كُلَّماwhenever أَبَّنتُI eulogized مُنتَجبيmy chosen one
كُلَّما أَبَّنتُ مُنتَجبي
زادَنيmade me more تَأبينُهُeulogizing him لَهَجاardent attachment
زادَني تَأبينُهُ لَهَجا
Whenever I eulogize my chosen one,
Whenever I eulogize my chosen one,
Whenever I mourn my beloved
Whenever I eulogize my chosen one,
eulogizing him only increases my ardor.
Eulogizing him deepens my longing.
His elegy makes me more eloquent
The act of mourning him only deepens my fervor.
وَبَنوand the sons ذاthis الدَّهرِage كُلُّهُمُall of them
وَبَنو ذا الدَّهرِ كُلُّهُمُ
لَوif رَآهُمhe saw them مادِحٌa praise-poet لَهَجاhe would surely satirize
لَو رَآهُم مادِحٌ لَهَجا
And all the sons of this age—
And all the sons of this age—
And the people of this age, all of them
And as for all the sons of this era,
a panegyrist, seeing them, would wax impassioned.
If a praise-poet saw them, he would surely satirize them.
Had a praiser seen them, he would have been eloquent
If a praiser viewed them, he would falter in speech.
وَلَديmy son نالَattained الرِّضاfavor وَرَأىand considered
وَلَدي نالَ الرِّضا وَرَأى
خَلَديmy heart ماwhat نالَهُbefell him فَرَجاrelief
خَلَدي ما نالَهُ فَرَجا
My son attained divine favor; and my heart
My son attained favor, and it seemed
My son attained contentment and saw
My son has attained Divine favor, and my soul
saw in what befell him a deliverance.
To my heart that what befell him was relief.
My eternity what he attained hoping
Perceived what he attained as a merciful release.
ضِقتُI was overwhelmed ذرعاًin endurance مِنby رَزِيّتهthe loss of him
ضِقتُ ذرعاً مِن رَزِيّته
رَبِّmy Lord فَاِجعَلso grant مِنكَfrom You ليfor me فَرَجاrelief
رَبِّ فَاِجعَل مِنكَ لي فَرَجا
I can no longer bear the calamity of losing him.
I could not bear the calamity of losing him.
I felt distressed from his tragedy
I am suffocated by the magnitude of his tragedy;
Lord, grant me relief from You.
My Lord, then let relief come to me from You.
O Lord make for me from You relief
O Lord, grant me a deliverance from Your presence.
راعِفٌbleeding from the nose مِمّاbecause of what جَرىflowed دَمُهُhis blood
راعِفٌ مِمّا جَرى دَمُهُ
حَسِبواthey thought عرنينَهُhis nose وَدَجاa jugular vein
حَسِبوا عرنينَهُ وَدَجا
His blood gushes at all that has happened—
His blood streamed so freely from his nose
A slaughtered from what his blood flowed
Bleeding profusely as his lifeblood poured forth,
they mistook his nose-bridge for a jugular vein.
That they thought his nose a jugular vein.
They thought his groaning was mumbling
They mistook the bridge of his nose for a gushing vein.
بِأَبيwith my father as ransom ريحانَةa basil sprig ذَبُلتit withered
بِأَبي ريحانَة ذَبُلت
جَلَّgrew great عِنديto me خَطبُهاits calamity وَدَجاand grew dark
جَلَّ عِندي خَطبُها وَدَجا
My father be ransom for a fragrant blossom that withered;
May my father be ransom for a basil sprig that withered;
By my father Rayhana has wilted
I would ransom with my father a sweet basil that has withered,
grievous to me was its loss—and darkness fell.
Its calamity loomed vast and dark to me.
His talk when brought up has great weight
Whose loss is grievous to me, and has cast a darkness.
Sol 6.1