أُعاذِلُO reproacher كَمhow many مِنof منفسa precious thing قَدindeed رُزئتهI was bereft of it
أُعاذِلُ كَم مِن منفس قَد رُزئته
وَفارقنيand left me شَخصa person عليّto me كَريمُdear
وَفارقني شَخص عليّ كَريمُ
O reproacher, how many a precious thing I have lost,
and many a person dear to me has departed.
وَقاسَيتُand I endured مِنfrom بَلوىaffliction زَمانtime وَكُربَةٍand distress
وَقاسَيتُ مِن بَلوى زَمان وَكُربَةٍ
وَودّعنيand bade me farewell مِنamong أَقرَبيّmy close kin حَميمa dear one
وَودّعني مِن أَقرَبيّ حَميم
And I have endured the trials of time and distress,
and a dear one among my close kin has bade me farewell.
فعزّيتso I consoled نَفسيmyself غَيرَexcept أَنّيthat I بِأَحمَدٍover Ahmad
فعزّيت نَفسي غَيرَ أَنّي بِأَحمَدٍ
بُنيّmy dear son لمسلوبsurely bereft of العَزاءconsolation سَقيمailing
بُنيّ لمسلوب العَزاء سَقيم
So I consoled myself; yet, over Ahmad,
my dear son, I am bereft of solace and ailing.
أَرىI see الصَبرُpatience عَنهُover his loss جَمرَةًan ember مُستَكنّةًhidden
أَرى الصَبرُ عَنهُ جَمرَةً مُستَكنّةً
لَهاit has لَهبa flame فيin القَلبthe heart لَيسَdoes not يريمdepart
لَها لَهب في القَلب لَيسَ يريم
I see patience in his absence as a hidden ember,
whose flame in the heart never departs.
وَخَطَّand an outline of خَيالٌan image منهof him يَعتادrevisits مَضجَعيmy bed
وَخَطَّ خَيالٌ منه يَعتاد مَضجَعي
لهit has كربanguish ماnot تَنجَليclears away وَغُمومand sorrows
له كرب ما تَنجَلي وَغُموم
And the outline of his image keeps visiting my bed;
with it come anguish that never lifts, and sorrows.
وَآثارهand his traces فيin البَيتthe house حَيثُwherever توجّهتturned
وَآثاره في البَيت حَيثُ توجّهت
بيwith me العَينُthe eye حزنٌsorrow فيin الفُؤادِthe heart مُقيمabiding
بي العَينُ حزنٌ في الفُؤادِ مُقيم
And his traces in the house, wherever I am led
by my eye, are sorrow abiding in my heart.
إِذاwhen رمتُI sought عَنهُover his loss الصَبرَpatience أَرجوI hope for ثَوابهits reward
إِذا رمتُ عَنهُ الصَبرَ أَرجو ثَوابه
أَبىrefused الصَبرَpatience قَلبٌa heart بِالحَميمfor the dear one يَهيمis mad with love
أَبى الصَبرَ قَلبٌ بِالحَميم يَهيم
Whenever I seek patience over his loss, hoping for its reward,
a heart mad with love for its dear one refuses patience.
لَعَمرُكَby your life إِنّيindeed I يَومthe day أَدفنI bury مُهجَتيmy lifeblood
لَعَمرُكَ إِنّي يَوم أَدفن مُهجَتي
وأرجعand I return عَنهfrom him صابِراpatiently لكظيمsurely choked with grief
وأرجع عَنه صابِرا لكظيم
By your life, on the day I bury my lifeblood
and return from him patiently, I am choked with grief.
وَإِنَّand indeed فُؤاديmy heart بعدهafter him لمفجَّعٌsurely stricken
وَإِنَّ فُؤادي بعده لمفجَّعٌ
وَإِنand indeed دُموعيmy tears بعدهafter him لَنُجومsurely welling forth
وَإِن دُموعي بعده لَنُجوم
And my heart since his loss is indeed stricken,
and my tears since his loss keep welling forth.
خَططتI marked out لَهُfor him فيin التربthe dust بيتa home إِقامَةresidence
خَططت لَهُ في الترب بيت إِقامَة
إِلىuntil الحَشرthe Gathering فيهِin it وَالنُشورand Resurrection مُقيمdwelling
إِلى الحَشر فيهِ وَالنُشور مُقيم
I marked out for him in the dust an abiding home;
in it he dwells until the Gathering and Resurrection.
وَكانَand he was سروراa joy لَمdid not يدمlast ليfor me وَغبطةًand delight
وَكانَ سرورا لَم يدم لي وَغبطةً
وَأَيّand what سُرورjoy فيin الحَياةlife يَدومُendures
وَأَيّ سُرور في الحَياة يَدومُ
And he was a joy that did not last for me, and a delight;
and what joy in life endures?
وَرَوحاًand solace وَريحاناًand sweet basil أَتىcame دونَbefore شمّهsmelling it
وَرَوحاً وَريحاناً أَتى دونَ شمّه
مِنَfrom الدَهرِtime يَومٌa day بالفُراقِwith parting عَظيمُgrievous
مِنَ الدَهرِ يَومٌ بالفُراقِ عَظيمُ
And he was solace and sweet basil; before I could breathe its scent, there came
from time a day made terrible by parting.
عَلىat حينَthe time when أَمضيتI spent الشَبابyouth وَقاربتand drew close together
عَلى حينَ أَمضيت الشَباب وَقاربت
خَطايmy steps قُيودthe shackles of الشيبgray hair حينَwhen أَقومI rise
خَطاي قُيود الشيب حينَ أَقوم
Just when I had spent my youth, and my steps were shortened
by the shackles of gray hair whenever I rise,
وَفارقتand I left حلوthe sweetness of العَيشِlife إِلّاexcept صُبابَةًa scant remnant
وَفارقت حلو العَيشِ إِلّا صُبابَةً
عَلَيهاover it خطوبthe calamities of الحادِثاتmisfortunes تَحومhover
عَلَيها خطوب الحادِثات تَحوم
and I had left life's sweetness behind, save for a scant remnant
over which the calamities of misfortune hover,
فُجِعتI was bereaved بشِقّof half النَفسthe soul والهَمّand grief وَالهَوىand love
فُجِعت بشِقّ النَفس والهَمّ وَالهَوى
عَذابa torment لعمريby my life فيin الحَياةlife أَليمpainful
عَذاب لعمري في الحَياة أَليم
I was bereaved of half my soul; grief and love
are, by my life, a painful torment in life.
أَلاbehold كُلُّall عَيشlife بَعدafter فرقةparting from أَحمَدٍAhmad
أَلا كُلُّ عَيش بَعد فرقة أَحمَدٍ
وكلّand every سُرورjoy ماas long as بقيتI remain ذَميمhateful
وكلّ سُرور ما بقيت ذَميم
Behold, all life after parting from Ahmad
and every joy, as long as I live, are hateful.
يَعيبfinds fault عَليّwith me الأَخلياءُthe untroubled صَبابَتيmy yearning
يَعيب عَليّ الأَخلياءُ صَبابَتي
وَحُزنيand my grief وَكلٌّand everyone ياO بُنيّmy dear son يَلومblames
وَحُزني وَكلٌّ يا بُنيّ يَلوم
The untroubled fault me for my yearning
and my grief; everyone, my dear son, blames me.
فَهَلso, was...? كانَwas يَعقوبJacob النَبيّthe prophet بحزنهfor his grief
فَهَل كانَ يَعقوب النَبيّ بحزنه
مليماblameworthy وَماand not يزريcasts scorn عليّon me حَكيمa wise man
مليما وَما يزري عليّ حَكيم
Was the prophet Jacob, then, for his grief
blameworthy? No wise man casts scorn on me.
كَوىseared قَلبَهhis heart حزنٌgrief كأنَّas though لهيبهits blaze
كَوى قَلبَه حزنٌ كأنَّ لهيبه
توقّدُthe blazing of نيرانٍfires لهنthey have ضَريمa fierce flame
توقّدُ نيرانٍ لهن ضَريم
Grief seared his heart, as though its blaze
were the blazing of fires with a fierce flame.
فَماso did not عيّرreproach اللَهُGod النَبيّthe prophet بِحُزنِهِfor his grief
فَما عيّر اللَهُ النَبيّ بِحُزنِهِ
أَبىrefused ذاكthat ربّthe Lord of العالَمينall worlds رَحيمmerciful
أَبى ذاك ربّ العالَمين رَحيم
So God did not reproach the prophet for his grief;
the merciful Lord of all worlds refused that.
فَلَولاso were it not for رَجاءhope الأَجرِthe reward فيكَon your account وَإِنَّهand indeed it
فَلَولا رَجاء الأَجرِ فيكَ وَإِنَّه
ثَوابa recompense وانand though عزّis grievous المُصابthe affliction عَظيمgreat
ثَواب وان عزّ المُصاب عَظيم
So were it not for the hope of reward through you—and indeed it
is a great recompense, though the affliction is grievous—
وَإِنَّكَand indeed you قربانan offering لَدىbefore اللَهGod نافِعbeneficial
وَإِنَّكَ قربان لَدى اللَه نافِع
وَحظand a portion لَناfor us يَومthe Day of الحِسابReckoning جَسيمgreat
وَحظ لَنا يَوم الحِساب جَسيم
and for your being a beneficial offering before God
and a great portion for us on the Day of Reckoning,
لأُضعِفI would surely redouble حُزنيmy grief ياO بُنيّmy dear son وَأَوشكتand would soon
لأُضعِف حُزني يا بُنيّ وَأَوشكت
عَليّover me البَواكيthe mourning women بالرنينwith wailing تَقومstand
عَليّ البَواكي بالرنين تَقوم
I would redouble my grief, my dear son, and soon
the mourning women would stand over me, wailing.
Sol 6.1