حَمدَhe praised النَّوَىseparation إذwhen بَلَّغَتهُit brought him مرامَهُhis goal
حَمدَ النَّوَى إذ بَلَّغَتهُ مرامَهُ
وقَضَاand decreed المَسيرُthe journey بأنthat يَذُمَّhe should disparage مقامَهُhis stay
وقَضَا المَسيرُ بأن يَذُمَّ مقامَهُ
He praised separation, since it had brought him to his goal,
He praised the determination when it enabled him to achieve his goal
and the journey decreed that he should disparage his stay.
And the journey decreed that he blame his staying
ونهتهُand forbade him هِمَّتُهُhis ambition عنfrom العَجزweakness الذيwhich
ونهتهُ هِمَّتُهُ عن العَجز الذي
قدalready كانhad سَلَّمَsurrendered للخمولto obscurity زِمامَهُits reins
قد كان سَلَّمَ للخمول زِمامَهُ
His ambition kept him from the weakness that
And his ambition prevented him from the weakness which
had already surrendered its reins to obscurity.
Had handed over the reins to laziness
فالآنso now لاnot يرجوhopes النسيمُthe breeze إذwhen سرىit traveled by night
فالآن لا يرجو النسيمُ إذ سرى
سَحَراًbefore dawn يُبَلِّغُit conveys للحبيبto the beloved سلامَهُhis greeting
سَحَراً يُبَلِّغُ للحبيب سلامَهُ
Now he no longer hopes that the breeze, when it wafts
So now the breeze does not hope, when it wanders
before dawn, will carry his greetings to the beloved.
At dawn, to convey greetings to the beloved
كلاno ولاand not يشتاقُhe longs منamong أوطانهhis native lands
كلا ولا يشتاقُ من أوطانه
ربعاًa dwelling يذكِّرُهُreminds him الهَوَىlove وهُيَامَهُand his love-madness
ربعاً يذكِّرُهُ الهَوَى وهُيَامَهُ
No, nor does he long, among his native lands,
No longer does he long for a land
for a dwelling that reminds him of love and his love-madness.
That would remind him of passion and infatuation
فقدfor indeed استراحَhe found rest منfrom الغرامpassion وأَسرِهِand its captivity
فقد استراحَ من الغرام وأَسرِهِ
وأراحَand relieved منfrom تَعنيفِهِrebuking him لُوَّامَهُhis reproachers
وأراحَ من تَعنيفِهِ لُوَّامَهُ
For he has found rest from passion and its captivity,
For he has rested from love and its captivity
and relieved his reproachers of rebuking him.
And relaxed from the reproach of his blamer
حَسبٌenough المحبِّthe lover منof الهوىlove وهَوَانِهِand its humiliation
حَسبٌ المحبِّ من الهوى وهَوَانِهِ
أنthat يَستَلذَّhe should relish سهادَهُhis sleeplessness وسقَامَهُand his sickness
أن يَستَلذَّ سهادَهُ وسقَامَهُ
Enough for the lover, of love and its humiliation,
It is enough for the lover of passion and humiliation
is to relish his sleeplessness and his sickness,
To enjoy his pillow and illness
ويرىand he regards بأنَّthat الطَّيفَthe dream-phantom أعظمُgreatest مِنحَةٍgift
ويرى بأنَّ الطَّيفَ أعظمُ مِنحَةٍ
إنif صادفchanced upon الجفنُthe eyelid القريحُwounded منامَهُhis sleep
إن صادف الجفنُ القريحُ منامَهُ
and regard the dream-phantom as the greatest gift,
And to see that a phantom is the greatest gift
if his wounded eyelid should chance upon sleep.
If the eyelid happens upon it in his sleep
وَهمٌa delusion يُسَمِّيهِhe calls it الجهولُthe fool صَبَابةًpassionate longing
وَهمٌ يُسَمِّيهِ الجهولُ صَبَابةً
إنindeed الجهولَthe fool لتابعٌsurely a follower أوهامَهُhis delusions
إن الجهولَ لتابعٌ أوهامَهُ
A delusion that the fool calls passionate longing;
And a concern that the ignorant call madness
indeed, the fool follows his delusions.
For the ignorant is a follower of his delusions
كمhow many منof محبٍa lover ذلَّwas humbled بعدafter تَعَزُّزٍself-asserted pride
كم من محبٍ ذلَّ بعد تَعَزُّزٍ
جَهلاًthrough ignorance فأقعَدَهُso it made him sit الهوىpassion وأقامهand made him stand
جَهلاً فأقعَدَهُ الهوى وأقامه
How many a lover has been humbled after pride,
How many lovers have been humiliated after arrogance
through ignorance—then passion made him sit and stand!
Out of ignorance, so passion seated him and stayed him
لستُI am not الذيthe one who يَهتزُّtrembles وجداًwith passion كلماwhenever
لستُ الذي يَهتزُّ وجداً كلما
هَزَّswayed الحبيبُthe beloved منout of الدَّلالcoquetry قوامَهُhis figure
هَزَّ الحبيبُ من الدَّلال قوامَهُ
I am not one who trembles with passion whenever
I am not one who trembles with fervor whenever
the beloved coquettishly sways his figure,
The beloved sways with coquetry
أوor يَغتَدىawakens كَلَفاًinfatuated بلَثمwith kissing عذارهhis downy cheek
أو يَغتَدى كَلَفاً بلَثم عذاره
يَومَthe day of الوداعfarewell وقدand already أماطdrew aside لثَامَهُhis veil
يَومَ الوداع وقد أماط لثَامَهُ
or wakes besotted with kissing his downy cheek
Or pretends to be conceited with kissing his cheek
on the day of farewell, when he has drawn aside his veil.
On the day of farewell when he uncovered his veil
ماhow كانwas أغنىfree of need البينparting عنof رمىshooting at امرئٍa man
ما كان أغنى البين عن رمى امرئٍ
ماnot زالceased يرمىshoots فيinto الفؤادthe heart سهامَهُits arrows
ما زال يرمى في الفؤاد سهامَهُ
How little need parting had to shoot at a man—
The distance was not made bearable for anyone
it never ceased loosing its arrows into his heart.
Who still casts arrows into the heart
ماnot ملَّنيtired of me وطنيmy homeland لطولfor the length of إقامتيmy stay
ما ملَّني وطني لطول إقامتي
قلsay ليto me متىwhen مَلَّtired of القِرابُthe scabbard حُسامَهُits sword
قل لي متى مَلَّ القِرابُ حُسامَهُ
My homeland did not tire of me for my long stay;
My homeland did not bore me from my long stay
tell me, when has a scabbard tired of its sword?
Tell me, when did kinship bore its sword?
لكننيbut I جَرَّدتُI unsheathed منيfrom myself عَزمَةًa firm resolve
لكنني جَرَّدتُ مني عَزمَةً
قطعتcut away منfrom الزمنTime البخيلmiserly لِثامَهُits veil
قطعت من الزمن البخيل لِثامَهُ
But I unsheathed from within myself a resolve
But I stripped myself of determination
that cut the veil from miserly Time.
And cut off the stingy times' garment
ورحَلتُand I journeyed رِحلَةَthe journey of منone who يُعَلِّلُsoothes بالمُنىwith wishes
ورحَلتُ رِحلَةَ من يُعَلِّلُ بالمُنى
قَلباًa heart وينقعُand quenches بالرجاءwith hope أُوَامَهُits burning thirst
قَلباً وينقعُ بالرجاء أُوَامَهُ
And I journeyed as one who soothes with wishes
And travelled a journey of one who excuses
a heart, and quenches its burning thirst with hope.
A heart with wishing and softens its afflictions
وعَلِمتand I knew أنَّthat الجَدبَdrought ليسdoes not يروعُfrighten مَنone who
وعَلِمت أنَّ الجَدبَ ليس يروعُ مَن
أَضحتhas become يمينُthe right hand ابنِIbn (son of) الزُّبيرِal-Zubayr غمامَهُhis raincloud
أَضحت يمينُ ابنِ الزُّبيرِ غمامَهُ
And I knew that drought cannot frighten one
And I knew that drought does not frighten one
for whom Ibn al-Zubayr's right hand has become a raincloud.
Whose right hand has become Ibn Al-Zubayr's cloud
تتفاخرvie in boasting الكتَّابُthe scribes منهof him بسيدٍof a master
تتفاخر الكتَّابُ منه بسيدٍ
لاnot يَرتضيhe accepts عَبدَAbd الحميدal-Hamid غلامَهhis servant
لا يَرتضي عَبدَ الحميد غلامَه
The scribes vie in boasting of him as a master
The writers boast of a master from him
who would not accept Abd al-Hamid as his servant.
Whose servant Abdul Hamid does not accept
خَطّhandwriting كوشيlike the embroidery of الروضthe meadow حَيَّاهُrevived it الحَيَّاthe rain
خَطّ كوشي الروض حَيَّاهُ الحَيَّا
فأدَارَso it passes around بالمعنىthrough meaning عليكَto you مُدامَهits wine
فأدَارَ بالمعنى عليكَ مُدامَه
Handwriting like the embroidery of a meadow brought to life by rain;
Koushi lined the garden, so greet it with life
so through its meaning it passes you its wine.
And make its meaning revolve around you
فتكادso you almost تَدهشare dazzled إنif رَأيتَyou see بَنانَهُhis fingertips
فتكاد تَدهش إن رَأيتَ بَنانَهُ
وتكادand you almost تَسكرُgrow drunk إنif سَمعتyou hear كَلامَهُhis words
وتكاد تَسكرُ إن سَمعت كَلامَهُ
So you are almost dazzled if you see his fingertips,
You are almost astonished when you see its structure
and you almost grow drunk if you hear his words.
And you almost get drunk when you hear its speech
السَّطرُthe written line يَحكىresembles الغُصنَthe branch إذwhen هوit مُثمِرٌfruit-bearing
السَّطرُ يَحكى الغُصنَ إذ هو مُثمِرٌ
وإذاand when سَجَعتَyou chant in rhyme بهwith it حَكَّيتyou imitate حَمَامَهُits doves
وإذا سَجَعتَ به حَكَّيت حَمَامَهُ
The line of script resembles a branch when it bears fruit,
The line tells of the branch when it is fruitful
and when you recite it in rhyme, you imitate its doves.
And when you recite it, you tell of its doves
وافاكَhe came to you فيin شَهرِthe month of الصِّيامfasting وماand not أَتىhe came
وافاكَ في شَهرِ الصِّيام وما أَتى
أوuntil مَلَّgrew weary of منbecause of شُحِّthe stinginess of النفوسsouls صيامَهُhis fast
أو مَلَّ من شُحِّ النفوس صيامَهُ
He came to you in the month of fasting, and did not come
He brought it to you in the month of fasting, and nothing
until people's stinginess had made him weary of his fast.
Came or tired of the souls' stinginess and their fasting
وأبيكand by your father لولاwere it not for ذاكthat لمnot يَرحَلset out ولمand not
وأبيك لولا ذاك لم يَرحَل ولم
يُظهرshow لحادثةto the ordeal of النَّوىseparation أقدامَهُhis feet
يُظهر لحادثة النَّوى أقدامَهُ
And by your father, but for that, he would not have traveled, nor
And were it not for that, your father would not have travelled or
put his feet forward to face the ordeal of separation.
Revealed to the determination of An-Nawa his feet
أَيُقيمُdoes he remain? فيin أوطانهhis native lands مُتَأَدِّبٌa man of letters
أَيُقيمُ في أوطانه مُتَأَدِّبٌ
ماno خلفَهُbehind him مالٌwealth ولاnor قُدَّامهُbefore him
ما خلفَهُ مالٌ ولا قُدَّامهُ
Can a man of letters remain in his native lands,
Does the well-mannered remain in his homelands
with no wealth behind him or before him?
When no money remains for him present or future?
Sol 6.1