known
رجعتI returned إليكto you بعدafter العتبreproach أبكىI mourn
رجعت إليك بعد العتب أبكى
قواضبsharp swords قسوتيmy cruelty فيماamong what بكيتI mourned
قواضب قسوتي فيما بكيت
I returned to you after reproach, mourning
I returned to you after reproach, crying
The sharp swords of my cruelty among all that I mourned.
The ships of my harshness in my crying
إذاwhen الدنياthe world تراءتappears فيin صباهاits youth
إذا الدنيا تراءت في صباها
ورنّand rings out لحليهاof its jewels فيin الكونthe universe صوتa sound
ورنّ لحليها في الكون صوت
When the world appears in its youth,
If life seemed in its youth
And the sound of its jewels rings through the universe,
And its trinkets rang in the universe, a voice
فأنتthen you غناؤهاits song فيin صمتsilence قلبيmy heart
فأنت غناؤها في صمت قلبي
وأنتand you وفاؤهاits faithfulness فيماin what جحدتُI denied
وأنت وفاؤها فيما جحدتُ
Then you are its song in the silence of my heart,
You are its singing in the silence of my heart
And you are its faithfulness in what I denied.
You are its loyalty in what I have denied
جمالكyour beauty فيin طهارتهاits purity قتولٌdeadly
جمالك في طهارتها قتولٌ
وعرفُand the fragrance الزهرthe flowers إزهاقٌslaying وموتُand death
وعرفُ الزهر إزهاقٌ وموتُ
Your beauty in the world's purity is deadly,
Your beauty in its purity is swords
And the fragrance of flowers is slaying and death.
And the knowledge of flowers is withering and death