لاdo not تَعجَبَنَّever be astonished فَماfor there is no لِلدَهرِfor Time مِنany عَجَبِcause for wonder
لا تَعجَبَنَّ فَما لِلدَهرِ مِن عَجَبِ
وَلاand no مِنَfrom اللَهِGod مِنany حِصنٍfortress وَلاnor هَرَبِescape
وَلا مِنَ اللَهِ مِن حِصنٍ وَلا هَرَبِ
Do not marvel, for there is nothing surprising about Time.
Do not be amazed, for fate holds no amazement
And there is no fortress against God, nor any escape.
Nor any refuge from God, no escape
ياO فَضلُFadl لاdo not تَجزَعَنever be distraught مِمّاover what رُميتَyou were struck بِهِwith it
يا فَضلُ لا تَجزَعَن مِمّا رُميتَ بِهِ
مَنwhoever خاصَمَcontended with الدَهرَTime جاثاهُknelt facing it عَلىon الرُكَبِthe knees
مَن خاصَمَ الدَهرَ جاثاهُ عَلى الرُكَبِ
O Fadl, do not be distraught over what has struck you.
O excellency, do not despair of what you are stricken with
Whoever contends with Time meets it knee to knee.
Who contends with fate, it lays him low on his knees
كَمhow many مِنof كَريمٍa noble man نَشاgrew up فيin بَيتِa house of مَملَكَةٍroyalty
كَم مِن كَريمٍ نَشا في بَيتِ مَملَكَةٍ
أَتاكَcame to you مُكتَئِباًdejected بِالهَمِّwith worry وَالكُرَبِand distresses
أَتاكَ مُكتَئِباً بِالهَمِّ وَالكُرَبِ
How many a noble man, raised in a royal household,
How many a noble was raised in the abode of a kingdom
Came to you dejected with worry and distress.
Yet came to you depressed, full of cares and hardship
أَولَيتَهُyou bestowed on him مِنكَfrom you إِذلالاًhumiliation وَمَنقَصَةًand degradation
أَولَيتَهُ مِنكَ إِذلالاً وَمَنقَصَةً
وَخابَand he was disappointed مِنكَin you وَمِنand in ذيthe Possessor of العَرشِthe Throne لَمdid not يَخِبِsuffer disappointment
وَخابَ مِنكَ وَمِن ذي العَرشِ لَم يَخِبِ
You dealt him humiliation and degradation,
You made him feel from you humiliation and deficiency
And he was disappointed in you, but not in the Lord of the Throne.
And he failed in you, and the Lord of the Throne, he did not fail
ماnot تَشتَفيfinds satisfaction مُقلَةٌan eye أَبلَيتَyou wore out ناظِرَهاits pupil
ما تَشتَفي مُقلَةٌ أَبلَيتَ ناظِرَها
حَتّىuntil تَراكَit sees you عَلىon عودٍa stake مِنَof الغَرَبِwillow
حَتّى تَراكَ عَلى عودٍ مِنَ الغَرَبِ
No eye whose pupil you have worn out will find satisfaction
What female glance looked to you full of love
Until it sees you on a stake of willow wood.
Until it saw you clinging to a branch of the west
Sol 6.1