ناشِئٌa youth فيin الوَردِthe roses مِنof أَيّامِهِhis days
ناشِئٌ في الوَردِ مِن أَيّامِهِ
حَسبُهُsufficient for him اللَهُGod أَبِالوَردِwas it over roses? عَثَرhe stumbled
حَسبُهُ اللَهُ أَبِالوَردِ عَثَر
A youth amid the roses of his days;
Budding amidst roses since his days of youth
God suffice him—did he stumble over roses?
May Allah suffice him among roses though he stumbles
سَدَّدَaimed السَهمَthe arrow إِلىat صَدرِthe breast of الصِباyouth
سَدَّدَ السَهمَ إِلى صَدرِ الصِبا
وَرَماهُand shot it فيinto حَواشيهِits fringes الغُرَرradiant
وَرَماهُ في حَواشيهِ الغُرَر
He aimed the arrow at youth's breast
He aimed the arrow at the breast of youth
and shot it into its radiant fringes,
And shot it into its most precious margins
بِيَدٍwith a hand لاnot تَعرِفُknowing الشَرَّevil وَلاand not
بِيَدٍ لا تَعرِفُ الشَرَّ وَلا
صَلَحَتwas suited إِلّاexcept لِتَلهوto play بِالأُكَرwith balls
صَلَحَت إِلّا لِتَلهو بِالأُكَر
with a hand that knew no evil, and was never
With a hand that knows not evil nor
fit for anything but playing with balls.
Was it made except to play with pure wine
بُسِطَتwas outstretched لِلسُمِّfor poison وَالحَبلِand the rope وَماand not
بُسِطَت لِلسُمِّ وَالحَبلِ وَما
بُسِطَتwas outstretched لِلكَأسِfor the cup يَوماًone day وَالوَتَرand the musical string
بُسِطَت لِلكَأسِ يَوماً وَالوَتَر
It was outstretched for poison and the rope, but never
It was outstretched to poison and rope but was not
outstretched for the cup or the musical string, even once.
Outstretched to a goblet or lute
غَفَرَmay forgive اللَهُGod لَهُhim ماwhat ضَرَّهُharmed him
غَفَرَ اللَهُ لَهُ ما ضَرَّهُ
لَوhad قَضىfulfilled مِنof لَذَّةِthe pleasure of العَيشِlife الوَطَرhis desire
لَو قَضى مِن لَذَّةِ العَيشِ الوَطَر
May God forgive him! What harm would it have done him
May Allah forgive him what harmed him
had he fulfilled his longing for life's pleasures?
Even if he had fulfilled the pleasure of a fleeting life
لَمnot يُمَتَّعwas granted enjoyment مِنof صِباthe youth of أَيّامِهِhis days
لَم يُمَتَّع مِن صِبا أَيّامِهِ
وَلَياليهِand his nights أَصيلٌlate afternoon وَسَحَرand predawn
وَلَياليهِ أَصيلٌ وَسَحَر
He was granted no enjoyment of his youthful days
He did not enjoy the days of his youth
and nights—not an evening, not a predawn hour.
Or its nights, neither beginning nor end
يَتَمَنّىlongs for الشَيخُthe old man مِنهُof it ساعَةًan hour
يَتَمَنّى الشَيخُ مِنهُ ساعَةً
بِحِجابِin exchange for the membrane of السَمعِhearing أَوor نورِthe light of البَصَرsight
بِحِجابِ السَمعِ أَو نورِ البَصَر
An old man longs for an hour of it,
The old man wishes from him an hour
at the price of his hearing's membrane or the light of his sight.
Behind a veil of hearing or the light of sight
لَيسَthere is not فيin الجَنَّةِParadise ماanything that يُشبِهُهُresembles it
لَيسَ في الجَنَّةِ ما يُشبِهُهُ
خِفَّةًlightness فيin الظِلِّshade أَوor طيبَsweetness of قِصَرbrevity
خِفَّةً في الظِلِّ أَو طيبَ قِصَر
Nothing in Paradise resembles it
There is nothing in Paradise that resembles it
in its lightness of shade or its sweet brevity.
Neither its lightness of shade nor perfume of palace
فَصِباfor the youth of الخُلدِeternity كَثيرٌabundant دائِمٌenduring
فَصِبا الخُلدِ كَثيرٌ دائِمٌ
وَصِباand the youth of الدُنياthis world عَزيزٌprecious مُختَصَرbrief
وَصِبا الدُنيا عَزيزٌ مُختَصَر
For the youth of eternity is abundant and enduring,
For the eternity of youth is abundant and lasting
while this world's youth is precious and brief.
While the youth of the world is rare and brief
كُلُّevery يَومٍday خَبَرٌnews عَنabout حَدَثٍa youth
كُلُّ يَومٍ خَبَرٌ عَن حَدَثٍ
سَئِمَgrew weary of العَيشَlife وَمَنand whoever يَسأَمgrows weary يَذَرleaves
سَئِمَ العَيشَ وَمَن يَسأَم يَذَر
Every day brings news of a youth
Each day tells of an event
weary of life—and whoever wearies leaves it.
He grew weary of life and whoever grows weary leaves
عافَrejected بِالدُنياwith the world بِناءًconsummation بَعدَafter ماhaving
عافَ بِالدُنيا بِناءً بَعدَ ما
خَطَبَcourted الدُنياthe world وَأَهدىand gave gifts وَمَهَرand paid a bride-price
خَطَبَ الدُنيا وَأَهدى وَمَهَر
He rejected consummation with the world, after
He rid himself of the world after having
courting the world, giving gifts, and paying her bride-price.
Wooed it, gifted it, and paid its dowry
حَلَّfreed يَومَon the day of العُرسِthe wedding مِنهاfrom her نَفسَهُhimself
حَلَّ يَومَ العُرسِ مِنها نَفسَهُ
رَحِمَmay have mercy on اللَهُGod العَروسُthe bridegroom المُختَضَرcut down young
رَحِمَ اللَهُ العَروسُ المُختَضَر
On the wedding day, he freed himself from her;
His soul parted from it on its wedding day
may God have mercy on the bridegroom, cut down young.
May Allah have mercy on the blossoming bride
ضاقَgrew narrow بِالعيشَةِwith life ذَرعاًin endurance فَهَوىand so fell
ضاقَ بِالعيشَةِ ذَرعاً فَهَوى
عَنfrom شَفاthe brink of اليَأسِdespair وَبِئسَand how wretched المُنحَدَرthe descent
عَن شَفا اليَأسِ وَبِئسَ المُنحَدَر
Unable to bear life, he fell
Life became too narrow so he rushed
from despair's brink—what a dreadful descent!
From the cliff of despair and the evil descent
راحِلاًdeparting فيin مِثلِthe likeness of أَعمارِthe lifespans of المُنىhopes
راحِلاً في مِثلِ أَعمارِ المُنى
ذاهِباًgoing away فيin مِثلِthe likeness of آجالِthe allotted lifespans of الزَهَرflowers
ذاهِباً في مِثلِ آجالِ الزَهَر
departing with a life as short as the lives of hopes,
Traveling the lifetimes of wishes
passing away with a span as brief as the lives of flowers,
Going the terms of blossoms
هارِباًfleeing مِنfrom ساحَةِthe arena of العَيشِlife وَماand not
هارِباً مِن ساحَةِ العَيشِ وَما
شارَفَapproached الغَمرَةَthe deep waters مِنهاof it وَالغُدُرand the pools
شارَفَ الغَمرَةَ مِنها وَالغُدُر
fleeing life's arena, though he had not
Fleeing from the field of life though he
yet approached its deep waters and pools.
Had not reached its deep end or deceits
لاnot أَرىI see الأَيّامَthe days إِلّاexcept as مَعرَكاًa battlefield
لا أَرى الأَيّامَ إِلّا مَعرَكاً
وَأَرىand I see الصِنديدَthe brave champion فيهِin it مَنwhoever صَبَرendured
وَأَرى الصِنديدَ فيهِ مَن صَبَر
I see the days as nothing but a battlefield,
I see the days only as battlefields
and I see its true champion as one who endures.
And the armor in them for whoever is patient
رُبَّmany a واهيweak in الجَأشِcourage فيهِin him قَصَفٌbrittleness
رُبَّ واهي الجَأشِ فيهِ قَصَفٌ
ماتَdied بِالجُبنِof cowardice وَأَودىand perished بِالحَذَرthrough caution
ماتَ بِالجُبنِ وَأَودى بِالحَذَر
Many a fainthearted man, brittle within,
Many weak-spirited in them were routed
died of cowardice and perished through caution.
Died of cowardice and caused caution
لامَهُblamed him الناسُpeople وَماand how أَظلَمَهُمunjust they were
لامَهُ الناسُ وَما أَظلَمَهُم
وَقَليلٌand few مَنthose who تَغاضىoverlooked أَوor عَذَرexcused
وَقَليلٌ مَن تَغاضى أَو عَذَر
People blamed him—how unjust they were!
People blamed him though they did not wrong him
And few overlooked his fault or excused him.
And few forgave or offered excuse
وَلَقَدand indeed أَبلاكَoffered you عُذراًan excuse حَسَناًworthy
وَلَقَد أَبلاكَ عُذراً حَسَناً
مُرتَديone wearing الأَكفانِshrouds مُلقىًcast فيinto الحُفَرthe pits
مُرتَدي الأَكفانِ مُلقىً في الحُفَر
Indeed, a worthy excuse has been offered you
But your shroud has given you ample excuse
by the one wearing shrouds, cast into the pits.
Cast into the grave, carried to your sleep
قالَsaid ناسٌsome people صَرعَةٌa fatal stroke مِنfrom قَدَرٍfate
قالَ ناسٌ صَرعَةٌ مِن قَدَرٍ
وَقَديماًand long ago ظَلَمَwronged الناسُpeople القَدَرfate
وَقَديماً ظَلَمَ الناسُ القَدَر
Some people said, "A fatal stroke of fate,"
Some said: “A stroke of fate,”
and people have long done fate injustice.
Though long ago people wronged fate
وَيَقولُand says الطِبُّmedicine بَلrather مِنfrom جَنَّةٍmadness
وَيَقولُ الطِبُّ بَل مِن جَنَّةٍ
وَرَأَيتُand I saw العَقلَreason فيamong الناسِpeople نَدَرwas rare
وَرَأَيتُ العَقلَ في الناسِ نَدَر
Medicine says, "No, it was madness,"
Others say: “Rather, it was madness,”
and I have seen how rare reason is among people.
Yet I see reason rarely among people
وَيَقولونَand they say جَفاءٌharshness راعَهُfrightened him
وَيَقولونَ جَفاءٌ راعَهُ
مِنfrom أَبٍa father أَغلَظَharder قَلباًof heart مِنthan حَجَرstone
مِن أَبٍ أَغلَظَ قَلباً مِن حَجَر
They say harshness frightened him,
Some say: “Indifference overtook him”
from a father whose heart was harder than stone;
From a father whose heart was harder than stone
وَاِمتِحانٌand an examination صَعَّبَتهُmade it difficult وَطأَةٌpressure
وَاِمتِحانٌ صَعَّبَتهُ وَطأَةٌ
شَدَّهاhe intensified it فيin العِلمِlearning أُستاذٌa teacher نَكِرforbidding
شَدَّها في العِلمِ أُستاذٌ نَكِر
and an examination, made harder by pressure
And a test made severe by the harshness
a harsh teacher intensified in his schooling.
Of a teacher, ignorant though excelling
لاnot أَرىI see إِلّاexcept نِظاماًa system فاسِداًcorrupt
لا أَرى إِلّا نِظاماً فاسِداً
فَكَّكَbroke apart الغَلمَthe young وَأَودىand brought ruin بِالأُسَرupon families
فَكَّكَ الغَلمَ وَأَودى بِالأُسَر
I see only a corrupt system
I see only a corrupt system
that shattered the young and ruined families.
That undid the boy and destroyed the family
مِنamong ضَحاياهُits victims وَماand how أَكثَرَهاnumerous they are
مِن ضَحاياهُ وَما أَكثَرَها
ذَلِكَthat الكارِهُone who hates فيin غَضِّthe freshness of العُمُرlife
ذَلِكَ الكارِهُ في غَضِّ العُمُر
Among its victims—and how many there are!—
Among its victims—and how many—
is that hater of life in the tender bloom of his years.
That life-hating in the prime of youth
ماnot رَأىhe saw فيin العَيشِlife شَيئاًanything سَرَّهُpleased him
ما رَأى في العَيشِ شَيئاً سَرَّهُ
وَأَخَفُّand the lightest of العَيشِlife ماthat which ساءَsaddened وَسَرand gladdened
وَأَخَفُّ العَيشِ ما ساءَ وَسَر
He saw nothing in life that pleased him,
He saw in life nothing that pleased him
yet the easiest life is one that saddens and delights.
And the lightest life is what is disliked and delightful
نَزَلَalighted in العَيشَlife فَلَمand did not يَنزِلalight سِوىexcept in
نَزَلَ العَيشَ فَلَم يَنزِل سِوى
شُعبَةِthe ravine of الهَمِّcare وَبَيداءِand the desert of الفِكَرthoughts
شُعبَةِ الهَمِّ وَبَيداءِ الفِكَر
He alighted in life, but alighted only in
He came down into life only to find
the ravine of care and the desert of thoughts,
The region of worries and wilderness of thought
وَنَهارٍand a day لَيسَthere is not فيهِin it غِبطَةٌgladness
وَنَهارٍ لَيسَ فيهِ غِبطَةٌ
وَلَيالٍand nights لَيسَthere is not فيهِنَّin them سَمَرevening conversation
وَلَيالٍ لَيسَ فيهِنَّ سَمَر
a day without gladness,
And days that hold no fortune
and nights without evening talk,
Nights that have no conversation
وَدُروسٍand lessons لَمnot يُذَلِّلmade easy قَطفَهاtheir harvesting
وَدُروسٍ لَم يُذَلِّل قَطفَها
عالِمٌa scholar إِنwhen نَطَقَspoke الدَرسَthe lesson سَحَرenchanted
عالِمٌ إِن نَطَقَ الدَرسَ سَحَر
and lessons whose fruits were never made easy to pluck
Lessons whose harvest no scholar,
by a scholar who could enchant when he spoke the lesson.
However excellent, can pick while teaching
وَلَقَدand indeed تُنهِكُهُexhausts him نَهكَwith the exhaustion of الضَنىwasting illness
وَلَقَد تُنهِكُهُ نَهكَ الضَنى
ضَرَّةٌa co-wife مَنظَرُهاher appearance سُقمٌsickness وَضُرand harm
ضَرَّةٌ مَنظَرُها سُقمٌ وَضُر
And indeed, he is worn down as by a wasting illness,
Indeed, scarcity wears him down
by a co-wife whose very sight is sickness and harm.
An appearance of sickness and abasement
وَيُلاقيand encounters نَصَباًhardship مِمّاfrom what اِنطَوىlay concealed
وَيُلاقي نَصَباً مِمّا اِنطَوى
فيin بَنيsons of العَلّاتِco-wives مِنof ضِغنٍrancor وَشَرand evil
في بَني العَلّاتِ مِن ضِغنٍ وَشَر
And he suffers hardship from what lies hidden
And he faces hostility from the arrogant ones
in his paternal half-brothers: rancor and evil.
Of envy and vileness among the kin
إِخوَةٌbrothers ماnot جَمَعَتهُمunited them رَحِمٌa womb
إِخوَةٌ ما جَمَعَتهُم رَحِمٌ
بَعضُهُمsome of them يَمشونَadvance لِلبَعضِagainst the others الخَمَرunder cover
بَعضُهُم يَمشونَ لِلبَعضِ الخَمَر
Brothers whom no single womb united,
Brothers not joined by womb
some of them creep upon the others under cover.
Some of them walk to poison the others
لَمnot يُرَفرِفfluttered مَلَكُthe angel of الحُبِّlove عَلىover
لَم يُرَفرِف مَلَكُ الحُبِّ عَلى
أَبَوَيهِمtheir parents أَوor يُبارِكblessed فيin الثَمَرthe fruit
أَبَوَيهِم أَو يُبارِك في الثَمَر
The angel of love never fluttered over
The angel of love did not flutter upon
their parents, nor blessed the fruit.
Their parents or bless the crops
خَلَقَcreated اللَهُGod مِنَfrom الحُبِّlove الوَرىhumankind
خَلَقَ اللَهُ مِنَ الحُبِّ الوَرى
وَبَنىand built المُلكَthe realm عَلَيهِupon it وَعَمَرand made it flourish
وَبَنى المُلكَ عَلَيهِ وَعَمَر
God created humankind from love,
Allah created love for mankind
and built the realm upon it, and made it flourish.
And built kingdom upon it and peopled it
نَشَأَyoung people of الخَيرِgoodness رُوَيداًslow down قَتلُكُمyour killing
نَشَأَ الخَيرِ رُوَيداً قَتلُكُم
فيin الصِباyouth النَفسَthe soul ضَلالٌerror وَخُسُرand loss
في الصِبا النَفسَ ضَلالٌ وَخُسُر
Good young people, pause! Your killing
Goodness grew slowly—you murdered
of your souls in youth is error and loss.
The soul in youth, misguided and lost
لَوif only عَصَيتُمُyou defied كاذِبِfalse اليَأسِdespair فَماthen not
لَو عَصَيتُمُ كاذِبِ اليَأسِ فَما
فيin صِباهاits youth يَنحَرُslaughters النَفَسَlife-breath الضَجَرweariness
في صِباها يَنحَرُ النَفَسَ الضَجَر
If only you defied false despair, then
Had you disobeyed the lying despair
weariness would not slaughter life in its youth.
Youth does not immolate the weary soul
تُضمِرُit harbors اليَأسَdespair مِنَof الدُنياthe world وَماyet not
تُضمِرُ اليَأسَ مِنَ الدُنيا وَما
عِندَهاit has عَنabout حادِثِthe happenings of الدُنياthe world خَبَرknowledge
عِندَها عَن حادِثِ الدُنيا خَبَر
It harbors despair of the world, though
You harbor despair of life yet know not
it knows nothing of the world's events.
Of the events of life or what they offer
فيمَwhy تَجنونَyou inflict عَلىupon آبائِكُمyour fathers
فيمَ تَجنونَ عَلى آبائِكُم
أَلَمَthe pain of الثُكلِbereavement شَديداًsevere فيin الكِبَرold age
أَلَمَ الثُكلِ شَديداً في الكِبَر
Why do you inflict upon your fathers
Why do you wrong your fathers
bereavement's pain, so bitter in old age,
With the pains of bereavement in old age?
وَتَعُقّونَand act unfilially toward بِلاداًa country لَمnot تَزَلhas ceased
وَتَعُقّونَ بِلاداً لَم تَزَل
بَينَbetween إِشفاقٍanxious concern عَلَيكُمfor you وَحَذَرand fear
بَينَ إِشفاقٍ عَلَيكُم وَحَذَر
and act unfilially toward a country that has always been
And disobey a land that remained
between anxious concern for you and fear?
Between caring for you and caution
فَمُصابُfor the affliction of المُلكِthe realm فيamong شُبّانِهِits young men
فَمُصابُ المُلكِ في شُبّانِهِ
كَمُصابِlike the affliction of الأَرضِthe earth فيin الزَرعِthe crop النَضِرfresh and green
كَمُصابِ الأَرضِ في الزَرعِ النَضِر
For the realm's loss among its young men
For the kingdom to lose its youth
is like the earth's loss of its green, flourishing crop.
Is like the land losing its fresh crops
لَيسَnot يَدريknows أَحَدٌanyone مِنكُمamong you بِماof what
لَيسَ يَدري أَحَدٌ مِنكُم بِما
كانَwould have been يُعطىgiven لَوif تَأَنّىhe had been patient وَاِنتَظَرand waited
كانَ يُعطى لَو تَأَنّى وَاِنتَظَر
No one among you knows what
None among you knows what
he would have been given had he been patient and waited.
Could be granted if he had patience and waited
رُبَّmany a طِفلٍchild بَرَّحَtormented البُؤسُmisery بِهِhim
رُبَّ طِفلٍ بَرَّحَ البُؤسُ بِهِ
مُطِرَwas showered with الخَيرَgood fortune فَتِيّاًas a youth وَمَطَرand showered blessings
مُطِرَ الخَيرَ فَتِيّاً وَمَطَر
Many a child whom misery tormented
How many a child has misery released
was showered with blessings as a youth, and showered them in turn;
Who, as a young man, met with rain of bounty
وَصَبِيٍّand a boy أَزرَتِbelittled الدُنياthe world بِهِhim
وَصَبِيٍّ أَزرَتِ الدُنيا بِهِ
شَبَّgrew up بَينَamid العِزِّhonor فيهاwithin it وَالخَطَرand eminence
شَبَّ بَينَ العِزِّ فيها وَالخَطَر
and many a boy whom the world scorned
And an infant whom the world has armed
grew up amid honor and eminence within it.
Grew between might in it and danger
وَرَفيعٍand an exalted man لَمnot يُسَوِّدهُmade him a lord أَبٌa father
وَرَفيعٍ لَم يُسَوِّدهُ أَبٌ
مَنwho أَبوthe father of الشَمسِthe sun وَمَنand who جَدُّthe grandfather of القَمَرthe moon
مَن أَبو الشَمسِ وَمَن جَدُّ القَمَر
And many a lofty man was not made a lord by his father—
And a noble whose father did not disgrace—
who is the sun's father, and who the moon's grandfather?
Who is the sun’s father? Who is the moon’s ancestor?
فَلَكٌa celestial sphere جارٍin motion وَدُنياand a world لَمnot يَدُمlasted
فَلَكٌ جارٍ وَدُنيا لَم يَدُم
عِندَهاwithin it السَعدُgood fortune وَلاnor النَحسُill fortune اِستَمَرpersisted
عِندَها السَعدُ وَلا النَحسُ اِستَمَر
A sphere in motion, and a world where there is no lasting
A revolving heaven and a world that did not last—
good fortune, nor does ill fortune endure.
Neither fortune nor misfortune in it enduring
رَوِّحواrefresh القَلبَthe heart بِلَذّاتِwith the pleasures of الصِباyouth
رَوِّحوا القَلبَ بِلَذّاتِ الصِبا
فَكَفىfor it suffices الشَيبُgray hair مَجالاًroom لِلكَدَرfor sorrow
فَكَفى الشَيبُ مَجالاً لِلكَدَر
Refresh the heart with youth's pleasures,
Delight your heart with the joys of youth
for gray hair gives sorrow room enough.
For grey hair is sphere enough for gloom
عالِجواpractice الحِكمَةَwisdom وَاِستَشفواand seek healing بِهاthrough it
عالِجوا الحِكمَةَ وَاِستَشفوا بِها
وَاِنشُدواand seek ماwhat ضَلَّwas lost مِنهاof it فيin السِيَرbiographies
وَاِنشُدوا ما ضَلَّ مِنها في السِيَر
Practice wisdom and seek healing through it,
Seek wisdom and heal with it
and seek what has been lost of it in biographies.
And chant what was lost of it in verse
وَاِقرَأواand read آدابَthe literature of مَنthose قَبلِكُمbefore you
وَاِقرَأوا آدابَ مَن قَبلِكُم
رُبَّماoften عَلَّمَtaught حَيّاًa living person مَنone who غَبَرpassed away
رُبَّما عَلَّمَ حَيّاً مَن غَبَر
Read the writings of those before you:
And read the manners of those before you
often one long gone has taught a living person.
Perhaps the living taught one who passed
وَاِغنَمواand seize ماwhat سَخَّرَmade available اللَهُGod لَكُمfor you
وَاِغنَموا ما سَخَّرَ اللَهُ لَكُم
مِنof جَمالٍbeauty فيin المَعانيmeanings وَالصُوَرand forms
مِن جَمالٍ في المَعاني وَالصُوَر
And seize what God has made available to you
And make use of what Allah has subjected for you
of beauty in meanings and forms.
Of beauty in meanings and forms
وَاِطلُبواand seek العِلمَknowledge لِذاتِfor the sake of العِلمِknowledge لاnot
وَاِطلُبوا العِلمَ لِذاتِ العِلمِ لا
لِشَهاداتٍfor certificates وَآرابٍand aims أُخَرother
لِشَهاداتٍ وَآرابٍ أُخَر
Seek knowledge for its own sake, not
And seek knowledge for its own sake, not
for certificates and other aims.
For credentials and others’ approbation
كَمmany a غُلامٍboy خامِلٍundistinguished فيin دَرسِهِhis studies
كَم غُلامٍ خامِلٍ في دَرسِهِ
صارَbecame بَحرَan ocean of العِلمِknowledge أُستاذَthe master of العُصُرthe ages
صارَ بَحرَ العِلمِ أُستاذَ العُصُر
Many a boy undistinguished in his studies
How many indolent boys in their lessons
became an ocean of learning, a master of the ages;
Became oceans of knowledge, the age’s professor!
وَمُجِدٍّand a diligent one فيهِin it أَمسىended up خامِلاًobscure
وَمُجِدٍّ فيهِ أَمسى خامِلاً
لَيسَnot فيمَنamong those who غابَwere absent أَوor فيمَنamong those who حَضَرwere present
لَيسَ فيمَن غابَ أَو فيمَن حَضَر
and many diligent in study ended in obscurity,
And excellent ones among them became indolent—
counted neither among the absent nor among the present.
None among the absent or the present
قاتِلُthe killer of النَفسِthe soul لَوeven if كانَتit were لَهُhis own
قاتِلُ النَفسِ لَو كانَت لَهُ
أَسخَطَangered اللَهَGod وَلَمand did not يُرضِplease البَشَرhumankind
أَسخَطَ اللَهَ وَلَم يُرضِ البَشَر
The killer of his own soul—even if it belonged to him—
Killing the soul, even if it belonged to him
has angered God and pleased no mortal.
Would offend Allah and not satisfy people
ساحَةُthe arena of العَيشِlife إِلىbelongs to اللَهِGod الَّذيwho
ساحَةُ العَيشِ إِلى اللَهِ الَّذي
جَعَلَmade الوِردَcoming to water بِإِذنٍby permission وَالصَدَرand departure from water
جَعَلَ الوِردَ بِإِذنٍ وَالصَدَر
Life's arena belongs to God, who
The field of life belongs to Allah who
made coming to water and departing subject to His leave.
Made roses with His leave, and breasts
لاnot تَموتُdies النَفسُthe soul إِلّاexcept بِاِسمِهِin His name
لا تَموتُ النَفسُ إِلّا بِاِسمِهِ
قامَstood بِالمَوتِwith death عَلَيهاover it وَقَهَرand subdued it
قامَ بِالمَوتِ عَلَيها وَقَهَر
No soul dies except in His name;
The soul dies only by His name
He stands over it with death and subdues it.
He decreed death upon it and conquered
إِنَّماonly يَسمَحُis generous بِالروحِwith the soul الفَتىthe young man
إِنَّما يَسمَحُ بِالروحِ الفَتى
ساعَةَat the hour of الرَوعِterror إِذاwhen الجَمعُthe host اِشتَجَرclashed
ساعَةَ الرَوعِ إِذا الجَمعُ اِشتَجَر
A young man parts freely with his soul only
He allows the spirit to the young man
at the hour of terror, when the host clashes in battle.
In the moment of fear when the throng quarrels
فَهُناكَfor there الأَجرُreward وَالفَخرُand glory مَعاًtogether
فَهُناكَ الأَجرُ وَالفَخرُ مَعاً
مَنwhoever يَعِشlives يُحمَدis praised وَمَنand whoever ماتَdies أُجِرis rewarded
مَن يَعِش يُحمَد وَمَن ماتَ أُجِر
For there, reward and glory stand together:
For then there is reward and pride together—
whoever lives is praised, and whoever dies is rewarded.
Who lives is praised; who dies, rewarded
Sol 6.1