هُوَit الدَهرُTime يُبكيmakes weep إِذاwhen أَضحَكاmade laugh
هُوَ الدَهرُ يُبكي إِذا أَضحَكا
فَماso why لَكَwith you تَضحَكُyou laugh مِمَّنat one who بَكىwept
فَما لَكَ تَضحَكُ مِمَّن بَكى
It is Time that makes one weep when it makes one laugh.
Time weeps when it laughs,
It is Fate that brings tears even as it brings laughter,
Why, then, do you laugh at one who has wept?
So why do you laugh at one who weeps?
So why do you laugh at the one who weeps?
أَيشمتُكَdoes it make you gloat? اليَومَtoday شَكوىa complaint اِمرئٍa man
أَيشمتُكَ اليَومَ شَكوى اِمرئٍ
لَعَلَّكَperhaps you تَشكوwill complain غَداًtomorrow ماwhat شَكاhe complained of
لَعَلَّكَ تَشكو غَداً ما شَكا
Does a man's complaint make you gloat today?
Do you gloat at a man's lament today?
Does the suffering of another man amuse you today?
Perhaps tomorrow you will lament what he lamented.
Perhaps tomorrow you will lament what he laments.
For tomorrow, you may suffer the very fate he mourns.
رَأَيتI saw العِداthe enemies هَلَكواperished فَاِكتَرَثso I was troubled—
رَأَيت العِدا هَلَكوا فَاِكتَرَث
ثُcontinuation of 'I was troubled' وَقُلتُand I said كَذاthus أَرِدُI shall enter المَهلَكاdestruction
ثُ وَقُلتُ كَذا أَرِدُ المَهلَكا
I saw my enemies perish, and was troubled;
I saw my enemies perish, and was glad,
I saw enemies perish, and I was distressed,
and said, 'Thus I too shall meet destruction.'
Saying: thus do I wish the doomed to perish!
Saying, "In this same way, I too shall arrive at death's door."
وَماand not سَرَّنيpleased me العَيشُlife بَعدَafter العِداthe enemies
وَما سَرَّني العَيشُ بَعدَ العِدا
إِذfor المَوتdeath مَنwhoever فاتَهُescaped it أَدرَكاit overtook
إِذ المَوت مَن فاتَهُ أَدرَكا
And life after my enemies brought me no joy,
Yet life held no joy for me without my foes,
Life gave me no joy after my enemies were gone,
for death catches whoever has escaped it.
For death will overtake whomever it misses.
For death overtakes even those who think they have escaped.
إِذاwhen ذكرَreminds المَوتdeath ذاone possessing عبرَةٍdiscernment
إِذا ذكرَ المَوت ذا عبرَةٍ
وَهَمَّand he intended بِغَيرِother than التُقىpiety أَمسَكاhe refrained
وَهَمَّ بِغَيرِ التُقى أَمسَكا
When death reminds one who takes heed,
When death is recalled, let one be moved to piety,
If a tearful man remembers death,
and he intends something other than piety, he refrains.
And hold back from all but righteousness.
And intends a sin, he restrains himself.
أَخوa man of العِزِّhonor مُتَّخِذٌmaking لَيلَهُhis night
أَخو العِزِّ مُتَّخِذٌ لَيلَهُ
نَهاراًa day وَمَنزِلَهُand his home منسَكاa place of worship
نَهاراً وَمَنزِلَهُ منسَكا
The man of honor makes his night
The honorable man makes night his day,
The seeker of true glory turns his night
a day, and his home a place of worship.
His halt his lodging, and his book his ark.
Into day, and his home into a sanctuary.
فَشَرّfor worse مِنَthan المَوتِdeath عَيشٌa life أَذَلّmore abject
فَشَرّ مِنَ المَوتِ عَيشٌ أَذَلّ
وَخَيرٌand better مِنَthan الحُرِّa free man عَبدٌa slave زَكاgrew righteous
وَخَيرٌ مِنَ الحُرِّ عَبدٌ زَكا
For a life of humiliation is worse than death,
Worse than death is a life of degradation,
For a life of humiliation is worse than death,
and a righteous slave is better than a free man.
Better than autonomy, a pious servant.
And a pious slave is nobler than a wicked free man.
تَبيّنُdistinguish مَنone who خانَbetrayed مِمَّنfrom one who وَفىkept faith
تَبيّنُ مَن خانَ مِمَّن وَفى
فَهذاso this one عداهُhe surpassed him وَهذاand this one حَكىhe resembled
فَهذا عداهُ وَهذا حَكى
Distinguish the betrayer from the faithful:
Who kept faith and who betrayed are revealed,
It distinguishes the traitor from the loyal;
the former he surpasses; the latter he resembles.
One you call foe, the other friend.
This one is passed over, while that one tells the tale.
وَربّand many a موالٍbondsman زَكواgrew righteous فَاِغتَدواso became at dawn
وَربّ موالٍ زَكوا فَاِغتَدوا
لِمَنto those who راحَwere at dusk يَملِكُهُمowning them مُلَّكاmasters
لِمَن راحَ يَملِكُهُم مُلَّكا
And many bondsmen grew righteous and at dawn became
How masters flourished, then grew insolent
How many loyal souls were pure, and so became
masters of those who owned them at dusk.
When none reigned over them but upstarts!
Rulers over those who once sought to own them.
فَقادَso led الوَرىmankind الجدُّgood fortune وَهوَand it is التقىpiety
فَقادَ الوَرى الجدُّ وَهوَ التقى
لِعِزِّto the honor of الرِقابِthe necks الَّتيwhich فَكَّكاit unshackled
لِعِزِّ الرِقابِ الَّتي فَكَّكا
Good fortune—piety itself—led mankind
Piety and probity have led the world,
For diligence leads mankind—and that is true piety—
to the honor of the necks it had unshackled.
Unlocking fettered necks thereby.
To the glory of liberating necks from bondage.
وَيوشِكُand is near أَنto يَسقُطَfall المُعتَليone who rises
وَيوشِكُ أَن يَسقُطَ المُعتَلي
بِغَيرِwithout تُقىfear of اللَهِGod أَوor أَوشَكاhas come near
بِغَيرِ تُقى اللَهِ أَو أَوشَكا
And near to falling is one who rises
Soon he who mounted by impiety
The one who climbs high is on the verge of falling,
without fear of God—or he has come near already.
Will fall, or nearly fall.
Without the fear of God—or indeed, he has already begun to fall.
وَمَنand whoever لَمdid not يَكُنbe حَدّهُhis edge جَدُّهhis good fortune
وَمَن لَم يَكُن حَدّهُ جَدُّه
دَهَتهُit struck him الَّتيthat which اِستَأصَلَتuprooted بَرمَكاBarmak
دَهَتهُ الَّتي اِستَأصَلَت بَرمَكا
And he whose edge is not his good fortune
He whose aim was not his ancestor's rectitude
And he whose ambition is not tempered by fortune,
is struck by what uprooted Barmak.
Will stray into the wastes his sins created.
Will be struck by the calamity that uprooted the Barmakids.
خُذtake العُرفَwhat is right وَاِتَّركand leave المُنكراwrongful deeds—
خُذ العُرفَ وَاِتَّرك المُنكرا
تِplural-ending fragment وَاِنظُرand consider لِتَأخُذَso you may take أَوor تَترُكاleave
تِ وَاِنظُر لِتَأخُذَ أَو تَترُكا
Take what is right, and leave wrongful deeds;
Take custom, leave innovation;
Embrace what is righteous and abandon what is evil;
and consider whether to take or leave.
Observe to take or leave.
Look carefully before you choose to take or leave.
وَرُحand go at evening وَاِغدُand go at dawn لِلعِلمِin pursuit of knowledge دَأباًtirelessly تَرِثyou will inherit
وَرُح وَاِغدُ لِلعِلمِ دَأباً تَرِث
بِهِthrough it العِزَّhonor وَالنَسَبَand lineage الأَبرَكاthe most blessed
بِهِ العِزَّ وَالنَسَبَ الأَبرَكا
Go evening and morning in pursuit of knowledge, tirelessly; you will inherit
Exert yourself in quest of knowledge,
Seek knowledge tirelessly, morning and evening, that you may inherit
through it honor and the most blessed lineage.
To gain glory and a noble line.
Through it, glory and the most blessed of lineages.
فَماfor ... is not الكَنزُtreasure إِلّاexcept هُدىguidance عالَمٍa scholar
فَما الكَنزُ إِلّا هُدى عالَمٍ
وَلاand not الفَقرُpoverty إِلّاexcept غِنىwealth أَنوَكاa fool
وَلا الفَقرُ إِلّا غِنى أَنوَكا
For treasure is only a scholar's guidance,
Wealth lies only in the scholar's wisdom,
For true treasure is nothing but the guidance of the learned,
and poverty is only a fool's wealth.
Poverty only in the fool's conceit.
And true poverty is nothing but the wealth of a fool.
هُوَHe اللَهُGod فَاِعتَقدَنَّso firmly believe اليَقينَcertainty
هُوَ اللَهُ فَاِعتَقدَنَّ اليَقينَ
وَخَلّand leave الزَنادِقَةthe heretics الأُفَّكاthe inveterate liars
وَخَلّ الزَنادِقَة الأُفَّكا
He is God; hold fast, then, to certainty,
God is He, so know this certainty
It is Allah—so hold fast to certainty,
and leave the lying heretics.
And leave uncertainty to the deviants.
And abandon the heretics and the liars.
وَسَلهُمand ask them بِمَنabout whoever ماتَdied أَوor عاشَlived هَلwhether
وَسَلهُم بِمَن ماتَ أَو عاشَ هَل
سوىanyone besides اللَهGod سَكَّنmade still أَوor حَرَّكاset in motion
سوى اللَه سَكَّن أَو حَرَّكا
And ask them about whoever has died or lived: has
Ask them: does any but God
Ask them, by those who have died and those who live:
anyone but God brought stillness or motion?
Give life or death, move or keep still?
Did anyone other than Allah ever still a motion or set one forth?
أَفيconcerning ...? اللَهGod شَكٌّdoubt تَعالىexalted is اِسمُهُHis name
أَفي اللَه شَكٌّ تَعالى اِسمُهُ
لَقَدindeed خابَfailed ذوone possessing خِبرَةٍunderstanding شَكَّكاcast doubt
لَقَد خابَ ذو خِبرَةٍ شَكَّكا
Is there doubt concerning God, exalted be His name?
Can God be doubted? High exalted is His Name!
Is there any doubt concerning Allah—exalted be His Name?
Surely, a man of understanding who casts doubt has failed.
Wretched the man of insight who doubts!
Indeed, the experienced man who doubts has surely failed.
وَمَنand whoever يَتَذَكَّرreflects يَجِدfinds رَبَّهُhis Lord
وَمَن يَتَذَكَّر يَجِد رَبَّهُ
بِقَلبٍwith a heart أَنارَshone وَفَهمِand understanding ذَكاgrew keen
بِقَلبٍ أَنارَ وَفَهمِ ذَكا
And whoever reflects will find his Lord
Recalling, man finds his Lord
Whoever reflects will find his Lord,
with a shining heart and a keen understanding.
With enlightened heart and mind.
With an illuminated heart and a sharp understanding.
وَماand not يَنفَعُbenefits المَرءَthe person إيمانُهُhis faith
وَما يَنفَعُ المَرءَ إيمانُهُ
بِفيهِin his mouth إِذاif قَلبُهُhis heart أَشرَكاassociated partners with God
بِفيهِ إِذا قَلبُهُ أَشرَكا
And a man's faith does him no good
Of no use is a man's faith
A man's profession of faith is of no use
on his lips, if his heart assigns partners to God.
If his heart associates others with God.
If spoken only by the mouth while the heart commits idolatry.
فَسُبحانَso glory be to مَنHim who يَستُرُshields المُبطِلينthe followers of falsehood
فَسُبحانَ مَن يَستُرُ المُبطِلين
وَلَوand if شاءَHe wished هَتكَهُمُto expose them هَتَّكاHe would expose utterly
وَلَو شاءَ هَتكَهُمُ هَتَّكا
Glory, then, to Him who shields the followers of falsehood,
Glory to Him who veils the detractors,
Glory be to Him who veils the wrongdoers;
though, if He wished to expose them, He would expose them utterly.
Though if He wished, He could expose them.
Had He willed to expose them, He would have torn their veils apart.
صهٍhush! حاسِديmy envier أَناI مِنfrom طَيِّبينَtwo pure people
صهٍ حاسِدي أَنا مِن طَيِّبينَ
إِذاif مسكtouched you اِيّهماeither of them مَسَّكاperfumed with musk
إِذا مسك اِيّهما مَسَّكا
Hush, my envier! I spring from two pure souls,
When an envious man or I seize aught,
Silence, O envier! I am of a noble people;
either of whom, if he touches you, perfumes you with musk.
Good or ill, it is the holding that hurts.
When musk touches them, it becomes yet more fragrant.
أَناI اِبنُson of الألىthose who يَنحَرونَslaughter السِمانthe fat camels
أَنا اِبنُ الألى يَنحَرونَ السِمان
يَقولونَthey say ودكfat لِمَنfor whoever وَدَّكاloves you
يَقولونَ ودك لِمَن وَدَّكا
I am the son of those who slaughter fat camels,
I am the pure gold, how long will burning
I am the son of those who slaughter the fattened beasts for guests,
who say, 'Fat for whoever loves you!'
In the hellfire of cares refine me?
Who say, "Give your love to the one who loves you."
مُشَبَّكَةٌinterlaced منfrom عَلَيناabove us القَناthe lances
مُشَبَّكَةٌ من عَلَينا القَنا
فَياso, O طَعنُspear-thrust شَبَّكَenmesh! مَنwhoever شَبَّكاenmeshed
فَيا طَعنُ شَبَّكَ مَن شَبَّكا
The lances are interlaced above us.
How long will contention wound me,
The spears are intertwined above us in battle,
So, O spear-thrust, enmesh the one who enmeshed us!
My children and I ever at war?
So let the thrusts of war engage those who engage us.
وَلكِنand yet إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle وَفىkept faith الدَهرُTime خانbetrayed
وَلكِن إِذا ما وَفى الدَهرُ خان
فَشَتّتthen it scattered أَهلَكَyour family أَوor أَهلَكاdestroyed
فَشَتّت أَهلَكَ أَو أَهلَكا
But when Time keeps faith, it betrays,
Would that on the day one who bears grudges
Yet, no sooner does Fate keep a promise than it betrays,
then scatters your family, or brings ruin.
Against me has to repay them,
Scattering your family or destroying them entirely.
أَناI الذَهَبُthe gold المَحضُpure كَمhow much ذاthis العَذابtorment
أَنا الذَهَبُ المَحضُ كَم ذا العَذاب
بِنارِin the fire of الهُمومِsorrows لِكَيso that أسبَكاI may be smelted
بِنارِ الهُمومِ لِكَي أسبَكا
I am pure gold: how long this torment
He could dissolve some of my agonies,
I am pure gold; how long must this trial last,
in the fire of sorrows, so that I may be smelted?
Not multiply them!
Burning in the fire of sorrows only to be refined?
وَكَمand how much ذاthis العِراكُstruggle أَلَمdid not ...? يَكفِنيsuffice me
وَكَم ذا العِراكُ أَلَم يَكفِني
مُصابيmy calamity فيin وَلَديmy son مَعرَكاas a battlefield
مُصابي في وَلَدي مَعرَكا
And how long this struggle? Was it not enough for me—
I was a full moon, now am waning
How long this struggle? Was it not enough for me,
my bereavement of my son—as a battlefield?
As the nights of tribulation advance.
The battlefield of my calamity regarding my son?
جَوىًanguish بيwithin me لَوif حَلَّdescended يَومَon the day of الجَواءِal-Jawa
جَوىً بي لَو حَلَّ يَومَ الجَواءِ
بِبَعضِupon one of مَكاكِيِّهِits larks ماnot مَكاwhistled
بِبَعضِ مَكاكِيِّهِ ما مَكا
Anguish grips me: had it struck, on the day at al-Jawa,
As if between us had never been his face
A grief resides in me that, had it descended upon the valley of al-Jiwā',
any of its larks, it would not have whistled.
To illuminate the dark when it descends.
Would have silenced the song of its whistling birds.
عَلىover قَمَرٍa moon فيamid البلىdecay آفِلٍsetting
عَلى قَمَرٍ في البلى آفِلٍ
إِذاwhenever ماemphatic particle أبلَّتhealed قُروحيmy sores نَكاwounded afresh
إِذا ما أبلَّت قُروحي نَكا
over a moon setting amid decay;
As if his words were never a sharp sword
I mourn a moon setting into the dust of decay;
whenever my sores heal, he wounds me afresh.
To repel the blades of the enemy horde.
Whenever my wounds begin to heal, his memory tears them open again.
كَأَنas though لَمnot يَكُنhad been بَينَناamong us وَجهُهُhis face
كَأَن لَم يَكُن بَينَنا وَجهُهُ
يُضيءُlights الظَلامَthe darkness إِذاwhen اِحلَولَكاgrew pitch-black
يُضيءُ الظَلامَ إِذا اِحلَولَكا
As though his face had never been among us,
He brought his parents joy in joyousness,
It is as if his face never was among us,
lighting the darkness whenever it grew black;
So he was Ibn Badr's moon among stars.
Lighting up the darkness when the night grew pitch black.
وَلَمand not يَكُhe had been بِالمقولِwith the tongue العَضبِkeen-edged مِنهof his
وَلَم يَكُ بِالمقولِ العَضبِ مِنه
يفلُّblunts سُيوفَthe swords of العِداthe enemies البُتَّكاthe cleaving ones
يفلُّ سُيوفَ العِدا البُتَّكا
nor had he, with his keen-edged tongue,
I used to say: he will help me
And as if his sharp tongue never
blunted the enemies' cleaving swords.
Possess my days, if days can be possessed.
Blunted the cutting swords of the enemy.
حَلىadorned أَبَوَيهِhis two parents سَنىًradiance فيamid سَناءِglory
حَلى أَبَوَيهِ سَنىً في سَناءِ
فَكانَso he was اِبنthe son of بَدرِthe full moon of الدُجىnight's darkness مِنby ذُكاthe sun
فَكانَ اِبن بَدرِ الدُجى مِن ذُكا
He adorned his parents with radiance amid glory,
But when he reached his prime, flourishing,
He adorned his parents with radiance upon radiance;
so he was the son of night's full moon by the sun.
I was veiled from him by fate's curtain.
He was the son of the Full Moon, born of the Sun.
وَكُنتُand I used to أَقولُsay سُروراًin joy بِهِover him
وَكُنتُ أَقولُ سُروراً بِهِ
سَأَملِكُI shall master دَهريmy time إِنif أَملكاhe marries
سَأَملِكُ دَهري إِن أَملكا
And in my joy over him I used to say,
He fell ill, and loss restored him;
And I used to say, rejoicing in him:
'I shall master Time if he marries.'
He bequeathed me wounds that pierce.
"I shall master my Fate if he is granted dominion."
فَلَمّاbut when نَماhe grew وَسَماand rose يافِعاًa youth
فَلَمّا نَما وَسَما يافِعاً
وَرُعتُand I frightened بِهِthrough him الصمَمthe unyielding الفُتَّكاkillers
وَرُعتُ بِهِ الصمَم الفُتَّكا
But when he grew and rose, a youth,
He left me among the piercing thorns,
But when he grew and rose as a young man,
and through him I struck fear into hardened killers,
Else, were it not for piety, I would be them.
And through him I startled the deaf, deadly vipers of fate—
شَكاhe complained of عِلَّةًan illness فَشَفاهُand so cured him الرَدىdeath
شَكا عِلَّةً فَشَفاهُ الرَدى
وَأَورَثَنيand bequeathed to me العِلَلmaladies النُهَّكاexhausting
وَأَورَثَني العِلَل النُهَّكا
he complained of an illness, and death cured him,
I seek refuge only in my enemies,
He complained of an illness, and Death became his cure,
and bequeathed to me exhausting maladies,
I find rest only in weeping.
While he bequeathed to me exhausting maladies.
وَغادَرَنيand left me بَينَamid شَوكِthe thorns of القَتادِtragacanth
وَغادَرَني بَينَ شَوكِ القَتادِ
وَإِنand though كُنتَyou would be لَولاbut for التقىpiety أَشوَكاthornier
وَإِن كُنتَ لَولا التقى أَشوَكا
and left me amid the thorns of tragacanth;
If misfortunes have wasted me,
He left me amidst the thorns of the tragacanth,
though, but for piety, you would be thornier still.
I have defied them since my beard first sprouted.
Though I would be—were it not for piety—yet more thorny than they.
فَماso ... not أَستَجيرُI seek refuge بِغَيرِwith any but العِداthe enemies
فَما أَستَجيرُ بِغَيرِ العِدا
وَلاand not أَستَريحُI find relief لِغَيرِin anything but البُكاweeping
وَلا أَستَريحُ لِغَيرِ البُكا
So I seek refuge with none but enemies,
What vengeance, if I meet my enemies
I have no refuge now but among the enemy,
and find relief in nothing but weeping.
While he meets God and the angels!
And I find no rest except in weeping.
وَإِنand though عَلَّلَتنيthey consoled me الغَوانيthe beautiful women فَقَدyet indeed
وَإِن عَلَّلَتني الغَواني فَقَد
أَراهُنَّI see them مُذsince شبتُI turned gray ليtoward me فُرَّكاaverse women
أَراهُنَّ مُذ شبتُ لي فُرَّكا
Though beautiful women may console me, still
The houris will kiss his eyelids
And though beautiful maidens might seek to distract me,
I see them loathing me ever since I turned gray.
While his blood was spilled profusely.
I see them, since my hair turned grey, turning away in aversion.
فَكَمso how great بَينَناthe distance between us إِنif لَقيتُI meet العِداthe enemies
فَكَم بَينَنا إِن لَقيتُ العِدا
وَإِذand when لَقيhe met اللَهGod وَالمَلأَكاand the angels
وَإِذ لَقي اللَه وَالمَلأَكا
How great the distance between us, if I meet enemies,
Who will convey to him from his father
How vast the difference between us: I facing the enemy here,
while he met God and the angels!
The greeting of either sorrow or solace?
While he meets Allah and the angels there.
وَقَبَّلتand kissed الحورُthe houris أَجفانهُhis eyelids
وَقَبَّلت الحورُ أَجفانهُ
وَإِذand when أَهدَرَتdeclared forfeit دَمَهُhis blood سُفَّكاblood-shedders
وَإِذ أَهدَرَت دَمَهُ سُفَّكا
And the houris kissed his eyelids,
Since he left, I have abandoned glory
The maidens of Paradise have kissed his eyelids,
while blood-shedders declared his blood forfeit.
And my path has been blocked, my route erased.
While death's agents have spilled his lifeblood here.
فَمَنso who ذاis the one يُبَلِّغُهُconveys to him عَنfrom أَبيهِhis father
فَمَن ذا يُبَلِّغُهُ عَن أَبيهِ
تَحِيَّةَa greeting ثَكلانَa bereaved man أَوor مَألَكاa message
تَحِيَّةَ ثَكلانَ أَو مَألَكا
Who, then, will convey to him from his father
I worship the Rich: intercede for me tomorrow
Who will convey to him, from his father,
a bereaved man's greeting, or a message?
To reunite us, God willing, in the Abode of Peace
The greeting of a bereaved heart, or bear my message?
قَعَدتُI withdrew عَنِfrom المَجدِglory مِنfrom بَعدِهِafter him
قَعَدتُ عَنِ المَجدِ مِن بَعدِهِ
وَسُدَّتand was blocked سَبيليmy path وَلاand no مَسلَكاway through
وَسُدَّت سَبيلي وَلا مَسلَكا
After him, I withdrew from glory,
On the Viridarium beneath which rivers flow,
I have retired from the pursuit of glory since he passed,
and my path was blocked, with no way through.
That gives us maidens with large, dark eyes.
My path is blocked; there is no way forward.
أعبدO Abd الغنيّal-Ghani اِشفَعَنsurely intercede ليfor me غَداًtomorrow
أعبد الغنيّ اِشفَعَن لي غَداً
لِيَجمَعَناso He may unite us اللَهُGod فيat مُتَّكاa place of repose
لِيَجمَعَنا اللَهُ في مُتَّكا
O Abd al-Ghani, intercede for me tomorrow,
Your father who threaded phrases' pearls,
O Abd al-Ghani! Intercede for me on the Day of Judgment,
that God may unite us at a place of repose,
Had you lived, you would have outdone him.
That Allah may reunite us upon the couches of Paradise.
عَلىon الرَفرَفِthe cushions الخضرِgreen فيin جَنَّةٍa Garden
عَلى الرَفرَفِ الخضرِ في جَنَّةٍ
تَزِفُّbrings as brides لَناto us العُرُبَthe loving women الفلكاthe round-breasted ones
تَزِفُّ لَنا العُرُبَ الفلكا
on green cushions, in a Garden
Around him poets split hairs,
Upon green cushions in a Garden eternal,
that brings us loving, round-breasted brides.
But none threaded as he threaded.
Where loving maidens are presented to us in procession.
أَبوكَyour father الَّذيthe one who حاكَwove طَرزَthe patterns of القَريضverse
أَبوكَ الَّذي حاكَ طَرزَ القَريض
وَلَوand had عِشتَyou lived كُنتَyou would have been لَهاfor them أَحوَكاa better weaver
وَلَو عِشتَ كُنتَ لَها أَحوَكا
Your father is the one who wove the patterns of verse,
Peace upon you from one who laments, suffering
Your father is he who wove the finest embroidery of verse,
and had you lived, you would have woven them more skillfully.
Separation from you - if lament could avail the lamenter!
Yet had you lived, you would have woven it even better than he.
تحكَّكَrubbed himself مِنfrom حَولِهِaround him شاعِرٌa poet
تحكَّكَ مِن حَولِهِ شاعِرٌ
وَماand not حاكَwove فيin ساعَةٍan hour حَكَّكاscratched
وَما حاكَ في ساعَةٍ حَكَّكا
A poet rubbed himself against him,
Many a poet tried to compete with him,
yet in an hour he wove nothing—he only scratched.
But failed to weave in an hour what he struggled to scratch out.
عَلَيكَupon you سَلامُpeace الشَجيthe grief-stricken man المُشتَكيwho laments
عَلَيكَ سَلامُ الشَجي المُشتَكي
فُراقكَyour departure لَوif نَفَعَwere of use المُشتَكىlamentation
فُراقكَ لَو نَفَعَ المُشتَكى
Peace upon you from a grieving man who laments
Peace be upon you from a sorrowful, grieving heart,
your departure—if lament could avail.
Complaining of your loss—if only complaining could avail.
Partial English translation: 90 of 94 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1