أَراناhas shown us اللُبُّreason أَنّاthat we فيin ضَلالٍerror
أَرانا اللُبُّ أَنّا في ضَلالٍ
وَأَنّاand that we موطِنونَare settled بِشَرِّin the worst دارِabode
وَأَنّا موطِنونَ بِشَرِّ دارِ
Reason has shown us that we are astray,
Illusion led us to believe we had strayed
And that we dwell in the worst of abodes.
And made our home in the abode of evil
نُدارُwe are turned عَلىtoward الَّذيthat which نَهوىwe desire سِواهُother than it
نُدارُ عَلى الَّذي نَهوى سِواهُ
بِحُكمِby the decree of اللَهِGod فيin الفَلَكِthe celestial sphere المُدارِset revolving
بِحُكمِ اللَهِ في الفَلَكِ المُدارِ
We are turned toward one thing, though we desire another,
We resist whom we passionately desire
By God's decree, in the sphere set revolving.
By God's decree in the revolving sphere
وَماand what يُدريكَmakes you know وَالإِنسانُwhile man is غُمُرٌinexperienced
وَما يُدريكَ وَالإِنسانُ غُمُرٌ
وَقَدand perhaps يُدرىis deceived خَليلُكَyour friend وَهُوَthough he is دارِaware
وَقَد يُدرى خَليلُكَ وَهُوَ دارِ
And how can you know, when man is inexperienced,
While man is but brief existence
And your friend may be deceived, though he is aware?
Your friend may remain and dwell
لَعَلَّperhaps مَفاصِلَthe joints البِناءِof the structure تُضحيbecome
لَعَلَّ مَفاصِلَ البِناءِ تُضحي
طِلاءًplaster لِلسَقيفَةِfor the roofed shelter وَالجِدارِand the wall
طِلاءً لِلسَقيفَةِ وَالجِدارِ
Perhaps the structure's joints will become
Perhaps the joints of the building
Plaster for the roofed shelter and the wall.
Will be plaster for the pavilion and wall
يُرَجِّيَhope for الناسُthe people كُلُّهُمُall of them حُظوظاًgood fortunes
يُرَجِّيَ الناسُ كُلُّهُمُ حُظوظاً
وَلِلأَقدارِand fate's decrees have فِعلٌaction بِاِقتِدارِwith power
وَلِلأَقدارِ فِعلٌ بِاِقتِدارِ
All people hope for good fortune,
All people have hopes
Yet fate's decrees act with power.
But destiny acts with power
وَماand not رُتباتُهُمtheir ranks إِلّاexcept غُروبٌwater buckets
وَما رُتباتُهُم إِلّا غُروبٌ
دَوائِبُceaselessly working فيin طُلوعٍrising وَاِنحِدارِand falling
دَوائِبُ في طُلوعٍ وَاِنحِدارِ
And their ranks are nothing but water buckets,
Their positions are but a setting
Ceaselessly at work, rising and falling.
In constant rise and fall
إِذاif كانَis الَّذيthat which يَأتيcomes قَضاءًa decree of fate
إِذا كانَ الَّذي يَأتي قَضاءً
فَمُكثيthen my waiting لَيسَdoes not يَنقُصُfall short عَنof بِدارِhaste
فَمُكثي لَيسَ يَنقُصُ عَن بِدارِ
If what is to come is decreed,
If what comes is fate
Then my waiting is no worse than haste.
My waiting takes nothing from beginning
Sol 6.1