ياO مَنwho لِعَينٍfor an eye قَدindeed أَجلىbanished نَومَهاits sleep الأَرَقُsleeplessness
يا مَن لِعَينٍ قَد أَجلى نَومَها الأَرَقُ
فَدَمعُهاso its tears بَعدَafter نَومِsleep الناسِthe people يَستَبِقُrace forth
فَدَمعُها بَعدَ نَومِ الناسِ يَستَبِقُ
O, who will aid an eye whose sleep sleeplessness has banished?
O you whose sleepless eyes outpaced the dawn’s wakefulness,
So its tears race forth after others have fallen asleep.
Whose tears raced the people’s slumber.
لَمdid not تَرقُدِsleep اللَيلَthrough the night مِنbecause of هَمٍّa sorrow أَلَّمcame بِهاupon it
لَم تَرقُدِ اللَيلَ مِن هَمٍّ أَلَّم بِها
حَتَّىuntil اِرتَدىrobed itself فيin الصَباحthe morning الواضِحِbright الأُفُقُthe horizon
حَتَّى اِرتَدى في الصَباح الواضِحِ الأُفُقُ
It did not sleep all night because of a sorrow that beset it,
You did not rest all night from an agonizing care,
Until the horizon robed itself in the bright morning.
Until the bright horizon donned its morning clothes.
لَمdid not أَجنِcommit ذَنباًan offense وَلَمand did not آتيbring لَكُمto you سَخطاًdispleasure
لَم أَجنِ ذَنباً وَلَم آتي لَكُم سَخطاً
فَفيمَthen why تُحجَبُare barred عَنّيfrom me دُونَكِon the way to you الطَرُقُthe paths
فَفيمَ تُحجَبُ عَنّي دُونَكِ الطَرُقُ
I committed no offense, nor caused you displeasure;
I have committed no sin, brought you no wrath,
Why, then, are the paths to you barred to me?
So why are the roads to you barred from me?
قَدindeed أَوثَقَتهُshe has bound him بِغُلّwith a shackle وَهيَwhile she مُطَلَقَةٌis free
قَد أَوثَقَتهُ بِغُلّ وَهيَ مُطَلَقَةٌ
هَلdoes ...? يَستويstand equal الموثَقُthe bound one المَغلُولُthe shackled one وَالطَلِقُand the free one
هَل يَستوي الموثَقُ المَغلُولُ وَالطَلِقُ
She has bound him with a shackle, while she is free.
Though you have bound it with chains, it is free.
Is the bound, shackled man equal to the free?
Can the shackled equal the unfettered?
فَمَنas for whoever تَكَلَّفَforced himself into حُباًlove أَوor تَخَلَّقَهُfeigned it
فَمَن تَكَلَّفَ حُباً أَو تَخَلَّقَهُ
فَإِنَّfor indeed حُبَّكِlove for you مِنّيfrom me شِيمَةٌa disposition خُلُقُan innate trait
فَإِنَّ حُبَّكِ مِنّي شِيمَةٌ خُلُقُ
Others may force themselves to love or feign it,
He who pretends love or feigns it,
But my love for you is an innate trait, my very nature.
Then my love for you is true nature.
ماnot أَستَطِيعُI can سِواهُanything other than it قَدindeed عَلِمتِyou know وَماand not حُبِّيmy love
ما أَستَطِيعُ سِواهُ قَد عَلِمتِ وَما حُبِّي
بمَذقٍdiluted وَبِئسَand how wretched الخُلَّةُthe friendship المَذَقُdiluted affection
بمَذقٍ وَبِئسَ الخُلَّةُ المَذَقُ
I can do no other, as you know; and my love is not
I know no other, and my love has no taste—
Diluted—and a diluted friendship is wretched.
How vile is the food of tasting!
سَمَّيتنيyou called me خَلَقاًthreadbare لِخُلَّةٍbecause of a friendship قَدُمَتhad grown old
سَمَّيتني خَلَقاً لِخُلَّةٍ قَدُمَت
وَلاand no جَديدَnew garment إِذاif لمnot يُلبَسِis worn الخَلَقُthe worn-out garment
وَلا جَديدَ إِذا لم يُلبَسِ الخَلَقُ
You called me threadbare because our friendship had grown old;
You named me disposition for a longtime love.
And there is no new garment unless the threadbare is worn.
Nothing is new if the disposition is not worn.
ياO أَيُّهاyou المُتَحَلِّيwho adorns himself غَيرَother than شِيمَتِهِhis own disposition
يا أَيُّها المُتَحَلِّي غَيرَ شِيمَتِهِ
وَمَنand one who خَلائِقُهُhis habits الاقصارُwithdrawal وَالمَلَقُand flattery
وَمَن خَلائِقُهُ الاقصارُ وَالمَلَقُ
O you who adorn yourself with a character not your own,
O you who pretend what is not your true nature
And whose habits are withdrawal and flattery,
Whose traits are falling short and sweet talk...
إِرجِعreturn إِلىto الحَقِّwhat is right إِمّاif كُنتَyou are فاعِلَهُgoing to do it
إِرجِع إِلى الحَقِّ إِمّا كُنتَ فاعِلَهُ
إِنَّindeed التَخَلُّقَaffectation يَأتيcomes دُونَهُin its way الخُلُقُinnate character
إِنَّ التَخَلُّقَ يَأتي دُونَهُ الخُلُقُ
Return to what is right, if you mean to do so;
Return to the truth, whether you do it or not,
For true nature stands in the way of affectation.
For pretense comes before nature.
وَلاand not يُواتِيكَaids you فيماin whatever نابَbefell مِنof حَدَثٍa misfortune
وَلا يُواتِيكَ فيما نابَ مِن حَدَثٍ
إِلّاexcept أَخوa man of ثِقَةٍtrustworthiness فَاِنظُرso consider بِمَنin whom تَثِقُyou trust
إِلّا أَخو ثِقَةٍ فَاِنظُر بِمَن تَثِقُ
And none will aid you in whatever misfortune befalls you,
And regarding the news of a recent event,
Except a trustworthy man; so consider whom you trust.
Only a trusted brother can inform you. So see whom you trust!
Sol 6.1