عِشْlive بالشُّعورِby feeling وللشُّعورِand for feeling فإنَّماfor … is only
عِشْ بالشُّعورِ وللشُّعورِ فإنَّما
دُنْياكَyour world كونُa universe عواطفٍemotions وشعورِand feeling
دُنْياكَ كونُ عواطفٍ وشعورِ
Live by feeling and for feeling, for
Live by feeling, and for feeling alone,
your world is but a universe of emotions and feeling.
For your world is but a cosmos of sentiment and sensation.
شِيدَتْwas built علىupon العَطْفِcompassion العميقِdeep وإنَّهاand indeed it
شِيدَتْ على العَطْفِ العميقِ وإنَّها
لَتَجِفُّwould surely dry up لوif شِيدَتْwere built علىupon التَّفْكيرِthought
لَتَجِفُّ لو شِيدَتْ على التَّفْكيرِ
It was built upon deep compassion, and indeed
It was built upon deep affection and grace,
it would dry up if built upon thought,
And would wither dry were it founded on cold contemplation.
وتَظَلُّand would remain جامِدَةَlifeless الجمالِbeauty كئيبةًforlorn
وتَظَلُّ جامِدَةَ الجمالِ كئيبةً
كالهيكلِlike a temple المتهدِّمruined المهجورِabandoned
كالهيكلِ المتهدِّم المهجورِ
and remain lifeless in its beauty, forlorn,
It would remain frozen in beauty, forlorn,
like a ruined, abandoned temple;
Like a ruined temple, abandoned and worn.
وتَظَلُّand would remain قاسيَةَharsh الملامِحِfeatures جهْمةًgrim
وتَظَلُّ قاسيَةَ الملامِحِ جهْمةً
كالموتِlike death مُقْفِرَةًdesolate بغيرِwithout سُرورِjoy
كالموتِ مُقْفِرَةً بغيرِ سُرورِ
and remain harsh-featured and grim,
It would remain harsh of features, and grim,
desolate as death, without joy.
Like death itself, desolate, void of whim.
لاnot الحُبُّlove يرقُصُdances فوقهاupon it متغنِّياًsinging
لا الحُبُّ يرقُصُ فوقها متغنِّياً
للنَّاسto people بَيْنَamong جداولٍstreams وزُهورِand flowers
للنَّاس بَيْنَ جداولٍ وزُهورِ
Love would not dance upon it, singing
No love would dance upon it, singing loud,
to people among streams and flowers,
To men amidst the brooks and floral crowd,
مُتَوَرِّدَrosy الوجناتِcheeks سَكرانَdrunken الخطىsteps
مُتَوَرِّدَ الوجناتِ سَكرانَ الخطى
يهتزُّsways منfrom مَرَحٍmerriment وفَرْطِand excess of حُبورِdelight
يهتزُّ من مَرَحٍ وفَرْطِ حُبورِ
rosy-cheeked, with drunken steps,
With rosy cheeks and footsteps drunk with wine,
swaying with merriment and overflowing delight,
Trembling with mirth and happiness divine,
متكلِّلاًcrowned بالورْدِwith roses ينثرُscatters للورىfor humankind
متكلِّلاً بالورْدِ ينثرُ للورى
أَوراقَpetals وردِrose اللَّذّةِpleasure المنضُورِfresh and flourishing
أَوراقَ وردِ اللَّذّةِ المنضُورِ
crowned with roses, scattering for humankind
Crowned in blooms, scattering to the throng
the petals of pleasure's fresh rose.
The petals of delight, fresh and strong.
كلاّno indeed ولاnor الفنُّart الجميلُbeautiful بظاهرٍat all apparent
كلاّ ولا الفنُّ الجميلُ بظاهرٍ
فيin الكونِthe universe تحتَbeneath غَمامةٍa cloud منof نُورِlight
في الكونِ تحتَ غَمامةٍ من نُورِ
No indeed—nor would beautiful art appear
Nay, nor would Beauty's art appear so clear
in the universe beneath a cloud of light,
Within the cosmos, beneath a halo sheer,
متَوشِّحاًdraped بالسِّحْرِin enchantment ينفُخُblows نايَهُits flute
متَوشِّحاً بالسِّحْرِ ينفُخُ نايَهُ
المشبوبَaflame بَيْنَamong خمائلٍleafy groves وغديرِand a pool
المشبوبَ بَيْنَ خمائلٍ وغديرِ
draped in enchantment, blowing its flute,
Cloaked in magic, breathing into his flute,
aflame among leafy groves and a pool,
Passionate notes where streams and thickets shoot,
أَوor يلمسُtouches العودَthe lute المقدَّسَsacred واصفاًdescribing
أَو يلمسُ العودَ المقدَّسَ واصفاً
للموتto death للأَيَّامِto the days للدَّيجورِto the darkness
للموت للأَيَّامِ للدَّيجورِ
or touching the sacred lute, describing
Or touching the sacred lute, to narrate
to death, to the days, to the darkness,
To Death, to Days, to Darkness, and to Fate,
مَاwhat فيin الحَيَاةِlife منof المسرَّةِjoy والأَسىand sorrow
مَا في الحَيَاةِ من المسرَّةِ والأَسى
والسِّحْرand enchantment واللَّذّاتِand pleasures والتغريرِand beguilement
والسِّحْر واللَّذّاتِ والتغريرِ
what life holds of joy and sorrow,
Life's share of joy and sorrow's heavy sting,
and enchantment, pleasures, and beguilement.
Of magic, pleasure, and the treacherous thing.
أَبداًnever ولاnor الأَملُhope المجنَّحُwinged منْشِداًsinging
أَبداً ولا الأَملُ المجنَّحُ منْشِداً
فيهاin it بصوتِin the voice of الحالمِthe dreamer المَحْبُورِjoyful
فيها بصوتِ الحالمِ المَحْبُورِ
Never—nor would winged hope sing
Nor ever would winged Hope come chanting by,
there in the voice of a joyful dreamer
With the voice of a happy dreamer, soaring high,
تِلْكَthose الأَناشيدَsongs التيthat تَهَبُgrant الوَرَىhumankind
تِلْكَ الأَناشيدَ التي تَهَبُ الوَرَى
عزْمَresolve الشَّبابِyouth وغِبْطَةَand joy العُصفورِthe sparrow
عزْمَ الشَّبابِ وغِبْطَةَ العُصفورِ
those songs that grant humankind
Those anthems that grant mankind the will of youth,
the resolve of youth and the sparrow's joy.
And the sparrow's bliss, in very truth.
واجعلand make شُعورَكَyour feeling فيin الطَّبيعَةِnature قائداًa guide
واجعل شُعورَكَ في الطَّبيعَةِ قائداً
فهوَfor it الخبيرُthe expert بتيهِهَاin her wilderness المَسْحُورِenchanted
فهوَ الخبيرُ بتيهِهَا المَسْحُورِ
And make your feeling a guide through nature,
Let feeling be your guide through Nature's ways,
for it knows her enchanted wilderness.
The expert in her vast, enchanted maze.
صَحِبَaccompanied الحياةَlife صغيرةًwhen young ومشىand walked بهاwith her
صَحِبَ الحياةَ صغيرةً ومشى بها
بَيْنَamong الجماجمِskulls والدَّمِand blood المَهْدورِspilled
بَيْنَ الجماجمِ والدَّمِ المَهْدورِ
It accompanied life in her youth and walked with her
It walked with Life when young, and paced the mud,
among skulls and spilled blood,
Amidst the skulls and pools of wasted blood,
وعَدَاand ran بهاwith her فوقَover الشَّواهِقِlofty peaks باسماًsmiling
وعَدَا بها فوقَ الشَّواهِقِ باسماً
متغنِّياًsinging مِنْsince أَعْصُرِages ودُهورِand aeons
متغنِّياً مِنْ أَعْصُرِ ودُهورِ
and ran with her over lofty peaks, smiling
And raced with her o'er peaks with smiling face,
and singing for ages and aeons.
Singing through eons of time and space.
والعقلُand reason رغْمَdespite مشيبهِits gray hair ووقَارِهِand its dignity
والعقلُ رغْمَ مشيبهِ ووقَارِهِ
مَاnot زالَceased فيin الأَيَّامِthe days جِدّvery صغيرِyoung
مَا زالَ في الأَيَّامِ جِدّ صغيرِ
And reason, despite its gray hair and dignity,
While Reason, despite his gray and solemn air,
is still very young in the passage of days.
Remains a child in Time's great affair.
يمشيwalks فَتَضْرَعُهُthen bring it low الرِّياحُthe winds فيَنْثَنيso it bends
يمشي فَتَضْرَعُهُ الرِّياحُ فيَنْثَني
متَوَجِّعاًin pain كالطَّائرِlike a bird المكسورِbroken
متَوَجِّعاً كالطَّائرِ المكسورِ
It walks; the winds bring it low, so it bends,
He walks, the winds assail him, and he bends,
in pain, like a broken bird.
In pain, like a broken bird that descends.
ويظلُّand keeps يسأَلُasking نفسهitself متفلسفاًphilosophizing
ويظلُّ يسأَلُ نفسه متفلسفاً
متَنَطِّساًscrutinizing minutely فيin خفَّةٍfrivolity وغُرورِand conceit
متَنَطِّساً في خفَّةٍ وغُرورِ
And it keeps questioning itself, philosophizing,
He keeps on asking himself, philosophizing,
scrutinizing minutely, with frivolity and conceit,
Pedantic, vain, and lightly analyzing,
عمَّاabout what تحجِّبُهُveil it الكَواكبُthe stars خلفَهاbehind them
عمَّا تحجِّبُهُ الكَواكبُ خلفَها
مِنْof سِرِّthe mystery of هذاthis العالَمworld المستورِhidden
مِنْ سِرِّ هذا العالَم المستورِ
about what the stars veil behind them
Of what the stars conceal behind their veil,
of the mystery of this hidden world.
The secret of this world, this hidden tale.
وهوand it المهشَّمُshattered بالعواصفِby storms ياoh لهُfor it
وهو المهشَّمُ بالعواصفِ يا لهُ
مِنْof ساذجٍa naive one متفلسفٍphilosophizing مغرورِconceited
مِنْ ساذجٍ متفلسفٍ مغرورِ
And it is shattered by storms—oh, what
While he is crushed by storms—oh, look at him!
a naive, conceited philosopher!
A naive, vain philosopher, so dim.
وافتحْand open فؤادكَyour heart للوجودِto existence وخَلِّهِand leave it
وافتحْ فؤادكَ للوجودِ وخَلِّهِ
لليَمِّto the sea للأَمواجِto the waves للدَّيجورِto the darkness
لليَمِّ للأَمواجِ للدَّيجورِ
And open your heart to existence, and leave it
Open your heart to Existence, let it be,
to the sea, to the waves, to the darkness,
Left to the deep, the waves, and mystery,
للثَّلجِto the snow تنثُرُهُscatter it الزَّوابعُthe whirlwinds للأسىto sorrow
للثَّلجِ تنثُرُهُ الزَّوابعُ للأسى
للهَوْلِto terror للآلامِto pains للمقدورِto fate
للهَوْلِ للآلامِ للمقدورِ
to the snow the whirlwinds scatter, to sorrow,
To snows that tempests scatter, and to grief,
to terror, to pain, to fate.
To terror, pain, and Fate beyond relief.
واتركْهُand let it يقتحِمُplunge into العواصفَthe storms هائماًwandering
واتركْهُ يقتحِمُ العواصفَ هائماً
فيin أُفْقِهاtheir horizon المتلبِّدِcloud-laden المقرورِchilled
في أُفْقِها المتلبِّدِ المقرورِ
And let it plunge into the storms, wandering
And let it brave the storms and wander free,
in their cloud-laden, cold horizon,
Upon the cold and clouded boundary,
ويخوضُand wade through أَحشاءَthe entrails of الوُجُودexistence مُغامِراًventuring boldly
ويخوضُ أَحشاءَ الوُجُود مُغامِراً
فيin ليلهاits night المتهيِّبِfearful المحذورِdreaded
في ليلها المتهيِّبِ المحذورِ
and wade through existence's entrails, venturing boldly
To dive into Existence's depth, and dare
in its fearful, dreaded night,
Its dreaded night, with courage rare,
حتَّىuntil تُعانِقَهُembraces it الحَيَاةُlife ويرتويand it drinks its fill
حتَّى تُعانِقَهُ الحَيَاةُ ويرتوي
منfrom ثَغْرِهاher mouth المتأجِّجblazing المَسْجُورِaflame
من ثَغْرِها المتأجِّج المَسْجُورِ
until life embraces it and it drinks its fill
Until Life clasps it in a close embrace,
from her blazing, fiery mouth;
And it drinks deeply from her blazing face.
فتعيشَso you may live فيin الدُّنياthe world بقلبٍwith a heart زاخرٍbrimming
فتعيشَ في الدُّنيا بقلبٍ زاخرٍ
يقظِawake المشاعرِfeelings حالمٍdreaming مسحورِenchanted
يقظِ المشاعرِ حالمٍ مسحورِ
so you may live in the world with a brimming heart,
Thus you shall live with heart that overflows,
wakeful in its feelings, dreaming, enchanted,
Awake with feeling, in a dream-like doze,
فيin نشوةٍecstasy صوفيَّةٍSufi قُدُسيَّةٍsacred
في نشوةٍ صوفيَّةٍ قُدُسيَّةٍ
هيit خيرُthe best of مَاwhat فيin العالِمِthe world المنظورِvisible
هي خيرُ مَا في العالِمِ المنظورِ
in a sacred Sufi ecstasy
In holy, mystic ecstasy profound,
that is the best this visible world contains.
The finest treasure in this world found.
Sol 6.1