إنِّيindeed I أرىI see فأرىand so I see جموعاًmultitudes جمَّةًvast
إنِّي أرى فأرى جموعاً جمَّةً
لكنَّهاbut they تحياlive بِلاwithout ألْبابِminds
لكنَّها تحيا بِلا ألْبابِ
Indeed, I see—and see vast multitudes,
I see crowds, swarming crowds
I gaze and see a multitude vast and dense,
yet they live without understanding.
Yet they live devoid of reason
Yet they live without intellect or sense.
يَدْويthunders حوالَيْهاaround them الزَّمنُtime كأنَّماas though
يَدْوي حوالَيْها الزَّمنُ كأنَّما
يدويthunders حوالَيaround جندلٍstones وترابِand dust
يدوي حوالَي جندلٍ وترابِ
Time thunders around them, as though
Time rumbles around them as though
Time thunders around them, resounding as though
it were thundering around stones and dust.
It rumbles around rubble and dust
It echoes around boulders and dust below.
وإذاand when استجابواthey respond للزَّمانِto time تَناكرواthey disown one another
وإذا استجابوا للزَّمانِ تَناكروا
وتَراشَقواand they pelt one another بالشَّوكِwith thorns والأحْصابِand pebbles
وتَراشَقوا بالشَّوكِ والأحْصابِ
And when they respond to time, they disown one another
When they heed time, they disown each other
If they answer Time's call, they deny one another,
and pelt one another with thorns and pebbles,
Exchanging thorns and stones
And pelt with thorns and stones every brother.
وقضواand they put an end علىto روحِthe spirit الأخُوَّةِof brotherhood بينهمْamong them
وقضوا على روحِ الأخُوَّةِ بينهمْ
جَهْلاًin ignorance وعاشواand they live عيشةَthe life الأغرابِof strangers
جَهْلاً وعاشوا عيشةَ الأغرابِ
and destroy the spirit of brotherhood among them
Destroying the spirit of brotherhood between them
They have slain the spirit of kinship in their breast,
in ignorance, and live the life of strangers.
Ignorantly, living like strangers
Through ignorance, living as strangers, unblessed.
فرِحتْrejoices بهمin them غولُthe ghoul التّعاسةِof misery والفَناand annihilation
فرِحتْ بهم غولُ التّعاسةِ والفَنا
ومَطامِعُand the ambitions السّلاَّبِof the plunderer والغَلاَّبِand the conqueror
ومَطامِعُ السّلاَّبِ والغَلاَّبِ
The ghoul of misery and annihilation rejoices in them,
The ogre of misery and oblivion rejoiced at them
The ghoul of misery and doom rejoices in their plight,
and so do the ambitions of the plunderer and the conqueror.
As did the greed of despoilers and usurpers
Along with the greed of the spoiler and the conqueror's might.
لُعَبٌplaythings تُحرِّكُهاmove them المَطامعُgreed واللّهىand monetary gifts
لُعَبٌ تُحرِّكُها المَطامعُ واللّهى
وصَغائرُand petty matters الأحقادِof grudges والآرابِand desires
وصَغائرُ الأحقادِ والآرابِ
Playthings moved by greed and largesse,
They are playthings moved by greed and frivolity
Mere puppets set in motion by avarice and play,
and by petty grudges and desires.
Petty grudges and deceit
By petty malice and desires that sway.
وأرىand I see نفوساًsouls منof دُخانٍsmoke جامدٍcongealed
وأرى نفوساً من دُخانٍ جامدٍ
مَيْتٍdead كأشباحlike ghosts وراءَbehind ضَبابِmist
مَيْتٍ كأشباح وراءَ ضَبابِ
And I see souls of congealed smoke,
And I see souls of stagnant smoke
I see souls fashioned from smoke, frozen and cold,
dead, like ghosts behind mist.
Dead, like ghosts behind a fog
Dead, like phantoms that mists enfold.
مَوْتىthe dead نَسُواthey have forgotten شَوْقَthe longing الحياةِof life وعزمهاand its resolve
مَوْتى نَسُوا شَوْقَ الحياةِ وعزمها
وتحرّكواand they move كَتَحرُّكِlike the movement الأنْصابِof stone idols
وتحرّكوا كَتَحرُّكِ الأنْصابِ
Dead, they have forgotten life's longing and resolve,
Dead, forgetting life's passion and resolve
Corpses that forgot life's longing and resolve,
and move as stone idols move.
Moving like the movement of idols
Moving only as stone idols might revolve.
وخباand died out بهمْwithin them لَهَبُthe flame الوجودِof existence فماand so not بقواthey remained
وخبا بهمْ لَهَبُ الوجودِ فما بقوا
إلاَّexcept كمحترقٍlike something burnt منof الأخْشابِwood
إلاَّ كمحترقٍ من الأخْشابِ
And the flame of existence has died within them; they remain
The flame of existence has died down in them
The flame of existence has faded from their gaze,
only like charred wood.
Leaving them like burnt wood
Remaining but as charred wood from a blaze.
لاno قلبَheart يقتحمُplunges into الحياةَlife ولاnor حِجًىmind
لا قلبَ يقتحمُ الحياةَ ولا حِجًى
يَسْموsoars سُمُوَّthe soaring الطَّائرِof the bird الجوّابِfar-ranging
يَسْمو سُمُوَّ الطَّائرِ الجوّابِ
No heart plunges boldly into life, nor is there a mind
No heart dares life, no ambition
No heart to storm life's gates, no mind to arise,
that soars as a far-ranging bird soars.
Soars like the flight of the intrepid falcon
To soar like the wandering bird in the skies.
بلrather فيin التُّرابِthe dust المَيْتِdead فيin حَزْنrough ground الثَّرىof the earth
بل في التُّرابِ المَيْتِ في حَزْن الثَّرى
تنموgrow مَشاعِرُهُمْtheir feelings معwith الأعشابِthe weeds
تنمو مَشاعِرُهُمْ مع الأعشابِ
Rather, in dead dust, in the rough terrain of earth,
Rather, in the dead dust, in the sorrow of earth
Nay, in the dead dust, in the earth's rough bed,
their feelings grow alongside the weeds,
Their feelings grow with the grass
Their feelings sprout where the weeds are spread.
وتموتand die خامِلَةًlistless كزهرٍlike a flower بائسٍwretched
وتموت خامِلَةً كزهرٍ بائسٍ
ينموgrows ويذبُلand withers فيin ظلامِthe darkness الغابِof the forest
ينمو ويذبُل في ظلامِ الغابِ
and die listlessly, like a wretched flower
And die suppressed like a wretched flower
And die in torpor, like a wretched bloom,
that grows and withers in the forest's darkness.
That grows and withers in the gloom of the forest
That grows and withers in the forest's gloom.
أبداًforever تُحدِّقُstare فيat التُّرابِthe dust ولاand do not ترىsee
أبداً تُحدِّقُ في التُّرابِ ولا ترى
نورَthe light السَّماءِof the sky فروحُهاfor their spirit كتُرابِlike dust
نورَ السَّماءِ فروحُها كتُرابِ
Forever they stare at the dust and do not see
Forever staring at the dust, not seeing
Forever staring at the dust, never to see
the light of the sky, for their spirit is like dust.
The light of the sky - their spirit is dust
The light of heaven; for dust their souls must be.
الشَّاعرُthe poet الموهوبُgifted يَهْرِقُpours out فنَّهhis art
الشَّاعرُ الموهوبُ يَهْرِقُ فنَّه
هدراًin vain علىupon الأقدامِfeet والأعْتابِand thresholds
هدراً على الأقدامِ والأعْتابِ
The gifted poet pours out his art
The gifted poet squanders his art
The gifted poet pours out his art in vain,
in vain upon feet and thresholds,
Wastefully, under feet and boards
Wasted upon feet and thresholds, like rain.
ويعيشُand lives فيin كونٍa universe عقيمٍbarren ميِّتٍdead
ويعيشُ في كونٍ عقيمٍ ميِّتٍ
قَدْhas شيَّدتْهُbuilt it غباوةُthe stupidity الأحقابِof the ages
قَدْ شيَّدتْهُ غباوةُ الأحقابِ
and lives in a barren, dead universe
And lives in a barren, dead universe
He dwells in a universe barren and dead,
that the stupidity of the ages has built.
Built by the blindness of the ages
Constructed by the folly of ages long fled.
والعالِمُand the scholar النَّحريرُerudite يُنْفِقُspends عُمْرَهhis life
والعالِمُ النَّحريرُ يُنْفِقُ عُمْرَه
فيin فَهْمِunderstanding ألفاظٍwords ودَرسِand studying كِتابِa book
في فَهْمِ ألفاظٍ ودَرسِ كِتابِ
And the erudite scholar spends his life
The astute scholar spends his life
And the erudite scholar spends his age,
understanding words and studying a book.
Understanding words and studying books
In parsing words and studying the page.
يحياlives علىon رِمَمِthe decayed remains القَديمِof the past المجتَوىloathed
يحيا على رِمَمِ القَديمِ المجتَوى
كالدُّودlike worms فيin حِمَمِcinders الرَّمادِof ash الخابيburnt-out
كالدُّود في حِمَمِ الرَّمادِ الخابي
He lives on the decayed remains of the loathed past,
He lives on the ruins of the stale past
Living on the carrion of the detested past,
like worms in the cinders of burnt-out ash.
Like a worm in the embers' soot
Like worms in the embers of ash fading fast.
والشَّعبُand the people بينهماbetween them both قطيعٌa herd ضائعٌlost
والشَّعبُ بينهما قطيعٌ ضائعٌ
دنياهُtheir world دنياa world مأكلٍof food وشَرابِand drink
دنياهُ دنيا مأكلٍ وشَرابِ
And the people, between the two, are a lost herd;
While the people between them are a lost flock
And the people between them are a herd astray,
their world is a world of food and drink.
Their world is one of food and drink
Their world but food and drink, day after day.
الويلُwoe للحسَّاسto the sensitive person فيin دنياهُمُtheir world
الويلُ للحسَّاس في دنياهُمُ
ماذاwhat يلاقيhe endures منof أسًىsorrow وعَذابِand torment
ماذا يلاقي من أسًى وعَذابِ
Woe to the sensitive soul in their world!
Woe to the sensitive in their world
Woe to the feeling heart in their domain,
What sorrow and torment he endures!
What agony and torment he suffers!
What he meets of sorrow and bitter pain!
Sol 6.1