طَحاbore away بِهِwith him فيamong الحسانthe beautiful women الغِيدthe supple ones حَيثُwherever طَحاit roamed far
طَحا بِهِ في الحسان الغِيد حَيثُ طَحا
قَلبٌa heart عَلىupon العَهدِthe pledge مِنfrom لَمياءَLamya ماnever بَرِحاdeparted
قَلبٌ عَلى العَهدِ مِن لَمياءَ ما بَرِحا
Among the fair, supple beauties, he was swept wherever it strayed—
He wandered in beauty where the bright banner waved,
By a heart that never abandoned its pledge with Lamya.
A heart true to its vows though friends reproved.
هَيفاءa slender beauty تُخجلputs to shame غصنَthe branch of البانِthe ben-tree مُنعَطِفاًbending
هَيفاء تُخجل غصنَ البانِ مُنعَطِفاً
وَالريمَand the white gazelle مُلتفتاًturning around وَالظَبيَand the gazelle إِنwhen سَنَحاit passes by
وَالريمَ مُلتفتاً وَالظَبيَ إِن سَنَحا
A slender beauty who shames the bending branch of the ben-tree,
A doe whose languid gaze the boughs abashed
The white gazelle turning its head, and the gazelle passing by.
And made the browsing deer and onager start.
صِغرslender الوَشاحينthe two sashes رَيّاًfull-fleshed الحجلthe anklet ماnever سَفَرتshe unveiled
صِغر الوَشاحين رَيّاً الحجل ما سَفَرت
إِلّاexcept that أَغارَmade jealous سَناهاher radiance الشَمسَthe sun وَقتَat the time of ضُحىforenoon
إِلّا أَغارَ سَناها الشَمسَ وَقتَ ضُحى
Slender beneath her twin sashes, full at the anklet, she never unveiled
The water-skins were small when she unveiled
Without her radiance making the forenoon sun jealous.
Lest sunrise mar her charms when day was hot.
رُودٌa tender beauty تُخَطِّرُsways as she walks فيin بُردَيthe two mantles of صِباًyouth وَهَوىًand love
رُودٌ تُخَطِّرُ في بُردَي صِباً وَهَوىً
وَتَنثَنيand she sways التِيهَin pride مِنfrom سُكرthe intoxication of الصِباyouth مَرَحاmerrily
وَتَنثَني التِيهَ مِن سُكر الصِبا مَرَحا
A tender beauty, she sways in the twin mantles of youth and love,
Cool brooks that bubbled brightly over pebbles
And turns in proud abandon, merry with youth's intoxication.
And swayed, made drunken by the water's play.
سَقىwatered الصِباyouth وَالشَبابُand young vigor الرُوقُblooming وَجنَتهاher cheek
سَقى الصِبا وَالشَبابُ الرُوقُ وَجنَتها
ماءًwater مِنَof الحُسنِbeauty مَغبُوقاًserved at evening وَمُصطَبَحاand served at morning
ماءً مِنَ الحُسنِ مَغبُوقاً وَمُصطَبَحا
Youth and blooming young vigor watered her cheek
The morning breeze and tender youth had watered
With beauty's water, served at evening and at morning.
Her soft cheek with clear draughts at break of day
حاوَلتُI tried رَشفَsipping اللَمىthe lips' duskiness مِنfrom بَردthe coolness of رِيقَتِهاher saliva
حاوَلتُ رَشفَ اللَمى مِن بَرد رِيقَتِها
أُطفيI quench بِهِwith it مِنof لَهيبthe blaze of الوَجدِlonging ماwhat لقَحاflared up
أُطفي بِهِ مِن لَهيب الوَجدِ ما لقَحا
I tried to sip the cool saliva of her dusky lips,
I strove to sip the wines her mouth distilled
To quench with it whatever flames of longing had flared.
To quench in me the flames desire had lit.
فَأَعرَضتso she turned away لِبياضٍbecause of whiteness لاحَappeared قائِلَةًsaying
فَأَعرَضت لِبياضٍ لاحَ قائِلَةً
ياoh بُعدَهُhow far away he is مُنتَبِذاًset apart عَنّاfrom us وَمُطَّرِحاand cast aside
يا بُعدَهُ مُنتَبِذاً عَنّا وَمُطَّرِحا
But she turned away at a gleam of white, saying:
But she averted to a whiteness, saying,
How far away he is, removed from us and cast aside!
"How far the hoped-for union now deferred!
هَيهاتَfar beyond reach وَصلُunion with الحِسانthe beautiful women الغانياتthe alluring beauties وَفيand in
هَيهاتَ وَصلُ الحِسان الغانيات وَفي
لَيلthe night of الشَبيبةyouth صُبحُthe dawn of الشَيبِgray hair قَدalready وَضَحاhas shone
لَيل الشَبيبة صُبحُ الشَيبِ قَد وَضَحا
Far off is union with fair, alluring women, when
Alas that the fair morn and tender twilight
In youth's night the dawn of gray hair has already shone.
Of youth should end in aged evening's gloom!"
فَقُلتُso I said وَالعَينُand the eye شَكرىbrimming with tears وَالفُؤادُand the heart بِهِwithin it
فَقُلتُ وَالعَينُ شَكرى وَالفُؤادُ بِهِ
رَسٌّa hidden ache أُكابِدُI endure مِنهُfrom it الوَجدَlonging وَالبَرَحاand anguish
رَسٌّ أُكابِدُ مِنهُ الوَجدَ وَالبَرَحا
So I said, my eye brimming, my heart harboring
I said, while passion and my heart beside
A hidden ache whose longing and anguish I endure:
Burned for the maid, "Hard severance I endure."
ماnot ذاكَthat عُوفيتِmay you be kept well ياO لَمياءُLamya مِنfrom كِبَرٍold age
ما ذاكَ عُوفيتِ يا لَمياءُ مِن كِبَرٍ
إِنّيindeed I وَطَرفِby the steed of الصِباyouth المَقرورcontented ماnot yet قَرَحاfully matured
إِنّي وَطَرفِ الصِبا المَقرور ما قَرَحا
This is not from age, Lamya—may you be kept well!
"Nay, 'tis no eld, my dear one, that appears.
As for me—by youth's contented steed, still not full-grown—
My youth still smiles beneath the wreath it wove.
وَإِنَّماand only نُوَبُthe vicissitudes of الأَيّامthe days جئنَthey brought بِهِit
وَإِنَّما نُوَبُ الأَيّام جئنَ بِهِ
كَماas تَرَينَyou see وَدَهرٌand time طالَhas been long ماwhat اِجتَرَحاit has wrought
كَما تَرَينَ وَدَهرٌ طالَ ما اِجتَرَحا
Only the vicissitudes of days have brought this,
Misfortunes sent by time have brought to me
As you see, and time, which has long inflicted wounds.
What you behold, and time goes on its way."
غَدَتhave come to تُكَلِّفُنيrequire of me فيهِwithin it العُلاhigh rank شِيَمٌvirtues
غَدَت تُكَلِّفُني فيهِ العُلا شِيَمٌ
وَعَزمَةٌand a resolve لاnot تَنيflags تَنحوهُpursues it حَيثُwherever نَحاit turns
وَعَزمَةٌ لا تَني تَنحوهُ حَيثُ نَحا
Within it, virtues have charged me with seeking the heights,
Now she reproves me if I fall from greatness,
And an unflagging resolve that pursues them wherever they lead;
Urging ambitions that disdain repose,
وَهِمّةٌand an ambition لَيسَdoes not تَرضىaccept النَجمَthe stars مَنزِلَةًas a station
وَهِمّةٌ لَيسَ تَرضى النَجمَ مَنزِلَةً
تُعزىis ascribed لِقَلبٍto a heart إِلىtoward العَلياءِthe heights قَدindeed كَدَحاhas striven
تُعزى لِقَلبٍ إِلى العَلياءِ قَد كَدَحا
And an ambition that will not accept the stars as its station,
Aspiring thoughts that scorn a star their goal,
Ascribed to a heart that has striven toward the heights;
A heart that climbs to loftiest destiny.
وَمَنطِقٌand eloquence تَنظِمُstrings together الجَوزاءُOrion رُؤيَتَهُits vision
وَمَنطِقٌ تَنظِمُ الجَوزاءُ رُؤيَتَهُ
لَكِنyet بِوَصفِin describing عِمادِImad الدينِal-Din قَدindeed كَدَحاhas labored
لَكِن بِوَصفِ عِمادِ الدينِ قَد كَدَحا
And eloquence whose vision strings together Orion's stars,
A speech whose phrases Sirius' self might scan
Yet it has labored to describe Imad al-Din:
Yet finds no flaw in its pure eloquence.
مَولىًa lord مَآثرُهُhis glorious deeds تَستَغرقُexhaust المِدحاpraise
مَولىً مَآثرُهُ تَستَغرقُ المِدحا
لِذاكَfor that reason يَقصُرُfalls short عَنهاof them كُلُّeveryone مَنwho مَدَحاpraised
لِذاكَ يَقصُرُ عَنها كُلُّ مَن مَدَحا
A lord whose glorious deeds exhaust all praise,
So many problems of perplexed minds
So every praiser falls short of them.
He clears, so many mysteries revealed!
مِنfrom سادَةٍmasters وَرِثواthey inherited العَلياءَthe heights وَاِقتَسَمواand shared out
مِن سادَةٍ وَرِثوا العَلياءَ وَاِقتَسَموا
مَآثرthe honors of المَجدِglory فيماin what بَينَهُمis between them مِنَحاas gifts
مَآثر المَجدِ فيما بَينَهُم مِنَحا
From masters who inherited the heights and shared
His fingers hold a pen whose flourishing
The honors of glory among themselves as gifts.
You watch in wonder-lines as straight as reeds.
مِنof كُلِّevery أَزهرَradiant man باديdisplaying البشرcheerfulness غُرّتُهhis bright brow
مِن كُلِّ أَزهرَ بادي البشر غُرّتُه
تَلُوحshines فيin مُدلهمّاتٍdeep darknesses دَجتgrown dark وَضُحاas a white gleam
تَلُوح في مُدلهمّاتٍ دَجت وَضُحا
Each a radiant man of manifest cheer, whose brow
His steps leave prints across the dusty page
Shines brightly through the thickest, blackest gloom.
Like flowers in a garden no breeze stirs.
يُبديhe reveals مُحيّاًa face يُريكَshows you البَدرthe full moon طَلعَتُهُits appearance
يُبدي مُحيّاً يُريكَ البَدر طَلعَتُهُ
يَغُضُّlowers his gaze مِنهُbefore it حَياءًout of modesty كُلُّeveryone مَنwho لَمَحاglimpsed
يَغُضُّ مِنهُ حَياءً كُلُّ مَن لَمَحا
He reveals a face whose appearance shows you the full moon;
The lion in his wrath, the clouds in their weeping,
Every beholder lowers his gaze before it out of modesty.
The deep seas in their swelling, and harsh Fate
إِلىalong with شَمائِلqualities تَندىare dewy كَالرِياضlike gardens إِذاwhen
إِلى شَمائِل تَندى كَالرِياض إِذا
ماever وابلُthe downpour of المُزنِthe clouds فيهاwithin them دَمعَهُits tears سَفَحاpoured out
ما وابلُ المُزنِ فيها دَمعَهُ سَفَحا
Along with qualities as dewy as gardens whenever
His open hand outdoes in bounty, his true word
The clouds' downpour has shed its tears upon them.
In faith, when gifts and promises are weighed.
إِمامleader أَهلِthe people of التُقىpiety وَالعلمand learning شيمَتُهُhis nature
إِمام أَهلِ التُقى وَالعلم شيمَتُهُ
بَذلُbestowing النَدىbounty مِنfrom أَيادٍhands سَيبُهاtheir generosity رَشَحاdripped
بَذلُ النَدى مِن أَيادٍ سَيبُها رَشَحا
Leader of the people of piety and learning, whose nature is
Say to the man who hopes his worth to match,
Bestowing bounty from hands that drip with generosity.
"Accept your loss, be counseled now to yield."
تَغدُوbecome الأَمانيُّwishes حَسرىexhausted دونَshort of هِمّتِهُhis ambition
تَغدُو الأَمانيُّ حَسرى دونَ هِمّتِهُ
إِذاwhen يَروحُhe goes forth عَلىtoward العَلياءthe heights مُقتَرِحاdemanding
إِذا يَروحُ عَلى العَلياء مُقتَرِحا
Wishes fall exhausted short of his ambition
Excellence in the world is apportioned
Whenever he goes forth demanding the heights.
By God who rules the throne, according to His will.
فَلُذso seek refuge بِهِin him طَودَa mountain of عَلمٍknowledge لَوif تُوازِنُهُwere to match his weight
فَلُذ بِهِ طَودَ عَلمٍ لَو تُوازِنُهُ
هِضابُthe hills of رَضوىRadwa عَلىdespite مِقدارهاtheir magnitude رَجحاhe would outweigh
هِضابُ رَضوى عَلى مِقدارها رَجحا
So seek refuge in him, a mountain of knowledge: if weighed against
And here is one born of imagination's daughters,
Radwa's hills, vast as they are, he would outweigh them.
A heart enraptured only by your songs.
يُريكَhe shows you مِنfrom لَفظِهِhis words الكَشافall-revealing إِنif نَطَقَتspoke
يُريكَ مِن لَفظِهِ الكَشاف إِن نَطَقَت
عُلياthe sublimity of بِلاغَتِهِhis eloquence ماwhat يُخرسُsilences الفُصَحاthe eloquent
عُليا بِلاغَتِهِ ما يُخرسُ الفُصَحا
Through his revealing words he shows you, when
Imagine her a garden dressed in light's mantles,
His lofty eloquence speaks, what strikes the eloquent dumb.
Where dawn has loosed theBucket in the trees.
فَكَمso how many بِهِthrough him مِنof مُشكلٍa difficulty لِلفَهمِto understanding قَدindeed وَضَحاbecame clear
فَكَم بِهِ مِن مُشكلٍ لِلفَهمِ قَد وَضَحا
وَمُقفَلand a locked matter بِدَقيقthrough subtle الفِكرِthought قَدindeed فُتِحاwas opened
وَمُقفَل بِدَقيق الفِكرِ قَد فُتِحا
How many a difficulty he has made clear to the understanding,
A hand like snow has let theBucket down
And how many a locked matter has been opened through subtle thought!
And birds sing out from every branch in joy.
لَهُhe has يَراعٌa reed pen إِذاwhen يَعلُوrises above أَنامِلُهُhis fingers
لَهُ يَراعٌ إِذا يَعلُو أَنامِلُهُ
شاهدتَyou saw أَروعan awe-inspiring warrior بِالخَطيَّةِwith a Khatti spear اِتَّشَحاgirded himself
شاهدتَ أَروع بِالخَطيَّةِ اِتَّشَحا
He has a reed pen: when it rises above his fingers,
A beggar hoping you will condescend to write,
You see a formidable warrior girded with a Khatti spear.
Regain a fortune that avarice lost.
وَإِنand if مَشىwalked فيover أَعاليthe surface of الطِرسِthe parchment مَرقَمُهhis pen
وَإِن مَشى في أَعالي الطِرسِ مَرقَمُه
تَخالُyou imagine أَرقمَa speckled snake وَسطamid الرَوضِthe garden فاهُits mouth شَحاit opened wide
تَخالُ أَرقمَ وَسط الرَوضِ فاهُ شَحا
And when his pen walks over the surface of the parchment,
Guardian of virtue in a land of cities
You imagine a speckled serpent amid a garden, its mouth agape.
Whose throngs the wastes and wilds itself has spawned,
ماneither الليثُthe lion إِنwhen جَرحاit wounds وَالغَيثُand the rain إِنwhen رَشَحاit drips
ما الليثُ إِن جَرحا وَالغَيثُ إِن رَشَحا
وَالدَهرُand time إِنwhen سَمَحاit gives freely وَالبَحرُand the sea إِنwhen طَفَحاit overflows
وَالدَهرُ إِن سَمَحا وَالبَحرُ إِن طَفَحا
Neither the lion when it wounds, nor rain when it drips,
Where hypocrites feign ignorance, pretending
Nor time when it grants, nor the sea when it brims,
To miss the meaning clear in eloquent words,
أَمضىsharper شَباًin edge مِنهُthan it أَدنىnearer مَنهُthan it وَقعthe coming of فِدىًransom
أَمضى شَباً مِنهُ أَدنى مَنهُ وَقع فِدىً
أَندىmore generous يَداًin hand مِنهُthan it أَوفىmore abundant مِنهُthan it إِنwhen سَمَحاit gives freely
أَندى يَداً مِنهُ أَوفى مِنهُ إِن سَمَحا
Is sharper-edged than it, or nearer at hand with ransom,
You never feared the askers at your door
More generous-handed than it, or more bountiful than it when giving.
Nor roving Arabs racing their mounts at dawn.
فَقُلso say لِمَنto whoever رامَsought فيin فَضلٍexcellence يُماثِلُهُto match him
فَقُل لِمَن رامَ في فَضلٍ يُماثِلُهُ
أَقصِرdesist عَدِمتُكَmay I lose you وَاقبَلand accept نُصحَthe counsel of مَنwhoever نَصَحاadvised sincerely
أَقصِر عَدِمتُكَ وَاقبَل نُصحَ مَن نَصَحا
Say, then, to anyone who seeks to match him in excellence:
Desist—may I lose you!—and accept a sincere adviser's counsel.
إِنّindeed المَعالِيَhigh honors ماthat are بَينَamong الوَرىhumankind مِنَحٌgifts
إِنّ المَعالِيَ ما بَينَ الوَرى مِنَحٌ
مَقسومَةٌapportioned وَإِلهُand the God of العَرشِthe Throne قَدindeed مَنَحاhas bestowed
مَقسومَةٌ وَإِلهُ العَرشِ قَد مَنَحا
High honors among humankind are gifts
Apportioned; and the God of the Throne has bestowed them.
وَهاكهاand take her مِنfrom بَناتِthe daughters of الفِكرِthought غانِيَةًa beauty
وَهاكها مِن بَناتِ الفِكرِ غانِيَةً
فُؤادُهاher heart لِسوىtoward any but مَغناكَyour abode ماnever جَنَحاinclined
فُؤادُها لِسوى مَغناكَ ما جَنَحا
And take her, a beauty among the daughters of thought,
Whose heart has never inclined to any dwelling but yours.
تَخالهاyou would think her رَوضةًa garden غَنّاءَlush قَدindeed لَبِسَتhas put on
تَخالها رَوضةً غَنّاءَ قَد لَبِسَت
مَطارفَbordered robes of النُورِlight فيaround أَعطافِهاher flanks وَشَحاas sashes
مَطارفَ النُورِ في أَعطافِها وَشَحا
You would think her a lush garden that has donned
Mantles of light as sashes about her flanks.
حَلَّتloosened عُرىthe ties of الدَلوِthe bucket فيهاwithin it لِلجَنوبof the south wind يَدٌa hand
حَلَّت عُرى الدَلوِ فيها لِلجَنوب يَدٌ
بَيضاءُwhite and generous وَالطَيرُand the birds فيin أَغصانِهاits branches صَدَحاsang
بَيضاءُ وَالطَيرُ في أَغصانِها صَدَحا
The south wind's hand has loosened the bucket's cords within it—
A white, generous hand—and birds sing among its branches.
مِنfrom عَبدِa slave of رقٍّbondage تَرَجّىwho hoped أَنthat تُكاتِبَهyou contract for his freedom
مِن عَبدِ رقٍّ تَرَجّى أَن تُكاتِبَه
فَضلاًas a favor لِيَرتاضso that it may be tamed دَهرtime بَعدَماafter جَمَحاit ran wild
فَضلاً لِيَرتاض دَهر بَعدَما جَمَحا
From a bondsman who hoped you would contract for his freedom,
As a favor, so that time might be tamed after running wild.
لاmay not زِلتَyou cease تَحميguarding حَريمَthe sanctuary of الفَضلِexcellence فيin بَلَدٍa land
لا زِلتَ تَحمي حَريمَ الفَضلِ في بَلَدٍ
بِهِin it أُناسٌpeople لِبُهمfor the young beasts القاعthe plain إِذwhen سَرَحاthey roamed
بِهِ أُناسٌ لِبُهم القاع إِذ سَرَحا
May you ever guard the sanctuary of excellence in a land
Where people are like young beasts roaming the plain.
تَظاهَرواthey joined forces بِنفاقin promoting الغَيِّerror بَينَهُمamong themselves
تَظاهَروا بِنفاق الغَيِّ بَينَهُم
حَتّىuntil اِدّعاهُclaimed it عَلىdespite مَكروههِits odiousness الفُصَحاthe eloquent
حَتّى اِدّعاهُ عَلى مَكروههِ الفُصَحا
They joined forces to promote error among themselves,
Till even the eloquent claimed it, despite its odiousness.
ماas long as أَمَّmade for ساحَكَyour courtyard طُلّابٌseekers وَماand as long as حَمَلَتcarried
ما أَمَّ ساحَكَ طُلّابٌ وَما حَمَلَت
غَوارِبُthe high backs of الإِبلِthe camels الغادينَthose traveling in the morning وَالرُوَحاand those traveling in the evening
غَوارِبُ الإِبلِ الغادينَ وَالرُوَحا
As long as seekers come to your court, and are borne
On camels' high backs, journeying morning and evening.
Partial English translation: 56 of 74 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1