إِنَّindeed السَلامَةَsafety أَنthat تَرضىyou be content بِماwith what قُضِياhas been decreed
إِنَّ السَلامَةَ أَن تَرضى بِما قُضِيا
لَيَسلَمَنَّwill surely be safe بِإِذنِby the leave of اللَهِGod مَنwhoever رَضِياis content
لَيَسلَمَنَّ بِإِذنِ اللَهِ مَن رَضِيا
Safety truly lies in being content with what has been decreed.
To be safe is to accept what's been decreed
Whoever is content will surely be safe, by God's leave.
Who is content will be safe, God willing, indeed
المَرءُa person يَأمُلُhopes وَالآمالُand hopes كاذِبَةٌare false
المَرءُ يَأمُلُ وَالآمالُ كاذِبَةٌ
وَالمَرءُand a person تَصحَبُهُaccompany him الآمالُhopes ماas long as بَقِياhe lives
وَالمَرءُ تَصحَبُهُ الآمالُ ما بَقِيا
A man hopes, though hopes are false,
A man may hope though hopes are often lies
And hopes accompany a man as long as he lives.
And hopes persist for one until he dies
ياah رُبَّmany a باكٍa weeping man عَلىover مَيتٍa dead person وَباكِيَةٍand a weeping woman
يا رُبَّ باكٍ عَلى مَيتٍ وَباكِيَةٍ
لَمdid not يَلبَثاthey both linger بَعدَafter ذاكَthat المَيتِdead person أَنto بُكِياthey were both wept over
لَم يَلبَثا بَعدَ ذاكَ المَيتِ أَن بُكِيا
Ah, many a man and woman weeping over a dead man
Oh Lord, here are mourners weeping o’er the dead
Were themselves wept over not long after that dead man.
Not long ago it was they who tears were shed
وَرُبَّand many a ناعٍannouncer of death نَعىannounced the deaths of حيناًfor a time أَحِبَّتَهُhis loved ones
وَرُبَّ ناعٍ نَعى حيناً أَحِبَّتَهُ
ماnot زالَceased يَنعىannouncing deaths إِلىuntil أَنthat قيلَit was said قَدindeed نُعِياhe was announced dead
ما زالَ يَنعى إِلى أَن قيلَ قَد نُعِيا
And many a herald of death, who for a time announced his loved ones' deaths,
And one who laments will soon lament no more
Kept announcing deaths until it was said, "His death has been announced."
When it is said, alas he's gone before
عِلميmy knowledge بِأَنّيof the fact that I أَذوقُI shall taste المَوتَdeath نَغَّصَspoiled ليfor me
عِلمي بِأَنّي أَذوقُ المَوتَ نَغَّصَ لي
طيبَsweetness of الحَياةِlife فَماso not تَصفوis serene الحَياةُlife لِياfor me
طيبَ الحَياةِ فَما تَصفو الحَياةُ لِيا
My knowledge that I shall taste death has spoiled for me
The knowledge I will taste of death severs
Life's sweetness, so life is not serene for me.
The sweet in life, and life feels not so sweet
كَمhow many مِنof أَخٍa brother تَغتَذيfeed دودُworms التُرابِof the earth بِهِon him
كَم مِن أَخٍ تَغتَذي دودُ التُرابِ بِهِ
وَكانَand he was حَيّاًalive بِحُلوِon the sweetness of العَيشِlife مُغتَذِياfeeding
وَكانَ حَيّاً بِحُلوِ العَيشِ مُغتَذِيا
How many a brother the worms of the earth feed upon,
Many a brother is now but food for worms
Yet, when alive, he fed on life's sweetness.
Though life once fed his hopes and kept them firm
يَبلىdecays مَعَwith المَيتِthe dead person ذِكرُremembrance الذاكِرينَof those who remember لَهُof him
يَبلى مَعَ المَيتِ ذِكرُ الذاكِرينَ لَهُ
مَنwhoever غابَdeparted غَيبَةَan absence like that of مَنone who لاnot يُرتَجىis hoped for نُسِياwas forgotten
مَن غابَ غَيبَةَ مَن لا يُرتَجى نُسِيا
With the dead man, his memory among those who recall him fades.
With death memory of the dead then fades
Whoever departs as one from whom nothing is hoped is forgotten.
Who's long unseen is as one no more delayed
مَنwhoever ماتَdied ماتَdied رَجاءُhope الناسِof people مِنهُfrom him فَوَلso they showed
مَن ماتَ ماتَ رَجاءُ الناسِ مِنهُ فَوَل
لَوهُhim الجَفاءَcoldness وَمَنand whoever لاnot يُرتَجىis hoped for جُفِياwas shunned
لَوهُ الجَفاءَ وَمَن لا يُرتَجى جُفِيا
When one dies, people's hopes of him die; so they show
When one has died men's hopes in him then die
Him coldness; and whoever inspires no hope is shunned.
Left to neglect when no more expected nigh
إِنَّindeed الرَحيلَdeparture عَنِfrom الدُنياthis world لَيُزعِجُنيsurely troubles me
إِنَّ الرَحيلَ عَنِ الدُنيا لَيُزعِجُني
إِنif لَمnot يَكُنit is رائِحاًdeparting in the evening بيwith me كانَit is مُغتَدِياdeparting in the morning
إِن لَم يَكُن رائِحاً بي كانَ مُغتَدِيا
Indeed, departing from this world surely troubles me;
It troubles me to leave this mortal world
If it does not carry me off at evening, it will in the morning.
Though I depart I wished a while to stay
الحَمدُpraise لِلَّهِbelongs to God طوبىblessedness لِلسَعيدِfor the fortunate وَمَنand whoever
الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ طوبى لِلسَعيدِ وَمَن
لَمnot يُسعِدِmakes fortunate اللَهُGod بِالتَقوىthrough piety فَقَدthen indeed شَقِياbecame wretched
لَم يُسعِدِ اللَهُ بِالتَقوى فَقَد شَقِيا
Praise be to God! Blessed is the fortunate; and whoever
All praise to God! Joy to the fortunate!
God has not made fortunate through piety is indeed wretched.
Without God's guidance miserable one's fate
كَمhow many غافِلٍa heedless person عَنof حِياضِpools المَوتِof death فيin لَعِبٍplay
كَم غافِلٍ عَن حِياضِ المَوتِ في لَعِبٍ
يُمسيspends the evening وَيُصبِحُand spends the morning رَكّاباًconstantly riding لِماafter what هَوِياhe desires
يُمسي وَيُصبِحُ رَكّاباً لِما هَوِيا
How many a heedless man, oblivious to death's pools, at play,
How heedless some are of death's coming tide
Spends evening and morning ever riding after what he desires.
Morn and eve riding what shall be their ride
وَمُنقَضٍand passing away ماwhat تَراهُsees it العَينُthe eye مُنقَطِعٌcoming to an end
وَمُنقَضٍ ما تَراهُ العَينُ مُنقَطِعٌ
ماnot كُلُّevery شَيءٍthing يُرىis seen إِلّاexcept لِيَنقَضِياso it may pass away
ما كُلُّ شَيءٍ يُرى إِلّا لِيَنقَضِيا
And all the eye beholds is passing away, coming to an end;
What is seen shall cease though now clearly viewed
Nothing is seen but that it must pass away.
All that appears only to disappear
Sol 6.1