يَعِزُّis grievous عَلىto مَحليmy station مُفارَقَةُleaving القَطرِthe land
يَعِزُّ عَلى مَحلي مُفارَقَةُ القَطرِ
فَماso what حيلَتيmy recourse مِنfrom بَعدِafter يَأسيmy despair مِنَof الفَجرِdawn
فَما حيلَتي مِن بَعدِ يَأسي مِنَ الفَجرِ
For one of my station, leaving the land is hard.
It grieves me to part from the rain's land
What recourse have I, now that I despair of dawn?
Yet what can I do after losing all hope of dawn
فَإِنso if يَكُنِis التَوديعُfarewell فيin زَعمِthe estimation of ناظِريmy observer
فَإِن يَكُنِ التَوديعُ في زَعمِ ناظِري
فَعَنthen at أَمرِكَyour command التَوديعُfarewell يوغِرُstirs bitterness فيin أَمريmy plight
فَعَن أَمرِكَ التَوديعُ يوغِرُ في أَمري
If this is farewell, as my observer supposes,
If bidding farewell is, according to my onlookers
then, at your command, farewell stirs bitterness in my plight.
Then your command to bid adieu stirs greater turmoil within me
وَماand not بِاخِتِياريby my choice أَنthat رَحَلتُI departed مَعَwith الغِنىwealth
وَما بِاخِتِياري أَن رَحَلتُ مَعَ الغِنى
وَإِنَّand indeed اِختِياريmy choice أَنthat أُقيمَI remain عَلىin الفَقرِpoverty
وَإِنَّ اِختِياري أَن أُقيمَ عَلى الفَقرِ
It was not my choice to depart with wealth;
It was not by my choice that I left with bounty
my choice is rather to remain in poverty.
For my choice is to stay in poverty
فَكَيفَso how وَقَدwhen already أَودَعتُI entrusted سِرّيmy secret تَجَمُّليmy outward composure
فَكَيفَ وَقَد أَودَعتُ سِرّي تَجَمُّلي
فَلَمso not أَرَI found خِلّاًa friend مِنهُthan it أَكتَمَmore discreet لِلسِرِّwith a secret
فَلَم أَرَ خِلّاً مِنهُ أَكتَمَ لِلسِرِّ
How could it be, when I have entrusted my secret to my composure,
So how could it be when I've bid adieu to my secret pride
and found no friend more discreet with a secret than it?
That I find no replacement to guard my secret as well
مَسيرُa journey بِلاwithout نُجحٍsuccess وَلاand no أَمَلٍhope لَهُfor it
مَسيرُ بِلا نُجحٍ وَلا أَمَلٍ لَهُ
وَلاand no نِيَّةٍintention فيof العَودِreturning ثَمَّthere وَلاnor الصَبرِpatience
وَلا نِيَّةٍ في العَودِ ثَمَّ وَلا الصَبرِ
A journey without success, with no hope attending it,
A journey with no gains or hopes
no thought of returning there, and no patience.
No intention to return, no patience either
وَمِنand from بَعدِafter هَذاthis وَهوَand it is ماthat which لَيسَis not بَعدَهُbeyond it
وَمِن بَعدِ هَذا وَهوَ ما لَيسَ بَعدَهُ
فَمِنso from يَومِthe day of سَيريmy departure ماnot أُسِرُّI conceal سِوىexcept شُكريmy gratitude
فَمِن يَومِ سَيري ما أُسِرُّ سِوى شُكري
And after this—which leaves nothing beyond it—
And after this, nothing follows
from the day I set out, I hide nothing but my gratitude.
So from the day I traveled, I profess nothing but gratitude
أَأَشمِتُshall I make gloat أَعدائيmy enemies وَأَعداءَand the enemies of مَجدِكُمyour glory
أَأَشمِتُ أَعدائي وَأَعداءَ مَجدِكُم
بِأَبيover my father وَإِيّاكُمand you شَريكانِtwo partners فيin الخُسرِloss
بِأَبي وَإِيّاكُم شَريكانِ في الخُسرِ
Shall I give my enemies, and the enemies of your glory, cause to gloat
Shall I gloat before my enemies, the foes of your glory too
over my father and you, partners in loss?
That my father and I both share in loss?
فَأَلزَمُso I keep to حَيّاًalive كِسرَthe corner of دارٍa house تَضيقُgrows narrow بيfor me
فَأَلزَمُ حَيّاً كِسرَ دارٍ تَضيقُ بي
كَماas يَلزَمُkeep to المَوتىthe dead المَلاحِدَburial niches فيin القَبرِthe grave
كَما يَلزَمُ المَوتى المَلاحِدَ في القَبرِ
So, still alive, I keep to a corner of a house that hems me in,
So I remain, confined in a house too narrow for me
as the dead keep to their burial niches in the grave.
As the dead remain confined inside their graves
نَعَمyes ثُمَّthen لاnot أُقذيI irritate بِكُتبيwith my letters عُيونَكُمyour eyes
نَعَم ثُمَّ لا أُقذي بِكُتبي عُيونَكُم
فَماfor not الحَقُّthe right course إِلّاexcept أَنthat أَقولَI say لَهاto them قَرّيstay still
فَما الحَقُّ إِلّا أَن أَقولَ لَها قَرّي
Yes; then I shall not sting your eyes with my letters;
No! I shall not pain your eyes with my letters
for the only right course is to tell them, 'Stay still,'
For it is only right that I say to them, "Be still!"
لِئَلّاlest تَرىthey see سُحبَclouds of الغُضونِwrinkles فَرُبَّماfor sometimes
لِئَلّا تَرى سُحبَ الغُضونِ فَرُبَّما
تَكَدَّرَbecomes clouded ضاحيthe clear expanse of الأُفقِthe horizon مِنfrom مَطلَعِthe rising-place of البِشرِgladness
تَكَدَّرَ ضاحي الأُفقِ مِن مَطلَعِ البِشرِ
lest they see the clouds of wrinkles; for sometimes
Lest you see the clouds' veil and thus
the clear horizon clouds over where gladness rises.
The bright horizon be clouded ere the good news
وَلاnor الحَقُّthe right course إِلّاexcept صَونُprotecting كُتبيmy letters فإِنَّهاfor they
وَلا الحَقُّ إِلّا صَونُ كُتبي فإِنَّها
كَوَجهِيَlike my face فيin إيثارِهِits preference for أَثَرَthe mark of البِرِّkindness
كَوَجهِيَ في إيثارِهِ أَثَرَ البِرِّ
Nor is there any right course but to protect my letters, for they
It is only right to protect my letters, for
are like my face in preferring the mark of kindness.
Like my face, they bear the traces of righteousness
وَأَنتَظِرُand I await العُتبىredress مِنَfrom الدَهرِfate مِنكُمُfrom you
وَأَنتَظِرُ العُتبى مِنَ الدَهرِ مِنكُمُ
فَلاfor not يَلقَهاhe finds it مِنfrom غَيرِكُمanyone but you عُمرَthe lifetime of الدَهرِtime
فَلا يَلقَها مِن غَيرِكُم عُمرَ الدَهرِ
I await, through you, redress from fate;
And I await your gentle reproach
for none will find it from anyone but you, for all time.
That time itself fails to attain in its lifelong course
وَطالَand may it be long بِكُمwith you عُمرُthe span of السَعادَةِhappiness ثُمَّthen إِنif
وَطالَ بِكُم عُمرُ السَعادَةِ ثُمَّ إِن
تَناهىit ends فَزِدهُthen extend it ياO إِلَهِيَmy God مِنfrom عُمريmy lifespan
تَناهى فَزِدهُ يا إِلَهِيَ مِن عُمري
May happiness live long with you; and if
May your happy days live long, and then, my God
its life should end, my God, extend it with my own.
If they end, add to them from my life
وَأَمهَلَهُمand grant them respite بَعديafter me إِلىuntil أَنthat يُجيزَهُمhe leads them past
وَأَمهَلَهُم بَعدي إِلى أَن يُجيزَهُم
بِقَبريby my grave فَيَجريand flows مِنof حَديثِيَtalk of me ماwhatever يَجريflows
بِقَبري فَيَجري مِن حَديثِيَ ما يَجري
And grant them respite after me, until they are led
And grant them, after me, enough time
past my grave, and talk of me flows as it will.
To fulfil their deeds at my grave, where my legend shall endure
وَإِنand if سَمَحوthey graciously offer فيin ذِكرِهِمtheir remembrance ليof me بِدَعوَةٍwith a prayer
وَإِن سَمَحو في ذِكرِهِم لي بِدَعوَةٍ
فَمَرفوعُهاthen it, raised up أَجدىmore beneficial عَلَيَّto me مِنَthan القَطرِrain
فَمَرفوعُها أَجدى عَلَيَّ مِنَ القَطرِ
And if, when remembering me, they graciously offer a prayer,
And if they mention me kindly in prayer
then that prayer, raised aloft, benefits me more than rain.
Its lift is more useful to me than rain itself
وَلَوand if مَدَحوthey praised أَيّامَthe days of أُنسيmy companionship بِلَفظَةٍwith one word
وَلَو مَدَحو أَيّامَ أُنسي بِلَفظَةٍ
فَماthen not ذاكَthat إِلّاbut أَلفُa thousand بِرٍّacts of kindness مِنَfrom الدَهرِtime
فَما ذاكَ إِلّا أَلفُ بِرٍّ مِنَ الدَهرِ
And if they praise my days of companionship with a single word,
And if they praise the days of my company in a word
that is a thousand kindnesses from time.
That is nothing but a kind word from fate
وَلاnor قُلتُI said لِلأَعداءِto the enemies إِنّيthat I سَحَرتُهُمI bewitched them
وَلا قُلتُ لِلأَعداءِ إِنّي سَحَرتُهُم
وَهَذاand this ثَنئيmy praise ثُمَّthen ماnot هاجَهُمstirred them سِحريmy magic
وَهَذا ثَنئي ثُمَّ ما هاجَهُم سِحري
Nor did I tell my enemies that I had bewitched them;
Nor have I told the enemies that I have enchanted them
here is my praise, yet my magic did not stir them.
And this is my claim, and still, my spell does not provoke them
وَلاnor أَنَّنيthat I يَمَّمتُI headed toward بَحراًa sea بِمَدحِهِwith praise of it
وَلا أَنَّني يَمَّمتُ بَحراً بِمَدحِهِ
فَقالَand it said هَفاerred مِنwhoever يَمَّمَheaded toward البَحرَthe sea بِالدُرِّwith pearls
فَقالَ هَفا مِن يَمَّمَ البَحرَ بِالدُرِّ
Nor that I sought a sea with praise of it,
Nor that I dared to praise a sea with its poetry
and it said, 'Whoever brings pearls to the sea has erred.'
And it roared, "Astounding! One who dared praise the sea with pearls!"
مُحِبٌّa lover رَمىstruck at الأَعداءَthe enemies فيهِمfor their sake فَساءَهُمso distressed them
مُحِبٌّ رَمى الأَعداءَ فيهِم فَساءَهُم
فَياthen O وَيحَهُمalas for them هَلis مُقتَضيwhat is demanded by يُسرِهِمtheir ease عُسريmy hardship
فَيا وَيحَهُم هَل مُقتَضي يُسرِهِم عُسري
A lover, I struck at the enemies for their sake, and so distressed them.
A lover who inflicted the enemies with themselves
Alas for them! Does their ease demand my hardship?
So woe to them! Can my misery fulfill their ease?
وَلَمand not يَخفَwas hidden عَنهُمfrom them أَنَّthat مِصرَEgypt وَمُلكَهاand its kingdom
وَلَم يَخفَ عَنهُم أَنَّ مِصرَ وَمُلكَها
وَسيعانِboth vast ضاقاboth grew narrow عَنهُfor him دونَunlike بَنيthe sons of مِصرِEgypt
وَسيعانِ ضاقا عَنهُ دونَ بَني مِصرِ
It was not hidden from them that Egypt and its kingdom,
And it was no secret to them that Egypt and its kingdom
vast as both are, grew too narrow for him, though not for Egypt's sons.
Were too narrow for anyone but Egyptians
كَساديmy unmarketability عَلَيكُمwith you يَقتَضيentails مِنfrom سِواكُمothers than you
كَسادي عَلَيكُم يَقتَضي مِن سِواكُم
كَساديmy unmarketability فَلاso let not يَرخُصbecome cheap بِتَقويمِكُمthrough your appraisal سِعريmy price
كَسادي فَلا يَرخُص بِتَقويمِكُم سِعري
My finding no market with you entails, with others,
My misery with you necessitates the same from them
my finding no market; let not your appraisal lower my price.
My misery cannot approve of their inflated prices
فَلاso do not تَجمَعواcombine الحِرمانَdeprivation مِنكُمfrom you وَمِنهُمand from them
فَلا تَجمَعوا الحِرمانَ مِنكُم وَمِنهُم
فإِنَّfor indeed ذَويthose possessing الأَمرِauthority القَدىthe exemplars لِذَويfor those possessing الأَمرِauthority
فإِنَّ ذَوي الأَمرِ القَدى لِذَوي الأَمرِ
Do not join deprivation from you to deprivation from them,
So do not combine deprivation from you and them
for those in authority are models for those in authority.
For the bestowed favor the old over the newly bestowed
أَقولُI say تَفَرَّقناwe parted وَأَعضايَwhile my limbs كُلُّهاall of them
أَقولُ تَفَرَّقنا وَأَعضايَ كُلُّها
ضُيوفٌguests وَماand not فيهِمamong them وَلاnot even واحِدٌone يَقريoffers hospitality
ضُيوفٌ وَما فيهِم وَلا واحِدٌ يَقري
I say, 'We have parted,' while all my limbs
I say we have parted and all my limbs
are guests, with not a single host among them.
Are guests with no one, not one to settle
فَلاso none رائِعٌdazzling طَرفيmy gaze وَلاnor مالِئٌfilling يَديmy hand
فَلا رائِعٌ طَرفي وَلا مالِئٌ يَدي
وَلاnor شارِحٌeasing صَدريmy breast وَلاnor مُسنِدٌsupporting ظَهريmy back
وَلا شارِحٌ صَدري وَلا مُسنِدٌ ظَهري
None dazzles my gaze, none fills my hand;
No sights delight my eyes or fill my hands
none eases my breast, none supports my back;
No bosom to unburden or back to rest upon
وَلاnor مُتَّقٍavoiding عَتبيmy reproach وَلاnor مُشتَرٍbuying شُكريmy gratitude
وَلا مُتَّقٍ عَتبي وَلا مُشتَرٍ شُكري
وَلاnor حامِلٌbearing هَمّيmy cares وَلاnor سامِعٌhearing عُذريmy excuse
وَلا حامِلٌ هَمّي وَلا سامِعٌ عُذري
none avoids my reproach, none purchases my thanks;
None to reproach my blame or share in my thanks
none bears my cares, none hears my excuse;
None to carry my worries or hear my excuse
وَلاnor واعِدٌpromising يَوميmy today وَلاnor مُنجِزٌfulfilling promises غَدىmy tomorrow
وَلا واعِدٌ يَومي وَلا مُنجِزٌ غَدى
وَلاnor مُنجِحٌmaking fruitful أَمسيmy yesterday وَلاnor راحِمٌpitying صَبريmy patience
وَلا مُنجِحٌ أَمسي وَلا راحِمٌ صَبري
none makes promises for my today, none fulfills them for my tomorrow;
None to promise me a day or fulfil a tomorrow
none makes my yesterday fruitful, none pities my patience.
None to accomplish my yesterday or pity my patience
يَرِقُّis tender الَّذيthat which أَورَدتُهُI brought it forth رِقَّةَthe tenderness of الصِباyouth
يَرِقُّ الَّذي أَورَدتُهُ رِقَّةَ الصِبا
وَيُنشِئُand produces ماthat which أُنسيmy solace بِهِin it نَشوَةَthe rapture of الخَمرِwine
وَيُنشِئُ ما أُنسي بِهِ نَشوَةَ الخَمرِ
What I have offered is tender as youth,
Delighted by the one I introduced with the delight of youth
and what gives me solace brings forth the rapture of wine.
And elated by the one I befriended with the elation of wine
بَقيتُمmay you endure بَقاءَthe endurance of القَولِthe verse مِنّيfrom me فَإِنَّهُfor it
بَقيتُم بَقاءَ القَولِ مِنّي فَإِنَّهُ
عَلىin رَغمِspite of أَنفِthe nose of الدَهرِtime يَبقىit endures عَلىthrough الدَهرِtime
عَلى رَغمِ أَنفِ الدَهرِ يَبقى عَلى الدَهرِ
May you endure as long as my verse endures, for it
You have remained through my words that will
endures through time, in defiance of time itself.
Despite time's spite, remain through time
وَدونَكُمُand take for yourselves مِنهُfrom it سِلاحاًa weapon فَإِنَّهُfor it
وَدونَكُمُ مِنهُ سِلاحاً فَإِنَّهُ
بِمُعتَرِكِin the battlefield of الأَعراضِhonor مُستَنزِلُcalling down النَصرِvictory
بِمُعتَرِكِ الأَعراضِ مُستَنزِلُ النَصرِ
Take from it a weapon, for it
And through you I have armed myself against it
calls down victory on the battlefield of honor.
For in the battlegrounds of honor lies victory
كَواكِبُstars فيin الدُنياthe world تَدِبُّcreep وَتَعتَليand rise aloft
كَواكِبُ في الدُنيا تَدِبُّ وَتَعتَلي
وَتَسريand travel by night وَتَهديand guide وَالكَواكِبُwhile the stars لاnot تَسريtravel by night
وَتَسري وَتَهدي وَالكَواكِبُ لا تَسري
Stars that creep through the world and rise aloft,
Planets in this world lurk, ride high
and journey by night and guide, while the stars do not journey.
Race, guide, while planets cannot race
وَماand not زالَhas ceased شِعريmy verse فيthrough عُلاكُمyour heights مُسافِراًtraveling
وَما زالَ شِعري في عُلاكُم مُسافِراً
يُصَلّيit prays بِذِكراكُمin remembrance of you صَلاةًa prayer بِلاwithout قَصرِshortening
يُصَلّي بِذِكراكُم صَلاةً بِلا قَصرِ
My verse still travels through your heights,
My poetry has continued to travel
offering, in remembrance of you, a prayer without shortening.
Praying your remembrance without shortening prayer
وَيَعلَمُand it knows أَنَّthat الجودَgenerosity يَستاقُdraws forth شُكرَهُits gratitude
وَيَعلَمُ أَنَّ الجودَ يَستاقُ شُكرَهُ
فَيُعلىso it is raised لَهُfor it فيin رِقَّةِthe delicacy of النَظمِverse وَالنَثرِand prose
فَيُعلى لَهُ في رِقَّةِ النَظمِ وَالنَثرِ
It knows that generosity draws forth its gratitude,
And it knows well that generosity invites gratitude
so thanks are raised in its honor in delicate verse and prose.
So it is exalted in subtle verse and prose
وَمِنand among مِنَنيmy favors تَعويدُهُaccustoming it بَلrather وَجَدتُهُI found it
وَمِن مِنَني تَعويدُهُ بَل وَجَدتُهُ
كَذَلِكَthus يَهوىit loves الشُكرَgratitude وَالصِدقَand sincerity فيin الشُكرِgratitude
كَذَلِكَ يَهوى الشُكرَ وَالصِدقَ في الشُكرِ
Among my favors is accustoming it to this—rather, I found it
And of my debts, I have accustomed it, nay I found it
already so: loving gratitude, and sincerity in gratitude.
Naturally inclined to gratitude and honesty in gratitude
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