وَلَيلَةٍand a night كَرَجائيlike my hope فيin بَنيthe sons of زَمَنيmy time
وَلَيلَةٍ كَرَجائي في بَني زَمَني
مُسَوَّدَةِblackened الوَجهِof face مَنسوباًascribed إِلىto الفَحَمِcharcoal
مُسَوَّدَةِ الوَجهِ مَنسوباً إِلى الفَحَمِ
And a night like my hope in the sons of my time,
And a night like my hopes among the days of my life
Its face blackened, akin to charcoal,
Black-faced, attributed to charcoal
سَدَّتit barred عَلىto نَظَرِthe sight of الرائينَthe beholders مَنهَجُهُits path
سَدَّت عَلى نَظَرِ الرائينَ مَنهَجُهُ
حَتّىuntil تَعارَفَتِrecognized one another الأَشخاصُpeople بِالكَلَمِby speech
حَتّى تَعارَفَتِ الأَشخاصُ بِالكَلَمِ
It barred the path of the beholders' sight,
It blocked the path of the seers' sight
Until people recognized one another by speech.
Until people got to know each other by speech
لاnot أَسأَمُI tire of الجُهدَthe toil فيهاin it أَنto أُكابِدُهُI endure it
لا أَسأَمُ الجُهدَ فيها أَن أُكابِدُهُ
وَلاnor تَرىyou see صاحِبَone with الحاجاتِneeds ذاpossessed of سَأَمِweariness
وَلا تَرى صاحِبَ الحاجاتِ ذا سَأَمِ
I do not tire of the toil I endure in it,
I do not tire of the effort therein to endure it
Nor do you find a man in need given to weariness.
Nor do you see the man of needs grown weary
أُحاوِلُI seek النَجحَsuccess فيin أَمرٍa task أُزاوِلُهُI undertake it
أُحاوِلُ النَجحَ في أَمرٍ أُزاوِلُهُ
وَالنَجحُand success فيin دُلُجاتِthe night journeys of الأَينَقِthe she-camels الرُسُمِswift-striding
وَالنَجحُ في دُلُجاتِ الأَينَقِ الرُسُمِ
I seek success in a task I undertake,
I try for success in a matter I pursue
And success lies in the night journeys of swift-striding she-camels.
And success in the dark lanes of elegance is decorum
تَميلُturns كَفِّيَmy hand مِنfrom سَيفٍa sword إِلىto قَلَمٍa pen
تَميلُ كَفِّيَ مِن سَيفٍ إِلى قَلَمٍ
وَالعِزُّand glory نِصفانِtwo halves بَينَbetween السَيفِthe sword وَالقَلَمِand the pen
وَالعِزُّ نِصفانِ بَينَ السَيفِ وَالقَلَمِ
My hand turns from a sword to a pen,
My palm inclines from a sword to a pen
And glory is divided in two between the sword and the pen.
And glory is halved between the sword and the pen
Sol 6.1