واهاًah, alas لِموقفناfor our meeting بِبرقةat Burqat تَهمدِTahmad
واهاً لِموقفنا بِبرقة تَهمدِ
بَينَamong النَواهدbudding-breasted maidens وَالحسانand the beauties الخُردِbashful virgins
بَينَ النَواهد وَالحسان الخُردِ
Ah, for our meeting at Burqat Tahmad,
Alas for our stance in Barqa as it dims
Among budding-breasted maidens and beautiful, bashful virgins,
Between warnings and petty goodness
مِنof كُلevery مخطفةslender الحَشاwaist رَعبوبةa soft, delicate beauty
مِن كُل مخطفة الحَشا رَعبوبة
تَزريputs to shame بِخوطthe shoot of البانةthe bān tree المتاوّدswaying
تَزري بِخوط البانة المتاوّد
Each a slender-waisted, delicate beauty,
From every unsettled wilderness
Who puts the swaying shoot of the bān tree to shame.
Running with the lines of separation extended
طارَحتَهاyou exchanged with her العُتبىreconciliation وَقَدwhile already خاطَsewed shut الكَرىslumber
طارَحتَها العُتبى وَقَد خاطَ الكَرى
جفنَthe eyelid of الحَوادثcalamities وَالزَمانand time الأَنكَدِwretched
جفنَ الحَوادث وَالزَمان الأَنكَدِ
You exchanged words of reconciliation with her, while sleep had sewn shut
Blame cast it aside and time has sewn shut
The eyelid of calamities and of wretched time.
The eyelids of events and the most sorrowful era
وَاللَيلand the night قَدhad رَقَتgrew fine حَواشيthe fringes of بَردهُits mantle
وَاللَيل قَد رَقَت حَواشي بَردهُ
وَالوَقتand the time صافيunclouded العَيشlife عَذبsweet الموردwellspring
وَالوَقت صافي العَيش عَذب المورد
And the fringes of night's mantle had grown fine,
And the night, its edges have softened in its cold
And life in that hour was unclouded, its wellspring sweet,
And time, life is clear, its springs sweet
وَالزَهرand the bright stars فيin أُفقthe horizon of السَماءِthe sky كَأَنَّهاas though they were
وَالزَهر في أُفق السَماءِ كَأَنَّها
عقدa necklace تَبَددscattered فيon فِراشa bed of زَبَرجَدchrysolite
عقد تَبَدد في فِراش زَبَرجَد
And the bright stars on heaven's horizon seemed
And the flowers on the horizon of the sky as though
A necklace scattered upon a bed of chrysolite.
A necklace scattering on an emerald carpet
حَتّىuntil اِنجَلىappeared فَلقthe first light of الصَباحmorning وَراعَهاand alarmed her
حَتّى اِنجَلى فَلق الصَباح وَراعَها
نَظرthe gaze of الوشاةthe tale-bearers تَزَحزحتshe withdrew عَنfrom مَرقَدa resting-place
نَظر الوشاة تَزَحزحت عَن مَرقَد
Until morning's first light appeared, and she was alarmed by
Until the dawn broke through and startled it
The tale-bearers' gaze; she withdrew from her resting-place.
The look of the slanderers moved from its bed
فَطفقتso I began أَسفحI pour out لِلتَنائيfor separation عبرةa tear
فَطفقت أَسفح لِلتَنائي عبرة
كَالغَيثlike rain بَلrather كَنوالlike the bounty of راحةthe palm of أَسعَدAs'ad
كَالغَيث بَل كَنوال راحة أَسعَد
So I began to pour out a tear at our separation,
So I began pouring tears of separation
Like rain—rather, like the bounty of As'ad's palm.
Like rain, no, like the most joyful lament
هُوَhe بَهجةthe delight of الدُنياthe world وَفَرقَدَهاand its Farqad star الَّذيwho
هُوَ بَهجة الدُنيا وَفَرقَدَها الَّذي
بِسَناهُby his radiance أَربابthose endowed with البَصائرinsight تَهتَديare guided
بِسَناهُ أَرباب البَصائر تَهتَدي
He is the world's delight and its Farqad star, by whose
He is the delight of the world and its nap whom
Radiance the discerning find their way.
The possessors of insight are guided by his years
بِوجودِهِthrough his presence شادَraised المُهَيمنthe All-Guardian شَرعُهُHis law
بِوجودِهِ شادَ المُهَيمن شَرعُهُ
وَبِهِand through him أَعَزَmade mighty اللَهُGod دينthe faith of مُحَمَدMuhammad
وَبِهِ أَعَزَ اللَهُ دين مُحَمَد
Through his presence, the All-Guardian raised His law,
By his existence, the Sovereign fortified His law
And through him God made Muhammad's faith mighty.
And through him God strengthened Muhammad's religion
لِلّهِto God مِنكَfrom you مَملَكa crowned sovereign فرعscaled العُلاthe heights
لِلّهِ مِنكَ مَملَك فرع العُلا
فَاِنحَطَso fell عَنbelow علياهُhis exalted station كُلevery مسودlord
فَاِنحَطَ عَن علياهُ كُل مسود
God be praised for you, a sovereign who has scaled the heights,
To God a kingdom from you, a branch of the sublime
So every lord fell below his exalted station.
So everything gloomy fell from its heights
مُتفردunrivaled فيin العالَمينall the worlds بِهمةin resolve
مُتفرد في العالَمين بِهمة
عُلويةlofty آثارَهاits effects لَمnot تَجحدwere denied
عُلوية آثارَها لَم تَجحد
Unrivaled in all the worlds in his resolve,
Unparalleled in the two worlds in resolve
Lofty, its effects never denied,
Whose supreme traces are undeniable
وَبَداهةand ready wit بِفَراسةwith discernment عمريةٍUmar-like
وَبَداهة بِفَراسة عمريةٍ
حَتّىso that يَكادhe nearly يَقولspeaks عَمّاof what فيin غَدtomorrow
حَتّى يَكاد يَقول عَمّا في غَد
And in ready wit, with Umar-like discernment,
And in perceptiveness by princely insight
So that he almost speaks of what tomorrow holds.
It is as though he speaks of what will come tomorrow
فيin بَعضsome أَيرذَرَّةٍunclear in the supplied text مِنof مَجدِهِhis glory
في بَعض أَيرذَرَّةٍ مِن مَجدِهِ
يَومَthe day of المَفاخرproud boasts رَغمُabasement أَنفthe nose of الحَسَدenvy
يَومَ المَفاخر رَغمُ أَنف الحَسَد
In some [unclear word] of his glory,
In some hints of his glory
On the day of boasting, envy's nose is rubbed in dust.
On the day of boasting despite the envious
وَكَأَنَّماand as though الأَفلاكthe celestial spheres طوعobedient to يَمينهِhis right hand
وَكَأَنَّما الأَفلاك طوع يَمينهِ
كَالعيدlike the festival ممتثِلاًcomplying لِأَمرwith the command of السَيدthe master
كَالعيد ممتثِلاً لِأَمر السَيد
And it is as though the celestial spheres obey his right hand,
As though the celestial spheres are subservient to his right hand
Like a festival, complying with the master's command.
Like the feast carrying out the order of the Master
فَنحوسso the ill omens of أَنجمهاtheir stars نَصيبthe share of عداتِهِhis enemies
فَنحوس أَنجمها نَصيب عداتِهِ
وَسُعودِهاand their good fortune أَبَداًforever لَهُfor him مُلكthe possession of اليَدthe hand
وَسُعودِها أَبَداً لَهُ مُلك اليَد
So the ill omens of their stars are his enemies' share,
So their inauspicious stars are the lot of his enemies
And their good fortune is forever in his hand.
And their fortunes forever are in his grasp
ياO أَيُّهاyou المَولىthe lord الَّذيwho لِجَنابِهِto his court
يا أَيُّها المَولى الَّذي لِجَنابِهِ
جابَتtraversed أُولوthose possessed of الأَلبابunderstanding عَرضthe breadth of الفَرقَدthe Farqad star
جابَت أُولو الأَلباب عَرض الفَرقَد
O lord, to whose court
O You my Master whom
The wise have traversed the breadth of Farqad,
The wise of heart have answered to His tomb
عَمَتencompassed فَوائضكyour overflowing gifts البَريةcreation فَاِنثَنَتso yielded
عَمَت فَوائضك البَرية فَاِنثَنَت
طَوعobedient to العنانthe rein لَرائحfor an evening traveler وَلَمُغتَديand for a morning traveler
طَوع العنان لَرائح وَلَمُغتَدي
Your overflowing gifts embraced creation, then yielded,
Your abundant grace has spread through the land so it yielded
Docile to the rein, to evening and morning travelers.
To the bridle whether returning or setting forth
لِيfor me مِنfrom مَنيعimpregnable حِماكyour sanctuary أَمضىkeenest صَعدةlance
لِي مِن مَنيع حِماك أَمضى صَعدة
وَأَتَمand the most complete سابغةcoat of mail وَخَيرand the finest مُهَنَدIndian-steel sword
وَأَتَم سابغة وَخَير مُهَنَد
From your impregnable sanctuary I have the keenest lance,
From Your inaccessible protection I have the firmest ascent
And the fullest coat of mail and the finest Indian blade.
And most perfect lavishment and the best gift
لاdo not تَنسَforget عَبداًa servant قَدalready رَماهُassailed him دَهرَهُhis time
لا تَنسَ عَبداً قَد رَماهُ دَهرَهُ
بِحَوادثwith calamities لاnot تَنقَضيcome to an end بِتَعَدُدin number
بِحَوادث لا تَنقَضي بِتَعَدُد
Do not forget a servant whom his time has assailed
Do not forget a slave whom his time has cast
With calamities endless in their multitude.
With unending tribulations in multitude
وَأَناand I الَّذيthe one who أَلقاlaid down بِبابكat your door رحلهُhis baggage
وَأَنا الَّذي أَلقا بِبابك رحلهُ
يَبغيhe seeks النَجاحsuccess وَأَنتَand you أَعظَمthe greatest مَقصَدgoal
يَبغي النَجاح وَأَنتَ أَعظَم مَقصَد
And I am he who laid his baggage at your door,
And I, who have reached Your door with his luggage
Seeking success—and you are the greatest goal—
Seeking success, and You are the greatest aim
وَأَجادَand crafted finely فيكَin your praise الشعرpoetry يَقطرdrips حُسنَهُits beauty
وَأَجادَ فيكَ الشعر يَقطر حُسنَهُ
مِنfrom كُلevery عقدnecklace بِالنُجومwith stars منضدarrayed
مِن كُل عقد بِالنُجوم منضد
And crafted fine verse in your praise, its beauty dripping
And whose poetry flows with its beauty
From every necklace arrayed with stars.
From every string with the stars aligned
ماليI have nothing سِوىexcept دَعواتthe prayers of قَلبٍa heart خاشعhumble
مالي سِوى دَعوات قَلبٍ خاشع
وَبَليغand eloquent شعرpoetry بِالثَناءِwith praise مشيدraised high
وَبَليغ شعر بِالثَناءِ مشيد
I have nothing but the prayers of a humble heart,
I have nothing but the prayers of a humble heart
And eloquent verse raised high in praise.
And eloquent poetry praising with construction
Sol 6.1