بَعدَafter المَعاطِفِthe supple curves وَالرَوادِفِand the rounded hips لَمdid not تَرُقdelight
بَعدَ المَعاطِفِ وَالرَوادِفِ لَم تَرُق
أَجفانَthe eyelids of عَينيmy eye بانَةٌa ban-tree وَكَثيبُand a sand dune
أَجفانَ عَيني بانَةٌ وَكَثيبُ
After the supple curves and rounded hips, no longer did
After the coats and saddles could not
a ban-tree and a sand dune delight my eyes.
My eyelids seduce the dunes and mound
ماnot كُنتُI was أَدعوهُcalling him وَكانَand he was يُجيبُنيanswering me
ما كُنتُ أَدعوهُ وَكانَ يُجيبُني
وَاليَومَand today أَدعوهُI call him وَلَيسَand he does not يُجيبُanswer
وَاليَومَ أَدعوهُ وَلَيسَ يُجيبُ
I did not call him, yet he would answer me;
I used to call him, and he’d respond
today I call him, and he does not answer.
Today I call him, yet no response is found
أَنتُمyou all نَصيبيmy lot فيin الزَمانِtime وَلَيسand there is no ليfor me
أَنتُم نَصيبي في الزَمانِ وَلَيس لي
مِنكُمof you عَلىover طولِthe length of الزَمانِtime نَصيبُa share
مِنكُم عَلى طولِ الزَمانِ نَصيبُ
You are my lot in time, yet I have
You are my fate in time, I own
no share of you through all the years.
No portion of you, for time is bound
لاdo not تَحسَبواthink دَمعيmy tears تَحَدَّرَhave streamed down إِنَّماit is only
لا تَحسَبوا دَمعي تَحَدَّرَ إِنَّما
نَفسيmy soul عَلَيكَfor you مِنَfrom الجُفونُthe eyelids تَذوبُmelts
نَفسي عَلَيكَ مِنَ الجُفونُ تَذوبُ
Do not think my tears have streamed down; rather,
Think not my tears flowed, but my soul
my soul melts for you from my eyelids.
Upon you from my eyes does melt and drown
وَلَوand if اَنَّthat داراًa house بِالدَموعِwith tears بِناؤُهاits construction
وَلَو اَنَّ داراً بِالدَموعِ بِناؤُها
بُنِيَتwould be built هُنالِكَthere أَدمُعٌtears وَقُلوبُand hearts
بُنِيَت هُنالِكَ أَدمُعٌ وَقُلوبُ
And if a house were built of tears,
If homes by tears were built, their halls
tears and hearts would be built there.
With tears and hearts would abound
لاdo not تَكذِبَنَّever lie فَعَيشُfor the life of كُلِّevery مُفارِقٍone who parts
لا تَكذِبَنَّ فَعَيشُ كُلِّ مُفارِقٍ
حَتفٌdeath وَلاand not بَعدَafter الفِراقِseparation يَطيبُis pleasant
حَتفٌ وَلا بَعدَ الفِراقِ يَطيبُ
Do not lie, for the life of anyone who parts
Believe not that the life of one departed
is death, and after parting it has no sweetness.
Is bliss, for after parting, no bliss is found
ذَنبيmy sin الفِراقُseparation فإِنso if ظَفِرتُI attain بِقُربِكُمcloseness to you
ذَنبي الفِراقُ فإِن ظَفِرتُ بِقُربِكُم
فَعَلىthen at يَدَيهِits two hands مِنَof الفِراقِseparation أَتوبُI repent
فَعَلى يَدَيهِ مِنَ الفِراقِ أَتوبُ
My sin is separation; if I attain closeness to you,
My sin is parting, so if I gain your nearness
then at its hands I shall repent of separation.
I’ll repent from parting, astounded
مِنfrom كُلِّevery مَنone who دينارُهُhis dinar مُستَوطِنٌhas settled
مِن كُلِّ مَن دينارُهُ مُستَوطِنٌ
فيin كَفِّهِhis palm وَالخَيرُand goodness عَنهُfrom him غَريبُa stranger
في كَفِّهِ وَالخَيرُ عَنهُ غَريبُ
From each man whose dinar makes its home
Of all whose dinar resides in his palm
in his palm, while goodness is a stranger to him.
While good from him is strange, astounded
إِنif عَزَّrises high عَزَّbecomes hard to attain مَنالُهُaccess to him وَنَوالُهُand his bounty
إِن عَزَّ عَزَّ مَنالُهُ وَنَوالُهُ
أَوor ذَلَّis brought low ظَلَّremains إِلَيكَtoward you وَهوَand he قَريبُis near
أَو ذَلَّ ظَلَّ إِلَيكَ وَهوَ قَريبُ
If he rises high, he and his bounty become hard to reach;
Whether he rose or fell, his reach and gain
or, if brought low, he remains close to you.
Is to you, while he stays near, astounded
كَالبَدرِlike the full moon فيin لَيلِthe night of التَمامِfullness نُجومُهُits stars
كَالبَدرِ في لَيلِ التَمامِ نُجومُهُ
تَبدوappear وَفيand in لَيلِthe night of المِحاقِthe moon's dark phase يَغيبُit vanishes
تَبدو وَفي لَيلِ المِحاقِ يَغيبُ
Like the full moon: on the night of fullness, its stars
Like the full moon in the night of completeness, its stars
appear, and on the moonless night it vanishes.
Appear, but in the night of loss, confounded
كُلٌّall عَنِaway from النَهجِthe path القَويمِupright خَوارِجٌKharijites; rebels
كُلٌّ عَنِ النَهجِ القَويمِ خَوارِجٌ
فَلِمَso why الأَزارِقِthe Azariqa خَصَّهاsingled them out التَغْلِيبُnaming by predominance
فَلِمَ الأَزارِقِ خَصَّها التَغْلِيبُ
All are Kharijites, straying from the upright path;
All from the straight path dissidents
why, then, has prevailing usage singled out the Azariqa?
Why then are the blues given renown?
لَكَfor you مِنهُمُamong them فيin بِدعَةٍheresy لاnot فَتكَةٍa deadly assault
لَكَ مِنهُمُ في بِدعَةٍ لا فَتكَةٍ
قَطَرِيُّQatari قَومٍa people قائِمٌstanding forth وَشَبيبُand Shabib
قَطَرِيُّ قَومٍ قائِمٌ وَشَبيبُ
Among them you have, in heresy—not in deadly assault—
You have of them in heresy, no carnage
a people's Qatari standing forth, and a Shabib.
A trickle of folk erect and young abound
ياO مَنyou who يُهيِّجُstirs لَوعَتيmy anguish بِكِتابِهِwith his letter
يا مَن يُهيِّجُ لَوعَتي بِكِتابِهِ
فَيَطيبُso becomes sweet ليto me مِنfrom عَذبِهِits sweetness التَعذيبُthe torment
فَيَطيبُ لي مِن عَذبِهِ التَعذيبُ
O you whose letter stirs my anguish,
O you who stir my fervor with your writ
so that its sweetness makes torment sweet to me.
Whereby your gentle torment gives me joy profound
وَكَأَنَّهاand as though it مِنfrom شَوقِهِits longing وَنَسيمِهِand its breeze
وَكَأَنَّها مِن شَوقِهِ وَنَسيمِهِ
مِثلُlike المَجامِرِthe censers فاحَwafted مِنهاfrom them الطيبُthe perfume
مِثلُ المَجامِرِ فاحَ مِنها الطيبُ
And, from its longing and its breeze, it seems
As if from ardor and breeze, like incense
like censers from which perfume has wafted.
A scent from you spreads, perfumed compound
يَظماthirsts وَيُروىand is quenched مَنwhoever يَرومُseeks مَرامَهاattaining it
يَظما وَيُروى مَن يَرومُ مَرامَها
فَكَأَنَّماso, as though شُؤبوبُهاits downpour مَشبوبُablaze
فَكَأَنَّما شُؤبوبُها مَشبوبُ
Whoever seeks to attain it thirsts and is quenched,
It quenches and contents whom its purpose seeks
as though its downpour were ablaze.
As if its draft were brewed and wound
شَرِبَتit drank عُقولَthe minds of السامِعينَthe listeners بِشُربِهاthrough drinking it
شَرِبَت عُقولَ السامِعينَ بِشُربِها
فَأَتاكَso came to you مِنهاfrom it الشارِبُthe drinker المَشروبُthe one drunk up
فَأَتاكَ مِنها الشارِبُ المَشروبُ
It drank the listeners' minds as they drank it;
It imbibed the intellects of listeners in its draft
so from it the drinker came to you, himself drunk up.
So the drinker and the drunk to you were bound
تَتَناهَبُplunders الأَلبابَthe minds إِذwhen نُهِبَتit was plundered وَماand no
تَتَناهَبُ الأَلبابَ إِذ نُهِبَت وَما
شَيءٌthing سِواهاother than it ناهِبٌa plunderer مَنهوبُplundered
شَيءٌ سِواها ناهِبٌ مَنهوبُ
It plunders minds when itself plundered, and no
They vie for minds when plundered, and naught
other thing is both plunderer and plundered.
Else is plunderer or plundered, confounded
حَشَدَتit mustered لَناfor us جَيشَthe army of البَلاغَةِeloquence سائِراًmarching
حَشَدَت لَنا جَيشَ البَلاغَةِ سائِراً
وَمِنَand from السُطورِthe lines لِواؤُهُits banner مَنصوبُraised
وَمِنَ السُطورِ لِواؤُهُ مَنصوبُ
It mustered for us eloquence's marching army,
It marshaled for us the army of eloquence progressing
and from the lines its banner is raised.
And from the lines its banners were unfurled
فَأَعجَبso marvel لِجَيشٍat an army ظافِرٍvictorious ماnot بَينَهُbetween it
فَأَعجَب لِجَيشٍ ظافِرٍ ما بَينَهُ
أَبَداًever وَبَينَand between السامِعينَthe listeners حُروبُwars
أَبَداً وَبَينَ السامِعينَ حُروبُ
Marvel, then, at a victorious army: between it
So astounding an army victorious, naught between it
and the listeners there are never any wars.
And listeners, evermore, of battle held compound
وَذُنوبُand the sins of دَهريmy time فيin فِراقِكَseparation from you جَمَّةٌmany
وَذُنوبُ دَهري في فِراقِكَ جَمَّةٌ
فَإِذاso if بَقِيتyou remain بِهِin it فَلاthen no تَثريبُreproach
فَإِذا بَقِيت بِهِ فَلا تَثريبُ
And the sins of my time in parting me from you are many;
And the sins of my life in your separation abundant
yet if you remain in it, there is no reproach.
So if I remain with them, then no reproof resound
فَاِسلَمso remain safe يَحوزُwins ثَناءَكَpraise of you المَكسوبَearned مِنfrom
فَاِسلَم يَحوزُ ثَناءَكَ المَكسوبَ مِن
أَيديthe hands of العقولِminds نَوالُكَyour bounty المَسكوبُpoured out
أَيدي العقولِ نَوالُكَ المَسكوبُ
So remain safe; praise of you, earned from
Submit! And gain the praise you’ve earned
the hands of minds, is won by your poured-out bounty.
From intellects’ hands your poured gift astound
إِنif هَوَّنَbelittles المِقدارُfate مِقدارَthe worth of اِمرِئٍa man
إِن هَوَّنَ المِقدارُ مِقدارَ اِمرِئٍ
فَلِقَدرِكَthen for your worth التَرحيبُwelcome وَالتَرغيبُand encouragement
فَلِقَدرِكَ التَرحيبُ وَالتَرغيبُ
If fate belittles a man's worth,
If the value lessened one’s value, man
then your worth merits welcome and encouragement.
For your worth the welcome and temptation abound!
Sol 6.1