أَلِفيmy alif بُحوريmy seas (poetic meters) والقصائدُand the poems بائيmy ba
أَلِفي بُحوري والقصائدُ بائي
والتاءُand the letter ta تكتبُwrites والبدايةُand the beginning لاءيmy 'no'
والتاءُ تكتبُ والبدايةُ لاءي
My alif is my seas, and the poems are my ba.
My alphabets are my seas, and poems are my bay
And ta writes, and the beginning is my 'no'.
The "ta" is written, and the beginning is "la"
وعلىand on يديmy hand نَقشَengraved الملائِكُthe angels أحرفاًletters
وعلى يدي نَقشَ الملائِكُ أحرفاً
فتناسخَso were reincarnated العُشاقُthe lovers منfrom أعضائيmy limbs
فتناسخَ العُشاقُ من أعضائي
And on my hand the angels engraved letters,
On my hand the angels inscribed letters
So lovers were reincarnated from my limbs.
So lovers copied from my limbs
وتوزّعتْand spread ريحُthe wind الصّباthe east wind بأصابعيthrough my fingers
وتوزّعتْ ريحُ الصّبا بأصابعي
فتطيَّبتso became fragrant بشمولِهاwith its fullness أشيائيmy things
فتطيَّبت بشمولِها أشيائي
And the east wind spread through my fingers,
The wind of morning blew through my fingers
So my things grew fragrant in its fullness.
So everything I touched was fragranced
طفلٌa child أناI تحتbeneath الغمامةِthe cloud.. نرجسٌa narcissus
طفلٌ أنا تحت الغمامةِ.. نرجسٌ
ماemphatic particle بينbetween صخرٍrock رائقٍlimpid ورُواءand sweet water
ما بين صخرٍ رائقٍ ورُواء
A child am I beneath the cloud—a narcissus
A child I am under the cloud.. a narcissus
Between limpid rock and sweet water.
Between a smooth rock and fresh air
طيرٌa bird أناI فيin القدسِJerusalem مثلَlike بُراقِهاits Buraq
طيرٌ أنا في القدسِ مثلَ بُراقِها
يسريtravels by night ليعرجَso that he may ascend سيّدُthe master الإسراءِof the Night Journey
يسري ليعرجَ سيّدُ الإسراءِ
A bird am I in Jerusalem, like its Buraq,
I am a bird in Al-Quds like its Buraaq
Traveling by night so the master of the Night Journey may ascend.
Traveling so the Master of Israa ascends
هذاthis سبيلُthe path الصاعدينof those ascending لِقُدْسِهمto their Jerusalem
هذا سبيلُ الصاعدين لِقُدْسِهم
بقوادمٍwith primary flight feathers شقّتproved arduous علىfor العنقاءِthe phoenix
بقوادمٍ شقّت على العنقاءِ
This is the path of those ascending to their Jerusalem,
This is the way for the ascending to their sanctity
With primary feathers that taxed the phoenix.
With steps that split through Al-‘Unuqâ
وترنّمتand sang ريحُthe wind اللظىof flame بأصابعٍwith fingers
وترنّمت ريحُ اللظى بأصابعٍ
وتقاطرَand dripped الماوَردُrosewater فيinto الأنداءِthe dewdrops
وتقاطرَ الماوَردُ في الأنداءِ
And the wind of flame sang with fingers,
The hot wind hummed through fingers
And rosewater dripped into the dewdrops.
And violets dripped in the valleys
وعلىand on القميصِthe shirt دمُblood اجتراحِbringing about هبوبِهits gust
وعلى القميصِ دمُ اجتراحِ هبوبِه
فتعالتso rose الراياتُthe banners فيamid الأنواءِthe storms
فتعالت الراياتُ في الأنواءِ
And on the shirt is the blood of bringing forth its gust,
On my shirt the blood of the breeze’s violation
So the banners rose amid the storms.
So banners rose high in the sky
نجمٌa star علىupon نارِthe fire الغمامةof the cloud ، نثرهُits prose
نجمٌ على نارِ الغمامة ، نثرهُ
وهجٌa blaze يحرّقُscorches عتمةَthe darkness الغَطشاءِof the murky night
وهجٌ يحرّقُ عتمةَ الغَطشاءِ
A star upon the cloud's fire; its prose
A star on the cloud’s fire, its light scattering
Is a blaze that scorches the murky night's darkness.
A blaze burning the darkness of obscurities
جمعَgathered الجَمالَbeauty بِجيمِwith the letter jim جُبَّتِهhis robe التيwhich
جمعَ الجَمالَ بِجيمِ جُبَّتِه التي
فتحتْopened حدودَthe bounds اللهِof God فيthroughout الأرجاءthe regions
فتحتْ حدودَ اللهِ في الأرجاء
He gathered beauty in the jim of his robe, which
It gathered beauty in the “Jeem” of its cloak which
Opened God's bounds throughout the lands,
Opened the borders of God in the horizons
حتىuntil دناdrew near أوor قابَcame within a bow's span عندَat المُنتهىthe utmost limit
حتى دنا أو قابَ عندَ المُنتهى
وأضاءَand shone خلفَbehind حِجابِهhis veil فيin الحاءِthe letter ḥa
وأضاءَ خلفَ حِجابِه في الحاءِ
Until he drew near, or came within a bow's span at the utmost limit,
Until it came near or moved away at the end
And shone behind his veil, in the ḥa.
And shone behind its veil in the “Haa”
وخلاand was alone معwith المولىthe Lord وعادand returned مُشَفَّعاًwith his intercession accepted
وخلا مع المولى وعاد مُشَفَّعاً
نوراًa light يُضَوّعُperfumes طاهرَthe pure الأجواءair
نوراً يُضَوّعُ طاهرَ الأجواء
And was alone with the Lord, and returned with his intercession accepted,
And it privately conversed with the Master then returned interceding
A light that perfumes the pure air.
A light adorning the most pure horizons
داريmy home هناhere دالُthe letter dal الدروبِof roads وعودةٍand a return
داري هنا دالُ الدروبِ وعودةٍ
لسواحليto my shores ومجامريand my censers وهوائيand my air
لسواحلي ومجامري وهوائي
My home is here: the dal of roads and a return
My home here is the “Daal” of paths and return
To my shores, my censers, and my air.
To my coasts, my gambling, and my air
والذالُand the letter dhal تُذكيkindles نارَthe fire عِزّيof my pride كلّماwhenever
والذالُ تُذكي نارَ عِزّي كلّما
تعدوraces أُسَعِّرُهاI stoke it بِذَوْبِwith the molten essence ندائيof my call
تعدو أُسَعِّرُها بِذَوْبِ ندائي
And dhal kindles the fire of my pride; whenever
The “Thaal” ignites my pride’s fire whenever
It races, I stoke it with the molten essence of my call.
I flare it with the melting of my call
رابطتُI kept vigil فيat أقصىthe furthest reach البهاءِof splendor ورايتيand my banner
رابطتُ في أقصى البهاءِ ورايتي
لوّاحةٌwaving فيin خافقاتِthe flutterings لوائيof my standard
لوّاحةٌ في خافقاتِ لوائي
I kept vigil at splendor's furthest reach, and my banner
I tied my banner at the peak of splendor
Waves in the fluttering of my standard.
Waving amidst the throbs of my banner
وزهاand shone دميmy blood فيin الأرضِthe earth يومthe day توزَّعتْsplit apart
وزها دمي في الأرضِ يوم توزَّعتْ
كِسَفاًfragments علىupon مَنwhoever يستحلُّdeems lawful دمائيmy blood
كِسَفاً على مَن يستحلُّ دمائي
And my blood shone in the earth the day it split apart
And its youth in the land the day it dispersed
Into fragments upon whoever deems my blood lawful to shed.
Mourning over he who dares shed my blood
ولذاand therefore يصحُّis valid زُحافُmetrical alteration شِعريmy poetry كلّهall of it
ولذا يصحُّ زُحافُ شِعري كلّه
ويجوزُand is allowed عكسُreversing الحَرفِthe letter فيin إقوائيmy rhyme-vowel discord
ويجوزُ عكسُ الحَرفِ في إقوائي
And so every metrical alteration of my verse is valid,
And so the crawl of all my poetry is valid
And reversing the letter is allowed in my rhyme-vowel discord.
And reversing letters in my structures permissible
سنكونُwe shall be فيin سِينthe letter sin البقاءِsurvival ، وسرُّهاand its secret
سنكونُ في سِين البقاءِ ، وسرُّها
رَجْعُthe echo السجينِof the prisoner وهمسةُand the whisper السَرّاءof joy
رَجْعُ السجينِ وهمسةُ السَرّاء
We shall be in the sin of survival, and its secret
We will be in the “Seen” of eternity, its secret
Is the prisoner's echo and the whisper of joy.
The return of the captive and the good news of bliss
وإذاand when تهبُّrise رياحُناour winds وخيولُناand our horses
وإذا تهبُّ رياحُنا وخيولُنا
فسِهامُناthen our arrows فيin جَبهةِthe brow الجوزاءof al-Jawza
فسِهامُنا في جَبهةِ الجوزاء
And when our winds and our horses rise,
And if our winds blow and our horses
Then our arrows are in al-Jawza's brow.
Then our arrows target the brow of Al-Jawzâ`
والشينُand the letter shin شَعبيmy people والشبابيكُand the windows التيthat
والشينُ شَعبي والشبابيكُ التي
لاحتْappeared بوجهِbefore the face الشمسِof the sun للشُعراءfor the poets
لاحتْ بوجهِ الشمسِ للشُعراء
And shin is my people, and the windows that
The “Sheen” is my nation, and the windows that
Appeared before the sun's face for the poets.
Gleamed with the sun’s face for poets
شُرفاتُهاher balconies حَبَقُsweet basil اليدينof both hands وماand not لهاshe has
شُرفاتُها حَبَقُ اليدين وما لها
إلّاexcept أزقّةُthe alleys عُرْسِهاof her wedding فيin الهاءthe letter ha
إلّا أزقّةُ عُرْسِها في الهاء
Her balconies are the sweet basil of both hands; she has nothing
Its balconies the confusion of hands, having
But the alleys of her wedding in the ha.
Nothing but the alleys of its wedding in the “Haa”
فهناso here يعودُreturn الميّتونthe dead لبيتِهمto their home
فهنا يعودُ الميّتون لبيتِهم
وهناand here يَشبّsprings up العُشبُthe grass فيin الصحراءِthe desert
وهنا يَشبّ العُشبُ في الصحراءِ
For here the dead return to their home,
And here grass grows in the desert
And here grass springs up in the desert.
As if it is Damascus that is in my imagination
وكأنهاand as though she were الشامُal-Sham التيthat فيin خاطريmy thoughts
وكأنها الشامُ التي في خاطري
عِطرُthe fragrance الإلهِof God ونخلةُand the palm tree الزوراءِof al-Zawra
عِطرُ الإلهِ ونخلةُ الزوراءِ
And she is like al-Sham within my thoughts:
The scent of God and palm tree of Az-Zurrâ`
The fragrance of God and the palm of al-Zawra.
It remains in us like the “Saad” of its boulders
وتظلّand remains فيناwithin us مثلَlike صادِthe letter ṣad صخورِهاof her rocks
وتظلّ فينا مثلَ صادِ صخورِها
حرفاًa letter يُجَنِّحُgives wings to نجمُهاher star أضوائيmy lights
حرفاً يُجَنِّحُ نجمُها أضوائي
And she remains within us, like the ṣad of her rocks,
A letter winging its star with my lights
A letter; her star gives wings to my lights.
The “Daad” is heaven’s orchard, and whenever
والضادُand the letter ḍad بستانُthe garden السماءِof the sky وكلّماand whenever
والضادُ بستانُ السماءِ وكلّما
عبقتْbecame fragrant يُرنّقُclouds وَردُهاher roses إملائيmy spelling
عبقتْ يُرنّقُ وَردُها إملائي
And ḍad is the garden of the sky; whenever
Its roses bloom, it beautifies my dictation
She grows fragrant, her roses cloud my spelling.
Pure it was, for it was Adam’s garden
طابتْbecame sweet ، ففيهاfor in her كانwas جنّةُthe garden آدمٍof Adam
طابتْ ، ففيها كان جنّةُ آدمٍ
قبلَbefore النزولِthe descent لكوكبِto the planet الإعياءِof exhaustion
قبلَ النزولِ لكوكبِ الإعياءِ
She grew sweet, for within her was Adam's garden,
Before the descent to the planet of fatigue
Before the descent to the planet of exhaustion.
And he who was not touched by fire’s harm
وأتىand came اليهاto her طاهراًpure ومُطَهّراًand purified
وأتى اليها طاهراً ومُطَهّراً
مَنthe one who لمdid not تَنلْهُreach him النارُthe fire بالإيذاءِwith harm
مَن لم تَنلْهُ النارُ بالإيذاءِ
And to her came, pure and purified,
Came to it pure and purified
The one whom fire did not touch with harm.
Said wolves plot against the sons
وهناand here تظاهرَbanded together أخوةٌbrothers كذبواlied.. وقدand indeed
وهنا تظاهرَ أخوةٌ كذبوا.. وقد
قالواsaid الذئابwolves تروغُslip away بالأبناءِwith sons
قالوا الذئاب تروغُ بالأبناءِ
And here brothers banded together and lied; they had
And there the mother of Moses casts her son
Said, 'Wolves slip away with sons.'
And here the fires of the breastfeeding lady
وهناكand there تُلقيcasts أُمُّthe mother موسىof Moses ابنَهاher son
وهناك تُلقي أُمُّ موسى ابنَها
وهناand here حرائقُfires زهرةِthe blossom الأثداءِof breasts
وهنا حرائقُ زهرةِ الأثداءِ
And there Moses's mother casts her son,
No bird comes to tell a tale
And here are the fires of the blossom of breasts.
Of a fireplace for tears in Az-Zahrâ`
لاno طائرٌbird يأتيcomes ليحكيَto tell قصةًa story
لا طائرٌ يأتي ليحكيَ قصةً
عنabout موقدٍa hearth للدمعِfor tears فيin الزَهراءِal-Zahra
عن موقدٍ للدمعِ في الزَهراءِ
No bird comes to tell a story
Nor if the queen stutters when
Of a hearth for tears in al-Zahra,
Waters spilled from the marble of water
أوor إنْif تلعثمتِstammered المليكةُthe queen عندماwhen
أو إنْ تلعثمتِ المليكةُ عندما
ارتبكتْgrew confused مياهٌwaters منfrom رُخامِthe marble الماءِof water
ارتبكتْ مياهٌ من رُخامِ الماءِ
Or whether the queen stammered when
And I was here before they dreamed of it
Waters grew confused by the marble of water.
So Jesus’ last supper was after my supper
وأناand I هناhere مِنfrom قبلِbefore أنْthat حلمواthey dreamed بهاof her
وأنا هنا مِن قبلِ أنْ حلموا بها
فعَشاءُfor the supper عيسىof Jesus كانwas بعدَafter عَشائيmy supper
فعَشاءُ عيسى كان بعدَ عَشائي
And I was here before they dreamed of her,
And I witnessed Judas when he
For Jesus's supper came after my supper.
Sold the Messiah for a fist of coal
ولقدand indeed شهدتُI bore witness علىagainst يهوذاJudas يومthe day أنْthat
ولقد شهدتُ على يهوذا يوم أنْ
باعَsold المسيحَthe Messiah بحفنةٍfor a handful سوداءِblack
باعَ المسيحَ بحفنةٍ سوداءِ
And I bore witness against Judas on the day
And I am the one who made Mary cry the day
He sold the Messiah for a black handful.
She clung, out of her sadness, to my gown
وأناand I الذيthe one who أبكيتُI made weep مريمَMary يومَهاthat day
وأنا الذي أبكيتُ مريمَ يومَها
وتعلَّقتْand she clung، منfrom حُزنِهاher grief ، برِدائيto my cloak
وتعلَّقتْ، من حُزنِها ، برِدائي
And I am the one who made Mary weep that day,
The Fatimas cried over my sister’s head
And in her grief she clung to my cloak.
And saw the killers’ swords.. behind me
بكتِwept الفواطمُthe Fatimas فوقَabove رأسِthe head شقيقتيof my sister
بكتِ الفواطمُ فوقَ رأسِ شقيقتي
ورأتْand saw حِرابَthe spears القاتلينof the killers .. ورائيbehind me
ورأتْ حِرابَ القاتلين .. ورائي
The Fatimas wept above my sister's head,
And it happens that the wolves betray, so whenever
And saw the killers' spears behind me.
They drank my arteries, my cup overflows
ويكونُand it happens أنْthat غَدَرbetrayed الضِّباعُthe hyenas ، وكلّماand whenever
ويكونُ أنْ غَدَر الضِّباعُ ، وكلّما
شربتْdrank شرايينيmy arteries يفيضoverflows إنائيmy vessel
شربتْ شراييني يفيض إنائي
And it comes to pass that the hyenas betray; whenever
The “Faa” of misfortune I am and the “Qaaf” standing at resurrection
They drink my arteries, my vessel overflows.
The “Yaa” calls in the distance.. the remote
فاءُthe letter fa الفلاةِof the wilderness أناI وقافُand the letter qaf قيامةٍof resurrection
فاءُ الفلاةِ أنا وقافُ قيامةٍ
والياءُand the letter ya تَنْدهُcalls out فيin البعيدِthe distant .. النّائيthe remote
والياءُ تَنْدهُ في البعيدِ .. النّائي
The fa of the wilderness am I, and the qaf of resurrection,
The “Kaaf”, if the cross held it, I made it
And ya calls out in the distant, far-off place.
A throne for the eternity of green bliss
والكافُand the letter kaf إنْif كفَّdesists الصليبُthe cross جعلتُهI made it
والكافُ إنْ كفَّ الصليبُ جعلتُه
عَرشاًa throne لداليةِfor the grapevine الندىof dew الخضراءِgreen
عَرشاً لداليةِ الندى الخضراءِ
And kaf—if the cross desists, I make it
The “Laam” of countries is ours and “Meem” of their tree-trunks
A throne for the green grapevine of dew.
The “Noon” sapling of their roots and my appearing
لامُthe letter lam البلادِof the land لناours وميمُand the letter mim جذوعِهاof her trunks
لامُ البلادِ لنا وميمُ جذوعِها
والنونُand the letter nun نَسْغُthe sap جذورِهاof her roots ولُحائيand my bark
والنونُ نَسْغُ جذورِها ولُحائي
The lam of the land is ours, and the mim of her trunks;
And tomorrow a whale of a perilous sea will flee
And nun is the sap of her roots and my bark.
The “Noon” kindling in veins of the “Baa”
وغداًand tomorrow سيهربُwill flee حوتُthe whale بحرٍof a sea غامرٍengulfing
وغداً سيهربُ حوتُ بحرٍ غامرٍ
والنونُand the letter nun تقدحُstrikes sparks فيin عروقِthe veins الباءِof the letter ba
والنونُ تقدحُ في عروقِ الباءِ
And tomorrow the whale of an engulfing sea will flee,
For here fell the martyr’s heart, confused by
And nun strikes sparks in the veins of ba.
What shook my surroundings and pride’s rapture
فهناfor here هوىfell قلبُthe heart الشهيدِof the martyr وهالَهand appalled him
فهنا هوى قلبُ الشهيدِ وهالَه
ماwhat هزّshook أعطافيmy flanks وهاءَand the letter ha بهائيof my splendor
ما هزّ أعطافي وهاءَ بهائي
For here the martyr's heart fell, and he was appalled
And for it poetry is said to be for none but it
By what shook my flanks and the ha of my splendor.
As it is the sky sleeping under a sky
ولهاand for her يقالُis spoken الشِعرُpoetry ليسnot لغيرِهاfor other than her
ولها يقالُ الشِعرُ ليس لغيرِها
فهيfor she السماءُthe sky تنامُsleeps تحتَbeneath سماءِa sky
فهي السماءُ تنامُ تحتَ سماءِ
And poetry is spoken for her, for none other;
And it’s valid I take a look at Al-Ma’arri
For she is the sky sleeping beneath a sky.
And see him generously inspire
ويجوزand it is possible أنْthat ألقىcast المَعرّيal-Ma'arri نظرةًa glance
ويجوز أنْ ألقى المَعرّي نظرةً
فأَرَتْهُso she showed him كيفhow يجودُgives generously بالإيحاءِwith inspiration
فأَرَتْهُ كيف يجودُ بالإيحاءِ
And perhaps al-Ma'arri cast a glance,
Maybe if Qays came asking her
So she showed him how to be lavish with inspiration.
Who adorned him with necklaces of blazing ember
ولربّماand perhaps لوif جاءهاhe came to her قيسٌQays سَلاforgot
ولربّما لو جاءها قيسٌ سَلا
مَنthe one who ألبَسَتْهُclothed him قلائدَnecklaces الرمضاءِof scorching ground
مَن ألبَسَتْهُ قلائدَ الرمضاءِ
And perhaps, had Qays come to her, he would have forgotten
Through it the warblers completed their news
The one who adorned him with necklaces of scorching earth.
Of mothers of captivity and martyrdom
وبهاand in her الهداهدُthe hoopoes أكملتْcompleted أخبارَهاtheir tidings
وبها الهداهدُ أكملتْ أخبارَها
عنabout أمّهاتِthe mothers القيدِof fetters والشُهداءِand the martyrs
عن أمّهاتِ القيدِ والشُهداءِ
And in her the hoopoes completed their tidings
Of the wounded lily and a refugee doe
Of the mothers of fetters and martyrs,
And of devastation in the fathers' ribs
عنabout سوسنِthe irises الجرحىof the wounded ودُفلىand the oleander لاجئٍof a refugee
عن سوسنِ الجرحى ودُفلى لاجئٍ
وعنand about الرّدىdeath فيin أضْلُعِthe ribs الآباءof the fathers
وعن الرّدى في أضْلُعِ الآباء
Of the irises of the wounded and a refugee's oleander,
And of death in the fathers' ribs.
Partial English translation: 90 of 92 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1