قُلsay لِأَثيرِto Athir الدينِal-Din خِدنِcompanion of العُلىthe heights
قُل لِأَثيرِ الدينِ خِدنِ العُلى
أَخيbrother of النَدىgenerosity نَجلِscion of أُسودِthe lions of الشَرىal-Shara
أَخي النَدى نَجلِ أُسودِ الشَرى
Say to Athir al-Din, companion of the heights,
brother of generosity, scion of the lions of al-Shara:
أَنتَyou شِهابُthe shooting star of الفَضلِexcellence بَلrather شَمسُهُits sun
أَنتَ شِهابُ الفَضلِ بَل شَمسُهُ
وَهَضبَةُand the massif of المَجدِglory وَطودُand the mountain of الحِجىwisdom
وَهَضبَةُ المَجدِ وَطودُ الحِجى
You are excellence’s shooting star—rather, its sun,
and the massif of glory and the mountain of wisdom.
ياO أَسبَقَforemost of الناسِpeople إِلىtoward غايَةٍa goal
يا أَسبَقَ الناسِ إِلى غايَةٍ
وَياكَريمَand O noble in الفَرعِbranch وَالمُنتَمىand lineage
وَياكَريمَ الفَرعِ وَالمُنتَمى
O foremost of men in reaching a goal,
and O noble in branch and lineage,
ياO مُهدِيَgiver of الدُرِّpearls النَظيمِstrung together الَّذيwhich
يا مُهدِيَ الدُرِّ النَظيمِ الَّذي
أَحسَنَfiner مِنهُthan it مَسمَعيmy ear ماnever وَعىhas taken in
أَحسَنَ مِنهُ مَسمَعي ما وَعى
O giver of strung pearls, than which
my ear has never heard anything finer:
شِعرٌverse كَرَوضٍlike a garden خَضِلٍlush نَبتُهُits growth
شِعرٌ كَرَوضٍ خَضِلٍ نَبتُهُ
باتَتspent the night أَقاحيهِits daisies تَمُجَّexuding النَدىdew
باتَت أَقاحيهِ تَمُجَّ النَدى
verse like a garden whose growth is lush,
its daisies spending the night exuding dew.
فَهوَfor it عَلىdespite قُوَّةِthe strength of أَلفاظِهِits words
فَهوَ عَلى قُوَّةِ أَلفاظِهِ
أَرَقُّmore delicate مِنthan مَرِّthe passing of نَسيمِthe breeze of الصِباthe east wind
أَرَقُّ مِن مَرِّ نَسيمِ الصِبا
For, despite the strength of its words, it is
more delicate than the passing breath of the east wind.
زِدتُI grew سُروراًin joy وَاِبتِهاجاًand gladness بِهِthrough it
زِدتُ سُروراً وَاِبتِهاجاً بِهِ
كَأَنَّنيas though I راجَعتُhad revisited عَصرَthe days of الصِباyouth
كَأَنَّني راجَعتُ عَصرَ الصِبا
Through it I grew in joy and gladness,
as though I had returned to the days of youth.
مِثلُكَone like you لاshould not يَفديgive himself as ransom وَهَلand can تُقتَدىbe ransomed (apparently تُفتدى)
مِثلُكَ لا يَفدي وَهَل تُقتَدى
حَصباءُpebbles of أَرضٍthe earth بِنُجومِwith the stars of السَماheaven
حَصباءُ أَرضٍ بِنُجومِ السَما
One like you should not give himself as ransom; can
earth’s pebbles be ransomed with heaven’s stars?
أَنتَyou حَرىًare deserving أَنthat يُصبِحَshould become الناسُpeople مِنagainst
أَنتَ حَرىً أَن يُصبِحَ الناسُ مِن
كُلِّevery مُلِمٍّcalamity لِعُلاكَfor your eminence الفَدىthe ransom
كُلِّ مُلِمٍّ لِعُلاكَ الفَدى
You deserve that people, against
every calamity, should be ransom for your eminence.
بَدَأتَنيyou approached me first بِالفَضلِwith kindness وَالفَضلُand the credit فيamong الthe
بَدَأتَني بِالفَضلِ وَالفَضلُ في ال
ناسِpeople لِمَنbelongs to whoever أَسلَفَهُbestowed it first وَاِبتَداand took the lead
ناسِ لِمَن أَسلَفَهُ وَاِبتَدا
You first favored me; and the credit among
people belongs to whoever gives first and takes the lead.
فَاِسمَعso listen تَخَطَّتكَmay they pass you by الرَزاياcalamities وَلاand may not
فَاِسمَع تَخَطَّتكَ الرَزايا وَلا
مَرَّتever pass بِناديكَthrough your gathering place صُروفُthe vicissitudes of الرَدىdeath
مَرَّت بِناديكَ صُروفُ الرَدى
So listen—may calamities pass you by, and may no
turns of death ever enter your gathering place—
شَوائِبُthe troubles of الدَهرِtime وَأَحداثُهُand its misfortunes
شَوائِبُ الدَهرِ وَأَحداثُهُ
غادَرنَنيthey left me فيin كَسرِa corner of بَيتيmy house لَفاa castoff
غادَرنَني في كَسرِ بَيتي لَفا
the troubles of time and its misfortunes
have left me cast aside in a corner of my house.
كَسَرنَthey shattered حاجاتيmy wishes وَقَصَّرنَand shortened مِنfrom
كَسَرنَ حاجاتي وَقَصَّرنَ مِن
خَطويmy stride وَماthough not كُنتُwas I قَصيرَshort in الخُطاsteps
خَطوي وَما كُنتُ قَصيرَ الخُطا
They shattered my hopes and shortened
my stride, though I was never short of step.
سِيّانَalike صُبحيmy morning وَمَسائيand my evening فَجُنfor the dark-
سِيّانَ صُبحي وَمَسائي فَجُن
حُ-ness اللَيلِof night عِنديto me مِثلُlike رَأدِthe brightness of الضُحىthe forenoon
حُ اللَيلِ عِندي مِثلُ رَأدِ الضُحى
My morning and evening are alike; for the darkness
of night, to me, is like the bright forenoon.
فَمَهِّدِso make allowance العُذرَthe excuse لِمُستَأخِرٍfor one who is late
فَمَهِّدِ العُذرَ لِمُستَأخِرٍ
مَشَتmarched بِهِwith him أَيّامُهُhis days القَهقَرىbackward
مَشَت بِهِ أَيّامُهُ القَهقَرى
So make allowance for one who is late,
whose days have marched him backward.
فَأَنتَfor you ليto me ذُخرٌa treasure إِذاwhenever نابَنيbesets me
فَأَنتَ لي ذُخرٌ إِذا نابَني
دَهرٌtime فَنِعمَhow excellent الذُخرُthe treasure وَالمُنتَمىand the refuge
دَهرٌ فَنِعمَ الذُخرُ وَالمُنتَمى
For you are my treasure whenever I am beset by
time—what a fine treasure and refuge you are!
Sol 6.1