أَسالhas ... poured down? مسلسلa continuous stream السَحبof clouds العَواليlofty
أَسال مسلسل السَحب العَوالي
فَرَوىand so watered شَعبthe ravine of مكةMecca وَالعَواليand al-ʿAwālī
فَرَوى شَعب مكة وَالعَوالي
Has the unbroken stream of lofty clouds poured down,
I asked the procession of lofty clouds
watering Mecca's ravine and al-ʿAwālī?
It quenched the people of Mecca and the highlands
أَمor الآفاقthe horizons قَدindeed مَلَئَتhave been filled عُيوناwith springs
أَم الآفاق قَد مَلَئَت عُيونا
فَأَغرَقَand so drowned نَبعُهاtheir outflow شَمlofty الجِبالthe mountains
فَأَغرَقَ نَبعُها شَم الجِبال
Or have the horizons been filled with springs,
Have the horizons filled with eyes
so that their outflow drowned the towering mountains?
So its spring drowned the mountain peaks?
أَمor العَباسal-ʿAbbās فيamong قَومa people عطاشthirsty
أَم العَباس في قَوم عطاش
قَدindeed اِستَسقواsought rain بِذلin humility وَاِبتِهالand supplication
قَد اِستَسقوا بِذل وَاِبتِهال
Or is al-ʿAbbās among a thirsty people
Or is Al-Abbas among a thirsty people
who have sought rain in humility and supplication?
Who begged with humiliation and supplication?
عَهَدتI have known الغَيثَthe rain يُنعِشrevives كُلevery روحspirit
عَهَدت الغَيثَ يُنعِش كُل روح
وَيَحيand gives life to النَفسthe soul بِالماءwith water الزَلالlimpid
وَيَحي النَفس بِالماء الزَلال
I have known rain to revive every spirit
I knew the rain would revive every soul
and give the soul life with limpid water.
And bring the self to life with pure water
طَغاsurged ماءَthe water الجُفونof the eyelids وَماyet not دنتdrew near بيwith me
طَغا ماءَ الجُفون وَما دنت بي
سَفينships الشَوقof longing منto جودىJūdī الوِصالof reunion
سَفين الشَوق من جودى الوِصال
The waters of my eyelids surged, yet I was not brought nearer
The water of my eyes has overflowed and my ship of longing
by longing's ships to the Jūdī of reunion.
Has not come near me from your generosity of union
وَقَدand indeed أَصبَحتI have become فيin بَحرa sea عَميقdeep
وَقَد أَصبَحت في بَحر عَميق
مِنَof الظُلَماءdarkness مَجهودexhausted المَلالby weariness
مِنَ الظُلَماء مَجهود المَلال
And I have come to be in a deep sea
And I have become in a deep sea
of darkness, exhausted by weariness.
Of darkness, exhausted of fatigue
ضَللتI lost بِلَيلin the night اِسقامىof my ailments طَريقىmy way
ضَللت بِلَيل اِسقامى طَريقى
اِلَيكُمto you all ساداتيmy masters فَاِنعواso lament ضَلاليmy wandering
اِلَيكُم ساداتي فَاِنعوا ضَلالي
In the night of my ailments, I lost the road
I lost my way in the night of my sickness
to you, my masters; lament my wandering.
To you, my masters, so save me from my misguidance
قَضيتI spent بِكُمwith you all لَياليnights مُقمِراتmoonlit
قَضيت بِكُم لَيالي مُقمِرات
فَلَمso why? قَدindeed أَظلَمتhave grown dark هذيthese اللَياليthe nights
فَلَم قَد أَظلَمت هذي اللَيالي
With you I spent moonlit nights;
I spent with you bright nights
so why have these nights grown dark?
Yet how have these nights darkened
وَكانَand was الدَهرُTime مُلتَفتاturned اِلَيناtoward us
وَكانَ الدَهرُ مُلتَفتا اِلَينا
وَهاand behold هُوَit مُغمِضclosing الاِجفانthe eyelids قالىaverse
وَها هُوَ مُغمِض الاِجفان قالى
And Time once turned toward us,
And time was turning toward us
and now it closes its eyelids in aversion.
And here it is, closing its eyelids, saying enough
فَلَواso, alas أَسفىmy grief عَلىfor اِنسانthe pupil عينيof my eye
فَلَوا أَسفى عَلى اِنسان عيني
غَداhas come to be فيin سِجنa prison سَقمof sickness وَاِعتِقالand captivity
غَدا في سِجن سَقم وَاِعتِقال
Alas, my grief for the pupil of my eye,
If my eyes weep over a person
now in the prison of sickness and captivity.
Who tomorrow is in the prison of illness and detention
حَجبتI was shut off بِسِجنِهِby its imprisonment عَنfrom كُلevery خلclose friend
حَجبت بِسِجنِهِ عَن كُل خل
وَصِرتand I became مُخاطِباone addressing صورimages الخَيالof imagination
وَصِرت مُخاطِبا صور الخَيال
Its imprisonment has cut me off from every friend,
His imprisonment has veiled him from every friend
and I have come to address imagination's images.
And I have become addressing imaginary pictures
أَاِنسانO pupil العُيونof eyes فَدتكmay ... ransom you روحيmy soul
أَاِنسان العُيون فَدتك روحي
يَهونbecomes a trifle لِعودfor the return نورِكَof your light كلevery غاليprecious thing
يَهون لِعود نورِكَ كل غالي
O pupil of eyes, may my soul ransom you;
O you of the eyes, my soul is sacrificed for you
everything precious is a trifle for your light's return.
The return of your light is easy for every precious thing
أَتَرضىdo you accept? البُعدremoteness عَنfrom عَينيmy eye أَليفdear companion
أَتَرضى البُعد عَن عَيني أَليف
أَضرimpaired بِعَزمِهِhis resolve ضيقnarrowness المَجالof the space
أَضر بِعَزمِهِ ضيق المَجال
Do you accept being far from my eye, dear companion,
Are you pleased with distance from my familiar eye?
whose resolve the narrow confines have impaired?
Does the narrowness of space harm your determination?
أَذَبتَyou melted حَشاشَتيmy heart's core فَزعاwith dread وَرَوعاand terror
أَذَبتَ حَشاشَتي فَزعا وَرَوعا
شَغلتyou occupied باسواwith the worst (reading uncertain) البلبالanguish بالىmy mind
شَغلت باسوا البلبال بالى
You melted my heart's core with dread and terror;
You have killed my whispering fears and terrors
you filled my mind with the worst anguish.
The thoughts of my mind have preoccupied me
بِمَنby Him who جَعَلmade العُيونَthe eyes أَجلnoblest مَأوىrefuge
بِمَن جَعَل العُيونَ أَجل مَأوى
لِحِفظِكَto safeguard you أَيُّهاO you الباهيradiant الجَمالin beauty
لِحِفظِكَ أَيُّها الباهي الجَمال
By Him who made the eyes the noblest refuge
To whom has he made the eyes the best refuge
to safeguard you, O one of radiant beauty:
For protecting you, O beautiful one of perfection
حَياتيmy life بَعدafter بعدكyour absence لاnot أَراهاI see it
حَياتي بَعد بعدك لا أَراها
سِوىexcept سَكراتagonies نَزعاتdeath throes ثِقالgrievous
سِوى سَكرات نَزعات ثِقال
after your departure, I see my life as nothing
My life after being away from you, I do not see it
but the agonies of grievous death throes.
Except as intoxication, heavy sorrows
وَكَيفَand how? أَعدI reckon ليfor me روحاa soul ترجىto be hoped for
وَكَيفَ أَعد لي روحا ترجى
وَشَمسand the sun الروحof the soul مالَتinclined لِلزَّوالtoward setting
وَشَمس الروح مالَت لِلزَّوال
And how can I think I have a soul to place hope in,
And how can I prepare for myself a soul that hopes
when the soul's sun has inclined toward setting?
While the sun of the soul has declined to setting
غَدَوتI have become بِفُرقَةthrough separation from الفُرقانِthe Criterion (Qur'an) صَباlovesick
غَدَوت بِفُرقَة الفُرقانِ صَبا
أَسايلI question فيin التِلاوَةِrecitation كلevery تالreciter
أَسايل في التِلاوَةِ كل تال
Parted from the Criterion, I have become lovesick;
With the separation of the Separator I became youth
I question every reciter as he recites.
Reciting verses at every recitation
وَلَولاand were it not أَنthat حفظmemorizing النصفhalf مِنهof it
وَلَولا أَن حفظ النصف مِنه
شَفىhealed قَلبيmy heart لَذُبتI would surely have melted مِنfrom اِشتِعاليmy burning
شَفى قَلبي لَذُبت مِن اِشتِعالي
And had memorizing half of it not
And had I not memorized half of it
healed my heart, I would have melted from my burning.
My heart would have melted from my burning
لَعُمريby my life لِلحَديثِfor Hadith حَياةthe life روحيof my soul
لَعُمري لِلحَديثِ حَياة روحي
وَراحَةand the comfort مُهجَتيof my heart وَنَفيسand the most precious ماليof my wealth
وَراحَة مُهجَتي وَنَفيس مالي
By my life, Hadith is the life of my soul,
By my life, speech gives life to my soul
and my heart's comfort and my most precious wealth.
And rests my mind and my breath inclines to it
وَكَمand how many فيin الفِقهjurisprudence مِنof دُرَرpearls تحلتbecame adorned
وَكَم في الفِقه مِن دُرَر تحلت
بِهاwith them فِكريmy thought وَمنand of دررpearls غَواليprecious
بِها فِكري وَمن درر غَوالي
And how many pearls in jurisprudence have adorned
And how many pearls in jurisprudence have adorned
my thought, and how many precious pearls!
My intellect and the pearls of my clouds
أَمسI touch الكتبthe books منfrom شغفيmy passion عَلَيهاfor them
أَمس الكتب من شغفي عَلَيها
وَاِبلىand I waste away حَسرَةin grief منfrom سوءthe misery حاليof my state
وَاِبلى حَسرَة من سوء حالي
I touch the books out of my passion for them,
I touched the books passionately
and waste away in grief at my wretched state.
And my longing from my bad state has worn out
وَأَندُبand I mourn مُهجَتيmy heart حَياwhile alive لِأَنّيbecause I
وَأَندُب مُهجَتي حَيا لِأَنّي
حُرِمتI was deprived of بَدائِعmarvels السِحرof enchantment الحَلالlawful
حُرِمت بَدائِع السِحر الحَلال
And I mourn my heart while still alive, for I
And I complain to my mind, alive, because
have been denied the marvels of lawful enchantment.
I am deprived of the wonders of lawful magic
تمسtouches المُصحَفthe Qur'an volume الاِسميsublime (reading uncertain) يَمينيmy right hand
تمس المُصحَف الاِسمي يَميني
وَقَدand indeed وَضَعتُI have placed عَلىupon قَلبيmy heart شَماليmy left hand
وَقَد وَضَعتُ عَلى قَلبي شَمالي
My right hand touches the sublime Qur'an,
My right hand touches the Noble Scripture
while I have laid my left hand upon my heart.
While I have placed my left hand on my heart
وَأَنشِدُهُand I chant to it لآيكfor your verses طالhas grown long شَوقيmy longing
وَأَنشِدُهُ لآيك طال شَوقي
وَماليand I have no غَيرُهاother than them عَزglory وَماليand my wealth
وَمالي غَيرُها عَز وَمالي
And I chant to it: long have I yearned for your verses;
And I recite it for the sake of your verses
and I have no glory or wealth apart from them.
And I have no might nor money but it
كَلامَكَyour word فيin الحَياةِlife وَبَعدand after مَوتيmy death
كَلامَكَ في الحَياةِ وَبَعد مَوتي
وَفيand on يَومthe day التَغابُنof mutual loss وَالجِدالand disputation
وَفي يَوم التَغابُن وَالجِدال
Your word, in life and after my death,
Your words in life, and after my death
and on the Day of Mutual Loss and Disputation,
And on the Day of Loss and Dispute
غِذائيmy nourishment راحَتيmy comfort نوريmy light أَنيسa companion
غِذائي راحَتي نوري أَنيس
دَليليmy guide بِهجتيmy joy أَمليmy hope كَماليmy perfection
دَليلي بِهجتي أَملي كَمالي
is my nourishment, my comfort, my light, my companion,
Are my nourishment, my comfort, my light, my friend
my guide, my joy, my hope, my perfection.
My guide, my joy, my hope, my perfection
فُراقُكَseparation from you صدنيbarred me عَنfrom كُلevery قَصدaim
فُراقُكَ صدني عَن كُل قَصد
وَقَدand indeed مَرَّturned bitter المَذاقthe taste لِكلfor every حاليstate of mine
وَقَد مَرَّ المَذاق لِكل حالي
Parting from you has barred me from every aim,
Being parted from you has prevented me from every purpose
and the taste of all my circumstances has turned bitter.
And the flavor has passed for all my states
فَكَيفَso how? أَرومُI seek بَعدَafter اليَومَtoday ربحاprofit
فَكَيفَ أَرومُ بَعدَ اليَومَ ربحا
وَأَيّاميwhile my days ذَهَبنَhave gone بِرَأسwith the principal ماليof my wealth
وَأَيّامي ذَهَبنَ بِرَأس مالي
How, then, can I seek profit after today,
So how can I seek profit after today
when my days have carried off my capital?
When my days have gone with my capital?
وَلكِنّيbut I أَرىI see فيin الصَبرِpatience طبيmy remedy
وَلكِنّي أَرى في الصَبرِ طبي
وَمُكحلةand a kohl-pot الجَلاof clear sight حُسنthe goodness اِمتِثاليof my submission
وَمُكحلة الجَلا حُسن اِمتِثالي
Yet I see my remedy in patience,
But I see in patience a cure
and in my willing submission, a kohl-pot for clear sight.
And kohl of separation is beauty of compliance
فَياso, O اِنسانpupil عَينan eye غابَvanished عَنهاfrom it
فَيا اِنسان عَين غابَ عَنها
وَبدلنيand gave me in exchange بِهin its place طولlong duration المَلالof weariness
وَبدلني بِه طول المَلال
So, O pupil of an eye from which you have vanished,
So O you of the eye that has been veiled from me
and in whose place I was given long weariness,
And replaced me with prolonged tedium
عَسىmay أَلقاكَI meet you مُبتَهِجاjoyful مُعافىhealed
عَسى أَلقاكَ مُبتَهِجا مُعافى
وَأَصبِحand I become مُنشَداchanting أَملىmy hope صَفاhas become clear ليfor me
وَأَصبِح مُنشَدا أَملى صَفا لي
may I meet you joyful and healed,
I hope to meet you happy and well
and come to chant: my hope has brightened for me;
And become reciting my pure wish
لِتَهنَأso that ... may rejoice مُقلَتيmy eye بسناin the radiance حَبيبof a beloved
لِتَهنَأ مُقلَتي بسنا حَبيب
بَديعwondrous الحُسنin beauty مَحمودpraised الوِصالin reunion
بَديع الحُسن مَحمود الوِصال
so that my eye may rejoice in a beloved's radiance—
That my eyelid may delight in the radiance of a beloved
wondrous in beauty, with a reunion worthy of praise.
Of beautiful perfection and praised union
وَاِنظُمand string together أَحرفيmy letters كَالدرlike pearls عَقداa necklace
وَاِنظُم أَحرفي كَالدر عَقدا
بِهِwith it جيدthe neck الصَحائِفِof the pages عادbecame again حاليadorned
بِهِ جيد الصَحائِفِ عاد حالي
And string my letters like pearls into a necklace,
And I compose my letters like pearls as a necklace
with which the neck of the pages becomes adorned again.
With which the cheek of scriptures has returned my state
فَربيfor my Lord قادِرٍpowerful برّbeneficent رَحيمmerciful
فَربي قادِرٍ برّ رَحيم
يُجيبanswers بِفَضلِهِthrough His grace الساميexalted سُؤاليmy plea
يُجيب بِفَضلِهِ السامي سُؤالي
For my Lord is powerful, beneficent, merciful;
For my Lord is Capable, Kind, Merciful
He answers my plea with His exalted grace.
He will answer my lofty request with His Sublime Bounty
Sol 6.1