لَكَمhow many فَلتَةٍa lapse ليof mine قَدindeed وَقىwarded off اللَهُGod شَرَّهاits harm
لَكَم فَلتَةٍ لي قَد وَقى اللَهُ شَرَّها
طَلَبتُI sought لِنَفسيfor myself نَفعَthe benefit of شَيءٍsomething فَضَرَّهاbut it harmed my soul
طَلَبتُ لِنَفسي نَفعَ شَيءٍ فَضَرَّها
God has warded off the harm of so many a lapse of mine!
How many trials have I faced, but Allah protected me from their evil!
I sought benefit for myself from something, but it harmed me.
I sought benefit for myself in something, but it harmed me.
لَكَto You الحَمدُpraise ياO مَولايَmy Lord ياO خالِقَCreator of الوَرىhumankind
لَكَ الحَمدُ يا مَولايَ يا خالِقَ الوَرى
كَثيراًabundantly عَلىfor ماwhat ساءَgrieved نَفسيmy soul وَسَرَّهاand gladdened it
كَثيراً عَلى ما ساءَ نَفسي وَسَرَّها
Praise is Yours, O my Lord, O Creator of humankind,
All praise is for You, my Master, Creator of all.
Abundantly, for what grieved my soul and gladdened it.
Abundant thanks for what displeased my soul, and what delighted her.
أَرىI see العَينَthe eye عَينَthe eye of السُخطِdiscontent عَيناًan eye سَخينَةًhot with sorrow
أَرى العَينَ عَينَ السُخطِ عَيناً سَخينَةً
وَياand O عَينُeye ياO عَينُeye of الرِضىcontentment ماhow أَقَرَّهاcool and comforted it is
وَيا عَينُ يا عَينُ الرِضى ما أَقَرَّها
I see the eye—the eye of discontent—as an eye hot with sorrow;
I see the eye of displeasure as a heated eye.
And O eye, O eye of contentment—how cool and comforted it is!
And eye of contentment - how soothing it is!
وَماand never زالَتِhas ceased الدُنياthe world تُكَدِّرُclouds صَفوَهاits clarity
وَما زالَتِ الدُنيا تُكَدِّرُ صَفوَها
وَمازالَتِand has never ceased الدُنياthe world تَنَغِّصُspoils دَرَّهاits milk (bounty)
وَمازالَتِ الدُنيا تَنَغِّصُ دَرَّها
And the world has never ceased to cloud its clarity,
The world never ceases muddying its own clarity,
And the world has never ceased to spoil the milk it yields.
The world never stops embittering its own nectar.
بُلِيناwe have been afflicted مِنَby الدُنياthe world عَلىdespite حُبِّناour love لَهاfor it
بُلِينا مِنَ الدُنيا عَلى حُبِّنا لَها
بِدارِwith an abode of غُرورٍdeception وَيحَهاalas for it ماhow أَغَرَّهاdeceptive it is
بِدارِ غُرورٍ وَيحَها ما أَغَرَّها
We have been afflicted by the world, despite our love for it,
We were tested by the world because of our love for it,
With an abode of deception—alas for it, how deceptive it is!
With an abode of delusion - what an illusion it cast!
أَلَسناdo we not نَرىsee الأَيامَthe days تَجريrun their course صُروفُهاtheir vicissitudes
أَلَسنا نَرى الأَيامَ تَجري صُروفُها
أَلَسناdo we not نَرىsee حَثَّthe haste of اللَياليthe nights وَمَرَّهاand their passing
أَلَسنا نَرى حَثَّ اللَيالي وَمَرَّها
Do we not see the days' vicissitudes run their course?
Do we not see the days flowing by with their circumstances?
Do we not see the nights' haste and their passing?
Do we not see the passage of nights and their bitterness?
أَلَسناdo we not نَرىsee غَدرَthe betrayal of الزَمانِtime بِأَهلِهِtoward its people
أَلَسنا نَرى غَدرَ الزَمانِ بِأَهلِهِ
أَلَسناdo we not نَرىsee عَطفَthe wheeling of المَناياdeaths وَكَرَّهاand their renewed charges
أَلَسنا نَرى عَطفَ المَنايا وَكَرَّها
Do we not see time's betrayal of its people?
Do we not see the betrayal of time against its people?
Do we not see death's wheeling turns and its renewed charges?
Do we not see the approach of death and its circling?
لَعَمرُby the life of أَبيmy father إِنَّindeed الحَياةَlife لَحُلوَةٌsurely sweet
لَعَمرُ أَبي إِنَّ الحَياةَ لَحُلوَةٌ
وَلَلمَوتُand surely death كَأسٌa cup ياoh لَهاfor it ماhow أَمَرَّهاbitter it is
وَلَلمَوتُ كَأسٌ يا لَها ما أَمَرَّها
By my father's life, life is indeed sweet,
By my father's life, truly life is sweet,
And death is surely a cup—oh, what a cup! How bitter it is!
And death a cup - how bitter its taste!
Sol 6.1