أَتَرى اللاحي وَقَد أَر

أَتَرى اللاحي وَقَد أَر

وَحَ مِن نَتنِ خِلالِه

وَحَ مِن نَتنِ خِلالِه

Do you see the fault-finder, now reeking

Do you see the shameless man whose stench permeates,

from the stench of his character?

Who was never ashamed though his morals reek of musk?

لَم يَكُن شيَمَ نَسي

لَم يَكُن شيَمَ نَسي

مُ المِسكِ مِن أَخلاقِ حالِه

مُ المِسكِ مِن أَخلاقِ حالِه

Never was a breath discerned

With no insight tied in the ropes of his ropes,

of musk from the traits of his character.

Never did the whims of that generous man cross his mind.

لا وَرَأيٍ بَتَّ بِالحَز

لا وَرَأيٍ بَتَّ بِالحَز

مِ حِبالي مِن حِبالِه

مِ حِبالي مِن حِبالِه

No—by a judgment that decisively severed

God increased him only in persisting in his ignorance.

my cords from his cords—

An enemy in his richness, and a friend in his ruin,

ما جَرى خاطِرُ ذاكَ الكَ

ما جَرى خاطِرُ ذاكَ الكَ

رَم المَحضِ بِبالِه

رَم المَحضِ بِبالِه

never did the thought of that

A man cursed by glory for all his deeds,

pure generosity cross his mind.

If you were words, you would be some of his impossibilities,

ما زادَهُ اللَهُ إِلّا

ما زادَهُ اللَهُ إِلّا

في التَمادي في خَبالِه

في التَمادي في خَبالِه

God has only increased

Or a deed, you would be the excuse of a beloved and his illness.

his persistence in his madness.

يا عَدُوّاً في غِناهُ

يا عَدُوّاً في غِناهُ

وَصَديقاً في اِختِلالِه

وَصَديقاً في اِختِلالِه

O enemy when rich,

and friend when poor,

وَفَتىً يَلعَنُهُ المَج

وَفَتىً يَلعَنُهُ المَج

دُ عَلى كُلِّ فِعالِه

دُ عَلى كُلِّ فِعالِه

and a youth whom Glory curses

for every deed of his!

أَنتَ لَو كُنتَ كَلاماً

أَنتَ لَو كُنتَ كَلاماً

كُنتَ مِن بَعضِ مُحالِه

كُنتَ مِن بَعضِ مُحالِه

You, if you were speech,

would be some of its nonsense.

أَو فَعالاً كُنتَ مِن عُذ

أَو فَعالاً كُنتَ مِن عُذ

رِ حَبيبٍ وَاِعتِلالِه

رِ حَبيبٍ وَاِعتِلالِه

Or, were you deeds, you would be among

Habib's excuses and his pretexts.