إنْif عادَهrevisited him بعدَafter السُّلُوِّforgetting love غَرامُهhis passion
إنْ عادَه بعدَ السُّلُوِّ غَرامُه
فَلَهthen for him منof الدَّمْعِthe tears المَصونِheld in reserve سِجامُهtheir outpouring
فَلَه من الدَّمْعِ المَصونِ سِجامُه
If his passion revisits him after forgetfulness,
If his passion returns after separation
then his tears, once held in reserve, pour forth.
Then he has tears kept in store for his lament
لاno غَرْوَwonder إنْif غَرِيَbecame intent العَذولُthe reproacher بِلَوْمِهon blaming him
لا غَرْوَ إنْ غَرِيَ العَذولُ بِلَوْمِه
طَالَتْlasted long صَبابَتُهُhis ardent longing فطالَso lasted long مَلامُهthe reproach against him
طَالَتْ صَبابَتُهُ فطالَ مَلامُه
No wonder if the reproacher is bent on blaming him;
No blame if the reproacher blames unjustly
his longing has endured, and so has the reproach against him.
Prolonged his youth so his blame prolonged
ماnot هاجَstirred عَهْدَthe memory of الشَّوقِlonging إلاexcept مَعْهَدٌa familiar haunt
ما هاجَ عَهْدَ الشَّوقِ إلا مَعْهَدٌ
رامَتْwent off بقلبيwith my heart فيin الهَوىlove آرامُهits gazelles
رامَتْ بقلبي في الهَوى آرامُه
Nothing stirred the memory of longing but a familiar haunt,
Nothing stirs the covenant of longing but grief
whose gazelles bore my heart away in love.
It has settled in my heart, its comforts soothed
وأَناand I الفِداءُthe ransom لمَنْfor the one who أصابَstruck مَقاتِليmy vital parts
وأَنا الفِداءُ لمَنْ أصابَ مَقاتِلي
باللَّحظِwith a glance مِنْthrough خِلَلِgaps in السُّجوفِthe curtains سِهامُهhis arrows
باللَّحظِ مِنْ خِلَلِ السُّجوفِ سِهامُه
And I am a ransom for the one who struck my vital parts
And I ransom the one who wounded my warriors
with the arrows of his glance through gaps in the curtains.
With the glances from under his lids, his arrows
أبدَىrevealed لناto us البدرَthe full moon المُبينَplainly visible جَمالُهhis beauty
أبدَى لنا البدرَ المُبينَ جَمالُه
وشَمائِلَand the graces of الغُصْنِthe bough الرَّطيبِfresh and supple قَوامُهhis figure
وشَمائِلَ الغُصْنِ الرَّطيبِ قَوامُه
His beauty revealed to us the radiant full moon,
He revealed to us the clear full moon, his beauty
and his figure the graces of a fresh, supple bough.
And the features of the fresh, fragrant branch, his body
أَسْيَانُsorrowful يَكسِرُlowers للسَّلامِin greeting جُفونَهhis eyelids
أَسْيَانُ يَكسِرُ للسَّلامِ جُفونَه
ولوand if استطاعَcould شَفَىwould quench الغَليلَthe burning thirst سَلامُهhis greeting
ولو استطاعَ شَفَى الغَليلَ سَلامُه
Sorrowful, he lowers his eyelids in greeting;
Eyes that break from greeting, that if they could
and, if it could, his greeting would quench the burning thirst.
His greeting would heal the sickness, the sorrow
إنِّيindeed I وإنand even if عَرَمَraged الزَّمانُtime لَعائِذٌsurely seeking refuge
إنِّي وإن عَرَمَ الزَّمانُ لَعائِذٌ
بالصَّبْرِin patience ماas long as استولَىheld sway عليَّover me عُرامُهits fury
بالصَّبْرِ ما استولَى عليَّ عُرامُه
Indeed, though time rages, I seek refuge
Though time may have twisted me, still I take refuge
in patience as long as its fury holds sway over me.
In patience from when his twistedness overcame me
مُستَصْحِباًtaking along عَزْماًa resolve مُضيئاًshining فيin الدُّجىthe darkness
مُستَصْحِباً عَزْماً مُضيئاً في الدُّجى
تجريrun their course بفَاجِعَةِwith the calamity of النَّوىseparation أحكامُهits decrees
تجري بفَاجِعَةِ النَّوى أحكامُه
Taking with me a resolve that shines in the darkness,
With shining resolve in the darkness I make my friend
while its decrees run their course in separation's calamity.
Its judgments flow in the calamity of my will
أَجْنيI reap بِهِthrough it ثَمَرَthe fruit of القَريِضِverse فأَصْطَفيand so I choose
أَجْني بِهِ ثَمَرَ القَريِضِ فأَصْطَفي
منهfrom it الذيthat which يُعييdefeats سِوايَanyone but me مَرامُهattaining it
منه الذي يُعيي سِوايَ مَرامُه
I reap through it the fruit of verse, and choose
With it I reap fruits of poetry and cull
from it what others are powerless to attain.
What can revive my ambitions, their measure
فزِمامُso the reins of أبكارِvirgin ones القَصائدِthe odes فيin يَديmy hand
فزِمامُ أبكارِ القَصائدِ في يَدي
والمجدُand glory فيin كَفِّthe palm of الأميرِthe prince زِمامُهits reins
والمجدُ في كَفِّ الأميرِ زِمامُه
So the reins of maiden odes lie in my hand,
For the reins of the best poems are in my hands
and the reins of glory lie in the prince's palm.
And glory in the prince's grip, its reins
بدرُthe full moon of العَلاءِeminence إذاwhen بَداappears فعَلَيهِthen upon him مِنْfrom
بدرُ العَلاءِ إذا بَدا فعَلَيهِ مِنْ
بَدرِthe full moon of السَّماءِheaven ضياؤُهits radiance وتَمامُهand its fullness
بَدرِ السَّماءِ ضياؤُه وتَمامُه
He is the full moon of eminence; when he appears, he bears
The full moon of the eminent, when it appears
the heavenly full moon's radiance and fullness.
Is its light and perfection, like the full moon of the sky
وإذاand when تَبسَّمَsmiled واستَهَلَّand beamed فَعارِضٌthen a rain cloud
وإذا تَبسَّمَ واستَهَلَّ فَعارِضٌ
لاحَتْflashed بَوارِقُهits lightning وفاضَand overflowed غَمامُهits clouds
لاحَتْ بَوارِقُه وفاضَ غَمامُه
And when he smiles and beams, he is a rain cloud:
And when he smiles and glances, there appear
its lightning flashes, and its clouds pour rain.
Lightning flashes, and his clouds pour forth
نَفسيmy soul فداءُa ransom for عَليٍّAli البانيthe builder of العُلىlofty glory
نَفسي فداءُ عَليٍّ الباني العُلى
فلقَدfor indeed عَلَتْrose بِعُلُوِّهِthrough his exaltation أيَّامُهhis days
فلقَد عَلَتْ بِعُلُوِّهِ أيَّامُه
My soul is a ransom for Ali, builder of lofty glory;
My soul in ransom for Ali most high
for his days have indeed risen with his own ascent.
For his days have ascended with his sublimity
مَلِكٌa king يَليقُbefits بهhim الثَّناءُpraise فيغتديand so becomes
مَلِكٌ يَليقُ به الثَّناءُ فيغتدي
كالرَّوْضِlike a garden يُشرِقُshines نَثرُهits prose ونِظامُهand its verse
كالرَّوْضِ يُشرِقُ نَثرُه ونِظامُه
A king whom praise befits, so it becomes
A king befitting praise, overflowing
like a garden, its prose and verse shining.
Like a garden scattering its prose and rhythm
رَدَّrestored السَّماحَgenerosity وقدthough already تقادَمَhad grown ancient عَهدُهُits time
رَدَّ السَّماحَ وقد تقادَمَ عَهدُهُ
مُخضَرَّةًverdant عَرَصاتُهits open grounds وإكامُهand its hillocks
مُخضَرَّةً عَرَصاتُه وإكامُه
He restored generosity, whose days lay far in the past,
He restored beneficence though long its dearth
with its open grounds and hillocks green again.
Green are its plains and thicket, now thriving
وبَنَتْand built يَداهhis two hands لِتَغْلبٍfor Taghlib شَرَفاًa glory عَلَتْrose
وبَنَتْ يَداه لِتَغْلبٍ شَرَفاً عَلَتْ
فَوقَabove النُّجومِthe stars قِبابُهits domes وخيامُهand its tents
فَوقَ النُّجومِ قِبابُه وخيامُه
And his hands built for Taghlib a glory: there rose
With his hands he built glories higher than high
above the stars its domes and tents.
Above the stars his domes and tents rising
أيُّwhich of الفَضائلِthe virtues يُرتَجَىis hoped for إدراكُهاgrasping them
أيُّ الفَضائلِ يُرتَجَى إدراكُها
منfrom مُغْرَمٍone enamored بالمجدِof glory طالَlasted long غَرامُهhis passion
من مُغْرَمٍ بالمجدِ طالَ غَرامُه
Which virtues can one hope to grasp
What virtues can be hoped for in one passionately
in one enamored of glory, whose passion has long endured?
In love with glory, endless his ardor?
أنَوَالُهُis it his bounty يومَon the day of النَّدىgenerosity أَمْor بِشْرُهُhis cheerful face
أنَوَالُهُ يومَ النَّدى أَمْ بِشْرُهُ
وسَطاهُand his onslaught يومَon the day of الرَّوْعِterror أَمْor إقدامُهhis daring
وسَطاهُ يومَ الرَّوْعِ أَمْ إقدامُه
Is it his bounty on the day of giving, or his cheerful face,
His help on the day of bounty or his boldness
and his onslaught on the day of terror, or his daring?
On the day of valor, or his thrusting ahead?
وَسَمَbranded الزَّمانَtime بِوَقْعَةٍwith a battle عَدَوِيَّةٍagainst the enemy
وَسَمَ الزَّمانَ بِوَقْعَةٍ عَدَوِيَّةٍ
سِيَّانِequal فيهاin it عَزمُهُhis resolve وحُسامُهand his keen sword
سِيَّانِ فيها عَزمُهُ وحُسامُه
He branded time with a battle against the enemy,
He marked time with an event so hostile
in which his resolve and his keen sword were equal.
His resolve and sword in it equal
أَوضَحْتَyou made clear نَهْجَthe path of المَكرُماتِnoble deeds فَنهْجُهاso their path
أَوضَحْتَ نَهْجَ المَكرُماتِ فَنهْجُها
بادٍmanifest سَناهُits radiance مُنيفَةٌlofty أعلامُهits landmarks
بادٍ سَناهُ مُنيفَةٌ أعلامُه
You made clear the path of noble deeds; that path
You clarified the path of nobility so its path
has manifest radiance and lofty landmarks.
Winds guide, their signs timeless staked
ووَصَلْتَand you joined للإسْلامِfor Islam بأسَكَyour might مُقْدِماًadvancing boldly
ووَصَلْتَ للإسْلامِ بأسَكَ مُقْدِماً
بِضياءِwith the light of عَزْمِكَyour resolve فاستنارَso became illuminated ظَلامُهits darkness
بِضياءِ عَزْمِكَ فاستنارَ ظَلامُه
And for Islam, advancing boldly, you joined your might
And you advanced with your might for Islam
with the light of your resolve, so its darkness grew bright,
With your resolute light its darkness cleared
فيin مَوْقِفٍa battlefield صَبَغَتْdyed سيُوفُكَyour swords أرضَهits earth
في مَوْقِفٍ صَبَغَتْ سيُوفُكَ أرضَه
بِدَمِwith the blood of العِداةِthe enemies فماso not يَثورُrises قَتامُهits dust cloud
بِدَمِ العِداةِ فما يَثورُ قَتامُه
on a battlefield whose earth your swords dyed
In a stand your swords dyed the ground
with the enemies' blood, so its dust does not rise.
With blood of foes, their darkness no more seethed
لوif لَمnot يِعُذْseek refuge فيهin it الدُّمُسْتُقُthe Domestikos هارِباًfleeing
لو لَم يِعُذْ فيه الدُّمُسْتُقُ هارِباً
عندَat الكَريهَةِthe battle's ordeal ماnot عَداهُpassed him by حِمامُهhis death
عندَ الكَريهَةِ ما عَداهُ حِمامُه
Had the Domestikos not sought refuge there in flight,
Had the wretched coward not fled for refuge
amid the battle's ordeal, death would not have passed him by.
None but his pigeons had from you been saved
وَدَّwished البَريَّةَall creation أنَّthat عُمرَكَyour life دائمٌeverlasting
وَدَّ البَريَّةَ أنَّ عُمرَكَ دائمٌ
وكذاand likewise الربيعُspring يُحَبُّis loved منهof it دَوامُهits continuance
وكذا الربيعُ يُحَبُّ منه دَوامُه
All creation wishes that your life be everlasting,
Creation desires your life everlasting
just as spring's continuance is loved.
As with Spring, lasting desired its features
لوif أنَّthat جُودَthe generosity of يَدَيْكَyour two hands غَيْثٌrain وابِلٌtorrential
لو أنَّ جُودَ يَدَيْكَ غَيْثٌ وابِلٌ
عَمَّwould cover البِلادَthe lands رَذاذُهُits drizzle ورِهامُهand its gentle rains
عَمَّ البِلادَ رَذاذُهُ ورِهامُه
If your hands' generosity were a torrential rain,
If your hands' generosity were a pouring rain
its drizzle and gentle showers would cover the lands.
Its drizzle and downpour would spread everywhere
فالحمدُso praise مَضروبٌpitched عليكover you رِواقُهits canopy
فالحمدُ مَضروبٌ عليك رِواقُه
والمجدُand glory مَقْضِيٌّdischarged لديكَin your keeping ذِمامُهits obligations
والمجدُ مَقْضِيٌّ لديكَ ذِمامُه
So the canopy of praise is pitched over you,
So praise beats upon you like a well-trod path
and glory's obligations are discharged by you.
And glory concludes with you its restraints
وإذاand when أناطَpinned بكَon you الرَّجاءَhope مُؤَمِّلٌa hopeful person
وإذا أناطَ بكَ الرَّجاءَ مُؤَمِّلٌ
صَدَقَتْcame true مُناهhis wishes وحُقِّقَتْand were fulfilled أحلامُهhis dreams
صَدَقَتْ مُناه وحُقِّقَتْ أحلامُه
And when a hopeful man pins his hope on you,
When one places hopes in you, truthful
his wishes come true and his dreams are fulfilled.
His dreams, fulfilled his wishes' realm
إنindeed الأميرَthe prince أعادَrestored ليto me نَهْجَthe path of الغِنَىwealth
إن الأميرَ أعادَ لي نَهْجَ الغِنَى
وأعادَand restored فيin عُوديmy bough النَّدىdew إنعامُهhis bounty
وأعادَ في عُودي النَّدى إنعامُه
The prince has indeed restored to me the path of wealth,
The prince restored my way of bounty
and his bounty restored dew to my bough.
And with my return, his favors glistened
وبنَيْلِهand through his bounty أُلْبِسْتُI was clothed ثَوْبَa robe of صِيانَةٍprotection
وبنَيْلِه أُلْبِسْتُ ثَوْبَ صِيانَةٍ
عَمَّنfrom one whose يَذُمُّcondemns نَوالَهhis bounty مُعتامُهhis petitioner
عَمَّن يَذُمُّ نَوالَه مُعتامُه
And through his bounty I was clothed in a robe of protection
With his attainment I was clothed in dignity
from one whose bounty his petitioner condemns.
From those who blame his gifts, clouded
فكسوتُهso I clothed him دِيباجَthe brocade of مَدْحٍpraise مُشْرقٍradiant
فكسوتُه دِيباجَ مَدْحٍ مُشْرقٍ
حَسُنَتْwere beautiful مَعانيهِits meanings وقَلَّand was brief كلامُهits wording
حَسُنَتْ مَعانيهِ وقَلَّ كلامُه
So I clothed him in the brocade of radiant praise,
So I clothed it in brocade of brilliant praise
whose meanings are beautiful and whose words are few.
Beautiful its meanings, compact its expression
Sol 6.1