أَياO مَنyou whom نَعاهُmourned him لِسانُthe tongue of القَريضpoetry
أَيا مَن نَعاهُ لِسانُ القَريض
وَكالنَدِّand like incense يَنشُرُspreads مِنfrom عرفِهِhis fragrance
وَكالنَدِّ يَنشُرُ مِن عرفِهِ
O you whom the tongue of poetry has mourned,
O he who was elegized by the tongue of poetry
and who, like incense, spreads his fragrance;
And who spreads like anemones from his meadow
وَمَنand one who كالثُريّاlike the Pleiades لَهُhas هِمَّةambition
وَمَن كالثُريّا لَهُ هِمَّة
وَقَدthough indeed عُدَّwas counted ذَلكthat مِنamong سُخفِهِhis folly
وَقَد عُدَّ ذَلك مِن سُخفِهِ
and whose ambition is like the Pleiades,
And whose ambition is like a throne for him
though that has been counted as his folly.
And that was counted as part of his foolishness
يَعِزُّis grievous عَلىto الدَهرِTime ماwhat أَنتَyou فيهِare in
يَعِزُّ عَلى الدَهرِ ما أَنتَ فيهِ
وَإِنeven though جلis great ذَلِكَthat مِنamong صِرفِهِits reversals
وَإِن جل ذَلِكَ مِن صِرفِهِ
Your plight is grievous even to Time,
The days seem hard on you while you’re in them
though it is a mighty reversal of its making.
And though most of that is due to their fickleness
فَلاso do not تقنَطنَّever despair فَإِنَّfor indeed الخِناقَthe noose
فَلا تقنَطنَّ فَإِنَّ الخِناقَ
يَقطِّعهsnaps it الضيقtightness منat حَرفِهِits edge
يَقطِّعه الضيق من حَرفِهِ
So never despair, for the choking noose
So do not despair, for strangulation
is snapped at its edge by its very tightness.
Its tightness is cut by its own coarseness
فَقَدfor sometimes يَقشَعclears الغَيمُthe cloud بَعدَafter الهُطولِthe downpour
فَقَد يَقشَع الغَيمُ بَعدَ الهُطولِ
وَإِنeven though طبَّقَcovered entirely الأَرضthe earth منwith وَكفهits pouring rain
وَإِن طبَّقَ الأَرض من وَكفه
For clouds may disperse after the downpour,
For the cloud may break after the downpour
though they have covered the earth with their rain.
Though the earth was flooded by its burden
وَباريand the Creator of العِبادِthe servants لَطيفٌgentle بِهِمwith them
وَباري العِبادِ لَطيفٌ بِهِم
فَلاso do not تؤيسmake despair النَفسَthe soul منof لُطفِهِHis kindness
فَلا تؤيس النَفسَ من لُطفِهِ
And the Creator of His servants is gentle with them;
And the Lord of servants is gentle with them
so do not make your soul despair of His kindness.
So let not the self despair of His gentleness
تَبارَكَblessed is منHe who عَزَّis mighty فيin مُلكِهِHis dominion
تَبارَكَ من عَزَّ في مُلكِهِ
وَجَلَّand exalted is المُهَيمِنُthe Guardian عَنbeyond وَصفِهِdescribing Him
وَجَلَّ المُهَيمِنُ عَن وَصفِهِ
Blessed is He who is mighty in His dominion,
Blessed is He who is Mighty in His dominion
and exalted is the Guardian beyond description.
And Sublime is the Overseer beyond description
تَوَسَّلmake supplication إِلَيهِto Him إِذاwhen اللَيلُthe night جَنَّgrows dark
تَوَسَّل إِلَيهِ إِذا اللَيلُ جَنَّ
فيماconcerning what دَهاكَbefell you وَفيand concerning كَشفِهِits removal
فيما دَهاكَ وَفي كَشفِهِ
Beseech Him when the night grows dark,
Beseech Him when night falls
concerning what befell you and its removal.
In what troubles you and in its relief
يريحكHe relieves you منfrom سجنimprisonment in دارthe House of البنودthe Banners
يريحك من سجن دار البنود
وَيَكفيكand He spares you ماwhat أَنتَyou مُستَكفِهِseek relief from
وَيَكفيك ما أَنتَ مُستَكفِهِ
He will relieve you of imprisonment in Dar al-Bunud,
He will give you rest from the prison of the world’s abode
and spare you what you seek relief from:
And suffice you from what you find yourself lacking
منfrom القَيدِshackles وَالغِلِّand neck-irons فيin أَدهَمٍa black iron fetter
من القَيدِ وَالغِلِّ في أَدهَمٍ
أَليمٌpainful عَذابُكَyour torment منfrom عُنفِهِits harshness
أَليمٌ عَذابُكَ من عُنفِهِ
shackles and neck-irons, in a black iron fetter;
Of shackles and darkness in sorrowful Adham
painful is your torment from its harshness.
Painful is your torment in its violence
يفكHe loosens وثاقكyour bonds منfrom أَسرِهاits captivity
يفك وثاقك من أَسرِها
وَراحةand rest for قلبكyour heart منfrom لَهفِهِits anguish
وَراحة قلبك من لَهفِهِ
He will unbind you from its captivity,
He releases your ties from their captivity
and your heart will find rest from its anguish;
And comfort for your heart from its agony
وَإِمّاor else بِشُربِby drinking حياضِthe pools of المُنونِdeath
وَإِمّا بِشُربِ حياضِ المُنونِ
فَقَدfor indeed سَئِمَhas wearied of العيشlife منbecause of خَسفِهِits abasement
فَقَد سَئِمَ العيش من خَسفِهِ
or else through drinking from the pools of death,
Or with a drink from the goblets of death
for it has wearied of life because of its abasement.
For living has tired him of its ugliness
وَضاعفَand doubled وَجديmy anguish لماwhen سُجنتI was imprisoned
وَضاعفَ وَجدي لما سُجنت
مَقالَةthe words of منone who غابَwas absent مِنfrom طَرفِهِhis gaze
مَقالَة من غابَ مِن طَرفِهِ
And my anguish when I was imprisoned was doubled
And redoubled is the passion of one who’s imprisoned
by the words of one absent from his gaze.
The words of one absent from his side
يَقولhe says وَبَعضُand some كَلامspeech of السَفيهthe fool
يَقول وَبَعضُ كَلام السَفيه
يُقتِّلkills إِنif هوَhe لمdoes not يُخفِهِhide it
يُقتِّل إِن هوَ لم يُخفِهِ
He says—and some of a fool's speech
Who says, and some sayings of the foolish
can kill if he does not hide it—
Kill if they are not hidden
أَهَذاis this التِهامِيُّal-Tihami منfrom مَكَّةٍMecca
أَهَذا التِهامِيُّ من مَكَّةٍ
بِرِجلَيهِon his two feet يَسعىhastens إِلىtoward حَتفِهِhis death
بِرِجلَيهِ يَسعى إِلى حَتفِهِ
Is this al-Tihami, from Mecca,
Is this the ambition of one from Mecca
hastening on his own two feet toward his death?
Who runs by his feet to his demise?
أَلَمwas it not يَكفِهِenough for him أَنَّthat ثوبthe garment of الحَياةِlife
أَلَم يَكفِهِ أَنَّ ثوب الحَياةِ
ضاقgrew tight عَلَيهِupon him أَلَمwas it not يَكفِهِenough for him
ضاق عَلَيهِ أَلَم يَكفِهِ
Was it not enough for him that life's garment
Does it not suffice him that the garb of life
had grown tight upon him—was it not enough?
Is tight upon him? Does it not suffice him?
أَرادhe wanted يَطيرto fly مَطارthe flight of المُلوكِkings
أَراد يَطير مَطار المُلوكِ
وَظَنَّand thought الأَسِنَّةspearheads منpart of زَفِّهِhis plumage
وَظَنَّ الأَسِنَّة من زَفِّهِ
He wished to fly as kings fly,
He wanted to fly the flight of kings
and thought spearheads part of his plumage.
And thought hearsay was his equipment
وَكانَand he was كَقائِدٍlike a commander of جيشan army of الضَلالِerror
وَكانَ كَقائِدٍ جيش الضَلالِ
عاينbeheld جَبريلُGabriel فيin صَفِّهِhis ranks
عاين جَبريلُ في صَفِّهِ
And he was like the commander of an army of error,
And he was like the leader of the army of misguidance
who beheld Gabriel in his ranks.
Gabriel saw him in its ranks
أُصيفرa sallow little man يرعفُbleeds مِنfrom نَحرِهِhis throat
أُصيفر يرعفُ مِن نَحرِهِ
إِذاwhen رَعفbled المرءa man مِنfrom أَنفِهِhis nose
إِذا رَعف المرء مِن أَنفِهِ
A sallow little man bleeds from his throat
Yellow, trembling from his throat
when a man bleeds from his nose.
When a man trembles from his nose
وَأَحسَبُand I think سَيفَthe sword of ابنَthe son of بنتِthe daughter of النَبيِّthe Prophet
وَأَحسَبُ سَيفَ ابنَ بنتِ النَبيِّ
يُخَضِّبُstains حدَّيهِboth its edges منfrom عُرفِهِhis nape
يُخَضِّبُ حدَّيهِ من عُرفِهِ
And I think the sword of the Prophet's daughter's son
And I reckon the sword of the Prophet's grandson
stains both its edges with blood from his nape.
Will redden its sharpness with his blood
أَرىI see مَلَكُthe Angel of المَوتِDeath يَدنوdraws near إِلَيهِto him
أَرى مَلَكُ المَوتِ يَدنو إِلَيهِ
وَهوَwhile he يَعَضُّbites عَلىon كَفِّهِhis palm
وَهوَ يَعَضُّ عَلى كَفِّهِ
I see the Angel of Death drawing near him,
I see the angel of death drawing near him
while he bites his palm.
While he bites on his palm
أَباO father of الشِعرِpoetry وَيحكwoe to you تَبغيyou seek العُلىhigh rank
أَبا الشِعرِ وَيحك تَبغي العُلى
وَأَنتَwhile you تُقَصِّرُfall short عَنof وَصفِهِdescribing it
وَأَنتَ تُقَصِّرُ عَن وَصفِهِ
O father of poetry, woe to you! You seek high rank,
O master poet, you wish for highness
yet fall short even of describing it.
While you fall short in describing it
وَلَمand not تَكُyou were أَهلاًworthy بأنto تستقرَّsettle
وَلَم تَكُ أَهلاً بأن تستقرَّ
عَلىupon منبرthe pulpit of المُلكِkingship أَوor طَرفِهِits edge
عَلى منبر المُلكِ أَو طَرفِهِ
Nor were you worthy to take your place
You were not qualified to settle
upon the pulpit of kingship, or even its edge.
Upon the seat of kingdom or its edge
لأَنَّكَbecause you أَبورmore worthless منthan شاعِرٍa poet
لأَنَّكَ أَبور من شاعِرٍ
عَلىdespite خِسَّةِthe baseness of الشِعرpoetry مَعalong with ضَعفِهِits weakness
عَلى خِسَّةِ الشِعر مَع ضَعفِهِ
For you are more worthless than a poet,
Because you are more skillful than a poet
despite poetry's baseness and its weakness.
In the meanness of poetry despite its weakness
أَرقتَyou spilled دَماًblood بَعدَماafter صُنتَهُyou protected it
أَرقتَ دَماً بَعدَما صُنتَهُ
وَأَشعَلتَand you kindled جَمراًembers وَلَمand did not تُطفِهِextinguish them
وَأَشعَلتَ جَمراً وَلَم تُطفِهِ
You spilled blood after you had protected it,
You shed blood after you protected it
and kindled embers without extinguishing them.
And ignited embers without extinguishing them
وَأَشفَيتَand you reached the brink مُنتَظِراًawaiting لِلبَوارِruin
وَأَشفَيتَ مُنتَظِراً لِلبَوارِ
وَصَدرُكَand your breast حَرّانُburning لَمnot تُشفِهِyou heal it
وَصَدرُكَ حَرّانُ لَم تُشفِهِ
And you reached the brink, awaiting ruin,
And you quenched a smoldering fire
your breast still burning—you have not healed it.
While your chest blazed without cooling it
لعمرُكby your life إِنّيindeed I لَبيبُthe discerning one الرِجالamong men
لعمرُك إِنّي لَبيبُ الرِجال
منwho كَفَّrefrained أَوor غَضَّlowered منof طَرفِهِhis gaze
من كَفَّ أَو غَضَّ من طَرفِهِ
By your life, I am the discerning one among men:
By your life, I am clever among men
one who holds back or lowers his gaze.
Whoever restrains or casts down his gaze
إِذاif ماemphasis إِمامthe leader of الفَتىthe young man راقَهُpleased him
إِذا ما إِمام الفَتى راقَهُ
فاسبيهso take him captive وانظرand look إِلىtoward خَلفِهِbehind him
فاسبيه وانظر إِلى خَلفِهِ
If a young man's leader charms him,
When the role model of a lad pleases him
then take him captive and look behind him.
Captivate him and look to his behind
إِلىto اللَهِGod أَشكوI complain أُموراًof matters جَرَتthat occurred
إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو أُموراً جَرَت
عَلىwith غيرno قَصدٍintent واستَفعِهِand seek His protection (unclear form)
عَلى غير قَصدٍ واستَفعِهِ
To God I complain of matters that occurred
To God I complain of matters that occurred
without intent, and seek His protection [unclear word].
Without intent and make them rise
وَكَمand how many قائِلٍa speaker سَجَنوهُthey imprisoned him عَلىfor
وَكَم قائِلٍ سَجَنوهُ عَلى
تطلُّبِهِhis seeking الملكkingship مِنout of لَهفِهِhis yearning
تطلُّبِهِ الملك مِن لَهفِهِ
How many a speaker has said: they imprisoned him for
And how many speakers they imprisoned
seeking kingship out of his yearning!
For seeking the kingdom out of passion
أَيطَّلِبُdoes he seek المُلكَkingship مَنone who لَيسَis not مِنهُof it
أَيطَّلِبُ المُلكَ مَن لَيسَ مِنهُ
وَلاnor منfrom among بنيهits sons وَلاnor صِنفِهِits kind
وَلا من بنيه وَلا صِنفِهِ
Does one seek kingship who does not belong to it,
Does one seek the kingdom who is not of it
nor to its sons, nor to its kind?
Nor of its children or genre?
وَمَنand whoever كانَwas ذاpossessed of حِنكَةٍexperience بِالعُلومِin the sciences
وَمَن كانَ ذا حِنكَةٍ بِالعُلومِ
قارclings بِهِto him البؤسmisery مِنthrough حَرفِهِhis ill fortune
قار بِهِ البؤس مِن حَرفِهِ
And whoever is seasoned in the sciences,
And one who had wisdom in sciences
misery clings to him through his ill fortune.
Detention makes him deny its roughness
إِذاwhen نشفَdries العودthe branch مِنof مائِهِits sap
إِذا نشفَ العود مِن مائِهِ
فَذَلِكَthen that أَدعىmore conducive إِلىto قَصفِهِits breaking
فَذَلِكَ أَدعى إِلى قَصفِهِ
When a branch dries of its sap,
When the stick dries of its wetness
that makes it likelier to break.
That is more conducive to snapping it
وَذوand one possessing الفَضلmerit يَنظرُlooks فيinto أَمرِهِhis affairs
وَذو الفَضل يَنظرُ في أَمرِهِ
كَذيlike one possessing النَقصِdeficiency يَنظُرُlooks فيat عَطفِهِhis flank
كَذي النَقصِ يَنظُرُ في عَطفِهِ
And a man of merit considers his affairs,
And the virtuous looks into his matter
like a deficient man looking at his own flank.
Like the deficient looks into his weakness
فَإِنَّfor indeed مُصارِعَfatal downfalls of بغيthe transgression of الرِجالِmen
فَإِنَّ مُصارِعَ بغي الرِجالِ
يَختَرِمُsnatches away الأُلفَthe loved one مِنfrom إِلفِهِhis companion
يَختَرِمُ الأُلفَ مِن إِلفِهِ
For the fatal downfalls brought by men's transgression
For the death of the ambitious causes
snatch a loved one from his companion.
Separation of companionship from its intimacy
فَلاso do not تَغبِطَنَّever envy أَمرأًa man فيon غَدٍthe morrow
فَلا تَغبِطَنَّ أَمرأً في غَدٍ
سيقسِمُهُwill split him السَيفthe sword مِنat نِصفِهِhis midpoint
سيقسِمُهُ السَيف مِن نِصفِهِ
So never envy a man: tomorrow
So do not congratulate a man tomorrow
the sword will split him down the middle.
Who will be divided in half by the sword
مِنَfrom النائِباتِcalamities فَقَدfor indeed طُفنَthey circled بيaround me
مِنَ النائِباتِ فَقَد طُفنَ بي
طَوافthe circling of الغَريمِthe creditor يمنaround one (unclear form) يَحفِهِhe besets him
طَواف الغَريمِ يمن يَحفِهِ
As for calamities, they have circled me
I have been encircled by tribulations
like a creditor circling someone he besets [unclear wording].
Like an enemy circumambulating what borders him
وَكُلٌّand everyone بِماfor what قالَهُhe said it آثِمٌguilty
وَكُلٌّ بِما قالَهُ آثِمٌ
سيقراhe will read الَّذيwhat قالَhe said فيin صُحفِهِhis records
سيقرا الَّذي قالَ في صُحفِهِ
And everyone is guilty for what he has said;
And all are sinful for what they say
he will read what he said in his records.
What one has said will be read in his scripture
وَلَيسَand it is not سِوىanything but نَكَباتِthe calamities of الزَمانِtime
وَلَيسَ سِوى نَكَباتِ الزَمانِ
وَرأيٌand an opinion يُضلُّكَmisleads you فيin ضَعفِهِits weakness
وَرأيٌ يُضلُّكَ في ضَعفِهِ
It is nothing but the calamities of time
And there is nothing but the pitfalls of time
and a feeble opinion that leads you astray.
And an opinion that misguides in its weakness
عَلىupon أَهلthe people of مَكَّةَMecca منيfrom me السَلامُpeace
عَلى أَهل مَكَّةَ مني السَلامُ
ومنand whoever ثًفنيshared with me (unclear form) الودَّaffection أَوor أَصفِهِI love him sincerely
ومن ثًفني الودَّ أَو أَصفِهِ
Peace from me upon the people of Mecca,
From me is greetings upon the people of Mecca
and whoever shared my affection [unclear word], or whom I love sincerely,
And love for whoever befriended or aligned with me
حَياتيduring my life وَبَعدَand after وَفاتيmy death إِذاwhen
حَياتي وَبَعدَ وَفاتي إِذا
أَريتُI am shown (unclear reading) منfrom اللَحدِthe grave فيwithin لُحفِهِits coverings
أَريتُ من اللَحدِ في لُحفِهِ
throughout my life and after my death, when
My life and after my death when
I am shown from the grave, within its coverings [unclear reading].
I am seen in the grave inside its enclosure
Sol 6.1