سَلامٌpeace عَلَيكُمupon you لاno وَفاءٌloyalty وَلاand no عَهدُpledge
سَلامٌ عَلَيكُم لا وَفاءٌ وَلا عَهدُ
أَماis there not لَكُمُfor you مِنfrom هَجرِforsaking أَحبابِكُمyour beloveds بُدُّan escape
أَما لَكُمُ مِن هَجرِ أَحبابِكُم بُدُّ
Peace be upon you—no loyalty and no pledge!
Peace be upon you, no loyalty nor covenant
Have you no escape from forsaking your beloveds?
Don’t you have estrangement from your loved ones?
أَأَحبابَناO our beloveds قَدindeed أَنجَزَfulfilled البَينُseparation وَعدَهُits promise
أَأَحبابَنا قَد أَنجَزَ البَينُ وَعدَهُ
وَشيكاًswiftly وَلَمyet not يُنجَزbe fulfilled لَناfor us مِنكُمُfrom you وَعدُa promise
وَشيكاً وَلَم يُنجَز لَنا مِنكُمُ وَعدُ
O our beloveds, separation has fulfilled its promise
Have our loved ones fulfilled the promise of separation?
swiftly, yet no promise from you has been fulfilled for us.
It is coming soon, yet no promise from you is fulfilled
أَأَطلالَO ruins دارِthe dwelling of العامِرِيَّةِal-Amiriyya بِاللِوىat al-Liwa
أَأَطلالَ دارِ العامِرِيَّةِ بِاللِوى
سَقَتmay water رَبعَكِyour dwelling الأَنواءُrain-bearing stars ماwhat فَعَلَتhas done هِندُHind
سَقَت رَبعَكِ الأَنواءُ ما فَعَلَت هِندُ
O ruins of al-Amiriyya's dwelling at al-Liwa,
The ruins of the inhabited Dar Al-Amiriyya
may the rain-bearing stars water your dwelling; what has become of Hind?
Your abode was watered by rainfalls, what did India do?
أَدارَO dwelling of اللِوىal-Liwa بَينَbetween الصَريمَةِal-Sarima وَالحِمىand al-Hima
أَدارَ اللِوى بَينَ الصَريمَةِ وَالحِمى
أَماhas ... no لِلهَوىfor love إِلّاexcept رَسيسَthe lingering trace of الجَوىpassionate anguish قَصدُan aim
أَما لِلهَوى إِلّا رَسيسَ الجَوى قَصدُ
O dwelling at al-Liwa, between al-Sarima and al-Hima,
The Dar turned between As-Sareema and Al-Hima
has love no aim but lingering heartache?
The only purpose of passion is the whispering of the wind
بِنَفسِيَwith my life as ransom مَنthe one whom عَذَّبتُI tormented نَفسيmyself بِحُبِّهِthrough loving him
بِنَفسِيَ مَن عَذَّبتُ نَفسي بِحُبِّهِ
وَإِنand even if لَمnot يَكُنthere is مِنهُfrom him وِصالٌunion وَلاand no وُدُّaffection
وَإِن لَم يَكُن مِنهُ وِصالٌ وَلا وُدُّ
My life for the one with whose love I have tormented myself,
I tortured myself with love for one
even though neither union nor affection comes from him.
Who had no union nor affection for me
حَبيبٌa beloved مِنَamong الأَحبابِthe beloveds شَطَّتbecame distant بِهِwith him النَوىseparation
حَبيبٌ مِنَ الأَحبابِ شَطَّت بِهِ النَوى
وَأَيُّand which حَبيبٍbeloved ماnot أَتىhas come دونَهُbetween us and him البُعدُdistance
وَأَيُّ حَبيبٍ ما أَتى دونَهُ البُعدُ
A beloved among beloveds, carried far away by separation—
A beloved whom the stars took away
and what beloved has distance not kept beyond reach?
And which beloved comes without distance?
إِذاwhen جُزتَyou cross صَحراءَthe desert of الغُوَيرِal-Ghuwayr مُغَرِّباًheading west
إِذا جُزتَ صَحراءَ الغُوَيرِ مُغَرِّباً
وَجازَتكَand has passed you بَطحاءَthe gravel plain of السَواجيرِal-Sawajir ياO سَعدُSa'd
وَجازَتكَ بَطحاءَ السَواجيرِ يا سَعدُ
When you cross the desert of al-Ghuwayr, heading west,
When you pass through the desert of Ghuwair wandering
and the gravel plain of al-Sawajir lies behind you, O Sa'd,
And the plains of As-Sawajir pass you, O Saad
فَقُلthen say لِبَنيto the sons of الضَحّاكِal-Dahhak مَهلاًtake care فَإِنَّنيfor I
فَقُل لِبَني الضَحّاكِ مَهلاً فَإِنَّني
أَنَI am الأُفعُوانُthe male viper الصِلُّthe deadly asp وَالضَيغَمُand the lion الوَردُtawny
أَنَ الأُفعُوانُ الصِلُّ وَالضَيغَمُ الوَردُ
then tell the sons of al-Dahhak: Take care, for I
Say to the clan of Adh-Dhahhak, wait, I am
am the deadly male viper and the tawny lion.
The serpents are cordiality and the wolves are roses
بَنيO sons of واصِلٍWasil مَهلاًtake care فَإِنَّfor indeed اِبنَthe son of أُختِكُمyour sister
بَني واصِلٍ مَهلاً فَإِنَّ اِبنَ أُختِكُم
لَهُhe has عَزَماتٌfirm resolves هَزلُthe jest of آرائِهاtheir counsels جِدُّearnestness
لَهُ عَزَماتٌ هَزلُ آرائِها جِدُّ
Sons of Wasil, take care, for your sister's son
Clan of Wasil, wait, for the son of your sister’s daughter
has resolves whose counsels are earnest even in jest.
Has resolves, jesting with his opinions is serious
مَتىwhenever هِجتُموهُyou provoke him لاnot تَهيجواyou provoke سِوىanything but الرَدىdeath
مَتى هِجتُموهُ لا تَهيجوا سِوى الرَدى
وَإِنand even though كانَhe is خِرقاًa gallant man ماnot يُحَلُّis untied لَهُof his عَقدُa knot
وَإِن كانَ خِرقاً ما يُحَلُّ لَهُ عَقدُ
Whenever you provoke him, you provoke nothing but death,
When you antagonize him, do not provoke other than ruin
and though he is gallant, no knot of his can be undone.
Though it is a breach, no knot can be tied for him
مَهيباًawe-inspiring كَنَصلِlike the blade of السَيفِa sword لَوif قُذِفَتwere struck بِهِwith him
مَهيباً كَنَصلِ السَيفِ لَو قُذِفَت بِهِ
ذُرىthe peaks of أَجَإٍAja ظَلَّتwould remain وَأَعلامُهُand its heights وَهدُhollows
ذُرى أَجَإٍ ظَلَّت وَأَعلامُهُ وَهدُ
Awe-inspiring as a sword blade—were he hurled against
Fearsome as the edge of a sword, if tossed at
the peaks of Aja, its heights would be left as hollows.
The lairs of cowards, their flags and pillars would collapse
يَوَدُّwish رِجالٌsome men أَنَّنيthat I كُنتُwere بَعضَone of مَنthose whom
يَوَدُّ رِجالٌ أَنَّني كُنتُ بَعضَ مَن
طَوَتهُfolded him away المَناياdeaths لاnot أَروحُI go out at dusk وَلاand not أَغدوI go out at dawn
طَوَتهُ المَنايا لا أَروحُ وَلا أَغدو
Some men wish that I were among those
Some men wish that I were one of those
whom death has folded away, no longer going out at dusk or dawn.
Whom the days of death took, neither ascending nor descending
وَلَولاand were it not for اِحتِماليmy bearing ثِقلَthe burden of كُلِّevery مُلِمَّةٍcalamity
وَلَولا اِحتِمالي ثِقلَ كُلِّ مُلِمَّةٍ
تَسوءُgrieves الأَعاديthe enemies لَمnot يَوَدّواthey would wish الَّذيwhat وَدّواthey wished
تَسوءُ الأَعادي لَم يَوَدّوا الَّذي وَدّوا
Were it not that I bear the burden of every calamity
Were it not for my enduring the burden of every calamity
that grieves my enemies, they would not wish what they wish.
The hostility of enemies would not have wished what they wished
ذَرينيleave me وَإِيّاهُمand them فَحَسبيfor enough for me is صَريمَتيmy firm resolve
ذَريني وَإِيّاهُم فَحَسبي صَريمَتي
إِذاwhen الحَربُwar لَمnot يُقدَحis struck for sparks لِمُخمِدِهاfor its quencher زَندُa fire-stick
إِذا الحَربُ لَم يُقدَح لِمُخمِدِها زَندُ
Leave me to them; my firm resolve is enough for me
Leave me and them be, my firmness is enough for me
when no fire-stick sparks for one who would quench war.
When war is not ignited, no flint is needed to extinguish it
وَليand I have صاحِبٌa companion عَضبُkeen المَضارِبِin its striking edges صارِمٍa cutting sword
وَلي صاحِبٌ عَضبُ المَضارِبِ صارِمٍ
طَويلُlong النَجادِof baldric ماnot يُفَلُّis blunted لَهُof his حَدُّan edge
طَويلُ النَجادِ ما يُفَلُّ لَهُ حَدُّ
And I have a companion, a keen-edged, cutting sword,
I have a companion whose anger is that of an unsheathed sword
long of baldric, with an edge that is never blunted.
Long spear, no limit can subjugate him
وَباكِيَةٍand many a weeping woman تَشكوlaments الفِراقَparting بِأَدمُعٍwith tears
وَباكِيَةٍ تَشكو الفِراقَ بِأَدمُعٍ
تُبادِرُهاrush ahead of her سَحّاًin torrents كَماjust as اِنتَثَرَwas scattered العِقدُthe necklace
تُبادِرُها سَحّاً كَما اِنتَثَرَ العِقدُ
And many a weeping woman laments parting with tears
And a weeping woman complaining of separation with tears
that rush forth in torrents like a necklace's scattered beads.
Rushing forth like scattered pearls
رَشادَكَmay you be rightly guided لاdo not يَحزُنكَgrieve you بَينُthe departure of اِبنِa son of هِمَّةٍhigh ambition
رَشادَكَ لا يَحزُنكَ بَينُ اِبنِ هِمَّةٍ
يَتوقُyearns إِلىfor العَلياءِthe heights لَيسَthere is not لَهُfor him نَدُّan equal
يَتوقُ إِلى العَلياءِ لَيسَ لَهُ نَدُّ
Be wise; do not grieve at the departure of a son of high ambition,
May your integrity not grieve you among the clan of ambition
who yearns for the heights and has no equal.
Yearning for the sublime, none can rival him
فَمَنfor whoever كانَis حُرّاًfree فَهوَthen he is لِلعَزمِfor resolve وَالسُرىand night travel
فَمَن كانَ حُرّاً فَهوَ لِلعَزمِ وَالسُرى
وَلِلَّيلِand to night مِنamong أَفعالِهِhis deeds وَالكَرىand sleep عَبدُa slave
وَلِلَّيلِ مِن أَفعالِهِ وَالكَرى عَبدُ
For whoever is free belongs to resolve and night travel,
Whoever is free, is for resolve, night journeys
and, in his deeds, is a slave to night and sleep.
And the actions of night and raids a slave
وَلَيلٍand many a night كَأَنَّas though الصُبحَthe dawn فيat أُخرَياتِهِits latter reaches
وَلَيلٍ كَأَنَّ الصُبحَ في أُخرَياتِهِ
حُشاشَةُa remnant نَصلٍof a blade ضَمَّenfolded إِفرِندَهُits watered pattern غِمدُa sheath
حُشاشَةُ نَصلٍ ضَمَّ إِفرِندَهُ غِمدُ
And many a night, as though the dawn at its far end
A night as if morning is in its latter part
were a sliver of a blade whose watered pattern a sheath enfolded,
The glimmer of a blade whose sheath enclosed it
تَسَربَلتُهُI wore it as a cloak وَالذِئبُwhile the wolf وَسنانُdrowsy هاجِعٌasleep
تَسَربَلتُهُ وَالذِئبُ وَسنانُ هاجِعٌ
بِعَينِwith the eye of اِبنِa son of لَيلٍnight ماnot لَهُhe has بِالكَرىwith sleep عَهدُacquaintance
بِعَينِ اِبنِ لَيلٍ ما لَهُ بِالكَرى عَهدُ
I wore as a cloak while the wolf lay drowsy and sleeping,
I clothed it as the wolf and fangs of a prowling lion
with the eye of a son of night who knows no sleep.
By the eye of the son of night, no pact with destruction
أُثيرَI rouse القَطاthe sandgrouse الكُدرِيَّdusky عَنfrom جَثَماتِهِits roosts
أُثيرَ القَطا الكُدرِيَّ عَن جَثَماتِهِ
وَتَألَفُنيand befriend me فيهِin it الثَعالِبُthe foxes وَالرُبدُand gray ostriches
وَتَألَفُني فيهِ الثَعالِبُ وَالرُبدُ
I rouse the dusky sandgrouse from their roosts,
I stirred the muddy battleground over its corpses
and foxes and gray ostriches grow familiar with me in it.
And foxes and lynxes befriended me therein
وَأَطلَسَand a dusky wolf مِلءِfilling العَينِthe eye يَحمِلُcarries زَورَهُhis breast
وَأَطلَسَ مِلءِ العَينِ يَحمِلُ زَورَهُ
وَأَضلاعَهُand his ribs مِنfrom جانِبَيهِhis two sides شَوىlimbs نَهدُpowerful
وَأَضلاعَهُ مِن جانِبَيهِ شَوى نَهدُ
And a dusky wolf, filling the eye, bearing his breast
And the fill of an eye bearing its falsehood
and the ribs of both his flanks on powerful limbs.
Its ribs on both sides roasted by flames
لَهُhe has ذَنَبٌa tail مِثلُlike الرَشاءِthe well-rope يَجُرُّهُhe drags it
لَهُ ذَنَبٌ مِثلُ الرَشاءِ يَجُرُّهُ
وَمَتنٌand a back كَمَتنِlike the back of القَوسِa bow أَعوَجَcrooked مُنئَدُّbent
وَمَتنٌ كَمَتنِ القَوسِ أَعوَجَ مُنئَدُّ
He has a tail like a well-rope, which he drags,
It has a tail like a quiver trailing it
and a back like a bow's back, crooked and bent.
And a curved, crooked spine
طَواهُwasted him الطَوىhunger حَتّىuntil اِستَمَرَّgrew firm مَريرُهُhis resolve
طَواهُ الطَوى حَتّى اِستَمَرَّ مَريرُهُ
فَماso there is not فيهِin him إِلّاanything except العَظمُbone وَالروحُand spirit وَالجِلدُand skin
فَما فيهِ إِلّا العَظمُ وَالروحُ وَالجِلدُ
Hunger had wasted him until his resolve hardened,
Leanness emaciated it until its bitterness endured
so there was nothing in him but bone, spirit, and skin.
Nothing left but bone, soul, and skin
يُقَضقِضُhe clacks عُصلاcrooked fangs فيin أَسِرَّتِهاtheir grooves الرَدىdeath
يُقَضقِضُ عُصلا في أَسِرَّتِها الرَدى
كَقَضقَضَةِlike the teeth-chattering of المَقرورِa chilled man أَرعَدَهُmade him shiver البَردُthe cold
كَقَضقَضَةِ المَقرورِ أَرعَدَهُ البَردُ
He clacks crooked fangs, death lodged in their grooves,
It crunches a bare bone in its lair of destruction
like the teeth-chattering of a chilled man made to shiver by cold.
Like the crunch of ice struck by cold
سَماhe advanced ليtoward me وَبيand in me مِنfrom شِدَّةِthe severity of الجوعِhunger ماwhat بِهِwas in him
سَما لي وَبي مِن شِدَّةِ الجوعِ ما بِهِ
بِبَيداءَin a wasteland لَمnot تُحسَسwas sensed بِهاin it عيشَةٌa life رَغدُcomfortable
بِبَيداءَ لَم تُحسَس بِها عيشَةٌ رَغدُ
He advanced toward me; I had the same fierce hunger as he,
I have such severe hunger with no means of life
in a wasteland where no life of plenty could be found.
In a desert where no livelihood was sensed
كِلاناboth of us بِهاin it ذِئبٌa wolf يُحَدِّثُspeaks to نَفسَهُhimself
كِلانا بِها ذِئبٌ يُحَدِّثُ نَفسَهُ
بِصاحِبِهِabout his companion وَالجَدُّand fortune يُتعِسُهُmakes it wretched الجَدُّfortune
بِصاحِبِهِ وَالجَدُّ يُتعِسُهُ الجَدُّ
Each of us there was a wolf, thinking to himself
We two there, a wolf talking to itself
of his companion, and fortune brings fortune to grief.
And seriousness makes seriousness woeful
عَوىhe howled ثُمَّthen أَقعىsat on his haunches وَاِرتَجَزتُand I chanted rajaz verse فَهِجتُهُso I provoked him
عَوى ثُمَّ أَقعى وَاِرتَجَزتُ فَهِجتُهُ
فَأَقبَلَthen he advanced مِثلَlike البَرقِlightning يَتبَعُهُfollows it الرَعدُthunder
فَأَقبَلَ مِثلَ البَرقِ يَتبَعُهُ الرَعدُ
He howled, then sat on his haunches; I chanted rajaz verse and provoked him.
It howled, so I howled a retort provoking it
Then he advanced like lightning followed by thunder.
Then it came like lightning followed by thunder
فَأَوجَرتُهُso I made him swallow خَرقاءَa piercing arrow تَحسِبُyou would think ريشَهاits feathers
فَأَوجَرتُهُ خَرقاءَ تَحسِبُ ريشَها
عَلىon كَوكَبٍa star يَنقَضُّplunging down وَاللَيلُwhile the night مُسوَدُblackened
عَلى كَوكَبٍ يَنقَضُّ وَاللَيلُ مُسوَدُ
So I made him swallow a piercing arrow; you would think its feathers
So I hit it with futility it thought its feathers
rode a falling star, while the night was pitch-black.
Were upon a star dismantling as the night darkens
فَماyet not اِزدادَhe grew إِلّاexcept جُرأَةًin boldness وَصَرامَةًand resolve
فَما اِزدادَ إِلّا جُرأَةً وَصَرامَةً
وَأَيقَنتُand I became certain أَنَّthat الأَمرَthe matter مِنهُon his part هُوَis الجِدُّearnest
وَأَيقَنتُ أَنَّ الأَمرَ مِنهُ هُوَ الجِدُّ
Yet he only grew in boldness and resolve,
But it only increased in audacity and intensity
and I knew for certain that he was in earnest.
And I knew the matter with it was serious
فَأَتبَعتُهاthen I followed it with أُخرىanother فَأَضلَلتُthen I buried نَصلَهاits point
فَأَتبَعتُها أُخرى فَأَضلَلتُ نَصلَها
بِحَيثُwhere يَكونُdwells اللُبُّreason وَالرُعبُand terror وَالحِقدُand hatred
بِحَيثُ يَكونُ اللُبُّ وَالرُعبُ وَالحِقدُ
I followed it with another and buried its point
Then I followed with another, misleading the edge of its blade
where reason, terror, and hatred dwell.
To where ruin, terror, and hatred would be
فَخَرَّthen he fell وَقَدand already أَورَدتُهُI brought him to drink مَنهَلَat the watering-place of الرَدىdeath
فَخَرَّ وَقَد أَورَدتُهُ مَنهَلَ الرَدى
عَلىin a state of ظَمَإٍthirst لَوif only أَنَّهُthat it عَذُبَwas sweet الوِردُthe draught
عَلى ظَمَإٍ لَو أَنَّهُ عَذُبَ الوِردُ
Then he fell, and I had brought him to death's watering-place,
It fell as I had made it drink the cup of destruction
still thirsty—if only the draught had been sweet.
Thirsty as if it were sweet wine
وَقُمتُand I rose فَجَمَّعتُthen I gathered الحَصىpebbles وَاِشتَوَيتُهُand I roasted him
وَقُمتُ فَجَمَّعتُ الحَصى وَاِشتَوَيتُهُ
عَلَيهِon it وَلِلرَمضاءِand the hot ground had مِنfrom تَحتِهِbeneath him وَقدُa blaze
عَلَيهِ وَلِلرَمضاءِ مِن تَحتِهِ وَقدُ
I rose, gathered pebbles, and roasted him
I stood and pelted it with pebbles, roasted it
on that gravel, with the hot ground blazing beneath him.
The flames beneath it blazing
وَنِلتُand I obtained خَسيساًa meager portion مِنهُfrom him ثُمَّthen تَرَكتُهُI left him
وَنِلتُ خَسيساً مِنهُ ثُمَّ تَرَكتُهُ
وَأَقلَعتُand I withdrew عَنهُfrom him وَهوَwhile he was مُنعَفِرٌdust-strewn فَردُalone
وَأَقلَعتُ عَنهُ وَهوَ مُنعَفِرٌ فَردُ
And I took a meager portion of him, then left him,
I got a despicable morsel from it then left it
and withdrew from him as he lay dust-strewn and alone.
Turning from it as it growled, rejected
لَقَدindeed حَكَمَتjudged فيناamong us اللَياليthe nights بِجورِهاwith their injustice
لَقَد حَكَمَت فينا اللَيالي بِجورِها
وَحُكمُand the judgment of بَناتِthe daughters of الدَهرِTime لَيسَthere is not لَهُin it قَصدُfairness
وَحُكمُ بَناتِ الدَهرِ لَيسَ لَهُ قَصدُ
The nights have indeed judged us unjustly,
The nights have indeed ruled us unjustly
and the judgment of Time's daughters has no fairness.
The judgments of the daughters of time have no aim
أَفيis it in العَدلِjustice أَنthat يَشقىsuffers الكَريمُthe noble man بِجورِهاfrom their injustice
أَفي العَدلِ أَن يَشقى الكَريمُ بِجورِها
وَيَأخُذَand takes مِنهاfrom them صَفوَهاtheir choicest portion القُعدُدُthe idle stay-at-home الوَغدُthe wretch
وَيَأخُذَ مِنها صَفوَها القُعدُدُ الوَغدُ
Is it justice that the noble man suffer their injustice,
Is it justice that the noble suffers its tyranny?
while the idle wretch takes their choicest share?
And its best is taken by the vulgar, vile weakling?
ذَرينِيَleave me free مِنfrom ضَربِthe casting of القِداحِdivining arrows عَلىconcerning السُرىnight travel
ذَرينِيَ مِن ضَربِ القِداحِ عَلى السُرى
فَعَزمِيَfor my resolve لاnot يَثنيهِturns it aside نَحسٌill fortune وَلاand no سَعدُgood fortune
فَعَزمِيَ لا يَثنيهِ نَحسٌ وَلا سَعدُ
Spare me the casting of divining arrows concerning night travel;
Leave me be about divining the hidden-
my resolve is not turned aside by ill fortune or good.
My resolve cannot be swayed by fortune or fate
سَأَحمِلُI shall compel نَفسيmyself عِندَat كُلِّevery مُلِمَّةٍcalamity
سَأَحمِلُ نَفسي عِندَ كُلِّ مُلِمَّةٍ
عَلىupon مِثلِthe like of حَدِّthe edge of السَيفِa sword أَخلَصَهُrefined it الهِندُIndia
عَلى مِثلِ حَدِّ السَيفِ أَخلَصَهُ الهِندُ
I shall compel myself, at every calamity,
I will carry myself in every calamity
to face the like of a sword's edge, refined by India,
As the quality of a sword polished by India
لِيَعلَمَso that he may know مَنwhoever هابَfeared السُرىnight travel خَشيَةَfor fear of الرَدىdeath
لِيَعلَمَ مَن هابَ السُرى خَشيَةَ الرَدى
بِأَنَّthat قَضاءَthe decree of اللَهِGod لَيسَthere is not لَهُfor it رَدُّa reversal
بِأَنَّ قَضاءَ اللَهِ لَيسَ لَهُ رَدُّ
so that whoever fears night travel for dread of death may know
So those who fear the path out of fear of ruin will know
that God's decree cannot be turned back.
That the decree of God cannot be rejected
فَإِنfor if عِشتَyou live مَحموداًpraised فَمِثليthen one like me بَغىsought الغِنىwealth
فَإِن عِشتَ مَحموداً فَمِثلي بَغى الغِنى
لِيَكسِبَso that he may earn مالاًmoney أَوor يُنَثis spread لَهُfor him حَمدُpraise
لِيَكسِبَ مالاً أَو يُنَث لَهُ حَمدُ
For if you live praised, one like me has sought wealth
If you live praised, the like of me sought money
to earn money or have praise spread for him.
To earn wealth or have praise sung for him
وَإِنand if مِتُّI die لَمnot أَظفَرI attain success فَلَيسَthen there is not عَلىincumbent on اِمرِئٍa man
وَإِن مِتُّ لَم أَظفَر فَلَيسَ عَلى اِمرِئٍ
غَداsets forth طالِباًseeking إِلّاexcept تَقَصّيهِhis thorough pursuit وَالجَهدُand effort
غَدا طالِباً إِلّا تَقَصّيهِ وَالجَهدُ
And if I die without success, no more is required of a man
And if I die without success, no person
who sets forth in quest than thorough pursuit and effort.
Seeking tomorrow is tasked except to strive and endeavor
Sol 6.1