ياO واعِظيmy admonisher بِالصَمتِthrough silence ماwhat لَكَwith you لاnot
يا واعِظي بِالصَمتِ ما لَكَ لا
تُلقيyou impart إِلَيَّto me حَديثَكَyour speech اللَذاthe delightful
تُلقي إِلَيَّ حَديثَكَ اللَذا
O you who admonish me through silence, why do you not
O my silent preacher, why do you not
impart to me your delightful speech?
Recite to me your sweet words?
إِنَّindeed الجَديدَينِthe ever-renewed pair (day and night) اللَذَينِthe two who هُماthey both
إِنَّ الجَديدَينِ اللَذَينِ هُما
سِبقانِtwo champion racers بَذّاتيhave outstripped me (likely intended reading) وَماand not بُذّاwere outstripped
سِبقانِ بَذّاتي وَما بُذّا
Indeed, the ever-renewed pair—day and night—who are
The two new ones, who are
two champion racers have outstripped me, yet were never outstripped.
My own unprompted compositions, not coached ones,
كَالنابِلَينِlike the two archers غَدَتhave become سِهامُهُماthe pair’s arrows
كَالنابِلَينِ غَدَت سِهامُهُما
لَيسَتare not مُرَيَّشَةًfeathered وَلاnor قُذّاfeatherless
لَيسَت مُرَيَّشَةً وَلا قُذّا
They are like two archers whose arrows have become
Are like archers whose arrows
neither feathered nor featherless.
Are not fledged or barbed,
وَكَأَنَّand as though لِلساعاتِfor the hours أَجنِحَةًwings
وَكَأَنَّ لِلساعاتِ أَجنِحَةً
فَإِخالُهُنَّso I imagine them بِهاwith them قَطاًsandgrouse حُذّاshort-tailed
فَإِخالُهُنَّ بِها قَطاً حُذّا
And it is as though the hours had wings,
And it is as if the hours have wings
so I imagine them with those wings as short-tailed sandgrouse.
So that sending them is like releasing a trained hunting cat.
قَدَرٌfate يُناديcalls to الحَتفَdeath مِنfrom كَثَبٍclose at hand
قَدَرٌ يُنادي الحَتفَ مِن كَثَبٍ
دَعleave ذاthis one إِلىuntil الميقاتِthe appointed time أَوor خُذtake ذاthis one
دَع ذا إِلى الميقاتِ أَو خُذ ذا
Fate calls to death from close at hand:
Fate calls out from a hillock:
“Leave this one until the appointed time, or take this one.”
"Leave this one for its time or take that one!"
أَمَليmy hope بَياضُwhiteness الصُبحِthe dawn أَنبَتَهُmade it sprout
أَمَلي بَياضُ الصُبحِ أَنبَتَهُ
وَعَهِدتُهand I had known it بِالأَمسِyesterday مُنجَذّاcut off
وَعَهِدتُه بِالأَمسِ مُنجَذّا
The whiteness of dawn has made my hope sprout,
The whiteness of dawn sprouted my hopes
yet yesterday I had found it cut down.
And I had entrusted them to the gloaming, snatched away.
خَلِّleave السَرورَjoy لِمَنto whoever يُعَزُّis exalted بِهِby it
خَلِّ السَرورَ لِمَن يُعَزُّ بِهِ
وَاِعبُدand worship إِلهَكَyour God واحِداًalone فَذّاsolitary
وَاِعبُد إِلهَكَ واحِداً فَذّا
Leave joy to whoever is exalted by it,
Let joy be for him who is honored by it,
and worship your God, alone and solitary.
And worship your God, matchless and peerless.
Sol 6.1