أَقولُ وَقَد ناحَت بِقُربي حَمامَةٌ I speak, while a dove moans beside me
ابو فراس الحمداني
Abu Firas al-Hamdani
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النص العربي
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أَقولُ وَقَد ناحَت بِقُربي حَمامَةٌ
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أَيا جارَتا هَل تَشعُرينَ بِحالي
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مَعاذَ الهَوى ماذُقتِ طارِقَةَ النَوى
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وَلا خَطَرَت مِنكِ الهُمومُ بِبالِ
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أَتَحمِلُ مَحزونَ الفُؤادِ قَوادِمٌ
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عَلى غُصُنٍ نائي المَسافَةِ عالِ
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أَيا جارَتا هل أَنصَفَ الدَهرُ بَينَنا
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تَعالِي أُقاسِمكِ الهُمومَ تَعالِي
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تَعالَي تَرَي روحاً لَدَيَّ ضَعيفَةً
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تَرَدَّدُ في جِسمٍ يُعَذِّبُ بالِ
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أَيَضحَكُ مَأسورٌ وَتَبكي طَليقَةٌ
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وَيَسكُتُ مَحزونٌ وَيَندِبُ سالِ
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لَقَد كُنتُ أَولى مِنكِ بِالدَمعِ مُقلَةً
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وَلَكِنَّ دَمعي في الحَوادِثِ غالِ
English Translation
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I speak, while a dove moans beside me,
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O neighbor, do you sense my plight?
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God forbid you ever taste the blow of separation,
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Or that such worries should ever cross your thoughts.
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Can wings bear a heart weighed down by sorrow,
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Upon a bough so distant and so high?
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O neighbor, has Fate dealt fairly with us both?
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Come—let us share these sorrows together.
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Come and see a soul within me, weak and worn,
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Drifting within a body tortured by grief.
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Can a captive laugh while a free one weeps?
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Can the sorrowful remain silent while the carefree lament?
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My eyes are worthier of these tears than yours,
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Yet my tears, in calamities, are rare and dear.
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أَقولُ وَقَد ناحَت بِقُربي حَمامَةٌ
I speak, while a dove moans beside me,
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أَيا جارَتا هَل تَشعُرينَ بِحالي
O neighbor, do you sense my plight?
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مَعاذَ الهَوى ماذُقتِ طارِقَةَ النَوى
God forbid you ever taste the blow of separation,
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وَلا خَطَرَت مِنكِ الهُمومُ بِبالِ
Or that such worries should ever cross your thoughts.
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أَتَحمِلُ مَحزونَ الفُؤادِ قَوادِمٌ
Can wings bear a heart weighed down by sorrow,
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عَلى غُصُنٍ نائي المَسافَةِ عالِ
Upon a bough so distant and so high?
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أَيا جارَتا هل أَنصَفَ الدَهرُ بَينَنا
O neighbor, has Fate dealt fairly with us both?
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تَعالِي أُقاسِمكِ الهُمومَ تَعالِي
Come—let us share these sorrows together.
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تَعالَي تَرَي روحاً لَدَيَّ ضَعيفَةً
Come and see a soul within me, weak and worn,
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تَرَدَّدُ في جِسمٍ يُعَذِّبُ بالِ
Drifting within a body tortured by grief.
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أَيَضحَكُ مَأسورٌ وَتَبكي طَليقَةٌ
Can a captive laugh while a free one weeps?
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وَيَسكُتُ مَحزونٌ وَيَندِبُ سالِ
Can the sorrowful remain silent while the carefree lament?
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لَقَد كُنتُ أَولى مِنكِ بِالدَمعِ مُقلَةً
My eyes are worthier of these tears than yours,
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وَلَكِنَّ دَمعي في الحَوادِثِ غالِ
Yet my tears, in calamities, are rare and dear.
