إِذاif مَرِضَتfalls ill نَفسيmy soul فَأَنتُمthen you are أُساتهاits physicians
إِذا مَرِضَت نَفسي فَأَنتُم أُساتها
وَإِنand if ظَمئتthirsts يَوماًone day فَأَنتُمthen you are فُراتُهاits sweet water
وَإِن ظَمئت يَوماً فَأَنتُم فُراتُها
If my soul falls ill, you are its physicians;
When my soul falls ill, you are its healers,
And if it thirsts one day, you are its sweet water.
And when I'm thirsty one day, you are its Euphrates.
لَهاfor it مِنكُمُfrom you الودّlove الَّذيwhich سارَhas spread ذِكرَهُits fame
لَها مِنكُمُ الودّ الَّذي سارَ ذِكرَهُ
وَحَدَّثand spoke عَنهُof it الرَكبthe caravan تَحدُوchant to urge the camels حُداتهاits camel-drivers
وَحَدَّث عَنهُ الرَكب تَحدُو حُداتها
From you it has a love whose fame has spread,
From you comes the affection whose fame has spread,
And the caravan has spoken of it while its camel-drivers chant.
And the caravan talks of it, chanting its verses.
فَماso what خَبَرٌa report قَدalready زَخرَفَتهُembellished it عِصابَةٌa faction
فَما خَبَرٌ قَد زَخرَفَتهُ عِصابَةٌ
تَقوّلهfabricated it عَنّيabout me الغَداةَthis morning غواتُهاits misguided members
تَقوّله عَنّي الغَداةَ غواتُها
So what is this report that a faction has embellished,
No rumor embellished by a gang
Which its misguided members fabricated about me this morning?
That tells it about me at dawn, wandering.
يَرومونthey seek أَنthat أَسلُوI forget هَواكُمlove for you بِجَهلِهمin their ignorance
يَرومون أَن أَسلُو هَواكُم بِجَهلِهم
وَهَيهاتand how impossible أَنthat تَسلُوforget النُفوسَsouls حَياتُهاtheir life
وَهَيهات أَن تَسلُو النُفوسَ حَياتُها
In their ignorance, they want me to forget my love for you,
They want me to forget my love for you through their ignorance,
Yet souls could never forget their very life.
But alas, how can souls forget what gives them life?
لَئِنif indeed نَقَلreported الأَقوامُthe people عَنّيabout me جِنايَةًan offense
لَئِن نَقَل الأَقوامُ عَنّي جِنايَةً
لَهُمthey indeed وَالإِمامِby the Imam الحَقِّthe rightful حَقّاًtruly جناتُهاits perpetrators
لَهُم وَالإِمامِ الحَقِّ حَقّاً جناتُها
If people have attributed an offense to me,
If people convey a crime about me,
They, by the rightful Imam, are truly its perpetrators.
They and the Imam of truth have the right to rebuke me.
وَماand not شَتَمَinsulted الإِنسانَa person إِلّاexcept مُبلِّغٌa transmitter
وَما شَتَمَ الإِنسانَ إِلّا مُبلِّغٌ
أَفاعيَserpents قَولٍof speech ظَلَّremained فيهاamong them رقاتُهاtheir charmers
أَفاعيَ قَولٍ ظَلَّ فيها رقاتُها
And none insults a person but one who passes on
No one insults a person except a bearer
Serpents of speech, among which their charmers lingered.
Of snakes' words full of their poisons.
إِذاif نَبأٌnews مِنfrom فاسِقٍa wrongdoer جاءَcomes بَغتَةًsuddenly
إِذا نَبأٌ مِن فاسِقٍ جاءَ بَغتَةً
تَبيَّنverify لَهُconcerning it فَالنَفسُfor the soul زينٌan adornment تقاتُهاits piety
تَبيَّن لَهُ فَالنَفسُ زينٌ تقاتُها
If news from a wrongdoer comes suddenly,
When news comes suddenly from a sinner,
Verify it, for a soul's piety is its adornment.
It becomes clear to him, so the soul fortifies itself.
أَبَعدَis it after وَلائيmy allegiance أُصبِحُI become اليَومtoday ناصِباa foe of the Prophet's family
أَبَعدَ وَلائي أُصبِحُ اليَوم ناصِبا
فَياoh, then خُطَّةًa predicament قَدindeed حارَwere bewildered فيهاin it هُداتُهاits guides
فَيا خُطَّةً قَد حارَ فيها هُداتُها
After my allegiance, am I today to become a foe of the Prophet's family?
After my loyalty, do I wake up today an opponent?
Oh, what a predicament, in which its own guides are bewildered!
What a horrifying idea that confused its guides!
وَماand not هَذِهِthis إِلّاexcept أُفيكَةa petty slander مصطحٍMistah's
وَما هَذِهِ إِلّا أُفيكَة مصطحٍ
وَشىhe slandered وَشِرارand the worst الناسُof people عِنديin my view وُشاتهاits talebearers
وَشى وَشِرار الناسُ عِندي وُشاتها
And this is nothing but a petty slander of Mistah's,
These are only the ravings of a slanderer
Who slandered; to me, the worst of people are those who spread it.
Whose evils and people's outcasts are my enemies.
هُمُthey نَقَلواthey reported عَنّيabout me الَّذيwhat لَمdid not أَفُهI speak بِهِof it
هُمُ نَقَلوا عَنّي الَّذي لَم أَفُه بِهِ
وَماand not آفَةthe bane الأَخبارof reports إِلّاexcept رُواتُهاtheir transmitters
وَما آفَة الأَخبار إِلّا رُواتُها
They have attributed to me what I never uttered,
They conveyed about me what I never understood,
And reports have no bane but their transmitters.
And the problem with news is its narrators.
Sol 6.1