مَنازِلَهُمْtheir dwellings جَاَدتْكِmay they shower you غُرُّbright السَّحَائِبِthe clouds
مَنازِلَهُمْ جَاَدتْكِ غُرُّ السَّحَائِبِ
وَجَرَّتْand may it draw بِمَغْناكِacross your abode الصَّباthe east wind ذَيْلَthe train سَاحِبِa trailing cloud
وَجَرَّتْ بِمَغْناكِ الصَّبا ذَيْلَ سَاحِبِ
O their dwellings, may the bright clouds shower you,
Their dwellings bloomed beneath your clouds, unveiled,
And may the east wind draw a trailing cloud's train across your abode.
As the morning breeze drew forth its trailing robes.
وَلَيلand a night بهِin it قدalready عَاجَلَتْنيtook me by surprise يَدُthe hand السُّرَىnight travel
وَلَيل بهِ قد عَاجَلَتْني يَدُ السُّرَى
وَقَدْand indeed كانَit was مِنbecause of طُولٍlength بَطِئَslow-moving الكَواكِبِthe stars
وَقَدْ كانَ مِن طُولٍ بَطِئَ الكَواكِبِ
And a night when the hand of night travel had taken me by surprise,
The night pressed me with its hand, in haste,
Though its length had made its stars slow to move.
While the stars slowly crept across the skies.
ولِلذِّكْرِand remembrance has مِسْكٌmusk مِنfrom مُعَاقَرَةِconsorting with الكَرَىslumber
ولِلذِّكْرِ مِسْكٌ مِن مُعَاقَرَةِ الكَرَى
أَقَرَّit settled وِسَادَthe pillow الهَامِof heads فَوْقَabove الغَوارِبِthe camels' withers
أَقَرَّ وِسَادَ الهَامِ فَوْقَ الغَوارِبِ
And remembrance has musk from consorting with slumber,
Remembrance is a balm from the toils of fate -
It settled the heads' pillow atop the camels' withers.
It rests, pillowed, above the dusty graves.
سَرَوْاthey traveled by night لِغِناهُمْfor their enrichment طَالِبينَseeking فَعَرَّجُواthen they turned aside
سَرَوْا لِغِناهُمْ طَالِبينَ فَعَرَّجُوا
علىto ابنِson of عَليٍّAli مُنْتَهىultimate destination كُلِّevery طَالبِseeker
على ابنِ عَليٍّ مُنْتَهى كُلِّ طَالبِ
They journeyed by night, seeking wealth for themselves, then turned aside
They set out seeking their songs, and climbed
To Ibn Ali, the ultimate destination of every seeker.
To Ali's son, the summit of all who climb.
عَلِمْناwe learned يَقِيناًwith certainty بِالتَّجارِبِthrough experience شَأْنَهُhis worth
عَلِمْنا يَقِيناً بِالتَّجارِبِ شَأْنَهُ
وَمَاand nothing تُوضِحُclarifies الأَشياءَthings مِثلُlike التَّجارِبِexperience
وَمَا تُوضِحُ الأَشياءَ مِثلُ التَّجارِبِ
We came to know his worth with certainty through experience,
Through trials we know him truly; nothing reveals
And nothing makes things clear like experience.
Things like trials - the touchstone that tries and tells.
Sol 6.1