دَعنيleave me مِنَfrom الرَشَأthe young gazelle الأَغَنِّthe sweetly nasal-voiced الأَكيَسِthe cleverest
دَعني مِنَ الرَشَأ الأَغَنِّ الأَكيَسِ
مِنof لَحظِهِhis glance وَالراحand the wine طافَhe went round بِأَكؤُسِwith cups
مِن لَحظِهِ وَالراح طافَ بِأَكؤُسِ
Spare me the sweet-voiced, clever young gazelle,
Leave me be, from the elegant wise chatter,
Who went round with cups of his glances and of wine,
From its charm as the wind blew upon the cups.
نَشوانُdrunk مِنwith تيهِthe conceit of المَلاحَةِbeauty ناعِسُdrowsy الthe
نَشوانُ مِن تيهِ المَلاحَةِ ناعِسُ ال
أَجفانِeyelids فاتِرُهاlanguid in them وَإِنand even if لَمnot يَنعَسِhe dozes
أَجفانِ فاتِرُها وَإِن لَم يَنعَسِ
Drunk on beauty's proud conceit, with drowsy
Pleasure from the fatigue of sailing, sleepy eyelids,
Eyelids, languid even when he does not doze.
Languid, even if not sleepy.
لَمnot يَبقَremained ليfor me أَرَبٌany desire وَلاand no ليfor me لَذَّةٌpleasure
لَم يَبقَ لي أَرَبٌ وَلا لي لَذَّةٌ
بِمُهَفهَفِin a slender one الأَعطافِthe flanks أَلمىdark-lipped أَلعَسِdusky-lipped
بِمُهَفهَفِ الأَعطافِ أَلمى أَلعَسِ
I have no desire left, nor any pleasure
I have no more pleasure, no more joy
In a slender-flanked one with dusky, dark-tinted lips.
With fluttering limbs I found dreary.
لَيسَis not المَقامُthe station مَقامَa station شَيخٍan old man عاجِزٍhelpless
لَيسَ المَقامُ مَقامَ شَيخٍ عاجِزٍ
فيهِin it يُشارُa gesture is made إِلَيهِtoward him أَمرَسَreset the rope! أَمرَسِreset the rope!
فيهِ يُشارُ إِلَيهِ أَمرَسَ أَمرَسِ
This is no station for a helpless old man,
This is no place for an impotent old man
Where they point at him: 'Reset the rope! Reset the rope!'
To whom it is gestured, walk slowly, walk slowly.
وَإِلَيكَand away with you عَنّيfrom me بِالمُدامِwith the wine وَشُربِهاand drinking it
وَإِلَيكَ عَنّي بِالمُدامِ وَشُربِها
صِرفاًunmixed عَلىto الوَتَرِthe string الفَصيحِthe eloquent الأَخرَسِthe voiceless
صِرفاً عَلى الوَتَرِ الفَصيحِ الأَخرَسِ
And away from me with wine and its drinking,
And to you from me is the wine and its drinking
Unmixed, to the eloquent yet voiceless string.
Turning on the eloquent silent string.
وافىcame بِهاwith it مِنfrom صَيدناياSaydnaya بُطرُسُButrus الthe
وافى بِها مِن صَيدنايا بُطرُسُ ال
خَمارِvintner وَهيَand it سَبِيَّةٌa captive مِنfrom جَرجَسِJirjis
خَمارِ وَهيَ سَبِيَّةٌ مِن جَرجَسِ
From Saydnaya came Butrus with it—
It came to us from Sidon’s Peter
The vintner; it was a captive taken from Jirjis.
Sweet wine, a captive from George’s land.
هَيهاتَfar from it! يَأبىrefuses الشُربَdrinking مَنone who فيin قَلبِهِhis heart
هَيهاتَ يَأبى الشُربَ مَن في قَلبِهِ
بَلبالُthe turmoil of هَمٍّworry بِالعِيالِover dependents مُوَسوَسِhaunted by anxious thoughts
بَلبالُ هَمٍّ بِالعِيالِ مُوَسوَسِ
Far from it! He refuses drink whose heart holds
Alas, he who has worries in his heart for his family refuses drink,
The turmoil of obsessive worry over his dependents.
Whispering, concerned for his dependents.
عِنديI have أُوَيلادٌlittle children كَأَفراخِlike chicks of القَطاthe sandgrouse
عِندي أُوَيلادٌ كَأَفراخِ القَطا
إِنif بِنتُI depart عَنهُمfrom them ماnot لَهُمfor them مِنany مُؤنِسِcompanion
إِن بِنتُ عَنهُم ما لَهُم مِن مُؤنِسِ
I have little children like sandgrouse chicks;
I have children like chicks without a mother
If I leave them, they have no companion.
If I neglect them they have no comforter.
اللَهُGod ليfor me وَلَهُمand for them وُجودُthe presence of الأَشرَفِal-Ashraf الthe
اللَهُ لي وَلَهُم وُجودُ الأَشرَفِ ال
مَلِكِking الَّذيwho مِنof جودِهِhis generosity لَمnot أَيأَسِI have despaired
مَلِكِ الَّذي مِن جودِهِ لَم أَيأَسِ
God is my support; theirs is the presence of al-Ashraf,
God is for me and for them, the existence of the noblest king
The king of whose bounty I have not despaired.
From whose generosity I do not despair.
ماnot لَذَّتيmy pleasure إِلّاexcept مَديحُpraise of الأَشرَفِal-Ashraf الthe
ما لَذَّتي إِلّا مَديحُ الأَشرَفِ ال
قَيلِsovereign الغَزيرِabundant in الجودِgenerosity موسىMusa الأَشوَسِthe fierce
قَيلِ الغَزيرِ الجودِ موسى الأَشوَسِ
My only pleasure is praising al-Ashraf,
My only pleasure is praising the noblest,
The sovereign of abundant bounty, fierce Musa.
Words pouring, generous, Moses the valiant.
مِنهُfrom him المَعانيthe meanings وَالمَعاليand the noble attainments وَالقَواand the rhymes (beginning)
مِنهُ المَعاني وَالمَعالي وَالقَوا
فيcompletes 'rhymes' أُلبِسَتwere clothed فيin الدَهرِthe age أَشرَفَthe noblest مَلبَسِgarb
في أُلبِسَت في الدَهرِ أَشرَفَ مَلبَسِ
Through him, meanings, noble attainments, and rhymes
From him meanings and glories and meter
Have been clothed, in this age, in the noblest garb.
That he was clothed in the ages in the noblest dress.
فَكَأَنَّماso as though تَختالُthey strut فيin إِستَبرَقٍheavy silk brocade
فَكَأَنَّما تَختالُ في إِستَبرَقٍ
أَوor عَبقَرِيٍّrich figured cloth أَوor مَلابِسِgarments of سُندُسِfine silk
أَو عَبقَرِيٍّ أَو مَلابِسِ سُندُسِ
It is as though they strut in heavy brocade,
So it is as though he struts about in silk brocade,
Or rich figured cloth, or garments of fine silk.
Abaqari or fine garments of silk.
وَكَأَنَّand as though عَسكَرَهُhis army المَجَرَّةُthe Milky Way أَشبَهَتit resembled
وَكَأَنَّ عَسكَرَهُ المَجَرَّةُ أَشبَهَت
نَهراًa river يَشُقُّcleaving حَديقَةًa garden مِنof نَرجِسِnarcissi
نَهراً يَشُقُّ حَديقَةً مِن نَرجِسِ
And his army seems the Milky Way, resembling
And as though his army resembles
A river cleaving a garden of narcissi.
A river flowing through a garden of narcissus.
وَكَأَنَّهُand as though he بَدرٌa full moon أَضاءَshone بِأَسعُدٍwith auspicious stars
وَكَأَنَّهُ بَدرٌ أَضاءَ بِأَسعُدٍ
بِضِيائِهاwith their radiance هَزَمَتthey defeated ضِياءَthe light of الأَنحُسِthe ill-omened stars
بِضِيائِها هَزَمَت ضِياءَ الأَنحُسِ
And he is like a full moon shining amid auspicious stars,
And as though he is a moon that illuminated with Sa’d
Whose radiance has defeated that of ill-omened stars.
Its light defeating the dimness of misfortune.
مَلِكٌa king تَحولُintervene سُيوفُهُhis swords يَومَon the day of الوَغىbattle
مَلِكٌ تَحولُ سُيوفُهُ يَومَ الوَغى
بَينَbetween الجُسومِthe bodies مِنَof العِداthe foes وَالأَرؤُسِand the heads
بَينَ الجُسومِ مِنَ العِدا وَالأَرؤُسِ
A king whose swords, on the day of battle, come between
A king whose swords on the day of battle
The bodies of his foes and their heads.
Cut between corpses, heads and necks.
كَمhow many رَأسِa head of قِرنٍan opponent قَدَّهُhe split it بِحُسامِهِwith his cutting sword
كَم رَأسِ قِرنٍ قَدَّهُ بِحُسامِهِ
مَعalong with دِرعِهِhis mail وَقِناعِهِand his face-guard وَالقونَسِand the helmet's crown
مَع دِرعِهِ وَقِناعِهِ وَالقونَسِ
How many an opponent's head he cleft with his blade,
How many heads of mighty warriors his sword detached
Together with his mail, his face-guard, and his helmet's crown!
With their armor, helmets and coats of mail.
قَدindeed كانَit was قَبلُbefore خَساًodd-numbered فَغادَرَهُso he left it زَكاًeven-numbered
قَد كانَ قَبلُ خَساً فَغادَرَهُ زَكاً
فَالسَيفُso the sword بَركارٌa drawing compass بِكَفِّin the palm of مُهَندِسِan engineer
فَالسَيفُ بَركارٌ بِكَفِّ مُهَندِسِ
It had been odd before; he left it even:
Formerly it was worthless but it left it refined gold,
The sword is a drawing compass in an engineer's hand.
So the sword is a purifier in the hand of a craftsman.
عَمَّتwere universal وَخَصَّتand particular فيamong الأَنامِhumankind هِباتُهُhis gifts
عَمَّت وَخَصَّت في الأَنامِ هِباتُهُ
فَزَكَتso increased عَلىupon الأَعداءِthe enemies فيin أُقليدِسِEuclid
فَزَكَت عَلى الأَعداءِ في أُقليدِسِ
His gifts among mankind are both general and particular,
His gifts were universal and specialized among the people
And multiplied upon his foes, by Euclid's reckoning.
And excelled over enemies at Ohod.
يَسطوhe assails بِضَربٍwith a blow قاصِلٍsevering بَلrather فاصِلٍdecisive
يَسطو بِضَربٍ قاصِلٍ بَل فاصِلٍ
وَبِطَعنِand with thrusting دِعّيسٍdeep-piercing وَرَميِand shooting مُقَرطِسِhitting the mark
وَبِطَعنِ دِعّيسٍ وَرَميِ مُقَرطِسِ
He assails with a severing blow—nay, a decisive one—
He attacks with decisive, separating blows
With deep-piercing thrusts and shots that strike the mark.
And stabbing strikes, shooting arrows.
وَالنَقعُand the battle-dust لَيلٌnight فيin نَهارٍdaylight شِبهُهُits likeness
وَالنَقعُ لَيلٌ في نَهارٍ شِبهُهُ
زُرقُblue الأَسِنَّةِthe spearheads فيin سَوادِthe blackness of الحِندِسِdeep darkness
زُرقُ الأَسِنَّةِ في سَوادِ الحِندِسِ
The battle-dust is night in daylight; its likeness is
Battle is night amidst day, resembling
Blue spearheads amid pitch-black gloom.
Blue spears amidst the blackness of shields.
مَلِكٌa king إِذاwhen حَلَّassembled المُلوكُthe kings بِمَجلِسٍin an assembly
مَلِكٌ إِذا حَلَّ المُلوكُ بِمَجلِسٍ
يَومَon the day of الفَخارِboasting يَحُلُّhe occupies صَدرَthe foremost seat of المَجلِسِthe assembly
يَومَ الفَخارِ يَحُلُّ صَدرَ المَجلِسِ
A king who, when kings assemble in a council,
A king, when kings gather in council
On the day of boasting, takes the foremost seat.
On the day of pride, he adorns the head of the council.
وَتَوَدُّand desire تيجانُthe crowns of المُلوكِthe kings بِأَسرِهاall of them
وَتَوَدُّ تيجانُ المُلوكِ بِأَسرِها
لَوif only قَبَّلَتthey kissed مِنهُon him مَكانَthe place of القُندُسِthe beaver fur
لَو قَبَّلَت مِنهُ مَكانَ القُندُسِ
And all the crowns of kings would wish
The crowns of all the kings together
To kiss the place of his beaver-fur headdress.
Wish they could kiss his royal turban.
وَكَأَنَّهُand as though he فيin الجَيشِthe army لَيثٌa lion راحَwent فيinto
وَكَأَنَّهُ في الجَيشِ لَيثٌ راحَ في
أَجَمِthickets of الرِماحِthe spears مِنَin السَوابِغِample coats of mail مُكتَسِclad
أَجَمِ الرِماحِ مِنَ السَوابِغِ مُكتَسِ
And in the army he is like a lion going into
And it is as though in the army he is a lion coursing
Thickets of spears, clad in ample coats of mail.
Amidst the dense forest of spears.
خِفناwe feared عَلَيهِfor him مِنَfrom العُيونِthe evil eyes فَرَدَّهاso he repelled them
خِفنا عَلَيهِ مِنَ العُيونِ فَرَدَّها
عَنfrom مَجدِهِhis glory المَجدُal-Majd الوَزيرُthe minister البَهنَسيal-Bahnasi
عَن مَجدِهِ المَجدُ الوَزيرُ البَهنَسي
We feared evil eyes for him; they were warded off
We feared for him from the eyes so he repelled them
From his glory by al-Majd, the minister al-Bahnasi.
Away from his glory, the Minister Bah nasī.
وَهُوَand he اِبنُthe son of مَنone who أَزرىput to shame بِحاتمِin comparison with Hatim طَيِّئٍTayy
وَهُوَ اِبنُ مَن أَزرى بِحاتمِ طَيِّئٍ
جُوداًin generosity وَكانَand was لَدىin matters of التِّراتِvendettas كَبَيهَسِlike Bayhas
جُوداً وَكانَ لَدى التِّراتِ كَبَيهَسِ
And he is the son of one who put Hatim of Tayy to shame
He is the son of one who rivaled Ḥātim aṭ-Ṭāʾī
In generosity, and was like Bayhas in vendettas.
In generosity, and he was at meals like Baihas.
أَمِنَis it part of المُروءةِchivalry أَنthat يُجَعجِعَshould harry ذوone possessing الغِنىwealth
أَمِنَ المُروءةِ أَن يُجَعجِعَ ذو الغِنى
بِالعُنفِwith violence مِنهُfrom him بِذيagainst one with العِيالِdependents المُفلِسِthe penniless one
بِالعُنفِ مِنهُ بِذي العِيالِ المُفلِسِ
Is it chivalry for a wealthy man to harry
Is it of manliness that the wealthy man
With his violence a penniless man with dependents?
Would oppress the poor man with dependents?
صِلَتيmy gift أَتَتcame فَجراًas dawn وَكانَتand had been مَغرِباًsunset
صِلَتي أَتَت فَجراً وَكانَت مَغرِباً
وَكِلاهُماand both of them فيin قَصرِهِhis palace لَمnot تُحبَسِwere withheld
وَكِلاهُما في قَصرِهِ لَم تُحبَسِ
My gift came as dawn, though it had been sunset,
My request came at dawn and was still there at sunset
Yet neither of the two was held back in his palace.
Both held back, not released, in his palace.
فَتَنَغّصَso became bitter المَعروفُthe kindness عِنديfor me وَاِنثَنىand turned
فَتَنَغّصَ المَعروفُ عِندي وَاِنثَنى
كَالوَردِlike the rose شيبَwas mixed نَسيمُهُits fragrance بِالكُندُسِwith sneezing powder
كَالوَردِ شيبَ نَسيمُهُ بِالكُندُسِ
So kindness became bitter to me, and turned
So kindness soured for me and bent over
Like a rose whose fragrance was mixed with sneezing powder,
Like roses, its breeze aged with musk.
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen ماindeed شَمَّهُsmelled it مُستَنشِقٌone taking a sniff
حَتّى إِذا ما شَمَّهُ مُستَنشِقٌ
كادَalmost العُطاسُthe sneezing يَفُضُّshatters عَظمَthe bone of المَعطِسِthe nose
كادَ العُطاسُ يَفُضُّ عَظمَ المَعطِسِ
Until, whenever someone took a sniff of it,
Until when smelled by one who sniffs
The sneeze almost shattered the bone of his nose.
Sneezing almost ruptured the sneezer’s backbone.
واهاًalas! لِدُنياناfor our world الغَرورِthe deceitful فَإِنَّهاfor indeed it
واهاً لِدُنيانا الغَرورِ فَإِنَّها
قَسَماًI swear لَأَخوَنُsurely more treacherous لِلوَرىto humankind مِنthan مُومِسِa harlot
قَسَماً لَأَخوَنُ لِلوَرى مِن مُومِسِ
Alas for our deceitful world! For it is,
Oh what a deceitful world! It is oath-sworn
I swear, more faithless to humankind than a harlot:
As a sister to the honest, then a slovenly cheat.
غَدّارَةٌtreacherous بِالأَشوَسِto the fierce one الرِّئبالِthe lion ثُمthen (beginning)
غَدّارَةٌ بِالأَشوَسِ الرِّئبالِ ثُم
مَcompletes 'then' الأَطلَسِthe gray wolf العَسّالِthe loping وَالمُتَطَلّسِand the stealthy thief
مَ الأَطلَسِ العَسّالِ وَالمُتَطَلّسِ
Treacherous to the fierce lion, and then
And to the most noble king, son of the just,
To the gray, loping wolf, and the stealthy thief.
Undefeated, Mansur, problems brought to the catamite,
وَإِلىand toward المَليكِthe king الأَشرَفِal-Ashraf اِبنِson of العادلal-Adil الthe
وَإِلى المَليكِ الأَشرَفِ اِبنِ العادل ال
مَنصورِMansur جُبتُI traversed مَهامِهاًwildernesses بِالعِرمِسِon a sturdy she-camel
مَنصورِ جُبتُ مَهامِهاً بِالعِرمِسِ
And toward King al-Ashraf, son of al-Adil
He is the thick-lipped disk of deliverance, a wrap
Al-Mansur, I crossed wildernesses on a sturdy she-camel,
That folds the cheekbones in the plush,
هَوجاءُheadlong مِرقالُswift-striding النَجاءِspeed شِمِلَّةٌnimble
هَوجاءُ مِرقالُ النَجاءِ شِمِلَّةٌ
تَطِسُcrushes الأَكامَthe hillocks بِوَخدِهاwith her rapid stride فيin البَسبَسِthe wasteland
تَطِسُ الأَكامَ بِوَخدِها في البَسبَسِ
Headlong, swift-striding, fleet and nimble,
I kindled a fire for Moses, crouching by it
Crushing hillocks with her rapid stride through the wasteland.
And that fire has not been lit before like it.
إِنّيindeed I عَشَوتُmade for by night لِنارِtoward the fire of موسىMusa قابِساًseeking a firebrand
إِنّي عَشَوتُ لِنارِ موسى قابِساً
وَلَتِلكَand surely that نارٌa fire مِثلُهاits like لَمnot يُقبَسِwas borrowed for fire
وَلَتِلكَ نارٌ مِثلُها لَم يُقبَسِ
I made for Musa's fire, seeking a firebrand,
How many white hands, no evil in them
And that is a fire whose like no one has ever borrowed.
Laughed at Moses though he was not frowning.
كَمhow many مِنa يَدٍhand بَيضاءَwhite لاno سوءٌblemish بِهاin it
كَم مِن يَدٍ بَيضاءَ لا سوءٌ بِها
ضَحِكَتsmiled لِموسىupon Musa وَهوَand he غَيرُnot مُعَبِّسِfrowning
ضَحِكَت لِموسى وَهوَ غَيرُ مُعَبِّسِ
How many a white hand, with no blemish upon it,
A shining full moon, and his gifts are
Has smiled upon Musa, while he did not frown!
At the peak of eternal, lofty glory.
بَدرٌa full moon مُنيرٌradiant وَالبُدورُand the full moons هِباتُهُhis gifts
بَدرٌ مُنيرٌ وَالبُدورُ هِباتُهُ
فيat ذُروَةِthe pinnacle of المَجدِglory الأَثيلِdeep-rooted الأَقعَسِunyielding
في ذُروَةِ المَجدِ الأَثيلِ الأَقعَسِ
A radiant full moon, and full moons are his gifts,
Questioner joking the day its arrogance swaggered
At the pinnacle of ancient, unyielding glory.
With conceit and haughtiness.
سائِلask خَلاطَKhilat بِهِabout him غَداةَon the morning تَنَمَّرَتturned tiger-fierce
سائِل خَلاطَ بِهِ غَداةَ تَنَمَّرَت
مُرّادُهاits rebels بِتَغَشمُرٍwith brutality وَتَغَطرُسِand arrogance
مُرّادُها بِتَغَشمُرٍ وَتَغَطرُسِ
Ask Khilat about him, that morning when they turned tiger-fierce—
A king who shot its towers with his soldiers
Its rebels, with brutality and arrogance.
And it bowed upon the hilltops like an old ruin.
مَلِكٌa king رَمىhurled بِجُنودِهِwith his troops أَبراجَهاits towers
مَلِكٌ رَمى بِجُنودِهِ أَبراجَها
فَكَبَتso they fell عَلىupon الأَذقانِthe chins كَبوَthe stumble of المعتَسِthe night-wanderer
فَكَبَت عَلى الأَذقانِ كَبوَ المعتَسِ
A king who hurled his troops against its towers,
They split apart and rebelled so Moses came to them
And they fell on their chins like a stumbling night-wanderer.
And destroyed each rebellious Pharaoh.
شَقّواthey split العَصاthe staff وَتَفَرعَنواand played Pharaohs فَأَتاهُمُso he came to them
شَقّوا العَصا وَتَفَرعَنوا فَأَتاهُمُ
موسىMusa فَأَهلَكَso he destroyed كُلَّevery فِرعَونٍPharaoh مُسيevildoing
موسى فَأَهلَكَ كُلَّ فِرعَونٍ مُسي
They split the staff of unity and played Pharaohs; then came to them
They went astray! Alas how they stumbled
Musa, who then destroyed every evildoing Pharaoh.
And their feet slipped into the heads.
هُمthey أَوضَعواraced onward ياO وَيحَهُمalas for them! فيin غَيِّهِمtheir error
هُم أَوضَعوا يا وَيحَهُم في غَيِّهِم
فَتَعَثَّرَتso stumbled أَقدامُهُمtheir feet فيover الأَرؤُسِthe heads
فَتَعَثَّرَت أَقدامُهُم في الأَرؤُسِ
They raced on—alas for them!—in their error,
So the mixed-up one earthquake its gates
And their feet stumbled over heads.
Until Mardeen to the islands of Cyprus.
فَخِلاطُso Khilat زَلزَلَshook فَتحُهاits conquest الأَرضينthe lands حَتas far as (beginning)
فَخِلاطُ زَلزَلَ فَتحُها الأَرضين حَت
تَىcompletes 'as far as' ماردينَMardin إِلىto جَزائِرِthe isles of قُبرُسِCyprus
تَى ماردينَ إِلى جَزائِرِ قُبرُسِ
So Khilat's conquest shook the lands, as far as
It is said his sword shredded their brains
Mardin, and on to the isles of Cyprus.
In a fortress of his might, unguarded.
قَيلٌa sovereign أَطارَsent flying بِسَيفِهِwith his sword هاماتِهِمtheir heads
قَيلٌ أَطارَ بِسَيفِهِ هاماتِهِم
فيin قَلعَةٍa fortress مِنfrom بَأسِهِhis might لَمnot تُحرَسِwas protected
في قَلعَةٍ مِن بَأسِهِ لَم تُحرَسِ
A sovereign who sent their heads flying with his sword,
Until the foundation of solid kingdom was settled
In a fortress unprotected against his might,
With clear victory and triumph, founded.
حَتّىuntil اِستَقَرَّbecame established بِناءُthe edifice of مُلكٍa kingdom ثابِتٍfirm
حَتّى اِستَقَرَّ بِناءُ مُلكٍ ثابِتٍ
بِالفَتحِwith conquest وَالنَصرِand victory المُبينِmanifest مُؤَسَّسِfounded
بِالفَتحِ وَالنَصرِ المُبينِ مُؤَسَّسِ
Until the edifice of a firm kingdom stood secure,
So the sons of Abu Bakr are kings of Shaam and the world
Founded on conquest and manifest victory.
Entirely and Bayt Al-Maqdis.
فَبَنوso the sons of أَبيAbu بَكرٍBakr مُلوكُthe kings of الشامِSyria وَالدand the world (beginning)
فَبَنو أَبي بَكرٍ مُلوكُ الشامِ وَالد
دُنياcompletes 'world' بِأَجمَعِهاin its entirety وَبَيتِand the House of المَقدِسِthe Holy (Jerusalem)
دُنيا بِأَجمَعِها وَبَيتِ المَقدِسِ
So the sons of Abu Bakr are kings of Syria and the world,
They are the kings, none are kings but them,
All of it, and of Jerusalem.
Their lineage pure, from good stock.
فَهُمُfor they المُلوكُthe kings وَلاand no مُلوكَkings سِواهُمُbesides them
فَهُمُ المُلوكُ وَلا مُلوكَ سِواهُمُ
طابَتwere sweet مَجانيهِمtheir harvested fruits لِطيبِbecause of the goodness of المَغرِسِthe planting-ground
طابَت مَجانيهِم لِطيبِ المَغرِسِ
For they are the kings; there are no kings besides them.
A king, when his sons pride themselves on him
Sweet are their harvests, for good is their planting-ground.
Among the kings, while all remain silent.
مَلِكٌa king إِذاwhen اِفتَخَرَتboasted بِهِof him أَبناؤُهُhis sons
مَلِكٌ إِذا اِفتَخَرَت بِهِ أَبناؤُهُ
بَينَamong المُلوكِthe kings فَكُلُّهُمthen all of them لَمnot يَنبِسِuttered a word
بَينَ المُلوكِ فَكُلُّهُم لَم يَنبِسِ
A king whose sons, when they boast of him
Their kingdom remains theirs, for as long as
Among kings, leave every one of those kings speechless.
The spheres revolve in the compassing sphere.
لاmay not زالَcease مُلكُهُمُtheir kingdom لَهُمto belong to them ماas long as دارَتِrevolved الthe
لا زالَ مُلكُهُمُ لَهُم ما دارَتِ ال
أَفلاكُcelestial spheres فيwithin الفَلَكِthe sphere المُحيطِthe encompassing الأَطلَسِthe starless
أَفلاكُ في الفَلَكِ المُحيطِ الأَطلَسِ
May their kingdom remain theirs as long as
The celestial spheres turn within the encompassing, starless sphere.
Partial English translation: 92 of 94 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1