هَذاthis الحِمىthe sanctuary وَرَندُهُand its laurel وَبانُهُand its moringa
هَذا الحِمى وَرَندُهُ وَبانُهُ
وَشِيحُهُand its wormwood فاوَحَهُvied with it in fragrance حَوذانُهُits buttercups
وَشِيحُهُ فاوَحَهُ حَوذانُهُ
Here is the sanctuary, its laurel and its moringa,
This fever and its delirium and madness
and its wormwood, whose fragrance its buttercups rival.
And its ravings which laid bare its agonies,
وَالرَوضُand the meadow وَالنَسيمُand the breeze قَدalready جَمَّشَهُcaressed it
وَالرَوضُ وَالنَسيمُ قَد جَمَّشَهُ
فَهَبَّso stirred مِنfrom among نَورٍblossoms عُبَيثَرانُهُits southernwood
فَهَبَّ مِن نَورٍ عُبَيثَرانُهُ
And the meadow—the breeze has caressed it,
The garden and the breeze have adorned it
so its southernwood stirred amid the blossoms.
So it shone with a radiant light.
وَالنَّرجِسُand the narcissus الغَضُّtender رَنَتgazed أَحداقُهُits eyes
وَالنَّرجِسُ الغَضُّ رَنَت أَحداقُهُ
وَاِفتَرَّand smiled بِالعُذَيبِat al-ʿUdhayb أُقحُوانُهُits daisies
وَاِفتَرَّ بِالعُذَيبِ أُقحُوانُهُ
And the tender narcissus's eyes gazed,
The fresh narcissus has blinked its eyelids
and its daisies smiled at al-ʿUdhayb.
And burst out with pure white flowers,
ياO صاحِfriend جُزpass through سَلعاًSalʿ وَسَلand ask عَنabout عَيشِناour life الthe (prefix of 'past')
يا صاحِ جُز سَلعاً وَسَل عَن عَيشِنا ال
ماضيpast بِهاthere; in it ياoh حَبَّذاhow lovely زَمانُهُits days
ماضي بِها يا حَبَّذا زَمانُهُ
O friend, pass through Salʿ and ask about our life
O friend, pass on the merchandise and ask about our life
of old there—oh, how lovely were its days!
That has passed, oh how excellent was its time!
لِلَّهِto God (in admiration) نَعمانُNuʿmān الأَراكِof the arak trees مَنزِلاًas a dwelling
لِلَّهِ نَعمانُ الأَراكِ مَنزِلاً
ضَمَّunited بِنُعمٍwith Nuʿm شَملَناour company نُعمانُهُits Nuʿmān
ضَمَّ بِنُعمٍ شَملَنا نُعمانُهُ
God be praised for Nuʿmān of the arak trees as a dwelling!
God’s blessing upon Na’man’s dwellings,
Its Nuʿmān brought us together with Nuʿm.
He gathered us with his favors and united us.
وَالشَمسُand the sun فيin رَأدِthe early part of الضُحىthe forenoon وَعِندَهاand beside it
وَالشَمسُ في رَأدِ الضُحى وَعِندَها
يُفَيِّئُbrings back الأَصيلَthe late afternoon زَعفَرانُهُits saffron
يُفَيِّئُ الأَصيلَ زَعفَرانُهُ
And the sun is in early forenoon, while beside it
And the sun in the radiance of the mid-morning
its saffron brings back late afternoon.
Where it gives shade to the beautiful saffron.
وَالدَوحُand the spreading trees مَنظومٌstrung عَلىupon أَوراقِهِtheir leaves
وَالدَوحُ مَنظومٌ عَلى أَوراقِهِ
غِبَّafter الحَياthe rain مِنfrom طَلِّهِits dew جُمانُهُits pearls
غِبَّ الحَيا مِن طَلِّهِ جُمانُهُ
And upon the spreading trees' leaves are strung,
The sand-dunes lined with its leaves
after the rain, their pearls of dew.
The snakes took cover from its shade.
مَهdesist! لاlet not يَلُمنيblame me لائِمٌa censurer عَلىfor البُكاweeping
مَه لا يَلُمني لائِمٌ عَلى البُكا
عِندِيَfor me كُلَّevery ساعَةٍhour إِبّانُهُits proper season
عِندِيَ كُلَّ ساعَةٍ إِبّانُهُ
Enough! Let no censurer blame me for weeping;
Do not blame me, critic, for my weeping,
for me, every hour is its season.
For every hour has its appropriate time.
وَهاتِand give! ياO مُطرِبَناour minstrel غَنِّsing لَناfor us
وَهاتِ يا مُطرِبَنا غَنِّ لَنا
فَأَنتَfor you are مَنthe one whose تُطرِبُناdelight us أَلحانُهُhis melodies
فَأَنتَ مَن تُطرِبُنا أَلحانُهُ
And let us hear, O our minstrel—sing for us,
And come, our musician, sing for us,
for you are the one whose melodies delight us.
For you are the one whose melodies delight us,
بِكُلِّin every بَيتٍhousehold عَرَبِيٍّArab كُلُّevery حُرnoble (word begins)
بِكُلِّ بَيتٍ عَرَبِيٍّ كُلُّ حُر
رٍcompletion of 'noble' فارسيٍّPersian فاضِلٍvirtuous سَلمانُهُits Salmān
رٍ فارسيٍّ فاضِلٍ سَلمانُهُ
In every Arab household, every noble
With every Arabic verse, every eloquent Persian line, Salman’s
and virtuous Persian is its Salmān.
The best poetry is praise of the best of those who walked
خَيرُthe best القَريضِpoetry مَدحُpraise of خَيرِthe best مَنone who مَشىwalked
خَيرُ القَريضِ مَدحُ خَيرِ مَن مَشى
وَخَيرِand the best مَنone whom عَداgalloped بِهِwith him حِصانُهُhis steed
وَخَيرِ مَن عَدا بِهِ حِصانُهُ
The best of poetry is praise of the best who walked,
And the best of those whose horses carried them forth.
and the best whom his steed bore at a gallop:
Muhammad the Prophet, of great benevolence
مُحَمَّدِMuhammad النَبِيِّthe Prophet ذيpossessor of الإِحسانِbenevolence وَالand the (relative pronoun begins)
مُحَمَّدِ النَبِيِّ ذي الإِحسانِ وَال
لَذيone who (relative pronoun ends) أَجادَdid well مَدحَهُhis praise حَسّانُهُhis Ḥassān
لَذي أَجادَ مَدحَهُ حَسّانُهُ
Muhammad, the Prophet of benevolence, and the one
Whose praise was perfectly done by his Hassan.
whom his Ḥassān praised so well.
The Lord of the Highest Heavens addressed him
خاطَبَهُaddressed him رَبُّthe Lord of السَماواتِthe heavens العُلاlofty
خاطَبَهُ رَبُّ السَماواتِ العُلا
إِذwhen جَبرَئيلُGabriel الوَحيِthe revelation تَرجُمانُهُHis interpreter
إِذ جَبرَئيلُ الوَحيِ تَرجُمانُهُ
The Lord of the lofty heavens addressed him,
When Gabriel conveyed the revelation as interpreter.
when Gabriel was His interpreter of revelation.
The ship of salvation is his family
سَفينَةُthe ship of النَجاةِsalvation أَهلُthe family of بَيتِهِhis house
سَفينَةُ النَجاةِ أَهلُ بَيتِهِ
فيat مَوقِفٍa station يَغشىengulfs الوَرىmankind طوفانُهُits flood
في مَوقِفٍ يَغشى الوَرى طوفانُهُ
His household are the ship of salvation
In an event that overwhelmed the land with its flood.
at a station whose flood engulfs mankind.
Never were his companions and family separated from
لاmay not فارَقَتleave صِحابَهُhis companions وَآلَهُand his family
لا فارَقَت صِحابَهُ وَآلَهُ
صَلاتُهُHis blessing يَوماًon any day وَلاnor رِضوانُهُHis good pleasure
صَلاتُهُ يَوماً وَلا رِضوانُهُ
May his companions and his family never be parted
His prayers or his pleasure, not for a day.
from His blessing on any day, nor from His favor.
O rider of a camel litter that folds up the flags,
ياO راكِباًrider شِمِلَّةًa swift she-camel تَطويfolds up الفَلاthe wastelands
يا راكِباً شِمِلَّةً تَطوي الفَلا
مَزؤودَةًterrified مِنby طَيِّهاher passage ظِلمانُهُits male ostriches
مَزؤودَةً مِن طَيِّها ظِلمانُهُ
O rider of a swift she-camel that folds up the wastelands,
Shaded by its cover from the darkness,
their male ostriches terrified by her passage,
You reached and delivered the wishes, carried
أَبلِغdeliver وَبُلِّغتَand may you be granted المُنىthe wishes مَألُكَةًa message
أَبلِغ وَبُلِّغتَ المُنى مَألُكَةً
مَلكاًa king عَلاrose high بَينَamong المُلوكِthe kings شانُهُhis stature
مَلكاً عَلا بَينَ المُلوكِ شانُهُ
deliver—may you be granted your wishes—a message
By a King who rose above all Kings, eminent is his domain.
to a king whose stature rises high among kings:
The most noble King, Shah of Armenia
المَلِكُthe king الأَشرَفُal-Ashraf شاهShah اَرمَنَArman لاmay not
المَلِكُ الأَشرَفُ شاه اَرمَنَ لا
زالَcease قَوِيّاًstrong ثابِتاًsteadfast سُلطانُهُhis sovereignty
زالَ قَوِيّاً ثابِتاً سُلطانُهُ
King al-Ashraf, Shah of Arman—may
Whose might and authority remain undiminished,
his sovereignty ever remain strong and steadfast.
O you in whom the pride of Kings lies, just as
ياO مَنthe one بِهِthrough him فَخرُthe pride of المُلوكِthe kings إِذfor كَذاlikewise (word begins)
يا مَن بِهِ فَخرُ المُلوكِ إِذ كَذا
كَcompletion of 'likewise' بِالنَبِيِّin the Prophet اِفتَخَرَتtook pride عَدنانُهُhis ʿAdnān
كَ بِالنَبِيِّ اِفتَخَرَت عَدنانُهُ
O you in whom lies the pride of kings, for likewise
In the Prophet the pride of ‘Adnan lies.
his ʿAdnān took pride in the Prophet.
The weak seek refuge in you as a fortress,
يَنتَجِعُseek sustenance العُفاةُseekers of bounty حِصناًa stronghold مِنكَfrom you ياO
يَنتَجِعُ العُفاةُ حِصناً مِنكَ يا
ماءَwater of السَماءِheaven أُفعِمَتwere filled to the brim غُدرانُهُits pools
ماءَ السَماءِ أُفعِمَت غُدرانُهُ
Seekers of bounty seek a stronghold in you, O
O water of heaven, overflowing are its rivers.
water of heaven, whose pools are filled to the brim.
The scholars flock to you as the
تَأويtake refuge إِلَيكَin you العُلَماءُthe learned مِثلَlike ماthe way that
تَأوي إِلَيكَ العُلَماءُ مِثلَ ما
تَأويtake refuge إِلىin بَحرٍa sea طَماswelled حيتانُهُits fish
تَأوي إِلى بَحرٍ طَما حيتانُهُ
The learned take refuge in you, just as
Whales flock to the abundant sea.
in a swelling sea its fish take refuge.
The sea borders you, and canebrakes and the sword,
يُمناكَyour right hand بَحرٌa sea وَالعِداand the foes القَصباءُthe reed-bed وَالand the (prefix)
يُمناكَ بَحرٌ وَالعِدا القَصباءُ وَال
سَيفُsword بِهاin it مُضرَمَةٌkindled نيرانُهُits fires
سَيفُ بِها مُضرَمَةٌ نيرانُهُ
Your right hand is a sea, your foes a reed-bed, and the
Its flames blazing in it.
sword's fires are kindled within it.
The claws of your lions on the day of battle
ثَعلَبُshaft-tip (literally, fox) عسّالِكَyour quivering spear فيon يَومِthe day of الوَغىbattle
ثَعلَبُ عسّالِكَ في يَومِ الوَغى
يولِغُهُmakes it lap دَمَthe blood of العِداthe foes سِنانُهُits spearhead
يولِغُهُ دَمَ العِدا سِنانُهُ
The fox of your quivering spear, on battle's day—
Rend the blood of the foe, their teeth bared.
its spearhead makes it lap the blood of foes.
Describing you can never capture your essence,
وَصفُكَdescription of you ماnot يُدرِكُgrasps يَوماًever كُنهَهُits true essence
وَصفُكَ ما يُدرِكُ يَوماً كُنهَهُ
قُسُّQuss المَقالِof speech لاno وَلاnor سَحبانُهُits Saḥbān
قُسُّ المَقالِ لا وَلا سَحبانُهُ
The full depth of your description can never be grasped
Neither prose nor poetry suffice for it.
by the Quss of speech—no, nor its Saḥbān.
For me is a narrative of your loftiness, flowing
عِنديI have حَديثٌa tale مِنof عُلاكَyour greatness سائِرٌtraveling abroad
عِندي حَديثٌ مِن عُلاكَ سائِرٌ
سَيرَthe passage of نَسيمٍa breeze عَبِقٍfragrant رَيحانُهُits basil
سَيرَ نَسيمٍ عَبِقٍ رَيحانُهُ
I have a tale of your greatness, spreading abroad
Like a fragrant breeze, the scent of basil.
like a breeze scented with its basil.
O you for whom the steeds, the spears and the
ياO مَنthe one whose جِيادُthe finest الخَيلِhorses وَالرِماحُand the spears وَالand the (prefix)
يا مَن جِيادُ الخَيلِ وَالرِماحُ وَال
صِفاحُsword-blades فيon يَومِthe day of الوَغىbattle بُستانُهُhis garden
صِفاحُ في يَومِ الوَغى بُستانُهُ
O you whose noble horses, spears, and
Swords on the day of strife are a garden.
sword-blades are a garden on battle's day:
No lion protecting the elite with his might
ماno أَسَدٌa lion يَحميholds at bay الخَميسَthe army باسُهُits might
ما أَسَدٌ يَحمي الخَميسَ باسُهُ
فَتَنثَنيso turn back ناكِصَةًretreating فُرسانُهُits horsemen
فَتَنثَني ناكِصَةً فُرسانُهُ
No lion whose might holds an army at bay,
Whose assailants retreat panic-stricken from his horsemen.
making its horsemen turn back in retreat,
Nor does the thundercloud loom with its lightning and thunder
يَوماًever بِأَقوىany stronger مِنكَthan you بَأساًin might فيin الوَغىbattle
يَوماً بِأَقوى مِنكَ بَأساً في الوَغى
فَلَيثُهُfor its lion لَدَيكَbeside you ثُعلُبانُهُits male fox
فَلَيثُهُ لَدَيكَ ثُعلُبانُهُ
is ever mightier than you in battle;
Convulsing the sky and confounding its order.
for its lion, beside you, is no more than its fox.
One day with greater might than yours excessive
ولاnor الغَمامُthe cloud رائِعاًterrifying بِرَعدِهِwith its thunder
ولا الغَمامُ رائِعاً بِرَعدِهِ
وبَرقِهِand its lightning مُنبَجِساًgushing forth تَهتانُهُits downpour
وبَرقِهِ مُنبَجِساً تَهتانُهُ
Nor is the cloud, fearsome with its thunder
O you from whom wishes flow like streams.
and lightning, its downpour gushing forth,
Not rosewater of Nasibin, not the fragrance released
يَوماًever بِأَندىmore bounteous مِنthan يَدَيكَyour two hands فائِضاًoverflowing
يَوماً بِأَندى مِن يَدَيكَ فائِضاً
ياO مَنthe one whose يَفيضُoverflows بِالمُنىwith wishes بَنانُهُhis fingertips
يا مَن يَفيضُ بِالمُنى بَنانُهُ
ever more bounteous in its flow than your hands,
By crushers of jasmine, their smoke fills the air.
O you whose fingertips flow with all one desires.
One day like the mention of you, nor musk, though abundant,
ماnot ماءُwater of وَردٍroses مِنfrom نَصيبينَNaṣībīn وَلاnor
ما ماءُ وَردٍ مِن نَصيبينَ وَلا
نَشرُthe scent of اليَلَنجوجِaloeswood سَماrose high دُخانُهُits smoke
نَشرُ اليَلَنجوجِ سَما دُخانُهُ
No rosewater from Naṣībīn, nor
Could match, so high has its price risen.
the scent of aloeswood whose smoke rises high,
Live as long as the cosmos revolves around its axis
يَوماًever كَذِكراكَlike your remembrance وَلاnor المِسكُthe musk الرياthe Riyāḥī kind (word begins)
يَوماً كَذِكراكَ وَلا المِسكُ الريا
حِيُّcompletion of 'Riyāḥī' غَلَتrose in price فَأَوغَلَتthen climbed still higher أَثمانُهُits prices
حِيُّ غَلَت فَأَوغَلَت أَثمانُهُ
can ever match your remembrance, nor Riyāḥī musk,
And as long as the celestial sphere turns above it!
whose prices have risen, then soared ever higher.
عِشlive ماas long as سَرىjourneys by night فيthrough الفَلَكِthe sphere المُحييطencircling بَهBah- (begins Bahrām, Mars)
عِش ما سَرى في الفَلَكِ المُحييط بَه
رامُ-rām (completes Bahrām) وَماand as long as عَلاrises high بِهِwithin it كيوانُهُits Kaywān (Saturn)
رامُ وَما عَلا بِهِ كيوانُهُ
Live as long as Bahrām journeys through the encircling sphere,
and as long as its Kaywān rises within it.
Partial English translation: 63 of 66 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1