سَمِّcall الهِلالَthe crescent إِذاwhen عايَنتَهُyou see it قَمَراًa moon
سَمِّ الهِلالَ إِذا عايَنتَهُ قَمَراً
إِنَّindeed الأَهِلَّةَthe crescents عَنafter وَشكٍa short while لَأَقمارُsurely moons
إِنَّ الأَهِلَّةَ عَن وَشكٍ لَأَقمارُ
Call the crescent a moon when you see it;
for crescents will soon indeed be moons.
وَلاand do not تَقولَنever say حُجَينٌHujayn إِنَّهُindeed it is لَقَبٌa nickname
وَلا تَقولَن حُجَينٌ إِنَّهُ لَقَبٌ
وَإِنَّماand only يَلفِظُutter التَلقيبَnicknaming أَغمارُsimpletons
وَإِنَّما يَلفِظُ التَلقيبَ أَغمارُ
And never call it 'Hujayn'; that is a nickname,
and only simpletons utter nicknames.
هَلhas ...? صَحَّproved true قَولٌan account مِنَfrom الحاكيthe storyteller فَنَقبَلَهُso we may accept it
هَل صَحَّ قَولٌ مِنَ الحاكي فَنَقبَلَهُ
أَمor كُلُّall ذاكَthat أَباطيلٌfalsehoods وَأَسمارُand nighttime tales
أَم كُلُّ ذاكَ أَباطيلٌ وَأَسمارُ
Has any account from the storyteller proved true, so we may accept it,
or is it all falsehoods and nighttime tales?
أَمّاas for العُقولُminds فَآلَتso they swore أَنَّهُthat it is كَذِبٌa lie
أَمّا العُقولُ فَآلَت أَنَّهُ كَذِبٌ
وَالعَقلُand reason غَرسٌa plant لَهُfor it بِالصِدقِthrough truth أَثمارُfruits
وَالعَقلُ غَرسٌ لَهُ بِالصِدقِ أَثمارُ
As for minds, they have sworn that it is a lie;
and reason is a plant that bears fruit through truth.
ماnot هاجَstirred لِلحازِمِin the prudent man الماضيresolute سِوىexcept حَزَنٍsorrow
ما هاجَ لِلحازِمِ الماضي سِوى حَزَنٍ
عودٌan oud (lute) يُجاوِبُهُanswers it فيamong الشَربِthe drinkers مِزمارُa flute
عودٌ يُجاوِبُهُ في الشَربِ مِزمارُ
Nothing but sorrow was stirred in the prudent, resolute man
by an oud answered by a flute among the drinkers.
هَلdo ...? تَعرِفُyou know الماءَthe watering place تَغشاهُfrequent it القَطاsandgrouse زُمَراًin flocks
هَل تَعرِفُ الماءَ تَغشاهُ القَطا زُمَراً
قَبلَbefore الصَباحِdawn وَفيهِand in it الجِنُّthe jinn سُمّارُnighttime talkers
قَبلَ الصَباحِ وَفيهِ الجِنُّ سُمّارُ
Do you know the watering place that sandgrouse frequent in flocks
before dawn, while jinn converse there by night?
كَأَنَّas though كَيوانَKaywan (Saturn) فيin ظَلماءِthe darkness of حِندِسِهِits pitch-dark night
كَأَنَّ كَيوانَ في ظَلماءِ حِندِسِهِ
مِنَfrom الهُمودِstillness وَطولِand the length of المَكثِstaying مِسمارُa nail
مِنَ الهُمودِ وَطولِ المَكثِ مِسمارُ
It is as though Kaywan, in the gloom of its pitch-dark night,
were a nail, so still it is and so long it stays.
مَنwhoever يُرزَقِis granted الحَظَّgood fortune يَسعَدprospers أَينَwherever كانَhe may be بِهِwith it
مَن يُرزَقِ الحَظَّ يَسعَد أَينَ كانَ بِهِ
وَمَنand whoever يُخَيَّبis thwarted فَإِنَّthen indeed المَوتَdeath مِضمارُa racecourse
وَمَن يُخَيَّب فَإِنَّ المَوتَ مِضمارُ
Whoever is granted good fortune prospers with it wherever he is;
and whoever is thwarted—death is indeed a racecourse.
كانَتthere were عَجائِبُmarvels وَالمِقدارُand fate صَيَّرَهاhanded them over
كانَت عَجائِبُ وَالمِقدارُ صَيَّرَها
إِلىto اِبنِson of حَربٍHarb وَلاقىand met الحَتفَdeath عَمّارُAmmar
إِلى اِبنِ حَربٍ وَلاقى الحَتفَ عَمّارُ
There were marvels, and fate handed them over
to Ibn Harb, while Ammar met death.
ماwhat فاتَhas passed أَعياdefies recovery وَلَمand did not تَرجِعreturn إِلىto مُضَرٍMudar
ما فاتَ أَعيا وَلَم تَرجِع إِلى مُضَرٍ
عَينٌan eye وَجَوَّلَand roamed فيacross الآفاقِthe horizons أَنمارُAnmar
عَينٌ وَجَوَّلَ في الآفاقِ أَنمارُ
What is lost defies recovery; Mudar never regained
an eye, and Anmar roamed across the horizons.
يَنهىforbids لِسانُكَyour tongue عَنfrom شَيءٍa thing مُنافَقَةًhypocritically
يَنهى لِسانُكَ عَن شَيءٍ مُنافَقَةً
وَالسِرُّand the inner self بِالشَيءِconcerning the thing يَنهىforbids عَنهُfrom it أَمّارُinsistently enjoining
وَالسِرُّ بِالشَيءِ يَنهى عَنهُ أَمّارُ
Your tongue hypocritically forbids a thing,
while your inner self insistently enjoins the very thing your tongue forbids.
Sol 6.1