أَنسِلbeget children أَوِor اِعقُمremain barren فَالتَوَحُّدُfor solitude راحَةٌrest
أَنسِل أَوِ اِعقُم فَالتَوَحُّدُ راحَةٌ
سَيّانَalike نَجلُكَyour son وَالخَبيثُand the vile الناسِلُthe loping wolf
سَيّانَ نَجلُكَ وَالخَبيثُ الناسِلُ
Beget children or remain barren, for solitude is rest.
Be gentle or be still, for solitude is rest;
Your son and the vile, loping wolf are alike.
Both the wicked and the pure are equal in the end.
وَالشَرُّand evil أَغلَبُmore prevalent عُصبَةٌa band جَمَعَتgathered لَناfor us
وَالشَرُّ أَغلَبُ عُصبَةٌ جَمَعَت لَنا
أَقذاءَspecks of filth دُنياناour world وَفَذٌّand a lone one غاسِلُa cleanser
أَقذاءَ دُنيانا وَفَذٌّ غاسِلُ
And evil prevails: a band has gathered for us
Evil oft conquers through banding together
our world's filth, while a lone one washes it away.
Meager worldly goods and one who washes them away.
عَسَلَتquivered قَناًspears وَخَوامِعٌand hyenas وَثَعالِبٌand foxes
عَسَلَت قَناً وَخَوامِعٌ وَثَعالِبٌ
أَعقَتmade bitter هَناًsomething وَأَطابَand made sweet نَحلٌbees عاسِلُhoney-making
أَعقَت هَناً وَأَطابَ نَحلٌ عاسِلُ
Spears quivered, and hyenas and foxes
Honeybees have built hives and humble abodes,
made something bitter, while honey-making bees made it sweet.
While hornets here contrived and industrious bees toiled.
وَالنَفعُand benefit لَمnot يَكمُلbecome complete بِهِin it لَكِنbut لَهُit has
وَالنَفعُ لَم يَكمُل بِهِ لَكِن لَهُ
ضَيرٌharm وَكَمand how often أَردىkilled الغَريقَthe drowning man سُلاسِلُsweet-flowing water
ضَيرٌ وَكَم أَردى الغَريقَ سُلاسِلُ
And its benefit is not complete; it also brings
Good is not perfected in one, yet causes him grief -
harm—and how often sweet-flowing water has killed a drowning man!
How many has its fetter drowned and its chain submerged?
أَنتَyou الجَبانُthe coward إِذاwhen المَنِيَّةُdeath أَعرَضَتappeared
أَنتَ الجَبانُ إِذا المَنِيَّةُ أَعرَضَت
وَعَلىand on ثَنِيَّتِكَyour mountain pass الشُجاعُthe serpent الباسِلُdeadly
وَعَلى ثَنِيَّتِكَ الشُجاعُ الباسِلُ
You are the coward when death comes into view,
You are a coward if death turns its back to you,
and on your mountain pass is the deadly serpent.
While the valiant man charges on his swift steed.
نَهجُthe path العُلاeminence يُنضيwears out الرِكابَthe riding camels وَكُلُّناand all of us
نَهجُ العُلا يُنضي الرِكابَ وَكُلُّنا
كَسلانُlazy دونَshort of المَجدِglory أَوor مُتَكاسِلُfeigning laziness
كَسلانُ دونَ المَجدِ أَو مُتَكاسِلُ
The path to eminence wears out the riding camels, and all of us
The path of glory spurs on the rider, though we are all
are lazy before reaching glory, or feign laziness.
Either lagging from glory or growing lackadaisical.
وَالنَفسُand the soul فيin جِسمٍa body تَعَلَّلُconsoles itself بِالمُنىwith hopes
وَالنَفسُ في جِسمٍ تَعَلَّلُ بِالمُنى
وَمُنىًand hopes يُلاحِظُhe watches يَومَهاtheir day وَيُراسِلُand sends messages
وَمُنىً يُلاحِظُ يَومَها وَيُراسِلُ
And the soul within a body consoles itself with hopes,
The soul in a body is tempted by wishes,
and hopes—one watches for their day and sends them messages.
And a wisher watches o’er its days and corresponds.
لَمdid not يَمنَعِprotect اِبنَthe son المَلكِof the king مِنfrom آفاتِهِhis afflictions
لَم يَمنَعِ اِبنَ المَلكِ مِن آفاتِهِ
عُوَذٌamulets تُناطُare hung بِكَشحِهِat his flank وَمَراسِلُand necklaces
عُوَذٌ تُناطُ بِكَشحِهِ وَمَراسِلُ
The king's son was not protected from his afflictions
No talisman tied on the arm of a prince
by amulets hung at his flank, nor by necklaces.
Wards off harms that beset him or his retinue.
سَقياًmay it be watered لِطيبِupon the sweetness العَصرِof the age لَوif only أَنَّthat الفَتىthe young man
سَقياً لِطيبِ العَصرِ لَو أَنَّ الفَتى
بِالمُرغِباتِthrough the allurements إِلىtoward بَقاءٍlasting life واسِلُseeking a way
بِالمُرغِباتِ إِلى بَقاءٍ واسِلُ
May rain bless the sweetness of the age—if only a young man
It would have sustained the flower of the age if only
could, through its delights, find a way to lasting life.
The youth had clung through enticements to lasting existence.
فَالرَوضُfor the meadow مَجنونٌmad with growth وَماand not حَمَلَbore الثَرىthe earth
فَالرَوضُ مَجنونٌ وَما حَمَلَ الثَرى
غِلّاًrancor وَلَكِنand yet لِلوَميضِfor the lightning سَلاسِلُchains
غِلّاً وَلَكِن لِلوَميضِ سَلاسِلُ
For the meadow is mad with growth, and the earth does not bear
The meadow has gone mad, and earth bore no malice,
rancor; yet lightning has chains.
But rather had fetters to restrain its flashing light.
أَجَأٌAja أُجيءَwere driven إِلىto الحُتوفِdeaths قَطينُهُits inhabitants
أَجَأٌ أُجيءَ إِلى الحُتوفِ قَطينُهُ
فَمَضىso they passed away وَواسَلَand joined بِالمَنونِin death مَواسِلُMawasil
فَمَضى وَواسَلَ بِالمَنونِ مَواسِلُ
Aja—its inhabitants were driven to their deaths;
A heavy rain comes flooding the furrows -
so they passed away, and Mawasil joined them in death.
It passes, and a stream mingles with the fleeting stream.
Sol 6.1