وَهَبand suppose أَنَّthat هَذاthis البابَthe door لِلرِزقِfor livelihood قِبلَةٌa direction of prayer
وَهَب أَنَّ هَذا البابَ لِلرِزقِ قِبلَةٌ
فَهاso here أَناI قَدalready وَلَّيتُهُI turned toward it دونَكُمapart from you ظَهريmy back
فَها أَنا قَد وَلَّيتُهُ دونَكُم ظَهري
And suppose this door is a qibla for livelihood,
so here I am: unlike you, I have turned my back on it.
وَهَبand suppose أَنَّهُthat it is البَحرُthe sea الَّذيwhich يُخرِجُbrings forth الغِنىwealth
وَهَب أَنَّهُ البَحرُ الَّذي يُخرِجُ الغِنى
فَكُلُّthen all خَراshit فيon الشَطِّthe shore فيin لَحيَةِthe beard of البَحريthe sailor
فَكُلُّ خَرا في الشَطِّ في لَحيَةِ البَحري
And suppose it is the sea that brings forth wealth,
then may all the shit on the shore be in the sailor's beard.
وَدونَكَand here, take for yourself مِنfrom هَذيthese الفَرائِدِrare pearls ماwhat جَرىflowed
وَدونَكَ مِن هَذي الفَرائِدِ ما جَرى
عَلىin الصَحوِsobriety مِنّيfrom me وَهوَand it يَجريflows عَلىin الشُكرِgratitude
عَلى الصَحوِ مِنّي وَهوَ يَجري عَلى الشُكرِ
And take from these rare pearls what flowed
from me in sobriety, while it flows in gratitude.
وَوَاللَهِand by God ماnot وُفِّقتَyou were granted success فيwith السِترِthe curtain مُسبَلاًdrawn down
وَوَاللَهِ ما وُفِّقتَ في السِترِ مُسبَلاً
إِذاif كانَit was لَمnot يُسبَلdrawn down عَلىover مَنwhoever وَراbehind السِترِthe curtain
إِذا كانَ لَم يُسبَل عَلى مَن وَرا السِترِ
And by God, you had no success with the curtain drawn,
if it was not drawn over those behind the curtain.
إِلَيكَaway with you فَإِنّيfor indeed I قَدalready غَنَيتُI have become independent عَنِof الغِنىwealth
إِلَيكَ فَإِنّي قَد غَنَيتُ عَنِ الغِنى
إِباءًout of pride وَإِنّيand indeed I قَدalready تَغانَيتُI have counted myself rich بِالفَقرِthrough poverty
إِباءً وَإِنّي قَد تَغانَيتُ بِالفَقرِ
Away with you, for I have no need of wealth,
out of pride; and I have counted myself rich through poverty.
وَقَضَّيتُand I spent أَوقاتيmy days عَلىin accordance with ماwhat اِنقَضَتthey passed بِهِwith it
وَقَضَّيتُ أَوقاتي عَلى ما اِنقَضَت بِهِ
وَصارَتand they became وَرائيbehind me وَالسَلامُand farewell عَلىto الدَهرِTime
وَصارَت وَرائي وَالسَلامُ عَلى الدَهرِ
And I spent my days as they ran their course,
and they have fallen behind me—farewell to Time.
وَقُلناand we said الأَمانيthe hopes البيضُwhite يُدرِكُattains بَعضُهاsome of them
وَقُلنا الأَماني البيضُ يُدرِكُ بَعضُها
أَلَيسَare not المَناياdeaths السودُblack خاتِمَةَthe close of العَمرِlife
أَلَيسَ المَنايا السودُ خاتِمَةَ العَمرِ
And we said, 'Some white hopes come true';
are not black deaths the close of life?
Sol 6.1