No one has yet submitted a re-translation of “To the Tyrants of the World.” However, we are having a miniature translation slam with Abu al-Qasim al-Shabi’s most famous work. As’ad Abu Khalil (the Angry Arab)—who has called al-ShabiThe Poet of the Tunisian Revolution—was the first to post a translation of al-Shabi’s most famous poem, which Abu Khalil titles, in English, “The Will of Life.”

I am not a translator, but I prefer something along the lines of the more literal title Marwa al-Naggar suggests, “If the People Wanted Life One Day.” Elliott Colla also sent over a translation (with no title):

ุฅุฐุง ุงู„ุดุนุจ ูŠูˆู…ุง ุฃุฑุงุฏ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ

โ€œIf, one day, a people desires to live, then fate will answer their call.

And their night will then begin to fade, and their chains break and fall.

For he who is not embraced by a passion for life will dissipate into thin air,

At least that is what all creation has told me, and what its hidden spirits declareโ€ฆโ€

Translated by Elliott Colla.

The Will of Life

If the people will to live
Providence is destined to favourably respond
And night is destined to fold
And the chains are certain to be broken

And he who has not embraced the love of life
Will evaporate in its atmosphere and disappear.

Translated by As’ad Abu Khalil.


And, from over at Meedan, a translation from a contributor called “YankeeJohn”:

Should the people one day truly aspire to life / then fate must needs respond / the night must needs shine forth / and the shackles must needs break / Those who are not embraced by lifeโ€™s yearning / shall evaporate in her air and vanish.


ูู„ุง ุจู€ู€ุฏู‘ ุฃู† ูŠุณุชุฌูŠุจ ุงู„ู‚ู€ู€ู€ู€ุฏุฑ ย ย ย  ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  ุฅุฐุง ุงู„ุดุนุจ ูŠูˆู…ุงู‹ ุฃุฑุงุฏ ุงู„ุญูŠู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ุงุฉ
ูˆู„ุง ุจู€ู€ู€ุฏู‘ ู„ู„ู‚ูŠู€ู€ู€ุฏ ุฃู† ูŠู†ูƒุณู€ู€ู€ู€ุฑ ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย  ย  ูˆู„ุง ุจุฏู‘ ู„ู„ู€ู€ู€ู€ูŠู„ ุฃู† ูŠู†ุฌู„ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ูŠ
ุชุจู€ู€ู€ุฎู‘ุฑ ููŠ ุฌู€ู€ูˆู‘ู‡ู€ุง ูˆุงู†ุฏุซู€ู€ู€ู€ุฑ ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ูˆู…ู† ู„ู… ูŠูุนุงู†ู€ู€ู‚ู‡ ุดูˆู‚ ุงู„ุญูŠู€ู€ุงุฉ


Please do send your own…. And, for you Ukranian readers, Bohdan has written this version.

28 thoughts on “Three Translations of Abu al-Qasim al-Shabi’s ‘If the People Wanted Life One Day’

  1. I’ll forward this to some translators! Thank you, I love re-translations and multiple translations of the same poem, and this is awesome!

    1. Yes, me too. We don’t have enough multiple translations in the Arabic lit world. And of course a lot of poetry that’s never been translated at all…(at least, to my knowledge).

    2. This poem appeared in English translation in Salma Khadra Jayyusi’s anthology “Modern Arabic Poetry” (Columbia University Press):


      When people choose
      To live by life’s will,
      Fate can do nothing but give in;
      The night discards its veil,
      All shackles are undone.

      Whoever never felt
      Life celebrating him
      Must vanish like the mist;
      Whoever never felt
      Sweeping through him
      The glow of life
      Succumbs to nothingness.

      This I was told by the secret
      Voice of All-Being:
      Wind roared in the mountains,
      Roared through valleys, under trees:
      “My goal, once I have set it,
      And put aside all caution,
      I must pursue to the end.
      Whoever shrinks from scaling the mountain
      Lives out his life in potholes.”

      Then it was earth I questioned:
      “Mother, do you detest mankind?”
      And earth responded:
      “I bless people with high ambition,
      Who do not flinch at danger.

      I curse people out of step with time,
      People content to live like stone.
      No horizon nurtures a dead bird.
      A bee will choose to kiss a living flower.

      If my mothering heart
      Were not so tender,
      The dead would have no hiding place
      In those graves yonder.”

      (Translated by Sargon Boulat and Christopher Middleton)

  2. I love comparing the translations and then wondering what choices I would have made. I think for the second part of the first line, I would have made destiny more “subservient” to the will of the people. Something along the lines of “destiny would have to give in/surrender”. Am sorely tempted to fiddle with this, but the research demons are calling my name. (*sigh* There’s a revolution going on, books! C’mon, give me a break!)

    1. I know, I have a couple pieces due, and boy is it hard to concentrate on anything outside of uprising!

  3. 7ade me3alti hzbi hiwet ms zdeli
    nay gdn ‘yu s7fto km’zezo
    gdn ‘yu selmat kqn6e6
    gdn ‘yu mequ7 ksber
    b’hrfan hiwet zeyte7aqufe
    ab ayera beninu 6efi’u terefe::
    My Tigrigna ( One of the semitic Eritrean Languages) translation of Iza Al-Sha3bu yawman arada al7ayat

  4. If one day people decide to live
    Destiny will no doubt respond
    Night will no doubt dissipate
    Chains will no doubt break
    This is what life told me
    And this is what its spirits revealed to me
    Those who are not infused by the passion of life
    Will evaporate in the air and disappear

  5. Look dear, I know exactly this poem in Arabic ( native Arabic speaker ), and I know English very well, and I’d like to see this poem translated into English, now I don’t have much time, but this is not the complete poem.
    There are many resources from the books and on the enternet, please visit this link:
    You can find the complete poem, and you may try to translate it, it’s one of my favorites ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Yes, Muhammad, I have read the whole poem, and I have also been on Adab.Com. In fact, Gaelle has translated the whole poem, and I believe I’ve also posted a longer version. But in any case, it’s hard to do anything but focus on the beautiful Egyptian people and our future at this point.

  6. ุฅุฑุงุฏุฉ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ: ุฃุจูˆ ุงู„ู‚ุงุณู… ุงู„ุดุงุจูŠ

    ุงู„ุชุฑุฌู…ุฉ: ู…ุญู…ูˆุฏ ุนุจุงุณ ู…ุณุนูˆุฏ

    The People’s Will โ€“ Abul Qassim Al-Chabbi

    Translated by: Mahmoud Abbas Masoud

    ุฅุฐุง ุงู„ุดู‘ุนู’ุจู ูŠูŽูˆู’ู…ูŽุงู‹ ุฃุฑูŽุงุฏูŽ ุงู„ู’ุญูŽูŠูŽู€ุงุฉูŽ = ูู„ุง ุจูุฏู‘ูŽ ุฃู†ู’ ูŠูŽุณู’ุชูŽุฌููŠุจูŽ ุงู„ู‚ูŽู€ุฏูŽุฑ
    ูˆูŽู„ุง ุจูู€ุฏู‘ูŽ ู„ูู„ู‘ูŽูŠู€ู’ู„ู ุฃู†ู’ ูŠูŽู†ู’ุฌูŽู„ูู€ู€ูŠ = ูˆูŽู„ุง ุจูุฏู‘ูŽ ู„ู„ู‚ูŽูŠู’ุฏู ุฃูŽู†ู’ ูŠูŽู€ู†ู’ูƒูŽุณูู€ุฑ

    When people choose a noble and worthy existence
    The Fates will accordingly respond
    Gloom of night will lift and vanish
    Fetters will break open

    ูˆูŽู…ูŽู†ู’ ู„ูŽู…ู’ ูŠูุนูŽุงู†ูู‚ู’ู‡ู ุดูŽูˆู’ู‚ู ุงู„ู’ุญูŽูŠูŽู€ุงุฉู = ุชูŽุจูŽุฎู‘ูŽู€ุฑูŽ ููŠ ุญุฑู‘ู‡ูŽู€ุง ูˆูŽุงู†ู’ุฏูŽุซูŽู€ุฑ
    ููŽูˆูŽูŠู’ู„ูŒ ู„ูู…ูŽู†ู’ ู„ูŽู…ู’ ุชูŽุดูู‚ู’ู€ู‡ู ุงู„ู’ุญูŽูŠูŽุงุฉู = ู…ูู†ู’ ุตูŽูู’ุนูŽู€ุฉู ุงู„ุนูŽู€ุฏูŽู… ุงู„ู…ูู†ู’ุชูŽุตูุฑ

    He who harbors no passion for life
    Its heat dematerializes him, he is forgotten
    Woe unto him who looses interest in life
    Victorious void will deal him a slap

    ูƒูŽุฐู„ููƒูŽ ู‚ูŽุงู„ูŽู€ุชู’ ู„ูู€ูŠูŽ ุงู„ูƒูŽุงุฆูู†ูŽุงุชู = ูˆูŽุญูŽุฏู‘ุซูŽู†ู€ูŠ ุฑููˆุญูู€ู‡ูŽุง ุงู„ู…ูุณู’ุชูŽุชูุฑ
    ูˆูŽุฏูŽู…ุฏูŽู…ูŽุชู ุงู„ุฑู‘ููŠุญู ุจูŽูŠู’ู†ูŽ ุงู„ููุฌูŽุงุฌู = ูˆูŽููŽูˆู’ู‚ูŽ ุงู„ุฌูุจูŽุงู„ ูˆูŽุชูŽุญู’ุชูŽ ุงู„ุดู‘ูŽุฌูŽุฑ

    Thus has the universe told me
    Thus has its hidden Spirit intimated
    The winds howled in the deep ravines
    Above mountain peaks, under the trees

    ุฅุฐูŽุง ู…ูŽุง ุทูŽู…ูŽุญู’ู€ุชู ุฅู„ูู€ู‰ ุบูŽู€ุงูŠูŽุฉู = ุฑูŽูƒูุจู’ุชู ุงู„ู’ู…ูู†ูŽู‰ ูˆูŽู†ูŽุณููŠุชู ุงู„ุญูŽุฐูŽุฑ
    ูˆูŽู„ูŽู…ู’ ุฃูŽุชูŽุฌูŽู†ู‘ูŽุจู’ ูˆูุนูู€ูˆุฑูŽ ุงู„ุดู‘ูุนูŽู€ุงุจู = ูˆูŽู„ุง ูƒูุจู‘ูŽู€ุฉูŽ ุงู„ู„ู‘ูŽู‡ูŽู€ุจู ุงู„ู…ูุณู’ุชูŽุนูู€ุฑ

    When I aspire to lofty goals
    I mount high hopes and discard trepidation
    Neither avoiding rugged roads
    Nor evading the roaring flames

    ูˆูŽู…ูŽู†ู’ ู„ุง ูŠูุญูุจู‘ ุตูุนููˆุฏูŽ ุงู„ุฌูุจูŽู€ุงู„ู = ูŠูŽุนูุดู’ ุฃูŽุจูŽุฏูŽ ุงู„ุฏู‘ูŽู‡ู’ุฑู ุจูŽูŠู’ู†ูŽ ุงู„ุญูููŽู€ุฑ
    ููŽุนูŽุฌู‘ูŽุชู’ ุจูู‚ูŽู„ู’ุจููŠ ุฏูู…ูŽุงุกู ุงู„ุดู‘ูŽุจูŽู€ุงุจู = ูˆูŽุถูŽุฌู‘ูŽุชู’ ุจูุตูŽุฏู’ุฑููŠ ุฑููŠูŽุงุญูŒ ุฃูุฎูŽุฑ

    He who has an aversion to climbing mountains
    Will pass his days and nights in ditches and holes
    The blood of youth screamed in my heart
    Strange winds raged and raved in my chest

    ูˆูŽุฃูŽุทู’ุฑูŽู‚ู’ุชู ุŒ ุฃูุตู’ุบููŠ ู„ูู‚ูŽุตู’ูู ุงู„ุฑู‘ูุนููˆุฏู = ูˆูŽุนูŽุฒู’ูู ุงู„ุฑู‘ููŠูŽุงุญ ูˆูŽูˆูŽู‚ู’ุนู ุงู„ู…ูŽุทูŽู€ุฑ
    ูˆูŽู‚ูŽุงู„ูŽุชู’ ู„ููŠูŽ ุงู„ุฃูŽุฑู’ุถู – ู„ูŽู…ู‘ูŽุง ุณูŽุฃูŽู„ู’ุชู : = ” ุฃูŽูŠูŽู€ุง ุฃูู…ู‘ู ู‡ูŽู„ู’ ุชูŽูƒู’ุฑูŽู‡ููŠู†ูŽ ุงู„ุจูŽุดูŽุฑุŸ”

    Intently I listened to the thunder peel
    And harkened to the sounds of wind and rainfall
    I asked the Earth
    โ€œMother, do you hate people?โ€, She replied

    “ุฃูุจูŽุงุฑููƒู ููŠ ุงู„ู†ู‘ูŽุงุณู ุฃูŽู‡ู’ู„ูŽ ุงู„ุทู‘ูู…ููˆุญู = ูˆูŽู…ูŽู†ู’ ูŠูŽุณู’ุชูŽู„ูู€ุฐู‘ู ุฑููƒููˆุจูŽ ุงู„ุฎูŽุทูŽู€ุฑ
    ูˆุฃูŽู„ู’ุนูŽู†ู ู…ูŽู†ู’ ู„ุง ูŠูู…ูŽุงุดููŠ ุงู„ุฒู‘ูŽู…ูŽู€ุงู†ูŽ = ูˆูŽูŠูŽู‚ู’ู†ูŽุนู ุจูุงู„ุนูŽูŠู’ู€ุดู ุนูŽูŠู’ุดู ุงู„ุญูŽุฌูŽุฑ

    I bless ambitious and aspiring souls
    Holding dear the ones who brave danger
    But condemn those who live, stone-like, behind times
    Content with a dull, callous existence

    ู‡ููˆูŽ ุงู„ูƒูŽูˆู’ู†ู ุญูŽูŠู‘ูŒ ุŒ ูŠูุญูู€ุจู‘ู ุงู„ุญูŽูŠูŽุงุฉูŽ = ูˆูŽูŠูŽุญู’ุชูŽู‚ูุฑู ุงู„ู’ู…ูŽูŠู’ุชูŽ ู…ูŽู‡ู’ู…ูŽุง ูƒูŽู€ุจูุฑ
    ููŽู„ุง ุงู„ุฃููู’ู‚ู ูŠูŽุญู’ุถูู†ู ู…ูŽูŠู’ุชูŽ ุงู„ุทู‘ููŠููˆุฑู = ูˆูŽู„ุง ุงู„ู†ู‘ูŽุญู’ู„ู ูŠูŽู„ู’ุซูู…ู ู…ูŽูŠู’ุชูŽ ุงู„ุฒู‘ูŽู‡ูŽู€ู€ุฑ

    Behold! The universe is alive; it loves life
    It despises the dead, great as it may seem
    The skies hold no dead birds close to their bosom
    Nor do bees sip nectar from lifeless flowers

    ูˆูŽู„ูŽู€ูˆู’ู„ุง ุฃูู…ููˆู…ูŽุฉู ู‚ูŽู„ู’ุจููŠ ุงู„ุฑู‘ูŽุคููˆู… = ู„ูŽู…ูŽุง ุถูŽู…ู‘ูŽุชู ุงู„ู…ูŽูŠู’ุชูŽ ุชูู„ู’ูƒูŽ ุงู„ุญูููŽู€ุฑ
    ููŽูˆูŽูŠู’ู„ูŒ ู„ูู…ูŽู†ู’ ู„ูŽู…ู’ ุชูŽุดูู‚ู’ู€ู‡ู ุงู„ุญูŽูŠูŽู€ุงุฉู = ู…ูู†ู’ ู„ูŽุนู’ู†ูŽุฉู ุงู„ุนูŽู€ุฏูŽู…ู ุงู„ู…ูู†ู’ุชูŽุตูู€ุฑ!”

    If not for my soft motherly heart
    Graves will loathe admitting corpses into their folds
    So, woe unto him who looses interest in life
    The curse of victorious void will be upon him

    ูˆููŠ ู„ูŽูŠู’ู„ูŽุฉู ู…ูู†ู’ ู„ูŽูŠูŽุงู„ููŠ ุงู„ุฎูŽุฑููŠูู = ู…ูุซูŽู‚ู‘ูŽู„ูŽู€ุฉู ุจูุงู„ุฃูŽูŽุณูŽู€ู‰ ูˆูŽุงู„ุถู‘ูŽุฌูŽู€ุฑ
    ุณูŽูƒูุฑู’ุชู ุจูู‡ูŽุง ู…ูู†ู’ ุถููŠุงุกู ุงู„ู†ู‘ูุฌููˆู…ู = ูˆูŽุบูŽู†ู‘ูŽูŠู’ุชู ู„ูู„ู’ุญูุฒู’ู†ู ุญูŽุชู‘ูŽู‰ ุณูŽูƒูู€ุฑ

    Once on an autumn night
    Heavy with sorrow and boredom
    I was intoxicated with the starsโ€™ glittering light
    And lulled sorrow into exhilaration

    ุณูŽุฃูŽู„ู’ุชู ุงู„ุฏู‘ูุฌูŽู‰: ู‡ูŽู„ู’ ุชูุนููŠุฏู ุงู„ู’ุญูŽูŠูŽุงุฉู = ู„ูู…ูŽุง ุฃูŽุฐู’ุจูŽู„ูŽุชู’ู€ู‡ู ุฑูŽุจููŠุนูŽ ุงู„ุนูู…ูู€ุฑุŸ
    ููŽู„ูŽู…ู’ ุชูŽุชูŽูƒูŽู„ู‘ูŽู…ู’ ุดูููŽู€ุงู‡ู ุงู„ุธู‘ูŽู„ุงู…ู = ูˆูŽู„ูŽู…ู’ ุชูŽุชูŽุฑูŽู†ู‘ูŽู€ู…ู’ ุนูŽุฐูŽุงุฑูŽู‰ ุงู„ุณู‘ูŽุญูŽุฑ

    I asked the night: โ€œWill Life ever bring back to wilted blossoms
    The bloom and freshness of life?โ€
    Neither the lips of darkness muttered
    Nor the nymphs of dawn recited their lyrics

    ูˆูŽู‚ูŽุงู„ูŽ ู„ููŠูŽ ุงู„ู’ุบูŽู€ุงุจู ููŠ ุฑูู‚ู‘ูŽู€ุฉู = ู…ูุญูŽุจู‘ูŽุจู€ูŽุฉู ู…ูุซู’ู„ูŽ ุฎูŽูู’ู€ู‚ู ุงู„ู’ูˆูŽุชูŽู€ุฑ
    ูŠูŽุฌููŠุกู ุงู„ุดู‘ูุชูŽุงุกู ุŒ ุดูุชูŽุงุกู ุงู„ุถู‘ูŽุจูŽุงุจู = ุดูุชูŽุงุกู ุงู„ุซู‘ูู„ููˆุฌู ุŒ ุดูุชูŽุงุกู ุงู„ู’ู…ูŽุทูŽู€ุฑ

    The forest whispered gently to me
    And spoke in melodious strains
    Winter comes befogged with clouds
    Bleak with rain, heavy with snow

    ููŠู†ุทูุฆ ุงู„ุณู‘ูุญู’ุฑู ุŒ ุณูุญู’ุฑู ุงู„ุบูุตููˆู†ู = ูˆูŽุณูุญู’ุฑู ุงู„ุฒู‘ูู‡ููˆุฑู ูˆูŽุณูุญู’ุฑู ุงู„ุซู‘ูŽู…ูŽุฑ
    ูˆูŽุณูุญู’ุฑู ุงู„ู’ู…ูŽุณูŽุงุกู ุงู„ุดู‘ูŽุฌููŠู‘ู ุงู„ูˆูŽุฏููŠุนู = ูˆูŽุณูุญู’ุฑู ุงู„ู’ู…ูุฑููˆุฌู ุงู„ุดู‘ูŽู‡ููŠู‘ ุงู„ุนูŽุทูุฑ

    The charm of tender twigs snuffed out
    The beauty of flowers and fruit extinguished
    The grace of meek and doleful eventides gone
    The appeal of scented meadows no more

    ูˆูŽุชูŽู‡ู’ูˆููŠ ุงู„ู’ุบูุตููˆู†ู ูˆูŽุฃูŽูˆู’ุฑูŽุงู‚ูู€ู‡ูŽุง = ูˆูŽุฃูŽุฒู’ู‡ูŽู€ุงุฑู ุนูŽู‡ู’ุฏู ุญูŽุจููŠุจู ู†ูŽุถูู€ุฑ
    ูˆูŽุชูŽู„ู’ู‡ููˆ ุจูู‡ูŽุง ุงู„ุฑู‘ููŠุญู ููŠ ูƒูู„ู‘ู ูˆูŽุงุฏู = ูˆูŽูŠูŽุฏู’ูู†ูู€ู‡ูŽุง ุงู„ุณู‘ูŽูŠู’ู€ู„ู ุฃู†ู‘ูŽู‰ ุนูŽู€ุจูŽุฑ

    Branches wither and fall with their leaves
    Blossoms of happy and love-filled life drop too
    The winds scatter them in vale and valley
    Rushing waters bury them on the way

    ูˆูŽูŠูŽูู’ู†ูŽู‰ ุงู„ุฌูŽู…ููŠุนู ูƒูŽุญูู„ู’ู…ู ุจูŽุฏููŠู€ุนู = ุชูŽุฃูŽู„ู‘ูŽู€ู‚ูŽ ููŠ ู…ูู‡ู’ุฌูŽู€ุฉู ูˆูŽุงู†ู’ุฏูŽุซูŽู€ุฑ
    ูˆูŽุชูŽุจู’ู‚ูŽู‰ ุงู„ุจูู€ุฐููˆุฑู ุงู„ุชูŠ ุญูู…ู‘ูู„ูŽู€ุชู’ = ุฐูŽุฎููŠู€ุฑูŽุฉูŽ ุนูู…ู’ุฑู ุฌูŽู…ูู€ูŠู„ู ุบูŽู€ุจูŽุฑ

    All lost to sight as a beautiful dream
    Momentarily glowing, soon to disappear without a trace
    Seeds bearing the essence of a beautiful faded life
    Will yet survive

    ูˆูŽุฐููƒู’ุฑูŽู‰ ููุตููˆู„ ู ุŒ ูˆูŽุฑูุคู’ูŠูŽุง ุญูŽูŠูŽุงุฉู = ูˆูŽุฃูŽุดู’ุจูŽุงุญ ุฏูู†ู’ูŠูŽุง ุชูŽู„ุงุดูŽุชู’ ุฒูู…ูŽู€ุฑ
    ู…ูุนูŽุงู†ูู‚ูŽู€ุฉู‹ ูˆูŽู‡ู’ูŠูŽ ุชูŽุญู’ู€ุชูŽ ุงู„ุถู‘ูŽุจูŽุงุจู = ูˆูŽุชูŽุญู’ุชูŽ ุงู„ุซู‘ูู„ููˆุฌู ูˆูŽุชูŽุญู’ู€ุชูŽ ุงู„ู’ู…ูŽุฏูŽุฑ

    So will the memory of seasons and lifeโ€™s visions
    And earthly phantoms that vanished in droves
    All from beneath the clouds
    From beneath the soil and snow

    ู„ูŽุทููŠููŽ ุงู„ุญูŽูŠูŽู€ุงุฉู ุงู„ุฐูŠ ู„ุง ูŠูู…ูŽู€ู„ู‘ู = ูˆูŽู‚ูŽู„ู’ุจูŽ ุงู„ุฑู‘ูŽุจููŠุนู ุงู„ุดู‘ูŽุฐููŠู‘ู ุงู„ุฎูŽุถูุฑ
    ูˆูŽุญูŽุงู„ูู…ูŽู€ุฉู‹ ุจูุฃูŽุบูŽู€ุงู†ูู€ูŠ ุงู„ุทู‘ููŠูู€ูˆุฑู = ูˆูŽุนูุทู’ุฑู ุงู„ุฒู‘ูู‡ููˆุฑู ูˆูŽุทูŽุนู’ู…ู ุงู„ุซู‘ูŽู…ูŽู€ุฑ

    Will revive and embrace the never boring breath of life
    Clasping the green, fragrant heart of Spring
    Dreaming of bird songs
    Of aromas and savory fruit

    ูˆูŽู…ูŽุง ู‡ูู€ูˆูŽ ุฅูู„ุงู‘ูŽ ูƒูŽุฎูŽูู’ู€ู‚ู ุงู„ุฌูŽู†ูŽุงุญู = ุญูŽุชู‘ูŽู€ู‰ ู†ูŽู…ูŽุง ุดูŽูˆู’ู‚ูู€ู‡ูŽุง ูˆูŽุงู†ู’ุชูŽุตูŽู€ุฑ
    ูุตุฏู‘ุนุช ุงู„ุฃุฑุถ ู…ู† ููˆู‚ู€ู‡ุง = ูˆุฃุจุตุฑุช ุงู„ูƒูˆู† ุนุฐุจ ุงู„ุตูˆุฑ

    Suddenly , in the soft beat of wings
    Passion for life triumphantly returned
    The earth above the seeds cracked open
    And glorious images unexpectedly emerged

    ูˆุฌู€ุงุกูŽ ุงู„ุฑุจูŠู€ุนู ุจุฃู†ุบุงู…ู€ู‡ = ูˆุฃุญู„ุงู…ู€ู‡ู ูˆุตูุจู€ุงู‡ู ุงู„ุนุทูู€ุฑ
    ูˆู‚ุจู„ู‘ู€ู‡ุง ู‚ุจู€ู„ุงู‹ ููŠ ุงู„ุดูู€ุงู‡ = ุชุนูŠุฏ ุงู„ุดุจุงุจ ุงู„ุฐูŠ ู‚ุฏ ุบุจู€ุฑ

    Spring made a return with delightful songs
    Celebrating its dreams, its balmy youthfulness
    Lo, it pressed many kisses upon their lips
    Bringing back to life a youth, long gone

    ูˆู‚ุงู„ูŽ ู„ูŽู‡ูŽุง : ู‚ุฏ ู…ูู†ุญู€ุชู ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉูŽ = ูˆุฎูู„ู‘ุฏุชู ููŠ ู†ุณู„ูƒู ุงู„ู’ู…ูุฏู‘ุฎู€ุฑ
    ูˆุจุงุฑูƒู€ูƒู ุงู„ู†ู€ูˆุฑู ูุงุณุชู‚ุจู€ู„ูŠ = ุดุจุงุจูŽ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉู ูˆุฎุตุจูŽ ุงู„ุนูู…ุฑ

    It addressed the seeds, murmuring: I have given you life
    And shall live in your posterity forevermore
    You have been blessed by the light, so receive
    The youth of life, the maturity of age

    ูˆู…ู† ุชุนุจู€ุฏู ุงู„ู†ู€ูˆุฑูŽ ุฃุญู„ุงู…ู€ู‡ู = ูŠุจุงุฑูƒู‡ู ุงู„ู†ู€ูˆุฑู ุฃู†ู‘ู€ู‰ ุธูŽู‡ุฑ
    ุฅู„ูŠูƒ ุงู„ูุถุงุก ุŒ ุฅู„ูŠูƒ ุงู„ุถูŠู€ุงุก = ุฅู„ูŠูƒ ุงู„ุซุฑู‰ ุงู„ุญุงู„ูู…ู ุงู„ู’ู…ูุฒู’ุฏูŽู‡ูุฑ

    He whose dreams adore the Light
    The Light, in turn, will bless him when it shines
    Lo, the entire space is yours, and yours is the Light
    The dreaming, flower-glittering soil is yours as well

    ุฅู„ูŠูƒ ุงู„ุฌู…ุงู„ ุงู„ุฐูŠ ู„ุง ูŠุจูŠู€ุฏ = ุฅู„ูŠูƒ ุงู„ูˆุฌูˆุฏ ุงู„ุฑุญูŠุจ ุงู„ู†ุถุฑ
    ูู…ูŠุฏูŠ ูƒู…ุง ุดุฆุชู ููˆู‚ ุงู„ุญู‚ูˆู„ = ุจูุญู„ูˆ ุงู„ุซู…ุงุฑ ูˆุบู€ุถ ุงู„ุฒู‡ู€ุฑ

    Receive the deathless beauty
    Receive the vast shimmering universe
    Sway as you please in the meadows
    Laden with your sweet fruits and tender flowers

    ูˆู†ุงุฌูŠ ุงู„ู†ุณูŠู… ูˆู†ุงุฌูŠ ุงู„ุบูŠู€ูˆู… = ูˆู†ุงุฌูŠ ุงู„ู†ุฌูˆู… ูˆู†ุงุฌูŠ ุงู„ู‚ู…ู€ุฑ
    ูˆู†ุงุฌู€ูŠ ุงู„ุญูŠู€ุงุฉ ูˆุฃุดูˆุงู‚ู€ู‡ุง = ูˆูุชู†ู€ุฉ ู‡ุฐุง ุงู„ูˆุฌู€ูˆุฏ ุงู„ุฃุบู€ุฑ

    Whisper your gentle love to the breeze and clouds
    Hum soulful tunes to the stars and moon
    Talk to life with the language of your heart
    And commune with the captivating beauty of a unique existence

    ูˆุดู ุงู„ุฏุฌู‰ ุนู† ุฌู…ุงู„ ุนู…ูŠู‚ู = ูŠุดุจ ุงู„ุฎูŠู€ุงู„ ูˆูŠุฐูƒูŠ ุงู„ููƒุฑ
    ูˆู…ูุฏู‘ูŽ ุนูŽู„ูŽู‰ ุงู„ู’ูƒูŽูˆู’ู†ู ุณูุญู’ุฑูŒ ุบูŽุฑููŠุจูŒ = ูŠูุตูŽู€ุฑู‘ูููู‡ู ุณูŽู€ุงุญูู€ุฑูŒ ู…ูู‚ู’ู€ุชูŽุฏูุฑ

    Darkness, too, revealed a hidden charm
    Stirring the imagination, inspiring thoughts
    A strange mystic harmony engulfed the universe
    Skillfully manipulating it as an ingenious magician

    ูˆูŽุถูŽุงุกูŽุชู’ ุดูู…ููˆุนู ุงู„ู†ู‘ูุฌููˆู…ู ุงู„ูˆูุถูŽุงุก = ูˆูŽุถูŽุงุนูŽ ุงู„ุจูŽุฎููˆุฑู ุŒ ุจูŽุฎููˆุฑู ุงู„ุฒู‘ูŽู‡ูŽุฑ
    ูˆูŽุฑูŽูู’ุฑูŽููŽ ุฑููˆุญูŒ ุบูŽุฑููŠุจู ุงู„ุฌูŽู…ูŽุงู„ู = ุจูุฃูŽุฌู’ู†ูุญูŽู€ุฉู ู…ูู†ู’ ุถููŠูŽุงุกู ุงู„ู’ู‚ูŽู…ูŽู€ุฑ

    Candles of glittering stars were lit all
    The sweet perfume of flowers wafted about
    A spirit of strange beauty fluttered by
    With wings made of moonbeams bright

    ูˆูŽุฑูŽู†ู‘ูŽ ู†ูŽุดููŠุฏู ุงู„ู’ุญูŽูŠูŽุงุฉู ุงู„ู’ู…ูู‚ูŽู€ุฏู‘ูŽุณู = ููŠ ู‡ูŽูŠู’ูƒูŽู€ู„ู ุญูŽุงู„ูู…ู ู‚ูŽุฏู’ ุณูู€ุญูุฑ
    ูˆูŽุฃูŽุนู’ู„ูŽู†ูŽ ููŠ ุงู„ู’ูƒูŽูˆู’ู†ู ุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽ ุงู„ุทู‘ูู…ููˆุญูŽ = ู„ูŽู‡ููŠุจู ุงู„ู’ุญูŽูŠูŽู€ุงุฉู ูˆูŽุฑููˆุญู ุงู„ุธู‘ูŽููŽู€ุฑ
    ุฅูุฐูŽุง ุทูŽู…ูŽุญูŽุชู’ ู„ูู„ู’ุญูŽูŠูŽุงุฉู ุงู„ู†ู‘ููููˆุณู = ูŽู„ุง ุจูุฏู‘ูŽ ุฃูŽู†ู’ ูŠูŽุณู’ุชูŽุฌููŠุจูŽ ุงู„ู’ู‚ูŽู€ุฏูŽุฑู’

    The sacred song of life rang out
    Within a dreaming, charmed temple
    Announcing this truth to the whole universe
    Aspiration is the fuel and flame of life
    The spirit and stamina of victory
    Yea, when souls aspire
    For a worthy and noble existence
    The Fates will accordingly respond

      1. Thank you, Hiba! Glad you like the translation.

  7. The introduction to the translation of ุฅุฐุง ุงู„ุดุนุจ ูŠูˆู…ุงู‹ ุฃุฑุงุฏ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ was not meant to be posted here along with the translation. Since I was unable to edit the post, I would like to ask that that introduction be deleted, if possible. Thank you.

    1. Done. Thanks for your contribution, ู…ุญู…ูˆุฏ!

      1. Dear mlynxqualey
        Many thanks for deleting the inadvertently posted introduction. Kind regards

  8. ู‚ู„ุจ ุงู„ุฃู… ู„ุฃุจูŠ ุงู„ู‚ุงุณู… ุงู„ุดุงุจูŠ

    A Motherโ€™s Heart
    By Abul-Qassim Al-Chabbi

    ุงู„ุชุฑุฌู…ุฉ: ู…ุญู…ูˆุฏ ุนุจุงุณ ู…ุณุนูˆุฏ
    Translated by: Mahmoud Abbas Masoud

    ูŠุง ุฃูŠู‡ุง ุงู„ุทูู„ู ุงู„ุฐูŠุŒ ู‚ุฏ ูƒุงู†ูŽ ูƒุงู„ู„ุญู† ุงู„ุฌู…ูŠู„ู’
    ูˆุงู„ูˆุฑุฏุฉู ุงู„ุจูŠุถุงุกู ุชุนุจู‚ู ููŠ ุบูŠุงุจุงุช ุงู„ุฃุตูŠู„ู’
    ูŠุง ุฃูŠู‡ุง ุงู„ุทูู„ู ุงู„ุฐูŠุŒ ู‚ุฏ ูƒุงู† ููŠ ู‡ุฐุง ุงู„ูˆุฌูˆุฏู’
    ูุฑูุญุงู‹ ูŠู†ุงุฌูŠ ูุชู†ุฉ ูŽ ุงู„ุฏู†ูŠุง ุจู…ุนุณูˆู„ู ุงู„ู†ุดูŠุฏู’

    O dear child, whose life was a charming melody,
    A pure white rose, wafting its fragrance at colorful sunsets!
    O dear child, who so happily lived in this world;
    Celebrating lifeโ€™s beauty with your sweet songs.

    ู‡ุง ุฃู†ุชูŽ ุฐุง ู‚ุฏ ุฃุทุจู‚ุชู’ ุฌูŽูู†ูŠูƒูŽ ุฃุญู„ุงู…ู ุงู„ู…ู†ูˆู†ู’
    ูˆุชุทุงูŠุฑุชู’ ุฒู…ุฑู ุงู„ู…ู„ุงุฆููƒุŒ ุญูˆู„ูŽ ู…ุถุฌุนูƒูŽ ุงู„ุฃู…ูŠู†ู’
    ูˆู…ุถุชู’ ุจุฑูˆุญููƒูŽ ู„ู„ุณู…ุงุกูุŒ ุนุฑุงุฆุณู ุงู„ู†ูˆุฑู ุงู„ุญุจูŠุจู’
    ูŠุญู…ู„ู†ูŽ ุชูŠุฌุงู†ุงู‹ ู…ุฐู‡ู‘ุจุฉ ุŒ ู…ู† ุงู„ุฒู‡ุฑ ุงู„ุบุฑูŠุจู’

    The dreams of death have now tenderly closed your eyelids,
    A Host of angels gathered โ€˜round your quiet deathbed;
    Nymphs of glorious light carried your soul into heaven,
    With golden crowns, of rare flowers fashioned.

    ู‡ุง ุฃู†ุชูŽ ุฐุง ู‚ุฏ ุฌู„ู„ุชูƒูŽ ุณูƒูŠู†ุฉ ุงู„ุฃุจุฏู ุงู„ูƒุจูŠุฑู’
    ูˆุจูƒุชูƒูŽ ู‡ุงุชูŠูƒูŽ ุงู„ู‚ู„ูˆุจูุŒ ูˆุถู…ู‘ูƒูŽ ุงู„ู‚ุจุฑู ุงู„ุตุบูŠุฑู’
    ูˆุชูุฑู‘ู‚ูŽ ุงู„ู†ุงุณู ุงู„ุฐูŠู† ุฅู„ู‰ ุงู„ู…ู‚ุงุจุฑู ุดูŠู‘ุนูˆูƒู’
    ูˆู†ุณูˆูƒูŽ ู…ู† ุฏู†ูŠุงู‡ู…ูุŒ ุญุชู‰ ูƒุฃู†ู’ ู„ู… ูŠุนุฑููˆูƒู’

    The mysterious stillness of vast eternity surrounded you,
    Hearts wept your departure; the little tomb embraced your body.
    People who ushered you to the cemetery soon dispersed,
    Later to forget you entirely,
    As if never knew you before.

    ุดุบู„ุชู‡ู…ู ุนู†ูƒูŽ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ ูˆุญุฑุจู ู‡ุฐูŠ ุงู„ูƒุงุฆู†ุงุชู’
    ุฅู† ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉูŽ ูˆู‚ุฏ ู‚ุถูŠุชูŽ ู‚ุจูŠู„ูŽ ู…ุนุฑูุฉู ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉู’
    ุจุญุฑูŒ ู‚ุฑุงุฑุชู‡ู ุงู„ุฑุฏู‰ุŒ ูˆู†ุดูŠุฏู ู„ุฌู‘ุชู‡ู ุดูŽูƒุงุฉู’
    ูˆุนู„ู‰ ุดูˆุงุทุฆู‡ู ุงู„ู‚ู„ูˆุจูุŒ ุชุฆู†ู‘ูุŒ ุฏุงู…ูŠุฉู‹ ุนูุฑุงุฉู’
    ุจุญุฑูŒ ุชุฌูŠุดู ุจู‡ ุงู„ุนูˆุงุตูู ููŠ ุงู„ุนุดูŠู‘ุฉู ูˆุงู„ุบุฏุงุฉู’
    ูˆุชู€ูุธู„ู‡ู ุณูุญูุจู ุงู„ุธู„ุงู…ูุŒ ูู„ุง ุณูƒูˆู†ูŽ ูˆู„ุง ุฅูŠุงุฉู’

    They forgot you, distracted by life and the struggle for existence,
    You have exited this world ere knowing what life is about.
    It is a Mighty Ocean: its abysmal depth, death,
    The song of its billows, suffering.
    By its shores, bleeding and naked hearts wail.
    It is an ocean where storms ever rage, evening and morn,
    An ocean shrouded by dark clouds; bereft of peace and light.

    ู†ุณูŠูŽุชูƒูŽ ุฃู…ูˆุงุฌู ุงู„ุจุญูŠุฑุฉู ูˆุงู„ู†ุฌูˆู…ู ุงู„ู„ุงู…ุนู‡ู’
    ูˆุงู„ุจู„ุจู„ู ุงู„ุดุงุฏูŠุŒ ูˆู‡ุงุชูŠูƒูŽ ุงู„ู…ุฑูˆุฌู ุงู„ุดุงุณุนู‡ู’
    ูˆุฌุฏุงูˆู„ู ุงู„ูˆุงุฏูŠ ุงู„ู†ุถูŠุฑุŒ ุจุฑู‚ุตู‡ุง ูˆุฎุฑูŠุฑู‡ุง
    ูˆู…ุณุงู„ูƒู ุงู„ุฌุจู„ู ุงู„ุตุบูŠุฑูุŒ ุจุนุดุจู‡ุง ูˆุฒู‡ูˆุฑู‡ุง

    Waves of the lake and the glittering stars have forgotten you,
    So did the singing nightingale and the stretching meadows.
    Murmuring brooks, dancing in the lush valley, no longer remembered you,
    The flowery, hilly green paths, failed to recall you to memory.

    ุญุชู‰ ุงู„ุฑูุงู‚ู ูุฅู†ู‡ู…ู’ุŒ ู„ุจุซูˆุง ู…ุฏู‰ู‹ ูŠุชุณุงุกู„ูˆู†ู’
    ููŠ ุญูŠุฑุฉู ู…ุดุจูˆุจุฉูุŒ ุฃูŠู†ูŽ ุงุฎุชูู‰ ู‡ุฐุง ุงู„ุฃู…ูŠู†ู’ุŸ!
    ู„ูƒู†ู‡ู…ู’ ุนู„ูู…ูˆุง ุจุฃู†ูƒูŽุŒ ููŠ ุงู„ู„ูŠุงู„ูŠ ุงู„ุฏุงุฌูŠู‡ู’
    ุญู…ู„ุชูƒูŽ ุบูŠู„ุงู†ู ุงู„ุธู„ุงู…ูุŒ ุฅู„ู‰ ุงู„ุฌุจุงู„ ุงู„ู†ุงุฆูŠู‡ู’

    Your playmates wondered what happened to you;
    Eagerly asked: Where might our faithful friend be now?
    Yet, they realized that on a lightless night,
    The ghouls of darkness carried you far away, to the remote mountains.

    ูู†ุณูˆูƒูŽ ู…ุซู„ูŽ ุงู„ู†ุงุณุŒ ูˆุงู†ุตุฑููˆุง ุฅู„ู‰ ุงู„ู„ู‡ูˆ ุงู„ุฌู…ูŠู„ู’
    ุจูŠู†ูŽ ุงู„ุฎู…ุงุฆู„ู ูˆุงู„ุฌุฏุงูˆู„ูุŒ ูˆุงู„ุฑูˆุงุจูŠ ูˆุงู„ุณู‡ูˆู„ู’
    ูˆู†ุณูˆุง ูˆุฏุงุนุฉูŽ ูˆุฌู‡ูƒูŽ ุงู„ู‡ุงุฏูŠ ูˆู…ู†ุธุฑูƒูŽ ุงู„ูˆุณูŠู…ู’
    ูˆู†ุณูˆุง ุชุบู†ูŠูƒูŽ ุงู„ุฌู…ูŠู„ูŽ ุจุตูˆุชูƒูŽ ุงู„ุญูู„ูˆ ุงู„ุฑุฎูŠู…ู’

    Soon, like others, they forgot you too,
    Indulging themselves in sportive playfulness
    โ€˜Midst streams and meadows, hills and pastures.
    They forgot the meekness of your innocent face,
    Your serene countenance, your gentle mien.
    Yea, they forgot the lovely songs
    uttered by your soft and sweet voice.

    ูˆู…ุถูˆุง ุฅู„ู‰ ุงู„ู…ุฑุฌ ุงู„ุจู‡ูŠุฌุŒ ูŠุทุงุฑุฏูˆู†ูŽ ุทูŠูˆุฑู‡ู
    ูˆูŠุฒุญุฒุญูˆู† ุตุฎูˆุฑู‡ูุŒ ูˆูŠุนุงุจุซูˆู†ูŽ ุฒู‡ูˆุฑู‡ู
    ูˆูŠุดูŠุฏูˆู†ูŽ ู…ู† ุงู„ุฑู…ุงู„ู ุงู„ุจูŠุถู ูˆุงู„ุญุตุจู ุงู„ู†ุถูŠุฑู’
    ุบุฑูŽูุงู‹ ูˆุฃูƒูˆุงุฎุงู‹ ุชูƒู„ู„ู‡ุง ุงู„ุญุดุงุฆุดู ูˆุงู„ุฒู‡ูˆุฑู’

    They sought the gladsome fields, chasing birds;
    Moving rocks, plucking flowers;
    Building rooms and huts of white sand and pebbles,
    Patching them with green grasses, tender blossoms.

    ูˆูŠู†ุถู‘ุฏูˆู† ู…ู† ุงู„ุฑุจู‰ุŒ ุจูŠู†ูŽ ุงู„ุชุถุงุญูƒู ูˆุงู„ุญุจูˆุฑู’
    ุทุงู‚ุงุชู ูˆุฑุฏู ุขุจุฏูุŒ ุชุฒุฑูŠ ุจุฃูˆุฑุงุฏู ุงู„ู‚ุตูˆุฑู’
    ูŠู„ู‚ูˆู†ู‡ุง ููŠ ุงู„ู†ู‡ุฑูุŒ ู‚ุฑุจุงู†ุงู‹ ู„ุขู„ู‡ุฉ ุงู„ุณุฑูˆุฑ
    ูุชุณูŠุฑู ููŠ ุงู„ุชูŠุงุฑู ุฑุงู‚ุตุฉ ู‹ ุนู„ู‰ ู†ุบู… ุงู„ุฎุฑูŠุฑู’

    Between laughter and joyfulness,
    They weave garlands of wild flowers,
    Infinitely lovelier than roses grown in palace gardens.
    They toss them in the river; a sacrifice to the goddess of gladness.
    The current carries them along,
    Dancing to the undertone of the rushing waters.

    ูƒู„ู‘ูŒ ู†ุณูˆูƒูŽ ูˆู„ู… ูŠุนูˆุฏูˆุง ูŠุฐูƒุฑูˆู†ูƒูŽ ููŠ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉู’
    ูˆุงู„ุฏู‡ุฑู ูŠุฏูู†ู ููŠ ุธู„ุงู… ุงู„ู…ูˆุชู ุญุชู‰ ุงู„ุฐูƒุฑูŠุงุชู’
    ุฅู„ุงู‘ ูุคุงุฏุงู‹ ุธู„ู‘ูŽ ูŠุฎูู‚ู ููŠ ุงู„ูˆุฌูˆุฏู ุฅู„ู‰ ู„ู‚ุงูƒู’
    ูˆูŠูŽูˆุฏู‘ู ู„ูˆ ุจุฐู„ูŽ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉูŽ ุฅู„ู‰ ุงู„ู…ู†ูŠุฉู ูˆุงูุชุฏุงูƒู’

    They all forgot you, never remembering you again;
    Time buries, even memories, in the gloom of death.
    Yes, all forgot, save one lonely heart;
    That never ceased to throb in hopes of meeting you again.
    A heart that so often wished to have sacrificed its own life,
    As an offering to death, so that your life may be spared.

    ูุฅุฐุง ุฑุฃู‰ ุทูู„ุงู‹ ุจูƒุงูƒูŽุŒ ูˆุฅู† ุฑุฃู‰ ุดุจุญุงู‹ ุฏุนุงูƒู’
    ูŠุตุบูŠ ู„ุตูˆุชูƒูŽ ููŠ ุงู„ูˆุฌูˆุฏู ูˆู„ุง ูŠุฑู‰ ุฅู„ุง ุจู‡ุงูƒู’
    ูŠุตุบูŠ ู„ู†ุบู…ุชูƒูŽ ุงู„ุฌู…ูŠู„ุฉู ููŠ ุฎุฑูŠุฑ ุงู„ุณุงู‚ูŠู‡ู’
    ููŠ ุฑู†ุฉู ุงู„ู…ุฒู…ุงุฑูุŒ ููŠ ู„ุบูˆ ุงู„ุทูŠูˆุฑ ุงู„ุดุงุฏูŠู‡ู’

    Weeping, when seeing a child,
    Calling your name, when spotting a phantom.
    Listening to your familiar voice in Natureโ€™s many voices;
    Never relishing a beauty, save your own charm.
    It listens to your lovely tune in murmuring brooks,
    In doleful strains of flutes
    In the chirp and chatter of birds.

    ููŠ ุถุฌุฉู ุงู„ุจุญุฑู ุงู„ู…ุฌู„ุฌู„ูุŒ ููŠ ู‡ุฏูŠุฑู ุงู„ุนุงุตูู‡ู’
    ููŠ ู„ุฌุฉู ุงู„ุบุงุจุงุชูุŒ ููŠ ุตูˆุชู ุงู„ุฑุนูˆุฏู ุงู„ู‚ุงุตูู‡ู’
    ููŠ ู†ุบูŠุฉู ุงู„ุญู…ู„ู ุงู„ูˆุฏูŠุนูุŒ ูˆููŠ ุฃู†ุงุดูŠุฏู ุงู„ุฑุนุงุฉู’
    ุจูŠู† ุงู„ู…ุฑูˆุฌู ุงู„ุฎุถุฑูุŒ ูˆุงู„ุณูุญู ุงู„ู…ุฌู„ู„ู ุจุงู„ู†ุจุงุชู’

    In the seaโ€™s mighty roar, the booming of storms,
    In the heart of the forest, in resounding thunders
    In the soft bleats of gentle lambs, in songs of the shepherds;
    Among grassy meadows, amidst green, rolling hills.

    ููŠ ุขู‡ุฉู ุงู„ุดุงูƒูŠ ูˆุถูˆุถุงุกู ุงู„ุฌู…ูˆุน ุงู„ุตุงุฎุจู‡ู’
    ููŠ ุดู‡ู‚ุฉู ุงู„ุจุงูƒูŠ ูŠุคุฌุฌู‡ุง ู†ูˆุงุญู ุงู„ู†ุงุฏุจู‡ู’
    ููŠ ูƒู„ู‘ ุฃุตูˆุงุชู ุงู„ูˆุฌูˆุฏูุŒ ุทุฑูˆุจู€ูู‡ุง ูˆูƒุฆูŠุจู€ูู‡ุง
    ูˆุฑุฎูŠู…ู‡ุง ูˆุนู†ูŠูู‡ุงุŒ ูˆุจุบูŠุถู‡ุงุŒ ูˆุญุจูŠุจู‡ุง

    In the wistful sighs of the sorrowful, the commotion of the crowds;
    In the sobbing cries of distressed souls;
    Made more poignant by othersโ€™ wails.
    In every sound uttered or heard; blithesome or grievous,
    Mellow or sharp-toned, disagreeable or harmonious.

    ูˆูŠุฑุงูƒูŽ ููŠ ุตูˆุฑู ุงู„ุทุจูŠุนุฉูุŒ ุญู„ูˆู‡ุง ูˆุฐู…ูŠู…ู‡ุง
    ูˆุญุฒูŠู†ู‡ุง ูˆุจู‡ูŠุฌู‡ุงุŒ ูˆุญู‚ูŠุฑู‡ุงุŒ ูˆุนุธูŠู…ู‡ุง
    ููŠ ุฑู‚ุฉ ุงู„ูุฌุฑู ุงู„ูˆุฏูŠุนูุŒ ูˆููŠ ุงู„ู„ูŠุงู„ูŠ ุงู„ุญุงู„ู…ู‡ู’
    ููŠ ูุชู†ุฉ ุงู„ุดูู‚ ุงู„ุจุฏูŠุนูุŒ ูˆููŠ ุงู„ู†ุฌูˆู…ู ุงู„ุจุงุณู…ู‡ู’

    It sees you in all forms of nature, sweet and unlovely,
    Sad and jovial, insignificant and grand.
    In the softness of dawn; the dreamy nights,
    The glory of sunsets, the smiling stars.

    ููŠ ุฑู‚ุตู ุฃู…ูˆุงุฌ ุงู„ุจุญูŠุฑุฉูุŒ ุชุญุชูŽ ุฃุถูˆุงุก ุงู„ู†ุฌูˆู…ู’
    ููŠ ุณุญุฑู ุฃุฒู‡ุงุฑู ุงู„ุฑุจูŠุนูุŒ ูˆููŠ ุชู‡ุงูˆูŠู„ ุงู„ุบูŠูˆู…ู’
    ููŠ ู„ู…ุนุฉ ุงู„ุจุฑู‚ู ุงู„ุฎููˆู‚ูุŒ ูˆููŠ ู‡ูˆู‘ูŠ ุงู„ุตุงุนู‚ู‡ู’
    ููŠ ุฐู„ุฉ ุงู„ูˆุงุฏูŠุŒ ูˆููŠ ูƒูุจู’ุฑ ุงู„ุฌุจุงู„ู ุงู„ุดุงู‡ู‚ู‡ู’

    It beholds you in dancing waves of the lake,
    Beneath the faint light of distant stars.
    In the beauty of spring flowers, the sailing clouds.
    In flashes of lightning, the clamor of thunderstorm,
    In the humbleness of valleys,
    And the loftiness of towering peaks.

    ููŠ ู…ุดู‡ุฏ ุงู„ุบุงุจู ุงู„ูƒุฆูŠุจู ูˆููŠ ุงู„ูˆุฑูˆุฏ ุงู„ุบุงูˆูŠู‡ู’
    ููŠ ุธู„ู…ุฉู ุงู„ู„ูŠู„ู ุงู„ุญุฒูŠู†ูุŒ ูˆููŠ ุงู„ูƒู‡ูˆูู ุงู„ุนุงุฑูŠู‡ู’
    ุฃุนุฑูุชูŽ ู‡ุฐุง ุงู„ู‚ู„ุจูŽ ููŠ ุธู„ู…ุงุกู ู‡ุงุชูŠูƒูŽ ุงู„ู„ุญูˆุฏู’
    ู‡ูˆ ู‚ู„ุจู ุฃู…ู‘ูƒุŒ ุฃู…ูƒูŽ ุงู„ุณูƒุฑู‰ ุจุฃุญุฒุงู† ุงู„ูˆุฌูˆุฏู’

    In somber scenes of the timberland, in enchanted roses,
    In cheerless darkness of nighttime, in bare caves.
    Now, do you know whose heart it is,
    That haunts yonder dark graves?
    It is the heart of your Mother,
    Whom lifeโ€™s sorrows have heavily intoxicated.

    ู‡ูˆ ุฐู„ูƒูŽ ุงู„ู‚ู„ุจู ุงู„ุฐูŠ ุณูŠุนูŠุดู ูƒุงู„ุดุงุฏูŠ ุงู„ุถุฑูŠุฑู’
    ูŠุดุฏูˆ ุจุดูƒูˆู‰ ุญุฒู†ู‡ู ุงู„ุฏุงุฌูŠ ุฅู„ู‰ ุงู„ู†ูู€ูŽุณ ุงู„ุฃุฎูŠุฑู’
    ู„ุง ุฑุจู‘ุฉ ุงู„ู†ุณูŠุงู†ู ุชุฑุญู… ุญุฒู†ู‡ูุŒ ูˆุชุฑู‰ ุดู‚ุงู‡ู’
    ูƒู„ุงุŒ! ูˆู„ุง ุงู„ุฃูŠุงู…ู ุชู€ูุจู„ูŠ ููŠ ุฃู†ุงู…ู„ู‡ุง ุฃุณุงู‡ู’
    ุฅู„ุงู‘ ุฅุฐุง ุถูุฑุชู’ ู„ู‡ ุงู„ุฃู‚ุฏุงุฑู ุฅูƒู„ูŠู„ูŽ ุงู„ุฌู†ูˆู†ู’
    ูˆุบุฏุง ุดู‚ูŠู‘ุงู‹ ุถุงุญูƒุงู‹ุŒ ุชู„ู‡ูˆ ุจู…ุฑุขู‡ู ุงู„ุณู†ูˆู†ู’

    It is a Heart that will live as a blind bard,
    Ever caroling his plaintive songs, to the very last breath.
    Neither the goddess of forgetfulness takes pity on its grief,
    Nor the days soothe its cheerlessness away;
    Unless the Fates weave a garland of madness for that heart,
    Making it a laughing miserable;
    A clown entertaining the years.

    ู‡ูˆ ุฐู„ูƒูŽ ุงู„ู‚ู„ุจู ุงู„ุฐูŠ ู…ู‡ู…ุง ุชู‚ู„ุจุชู ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉู’
    ูˆุชุฏูู€ู‘ุนูŽ ุงู„ุฒู…ู†ู ุงู„ู…ุฏู…ุฏู…ู ููŠ ุดูุนุงุจ ุงู„ูƒุงุฆู†ุงุชู’
    ูˆุชุบู†ู€ู‘ุช ุงู„ุฏู†ูŠุง ูˆุบุฑู‘ุฏูŽ ุจู„ุจู„ู ุงู„ุบุงุจ ุงู„ุฌู…ูŠู„ู’
    ุณูŠุธู„ ูŠุนุจุฏู ุฐูƒุฑูŠุงุชูƒูุŒ ู„ุง ูŠู…ู„ู‘ู ูˆู„ุง ูŠู…ูŠู„ู’

    It is that faithful heart,
    That remains unchanged, ever dwelling on your memories;
    Regardless how lifeโ€™s circumstances change,
    No matter whether Nature sings,
    Or birds of the woods joyfully whistle
    That heart remains constant, ever doting on you.

    ูƒุงู„ุฃุฑุถู ุชู…ุดูŠ ููˆู‚ ุชุฑุจุชู‡ุง ุงู„ู…ุณุฑู‘ุฉู ูˆุงู„ุดุจุงุจู’
    ูˆุงู„ู„ูŠู„ู ูˆุงู„ูุฌุฑู ุงู„ู…ุฌู†ู‘ุญุŒ ูˆุงู„ุนูˆุงุตูู ูˆุงู„ุณุญุงุจู’
    ูˆุงู„ุญุจู‘ู ุชู†ุจุชู ููŠ ู…ูˆุงุทู†ู‡ู ุงู„ุดู‚ุงุฆู‚ู ูˆุงู„ูˆุฑูˆุฏู’
    ูˆุงู„ู…ูˆุชู ูŠุญูุฑู ุฃูŠู†ู…ุงุŒ ูŠุฎุทูˆ ุงู„ู…ู‚ุงุจุฑูŽ ูˆุงู„ู„ุญูˆุฏู’

    Like the earth, on which stroll joy and youthfulness,
    Like the night, the winged dawn, the gales, the clouds;
    The love in whose soil grows anemones and blossoms,
    Like the death, that digs graves wherever it roams.

    ูˆุชู…ุฑู‘ู ุจูŠู† ูุฌุงุฌู‡ุง ุงู„ู„ุฐุงุชู ุญุงู„ู…ุฉูŒ ุชู…ูŠุฏู’
    ุณูƒุฑู‰ ูˆุฃุดูˆุงู‚ู ุงู„ูˆุฑู‰ุŒ ุชุฑู†ูˆ ุฅู„ู‰ ุงู„ุฃูู‚ ุงู„ุจุนูŠุฏู’
    ูˆุชุธู„ู ุชุฑู‚ุตู ู„ู„ุฃุณู‰ุŒ ู„ู„ู‘ู‡ูˆู ุฃุดุจุงุญ ุงู„ุฏู‡ูˆุฑู’
    ุญุชู‰ ูŠูˆุงุฑูŠู‡ุง ุถุจุงุจู ุงู„ู…ูˆุชู ููŠ ูˆุงุฏูŠ ุงู„ุฏุซูˆุฑู’

    Pleasures walk its roads, dreaming and swaying,
    Inebriated by humanityโ€™s longings, gazing into the far horizon;
    Ever dancing to sorrow, to entertain eternityโ€™s spirits,
    Until fogs of death lay it to rest, in the vault of oblivion.

    ูˆุชุธู„ู ุชูˆุฑู‚ู ุซู… ุชุฒู‡ุฑุŒ ุซู… ูŠู†ุดุฑู‡ุง ุงู„ุตุจุงุญู’
    ู„ู„ู…ูˆุชูุŒ ู„ู„ุดูˆูƒู ุงู„ู…ู…ุฒู‘ู‚ุŒ ู„ู„ุฌุฏุงูˆู„ูุŒ ู„ู„ุฑูŠุงุญู’
    ุจุณู…ุงุชู ุซุบุฑู ุญุงู„ู…ูุŒ ูŠูุชุฑู‘ู ููŠ ุณู‡ูˆ ุงู„ุณุฑูˆุฑู’
    ูˆูˆุฑูˆุฏู ุฑูˆุถู ุจุงุณู…ูุŒ ูŠูŒุตุบูŠ ู„ุฃู„ุญุงู†ู ุงู„ุทูŠูˆุฑู’

    It will ever leaf and bloom;
    Morning will unfold its petals
    An offering to death, to thorns, to brooks, to the winds.
    Sheer smiles of dreamy lips, that part in moments of joy;
    Roses of bright gardens that harken to bird songs.

    ูˆุชุธู„ู ุชุฎูู‚ูุŒ ุซู… ุชุดุฏูˆุŒ ุซู… ูŠุทูˆูŠู‡ุง ุงู„ุชุฑุงุจู’
    ู‚ู€ูุจูŽู„ูŒ ูˆุฃุทูŠุงุฑูŒ ุชุบุฑุฏู ู„ู„ุญูŠุงุฉู ูˆู„ู„ุดุงุจู’
    ูˆุชุธู„ู ุชู…ุดูŠ ููŠ ุฌูˆุงุฑ ุงู„ู…ูˆุชู ุฃูุฑุงุญู ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉู’
    ูˆูŠุบุฑุฏู ุงู„ุดุญุฑูˆุฑู ู…ุง ุจูŠู†ูŽ ุงู„ุฌู…ุงุฌู…ู ูˆุงู„ุฑูุงุชู’

    It will ever throb and sing until buried beneath the sod,
    Kisses and birds joyously sing to life and youth.
    The joys of life will ever walk close to death,
    The songbird will warble among human remains.

    ูˆุงู„ุฃุฑุถู ุญุงู„ู…ุฉูŒ ุชุบู†ูŠุŒ ุจูŠู† ุฃุณุฑุงุจ ุงู„ู†ุฌูˆู…ู’
    ุฃู†ุดูˆุฏุฉ ุงู„ู…ุงุถูŠ ุงู„ุจุนูŠุฏุŒ ูˆุณูˆุฑุฉ ุงู„ุฃุฒู„ ุงู„ู‚ุฏูŠู…ู’

    And the dreamy earth will chant amid the countless stars,
    Recalling the distant past, celebrating hoary eternity.

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