الحُبُّlove مَسٌّa touch خَاطفٌsudden مُتَملِّكُtaking possession
الحُبُّ مَسٌّ خَاطفٌ مُتَملِّكُ
يَغْزوinvades تَلابيبَthe collars of القلوبِhearts ويُمْسِكُand holds fast
يَغْزو تَلابيبَ القلوبِ ويُمْسِكُ
Love is a sudden touch that takes possession;
Love is a sudden conquest that takes hold
It invades the collars of hearts and holds fast.
It invades the folds of hearts and grasps them
أرْنوI gaze longingly إلىtoward وَصْلِunion with الحَبيبِthe beloved مُناجِيًاwhispering intimately
أرْنو إلى وَصْلِ الحَبيبِ مُناجِيًا
فالبْوحُfor the outpouring مِنْfrom نَفَحَاتِهِhis fragrant breaths يَتَبَرَّكُdraws blessing
فالبْوحُ مِنْ نَفَحَاتِهِ يَتَبَرَّكُ
I gaze longingly toward union with the beloved, whispering intimately;
I yearn for the beloved's union, imploring
For the outpouring draws blessing from his fragrant breaths.
His exhalations are blessings that abound
وأطرِّزُand I embroider الشِّعْرَverse النديَّdew-fresh لِطَيْفِهِfor his apparition
وأطرِّزُ الشِّعْرَ النديَّ لِطَيْفِهِ
إنْif لاحَhe appears ليto me، فيin غارِهِhis cave أتَنَسَّكُI practice ascetic devotion
إنْ لاحَ لي، في غارِهِ أتَنَسَّكُ
And I embroider dew-fresh verse for his apparition;
And I embroider poetry, delicate for his apparition
If he appears to me, I practice ascetic devotion in his cave.
If he appears, in his cave I will seclude
اناI إنif عشِقتُI fall in love ركبتُI ride أحلامthe dreams of الرؤىvisions
انا إن عشِقتُ ركبتُ أحلام الرؤى
لأهيمَso I may wander صبّاlovesick لاnot أعيI am aware، لاnot أدرِكُI comprehend
لأهيمَ صبّا لا أعي، لا أدرِكُ
If I fall in love, I ride the dreams of visions,
If I fall in love, I embark on dreams of visions
To wander lovesick, unaware, uncomprehending.
To wander ardently, unaware, oblivious
وإذاand when عُشِقْتُI am loved ثملتُI grow drunk مِنْfrom ثغْرِthe lips of الهَوىpassion
وإذا عُشِقْتُ ثملتُ مِنْ ثغْرِ الهَوى
فالسُّكْرُfor the intoxication مِنْfrom ثغْرِthe lips of الهَوىpassion لاnot يُتركُis forsaken
فالسُّكْرُ مِنْ ثغْرِ الهَوى لا يُتركُ
And when I am loved, I grow drunk on passion's lips;
And when I'm loved, I get drunk on the lips of passion
For drunkenness from passion's lips is not forsaken.
For the intoxication of passion cannot be relinquished
لكِنَّهُbut it is ويلwoe بليلby night قدalready همىpoured down
لكِنَّهُ ويل بليل قد همى
والِعشْقُand love فيهِwithin it جنايةa crime بلrather مَهْلكُdestruction
والِعشْقُ فيهِ جناية بل مَهْلكُ
Yet it is woe that has poured down by night,
But woe to the night that conspired
And love within it is a crime—rather, destruction.
And love in it is a crime, nay a demise
هَمّيmy anguish عَتيٌّunyielding لاnot يُهدُّis broken بِمُنْيةٍby a wish
هَمّي عَتيٌّ لا يُهدُّ بِمُنْيةٍ
صمصامُa keen sword نَصْلٍa blade فيin الحَناياthe breast's recesses يَفْتِكُwreaks havoc
صمصامُ نَصْلٍ في الحَنايا يَفْتِكُ
My anguish is unyielding; no wish can break it;
My worries are unyielding, not appeased with death
A keen sword-blade wreaks havoc in my breast's recesses.
A relentless blade in sorrows that slaughters
العادياتُthe galloping steeds سَنابتٌswift, sturdy steeds كرارةٌrepeatedly charging
العادياتُ سَنابتٌ كرارةٌ
كانتthey were بحوماتِin the thick of الوغىbattle لاnot تُدرَكُbe overtaken
كانت بحوماتِ الوغى لا تُدرَكُ
The galloping steeds are swift and strong, charging again and again;
The principles were lofty palms
In the thick of battle, they could not be overtaken.
They could not be reached amidst the fray
واليومand today َويحاهُalas for it! نَراهاwe see them أدْبرَتْthey retreated
واليوم َويحاهُ نَراها أدْبرَتْ
وقدand indeed اجْتباهاhas chosen them عتمُناour darkness المُحلولكُpitch-black
وقد اجْتباها عتمُنا المُحلولكُ
And today—alas!—we see them in retreat;
But alas, today we see them reversed
And our pitch-black darkness has chosen them.
And our deep darkness has shrouded them
كنَّاwe were الألىthose who نحوَtoward العُلاthe heights هاماتُناour heads
كنَّا الألى نحوَ العُلا هاماتُنا
بتناwe have become السُّدىaimless مذْsince تاهَwent astray فيناamong us المسلَكُthe path
بتنا السُّدى مذْ تاهَ فينا المسلَكُ
We were those whose heads reached toward the heights;
We were the highest aspirations
We have become aimless since the path went astray among us.
But now we wander aimlessly, our path concealed
ياO! حَسْرةًsorrow ضوءُthe light of العُروبَةِArab identity قدalready خباdimmed
يا حَسْرةً ضوءُ العُروبَةِ قد خبا
والصبرُand patience منfrom كربِthe anguish of الرّزاياcalamities مُنْهكُexhausted
والصبرُ من كربِ الرّزايا مُنْهكُ
Alas! The light of Arab identity has dimmed,
Alas, the light of Arabism has faded
And patience is exhausted by the anguish of calamities.
And patience from the adversity is exhausted
ساساتُpoliticians قَوْميof my people قَدْalready "تَصهْينَhave become Zionist" جُلُّهُمْmost of them
ساساتُ قَوْمي قَدْ "تَصهْينَ" جُلُّهُمْ
تَركواthey abandoned العُروبَةَArab identity ماnot اسْتحواthey felt shame وand "تأمْرَكواthey became Americanized"
تَركوا العُروبَةَ ما اسْتحوا و "تأمْرَكوا"
Most of my people's politicians have become Zionists;
The leaders of my people have been fully "Israelized"
They abandoned Arab identity, felt no shame, and became Americanized.
They abandoned Arabism, shameless, "Americanized"
عاثواthey wrought havoc بِيَعْرُبَin Ya'rub جَفّفواthey dried out أعْوادَهاher branches
عاثوا بِيَعْرُبَ جَفّفوا أعْوادَها
فَتَناثَرَتْso she scattered بيدin the hand of العِداthe foes تَتَفَكَّكُshe falls apart
فَتَناثَرَتْ بيد العِدا تَتَفَكَّكُ
They wrought havoc in Ya'rub, drying out her branches;
They wreaked havoc on the Arabs, drying up their trees
So she scattered in the hands of foes, falling apart.
So they fragmented and scattered by the hands of enemies
ويْwoe! ويْwoe! لناto us بِتْناwe have become مَطاياmounts للخَناfor depravity
ويْ ويْ لنا بِتْنا مَطايا للخَنا
أعْراضُناour honor فيin السّاحِthe arena تُسْبىis taken captive تُهْتَكُis violated
أعْراضُنا في السّاحِ تُسْبى تُهْتَكُ
Woe, woe to us! We have become mounts for depravity;
Woe to us, we have become prey for derision
Our honor is taken captive and violated in the arena.
Our honor in the field is plundered and violated
تَرَفٌa luxury مُغازَلةُwooing الظّباءِgazelles صَبابَةًwith lovesick longing
تَرَفٌ مُغازَلةُ الظّباءِ صَبابَةً
وَدَمُand the blood of الحَرائِرِfree women فيin بِلاديmy land يُسْفَكُis shed
وَدَمُ الحَرائِرِ في بِلادي يُسْفَكُ
Wooing gazelles with lovesick longing is a luxury,
Flirting with gazelles is now frivolity
While the blood of free women is shed in my land.
While the blood of free women in my country is shed