أَتعَبَنيhas wearied me بَعدَكَafter you البَقاءliving on
أَتعَبَني بَعدَكَ البَقاء
وَفيand in وَفاتيmy death لَكَto you الوَفاءُfidelity
وَفي وَفاتي لَكَ الوَفاءُ
Life after you has wearied me;
Living on after you has wearied me,
Remaining after you has worn me down, and in my death alone lies loyalty to you.
and in my death lies faithfulness to you.
and in my death lies fidelity to you.
You have perished, and the consoler begins his plea that patience and solace be found.
أَودَيتyou perished فَاِستَفتَحso began المُعَزّيthe consoler
أَودَيت فَاِستَفتَح المُعَزّي
أَنthat يحسنَmay be good الصَبرُpatience وَالعَزاءُand consolation
أَن يحسنَ الصَبرُ وَالعَزاءُ
You perished, and then the consoler began
You perished; the consoler began:
The gravest of calamities is the parting of a beloved who was, for my sickness, the very cure.
by saying that patience and consolation are good.
“May patience and consolation be good.”
An age has turned dark that once shone through him; is there any light left after its darkening?
أَجَلُّthe gravest خَطبٍcalamity فِراقُparting from حِبٍّa beloved
أَجَلُّ خَطبٍ فِراقُ حِبٍّ
كانَwas لِسقميfor my sickness هُوَhe himself الشفاءُthe cure
كانَ لِسقمي هُوَ الشفاءُ
The gravest calamity is parting from a beloved
The gravest calamity is parting from a beloved
The month of frost has frozen our waters, save for tears that flow as very blood.
who was himself the cure for my sickness.
who was himself the cure for my sickness.
I wept, and were I but a solid rock, water would have gushed from me for your sake.
أَظلَمَhas darkened دَهرٌan age أَنارَshone مِنهُfrom him
أَظلَمَ دَهرٌ أَنارَ مِنهُ
هَلis there بَعدَafter إِظلامِهِits darkening ضِياءُlight
هَل بَعدَ إِظلامِهِ ضِياءُ
An age has darkened that he once illumined;
An age once lit by him has darkened;
Are you not my heart and the core of my being? Through them both, destiny has struck me.
after its darkening, can there be any light?
is there light after its darkening?
Praise be to God, I offer no objection; whatever God wills is absolute justice.
أَجمَدَfroze أَمواهناour waters جُمادىJumada
أَجمَدَ أَمواهنا جُمادى
أَلاoh, for دُموعاًtears هِيَthey are الدِماءُblood
أَلا دُموعاً هِيَ الدِماءُ
Jumādā has frozen our waters;
Jumada has frozen our waters.
I would have fulfilled the covenants of love, had my own soul been accepted as a ransom for yours.
behold tears—they are blood.
Oh, for tears that are blood!
Alas for him in whom I pinned the hope of my happiness, but misery refused to yield.
بَكىhe wept وَلَوand even if أَنَّنيthat I صَفاةٌa rock
بَكى وَلَو أَنَّني صَفاةٌ
لَفاضَwould gush مِنّيfrom me عَلَيكَover you ماءُwater
لَفاضَ مِنّي عَلَيكَ ماءُ
He wept. And even if I were a hard rock,
He wept; and even if I were a rock,
The blight of our wealth is calamity, and the blight of the world is annihilation.
water would surely flow from me over you.
water would gush from me over you.
Adam faced death though he was the first of creation, and all his children are equal in this fate.
أَلَستَare you not قَلبيmy heart وَخِلبَand the lobe of كَبديmy liver
أَلَستَ قَلبي وَخِلبَ كَبدي
أَصابَنيstruck me فيهِماin them both القَضاءُfate
أَصابَني فيهِما القَضاءُ
Are you not my heart and the core of my liver?
Are you not my heart and my liver's lobe?
What a crescent moon illuminated my night, holding within it both radiance and sublimity.
Fate has struck me in them both.
Fate has struck me in them both.
What a spring season adorned my life, bearing within it both life-giving rain and sweet modesty.
الحَمدُpraise لِلَّهِto God لاno اِعتِراضٌobjection
الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ لا اِعتِراضٌ
عَدلٌjustice مِنَfrom اللَهِGod ماwhatever يَشاءُHe wills
عَدلٌ مِنَ اللَهِ ما يَشاءُ
Praise be to God; I raise no objection.
Praise be to God; there is no objection.
Whatever God wills is justice from Him.
Whatever He wills is justice from God.
أَذِمَّةthe obligations of الحُبِّlove كُنتُI was أَقضيI fulfill
أَذِمَّة الحُبِّ كُنتُ أَقضي
لَوif أَنَّthat نَفسيmy soul لَكَfor you الفِداءُthe ransom
لَو أَنَّ نَفسي لَكَ الفِداءُ
I would have discharged every claim of love,
I would have fulfilled the obligations of love
if only my soul could be your ransom.
if my soul had been your ransom.
آهاًah! عَلىfor مَنthe one whom رَجَوتُI hoped for سَعديmy happiness
آهاً عَلى مَن رَجَوتُ سَعدي
بِهِthrough him وَلكِنand yet أَبىrefused الشَقاءُmisery
بِهِ وَلكِن أَبى الشَقاءُ
Ah, for him through whom I hoped for happiness—
Ah, for the one—I hoped for happiness
but misery would not allow it.
through him, but misery denied it.
آفَةُthe bane of أَموالِناour wealth الرَزاياcalamities
آفَةُ أَموالِنا الرَزايا
وَآفَةُand the bane of العالمِthe world الفَناءُextinction
وَآفَةُ العالمِ الفَناءُ
Calamities are the scourge of our wealth,
Calamities are the bane of our wealth,
and mortality is the scourge of the world.
and extinction is the bane of the world.
آدَمُAdam فيin المَوتِdeath وَهوَand he is بكرٌthe firstborn
آدَمُ في المَوتِ وَهوَ بكرٌ
وَكُلُّand all أَبنائِهِhis children سَواءُequal
وَكُلُّ أَبنائِهِ سَواءُ
Adam, though the first-created, is subject to death,
In death, Adam—though he is the firstborn—
and all his children are alike.
and all his children are equal.
أَيُّwhat a هِلالٍcrescent moon أَنارَlit up لَيليmy night
أَيُّ هِلالٍ أَنارَ لَيلي
كانَwas السَنىradiance فيهِin him وَالسَناءُand glory
كانَ السَنى فيهِ وَالسَناءُ
What a crescent it was that lit my night!
What a crescent moon lit my night!
In him were both radiance and exalted splendor.
In him were radiance and glory.
أَيُّwhat a رَبيعٍspring وَشىembroidered حَياتيmy life
أَيُّ رَبيعٍ وَشى حَياتي
كانَwas الحَياrain فيهِin him وَالحَياءُand modesty
كانَ الحَيا فيهِ وَالحَياءُ
What a spring it was that adorned my life!
What a spring embroidered my life!
In him were life-giving rain and modesty.
In him were rain and modesty.
Partial English translation: 14 of 28 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1