ماwhat اِبيَضَّhas whitened مِنof لَونِthe color of العَوارِضِthe beard's sides أَفضَلُis better
ما اِبيَضَّ مِن لَونِ العَوارِضِ أَفضَلُ
وَهَوىand the desire of الفَتىthe young man ذاكَthat البَياضُwhiteness الأَوَّلُthe first
وَهَوى الفَتى ذاكَ البَياضُ الأَوَّلُ
The whiteness that comes to the beard's sides is better;
No color whiter than the cheeks’
yet a young man's desire is that first whiteness.
The youth fell for that first whiteness
مِثلانِtwo alike ذاthis حَربُthe foe of المَلامِblame وَذاand this لَهُhas
مِثلانِ ذا حَربُ المَلامِ وَذا لَهُ
سَبَبٌa cause يُعاوِنُthat assists مَنwhoever يَلومُblames وَيَعذُلُand reproaches
سَبَبٌ يُعاوِنُ مَن يَلومُ وَيَعذُلُ
They are alike: one is blame's foe, while the other has
We were alike - fighting blame, and for him
a cause that aids whoever blames and reproaches.
A reason, aiding whoever blames and dispraises
أَرنوI gaze إِلىat يَقَقِthe pure whiteness of المَشيبِgray hair فَلاso not أَرىI see
أَرنو إِلى يَقَقِ المَشيبِ فَلا أَرى
إِلّاexcept قَواضِبَcutting swords لِلرِقابِfor the necks تُسَلَّلُbeing drawn
إِلّا قَواضِبَ لِلرِقابِ تُسَلَّلُ
I gaze at the pure whiteness of gray hair and see nothing
I look to the thickening of white hair, I see nothing
but cutting swords being drawn against necks.
But nooses on necks creeping
وَاللِمَّةُand the shoulder-length hair البَيضاءُthe white أَهوَنُthe slightest حادِثٍmisfortune
وَاللِمَّةُ البَيضاءُ أَهوَنُ حادِثٍ
فيin الدَهرِtime لَوif أَنَّthat الرَدىdeath لاnot يَعجِلُhastens
في الدَهرِ لَو أَنَّ الرَدى لا يَعجِلُ
White shoulder-length hair is the least of misfortunes
And the white mark, a slight misfortune
in time, if only death did not hasten.
If only destiny does not hasten
وَلَقَدand indeed حَمَلتُI have borne شَبابَهاits youth وَمَشيبَهاand its grayness
وَلَقَد حَمَلتُ شَبابَها وَمَشيبَها
فَإِذاthen behold المَشيبُgrayness عَلىon الذَوائِبِthe locks أَثقَلُis heavier
فَإِذا المَشيبُ عَلى الذَوائِبِ أَثقَلُ
I have borne its youth and its grayness,
I carried its youth and white hair
and behold, grayness is heavier upon the locks.
Yet white hair weighs down more on the chins
إِنّيindeed I غُرِرتُwas deceived مِنَby الهَوىpassion فَشَرِبتُهُso I drank it
إِنّي غُرِرتُ مِنَ الهَوى فَشَرِبتُهُ
لَمdid not أَدرِknow أَنَّthat عَقيبَfollowing شُربِيَmy drinking حَنظَلُcolocynth
لَم أَدرِ أَنَّ عَقيبَ شُربِيَ حَنظَلُ
I was deceived by passion, and so I drank it;
I was tempted by passion and drank it
I did not know colocynth would follow my draught.
Unaware that bitterness followed my drinking
وَعَلِمتُand I learned أَنَّthat وَرايَahead of me أَطوَلَa longer سَكرَةٍstupor
وَعَلِمتُ أَنَّ وَرايَ أَطوَلَ سَكرَةٍ
مِمّاthan what أُعَلُّI am given a second draught مِنَof الغَرامِpassion وَأُنهَلُand given a first draught
مِمّا أُعَلُّ مِنَ الغَرامِ وَأُنهَلُ
And I learned that a longer stupor lay ahead of me
And I knew what intoxication comes after
than the passion I am given to drink, draught upon draught.
Is lengthier than my fervor and deeper draughts
عَجَباًhow astonishing لِمَنat whoever يَلقىmeets الهَوىpassion بِفُؤادِهِwith his heart
عَجَباً لِمَن يَلقى الهَوى بِفُؤادِهِ
عَجلانَhastily وَهوَwhile he مِنَof التَجَلُّدِfortitude أَعزَلُis unarmed
عَجلانَ وَهوَ مِنَ التَجَلُّدِ أَعزَلُ
How strange is one who meets passion with his heart
Wondrous! One who meets passion with his heart
in haste, unarmed with fortitude!
Hasty, while most patient and steadfast of all
إِنif لاnot يُعَرِّضhe exposes لِلذَوابِلِto slender spears قَلبَهُhis heart
إِن لا يُعَرِّض لِلذَوابِلِ قَلبَهُ
إِنَّindeed الطِعانَspear-thrusts مِنَthan البَلابِلِanguish أَسهَلُare easier
إِنَّ الطِعانَ مِنَ البَلابِلِ أَسهَلُ
If he does not expose his heart to slender spears—
One who does not expose his heart to piercing
indeed, spear-thrusts are easier than anguish.
Arrows find the stabs of calamities gentler
الآنَnow جَلَّلَنيhas clothed me الوَقارُdignity رِداءَهُits mantle
الآنَ جَلَّلَني الوَقارُ رِداءَهُ
وَاِنجابَand parted عَنfrom عَينَيَّmy eyes ذاكَthat الغَيطَلُdense darkness
وَاِنجابَ عَن عَينَيَّ ذاكَ الغَيطَلُ
Now dignity has clothed me in its mantle,
Now dignity cloaks me in its gown
and that dense darkness has lifted from my eyes.
And distracted me from that coquetry
وَنَزَعتُand I cast off وَجداًlonging كانَthat was يَشمَخُrising proudly كُلَّماwhenever
وَنَزَعتُ وَجداً كانَ يَشمَخُ كُلَّما
أَغرىincited المَلامُreproof بِهِagainst it وَلَجَّand persisted العُذَّلُthe reproachers
أَغرى المَلامُ بِهِ وَلَجَّ العُذَّلُ
And I cast off a longing that rose in pride whenever
I shook off fervor which grew bolder
reproof stirred hostility against it and the reproachers persisted.
Whenever blame enticed it and dispraise enveloped
أَناI مَنthe one whom عَلِمتَyou have known وَلَيسَand not يُطفِىءُquenches سَطوَتيmy might
أَنا مَن عَلِمتَ وَلَيسَ يُطفِىءُ سَطوَتي
غُلَواءُthe excesses of مَنwhoever يَطغىacts tyrannically إِلَيَّtoward me وَيَجهَلُand acts foolishly
غُلَواءُ مَن يَطغى إِلَيَّ وَيَجهَلُ
I am the man you know; my might is not quenched by
I am he whom you knew, and none can extinguish my domination
the excesses of anyone who tyrannizes against me and acts foolishly.
Not even the injustice of one who transgresses against me, ignorant
يُغضيlowers his eyes العَدوُّthe enemy إِذاwhen طَلَعتُI appear وَقَلبُهُand his heart
يُغضي العَدوُّ إِذا طَلَعتُ وَقَلبُهُ
يَغليboils عَلَيهِover it مِنَof الضَغائِنِhatreds مِرجَلُa cauldron
يَغلي عَلَيهِ مِنَ الضَغائِنِ مِرجَلُ
The enemy lowers his eyes when I appear, and his heart—
The enemy’s eye dims when I appear
a cauldron of hatreds boils over it.
His heart boiling with resentments like embers
وَيُزيغُنيand tries to divert me عَمّاfrom what أُجِنُّI conceal مُخاتِلاًdeceitfully
وَيُزيغُني عَمّا أُجِنُّ مُخاتِلاً
وَالأَورَقُand the gray wolf العاديُّthe marauding لاdoes not يَتَزَلزَلُwaver
وَالأَورَقُ العاديُّ لا يَتَزَلزَلُ
He tries deceitfully to turn me from what I conceal,
He would distract me from my purpose, evading
but the marauding gray wolf does not waver.
Yet the sturdy, smooth spear cannot waver
أَجلوI bare عَلَيهِto him ناجِذيmy back tooth وَلَوِand if اِجتَلىhe beheld
أَجلو عَلَيهِ ناجِذي وَلَوِ اِجتَلى
ماwhat بَينَis between أَضلاعيmy ribs لَباتَhe would spend the night يُقَلقِلُtrembling
ما بَينَ أَضلاعي لَباتَ يُقَلقِلُ
I bare my back tooth at him; yet if he could see
I revealed my incisors, and if he faced me
what lies between my ribs, he would spend the night trembling.
He would spend the night restless, writhing in pain
فَعَلامَso why أُزجَرُam I checked بِالوَعيدِwith threats وَأَجتَريand I dare
فَعَلامَ أُزجَرُ بِالوَعيدِ وَأَجتَري
وَإِلامَand how long أَطلُبُdo I seek بِالدُخولِfor admittance وَأُمطَلُand am put off
وَإِلامَ أَطلُبُ بِالدُخولِ وَأُمطَلُ
Why, then, am I checked with threats, though I am bold?
Why then do I threaten or attack in vain,
And how long shall I seek admittance, only to be put off?
What do I seek by entry or withdrawal?
ماwhat ليails me قَنِعتُI was content كَأَنَّas though لَيسَnot مُهَنَّديmy Indian sword
ما لي قَنِعتُ كَأَنَّ لَيسَ مُهَنَّدي
بِيَديin my hand وَلاand not جَدّيmy forefather النَبِيُّthe Prophet المُرسَلُthe commissioned
بِيَدي وَلا جَدّي النَبِيُّ المُرسَلُ
Why have I been content, as though my Indian sword were not
I was not content, as if my ancestor
in my hand, nor the commissioned Prophet my forefather?
Were not the prophet, the messenger sent
فَلَآخُذَنَّso I shall surely take مِنَfrom الزَمانِtime غُلُبَّةًby force
فَلَآخُذَنَّ مِنَ الزَمانِ غُلُبَّةً
حَقّيmy right وَأَمنَعُand I shall withhold ماwhat أَشاءُI wish وَأَبذُلُand I shall give
حَقّي وَأَمنَعُ ما أَشاءُ وَأَبذُلُ
I shall surely wrest from time, by force,
I will seize supremacy over time
my right, and withhold what I wish, and give.
My right, forbid what I wish, spend what I please
وَلَأَدخُلَنَّand I shall surely enter عَلىupon النِساءِthe women خُدورَهاtheir secluded chambers
وَلَأَدخُلَنَّ عَلى النِساءِ خُدورَها
وَاليَومَand the day لَيلٌnight بِالعَجاجَةِbecause of the dust-cloud أَليَلُdarker still
وَاليَومَ لَيلٌ بِالعَجاجَةِ أَليَلُ
I shall surely enter the women's secluded chambers,
I will enter the homes of women
while day is a night made darker by the dust-cloud:
And today darkness is deeper with clouds
مُتَضايِقٌconstricted يَدعوsummons القَريبَthose nearby ضَجاجُهُits clamor
مُتَضايِقٌ يَدعو القَريبَ ضَجاجُهُ
أَبَداًunceasingly وَيَلمَعُand flashes بِالبَعيدِbefore those afar القَسطَلُthe dust-cloud
أَبَداً وَيَلمَعُ بِالبَعيدِ القَسطَلُ
a constricted day whose clamor calls those nearby
The desperate calls out his near while the deluded
unceasingly, while the dust-cloud flashes before those afar.
Yearns for the distant, deceived star
وَعَلَيَّand upon me أَنthat يَطَأَtread upon العِراقَIraq وَأَهلَهاand its people
وَعَلَيَّ أَن يَطَأَ العِراقَ وَأَهلَها
يَومٌa day أَغَرُّwhite-blazed مِنَwith الدِماءِblood مُحَجَّلُmarked at the feet
يَومٌ أَغَرُّ مِنَ الدِماءِ مُحَجَّلُ
It is my charge that Iraq and its people be trodden by
It is incumbent on me to tread on Iraq and its people
a white-blazed day, its fetlocks marked with blood.
A day redder than blood, armed
يَومٌa day تَزِلُّslip بِهِin it القُلوبُhearts مِنَfrom الرَدىdeath
يَومٌ تَزِلُّ بِهِ القُلوبُ مِنَ الرَدى
جَزَعاًin terror وَأَحرىand likelier أَنthat تَزِلَّslip الأَرجُلُthe feet
جَزَعاً وَأَحرى أَن تَزِلَّ الأَرجُلُ
A day on which hearts slip at death
A day when hearts slip away in fear of fate
in terror—and feet are likelier still to slip.
And feet should slip even more in dread
وَعَجاجَةٍand a dust-cloud تَلقىmeets السَماءَthe sky بِمِثلِهاwith its equal
وَعَجاجَةٍ تَلقى السَماءَ بِمِثلِها
عِظَماًin vastness كَماas مَدَّstretched الغَمامُthe clouds المُثقَلُthe laden
عِظَماً كَما مَدَّ الغَمامُ المُثقَلُ
And a dust-cloud that meets the sky, matching it
With clouds reaching equally high
in vastness, as the laden clouds stretch out.
As if the laden clouds stretched
لَوif شامَdrew forth موسىMoses كَفَّهُhis hand فيin لَيلِهاits night
لَو شامَ موسى كَفَّهُ في لَيلِها
خَفيَwould be hidden البَياضِthe whiteness عَلىfrom الَّذيwhoever يَتَأَمَّلُlooks closely
خَفيَ البَياضِ عَلى الَّذي يَتَأَمَّلُ
If Moses drew forth his hand in its night,
Had Moses glimpsed its night with his palm
its whiteness would be hidden from anyone who looked.
The whiteness would conceal even deep examination
طَلَبَthe pursuit of العُلىgreatness وَالجَدُّand striving فيهِfor it مِنَis among العُلىgreatness
طَلَبَ العُلى وَالجَدُّ فيهِ مِنَ العُلى
وَإِلىand toward المَرامِthe goal نَأىis distant وَطالَand is long تَغَلغُلُpressing deep
وَإِلى المَرامِ نَأى وَطالَ تَغَلغُلُ
The pursuit of greatness, and striving for it, are greatness;
He sought loftiness, and seriousness toward the loftiness,
and the way to the goal is a deep advance, distant and long.
Keep away from the goal, persisting in struggle
فَاِعزِمso resolve فَلَيسَfor there is not عَلَيكَrequired of you إِلّاexcept عَزمَةٌone resolve
فَاِعزِم فَلَيسَ عَلَيكَ إِلّا عَزمَةٌ
وَالعَجزُand helplessness عُنوانٌa hallmark لِمَنof whoever يَتَوَكَّلُrelies on fate
وَالعَجزُ عُنوانٌ لِمَن يَتَوَكَّلُ
So resolve: all that is required of you is one firm resolve;
Be determined - nothing left but determination
helplessness is the hallmark of one who relies on fate.
Incapacity the mark of one who depends
أَوor حَمِّلِload اللَومَblame القَضاءَonto fate فَإِنَّهُfor it
أَو حَمِّلِ اللَومَ القَضاءَ فَإِنَّهُ
عَودٌa mature camel لِأَثقالِfor the burdens of المَلامِreproof مُذَلَّلُtamed
عَودٌ لِأَثقالِ المَلامِ مُذَلَّلُ
Or load the blame upon fate, for it is
Or blame fate, for it is
a seasoned camel, tamed to bear the burdens of reproof.
A rod leveling the blame heaped
وَيُجيرُand shields مِنfrom عَوراءِthe disgrace of هَمِّكَyour care سابِحٌa swift steed
وَيُجيرُ مِن عَوراءِ هَمِّكَ سابِحٌ
أَوor صارِمٌa keen sword أَوor ذابِلٌa slender spear أَوor مِقوَلُan eloquent tongue
أَو صارِمٌ أَو ذابِلٌ أَو مِقوَلُ
A swift steed shields you from your cares' disgrace,
A swimmer, horseman, languid or spoken
or a keen sword, or a slender spear, or an eloquent tongue.
May provide cover during your concerns
لاdo not تُحدِثَنever entertain طَمَعاًambition وَجَدُّكَwhile your fortune مُدبِرٌrecedes
لا تُحدِثَن طَمَعاً وَجَدُّكَ مُدبِرٌ
وَاِطلُبand seek مَدىthe farthest reach of الدُنياthe world وَجَدُّكَwhile your fortune مُقبِلُadvances
وَاِطلُب مَدى الدُنيا وَجَدُّكَ مُقبِلُ
Do not entertain ambition while your fortune recedes;
Do not create hope while your fervor retreats
seek the world's farthest reach while your fortune advances.
And seek the life of the world while desire comes
وَاِعقِلand bind رَجاءَكَyour hope بِالحُسَينِto al-Husayn فَإِنَّهُfor he
وَاِعقِل رَجاءَكَ بِالحُسَينِ فَإِنَّهُ
حَرَمٌa sanctuary يُذِمُّgranting protection مِنَfrom الزَمانِtime وَمَعقِلُand a fortress
حَرَمٌ يُذِمُّ مِنَ الزَمانِ وَمَعقِلُ
Bind your hope to al-Husayn, for he is
Tether your hopes to the excellent
a sanctuary granting shelter from time, and a fortress.
Sanctum diminishing the times, and stronghold
جَذلانَjoyful تَقطُرُdrip نِعمَةًbounty أَيّامُهُhis days
جَذلانَ تَقطُرُ نِعمَةً أَيّامُهُ
لِلطالِبينَfor the seekers فَراغِبٌso, one desirous وَمُؤَمِّلُand one hopeful
لِلطالِبينَ فَراغِبٌ وَمُؤَمِّلُ
Joyful, his days drip bounty
Generous hands from which his days drip
for seekers—those desirous and those hopeful.
Favors for seekers, hopeful and expectant
ماضيkeen in المَقالِspeech يَكادُalmost مِنfrom تَطبيقِهِhis striking home
ماضي المَقالِ يَكادُ مِن تَطبيقِهِ
يَومَon the day of الجِدالِdebate يَئِنُّgroans مِنهُfrom it المَفصِلُthe joint
يَومَ الجِدالِ يَئِنُّ مِنهُ المَفصِلُ
Keen in speech, his striking home almost makes
My words nearly crumple, when applied
the joint itself groan beneath it on the day of debate.
On the day of trial, from their precision
غَيرِnot المُعاجِلِthe hasty one بِالعِقابِwith punishment إِذاwhen هَفاa lapse occurs
غَيرِ المُعاجِلِ بِالعِقابِ إِذا هَفا
جُرمٌan offense وَيَسبُقُand takes the lead بِالعَطاءِin giving وَيَعجَلُand hastens
جُرمٌ وَيَسبُقُ بِالعَطاءِ وَيَعجَلُ
Never hasty with punishment when
He does not hastily punish a crime, once it wanes,
a wrong occurs, he is first and swift in giving.
And is quick to bestow, hastening
ضِرغامِa lion of هَيجاءٍbattle كَفاهُit suffices him بِأَنَّهُthat he
ضِرغامِ هَيجاءٍ كَفاهُ بِأَنَّهُ
عِندَamid القَواضِبِcutting swords وَالقَناand spears بيthrough me مُشبِلُhas a cub
عِندَ القَواضِبِ وَالقَنا بي مُشبِلُ
A lion of battle: it suffices him that
The confusion of stirring up turmoil, it is enough
amid cutting swords and spears, he has me as his cub.
To be near destruction and the writhing of agony
نَستَعطِفُwe coax back الأَمرَthe affair المُوَلّيthe retreating بِاِسمِهِby his name
نَستَعطِفُ الأَمرَ المُوَلّي بِاِسمِهِ
فَيَعودُso it returns أَوor نَدعوwe summon العَلاءَhigh rank فَيُقبِلُso it approaches
فَيَعودُ أَو نَدعو العَلاءَ فَيُقبِلُ
We coax back a retreating affair with his name,
We appeal to authority by his name
and it returns; or we summon high rank, and it comes.
And it responds, or we call the Most High, and He comes
وَلَرُبَّand many a يَومٍday قَدindeed مَلَأتَyou have filled فُروجَهُits gaps
وَلَرُبَّ يَومٍ قَد مَلَأتَ فُروجَهُ
خَيلاًhorses تَدَرَّعُarmoring themselves بِالغُبارِin dust وَتُرقِلُand trotting swiftly
خَيلاً تَدَرَّعُ بِالغُبارِ وَتُرقِلُ
Many a day you have filled its gaps
And perhaps one day, you filled its expanse
with horses armored in dust and trotting swiftly,
With steeds clad in dust, milling about
وَفَوارِساًand horsemen يَتَزاحَمونَjostling عَلىtoward الرَدىdeath
وَفَوارِساً يَتَزاحَمونَ عَلى الرَدى
نَهلاًfor a first draught وَقَدwhile indeed عَزَّwas scarce البَرودُthe cool drink السَلسَلُthe smooth-flowing
نَهلاً وَقَد عَزَّ البَرودُ السَلسَلُ
and horsemen jostling toward death
And horsemen vying over bodies
for a first draught, when cool, flowing water was scarce.
Stabbing them, while the cutting blades are scarce
مِنof كُلِّevery أَروَعَawe-inspiring man ماجِدٍnoble فيin كَفِّهِhis palm
مِن كُلِّ أَروَعَ ماجِدٍ في كَفِّهِ
قَلَقٌa restless blade هَتوفٌcalling aloud بِالمَنونِfor death وَمَعوِلُand wailing
قَلَقٌ هَتوفٌ بِالمَنونِ وَمَعوِلُ
Each an awe-inspiring, noble man, in whose hand
In each valiant hand, anxiety waving
a restless blade cries out for death and wails.
His death flag, and tools of annihilation -
ضَرباًstriking كَأَشداقِlike the mouths of الهِجانِthe purebred camels رَواغِياًbellowing
ضَرباً كَأَشداقِ الهِجانِ رَواغِياً
وَوَغىًand battle-roar كَماas اِضطَرَمَblazed الأَباءُthe reeds المُشعَلُthe kindled
وَوَغىً كَما اِضطَرَمَ الأَباءُ المُشعَلُ
With blows like the mouths of bellowing purebred camels,
Blows like the cheeks of warriors, faces distorted
and battle-roar like kindled reeds ablaze,
Tumult as fierce as the ignited inferno
وَعُيونَand gaping openings طَعنٍof spear-thrusts كَالعُيونِlike springs يَمُدُّهاfeeds them
وَعُيونَ طَعنٍ كَالعُيونِ يَمُدُّها
ماءٌwater مَذانِبُهُits channels العُروقُthe veins الذُبَّلُthe withered
ماءٌ مَذانِبُهُ العُروقُ الذُبَّلُ
and spear-wounds like springs, fed
Eyes of piercing like eyes it sends forth
by water whose channels are the withered veins.
Water whose veins have shriveled
مِنfrom كُلِّevery شَوهاءَhideous wound الضُلوعِof ribs مُثيرُهاits maker
مِن كُلِّ شَوهاءَ الضُلوعِ مُثيرُها
مُتَعَوِّذٌseeking refuge وَالناظِرُand the observer المُتَأَمِّلُwho looks closely
مُتَعَوِّذٌ وَالناظِرُ المُتَأَمِّلُ
From every hideous, rib-baring wound, its maker
Out of every horrible gash in the ribs, it’s cause
seeks refuge, as does the observer who looks closely.
A hostage-taker, and an onlooker examining
شَهّاقَةٍdeep-gaping تَدِقُrains النَجيعَgore وَتَنطَويand are enfolded
شَهّاقَةٍ تَدِقُ النَجيعَ وَتَنطَوي
فيهاwithin it المَسائِلُthe probes أَوor تَضَلُّare lost الأُنمُلُthe fingertips
فيها المَسائِلُ أَو تَضَلُّ الأُنمُلُ
A deep, gaping wound that rains gore, and folded away
Voracious in consuming the soft internal organs
within it are probes, or fingertips are lost.
Gathering inquiries, or losing fingers
يَنزوspurts لَهاfrom it عَلَقٌclotted blood تُمُطِّقَit smacks its lips خَلفَهُafter it
يَنزو لَها عَلَقٌ تُمُطِّقَ خَلفَهُ
أَوor عانِدٌan unchecked stream يَلقىmeets النَواظِرَthe eyes شَلشَلُcascading
أَو عانِدٌ يَلقى النَواظِرَ شَلشَلُ
Clotted blood spurts from it, and it smacks its lips in its wake,
There descends to it soft things it chews after
or an unchecked stream meets the eyes, cascading.
Or a challenger meeting stares askance
وَلَدَيكَand you possess إِنif طَمَحَgrows ambitious العَدوُّthe enemy صَوارِمٌkeen swords
وَلَدَيكَ إِن طَمَحَ العَدوُّ صَوارِمٌ
تُدمىbloody عَرانينَthe noses of العِداthe enemies وَتُذَلِّلُand humble
تُدمى عَرانينَ العِدا وَتُذَلِّلُ
You have, should the enemy grow ambitious, keen swords
While you - should the enemy aspire - have swords
that bloody the enemies' noses and humble them.
That bloody the foe’s forearms and humble them
كَالنارِlike fire ماnot يَسأَلنَthey ask غَيرَother than ضَريبَةٍa target
كَالنارِ ما يَسأَلنَ غَيرَ ضَريبَةٍ
وَالسَيفُand the sword أَعلىthe highest مَنof those who يَجودُgive generously وَيُسأَلُand are petitioned
وَالسَيفُ أَعلى مَن يَجودُ وَيُسأَلُ
Like fire, they ask for nothing but a target;
Like fire that requires no more than a slight
the sword is highest among givers and those petitioned.
While the sword is loftier to give and is asked
يُستَبهَمُbecomes inscrutable الأَمرُthe affair الفَظيعُthe dreadful فَلاso not تَرىyou see
يُستَبهَمُ الأَمرُ الفَظيعُ فَلا تَرى
إِلّاexcept القَواضِبَcutting swords مَطلَعاًa way out يُتَقَبَّلُthat is accepted
إِلّا القَواضِبَ مَطلَعاً يُتَقَبَّلُ
A dreadful affair grows inscrutable, and you see nothing
The horrific unknown, you see nothing but
but cutting swords as an acceptable way out.
Rising nooses that are welcomed
ماthere is nothing بَينَbetween مَنone who يَخشىfears المَنيَّةَdeath وَالَّذيand the one who
ما بَينَ مَن يَخشى المَنيَّةَ وَالَّذي
يَصلىburns بِهاin it فيin العُمرِa lifetime إِلّاexcept مَنزِلُone station
يَصلى بِها في العُمرِ إِلّا مَنزِلُ
Between one who fears death and one who
Nothing between he who fears death and he
braves its fire, there is but one station in a lifetime.
Who has it for life’s companion but halting places
لاdo not تَنظُرِgrant respite to الباغيthe aggressor لِقُربىbecause of kinship وَاِرمِهِand strike him
لا تَنظُرِ الباغي لِقُربى وَاِرمِهِ
بِالذُلِّwith humiliation وَاِقطَعand cut off ماwhat عَلَيهِupon it يُعَوِّلُhe relies
بِالذُلِّ وَاِقطَع ما عَلَيهِ يُعَوِّلُ
Give the aggressor no respite for kinship; strike him
Do not regard a wrong-doer as kin and make him suffer disgrace
with humiliation, and cut off what he relies upon.
Sever ties he depends on and pull his pillars down
هَذاthis الأَمينُal-Amin أَدالَturned the tables مِنهُagainst him شَقيقُهُhis brother
هَذا الأَمينُ أَدالَ مِنهُ شَقيقُهُ
وَمَضىand passed away عَقيراًslain بِاِبنِهِthrough his son المُتَوَكِّلُal-Mutawakkil
وَمَضى عَقيراً بِاِبنِهِ المُتَوَكِّلُ
Here is al-Amin: his brother turned the tables on him;
This trusted one, his brother is more equitable than him
and al-Mutawakkil passed away, slain through his son.
He died estranged from his trusting son
وَالعَفوُand pardon مَكرُمَةٌa noble deed فَإِنbut if أَغرىemboldens بِهاthrough it
وَالعَفوُ مَكرُمَةٌ فَإِن أَغرى بِها
مُتَغافِلٌone feigning inattention قالَsaid الرِجالُmen مُغَفَّلُa dupe
مُتَغافِلٌ قالَ الرِجالُ مُغَفَّلُ
Pardon is noble; but if by it
Pardoning is honorable - when conceded
a man feigning blindness emboldens others, men call him a dupe.
To one forgetful, the men say: Oblivious!
وَلَقَدand indeed حَضَرتُI witnessed وَأَنتَwhile you غائِبُabsent نَكبَةٍa calamity
وَلَقَد حَضَرتُ وَأَنتَ غائِبُ نَكبَةٍ
فَخَلاكَso escaped you ماwhat قالَsaid العِداthe enemies وَتَقَوَّلواand fabricated
فَخَلاكَ ما قالَ العِدا وَتَقَوَّلوا
I witnessed a calamity while you were absent,
I was present when you were absent at a defeat
so what the enemies said and fabricated passed you by.
Your absence spared you what the enemies said and what they invented
لاdo not يَغرُرَنَّكَever deceive you أَنَّهُمthat they بِسِهامِهِمwith their arrows
لا يَغرُرَنَّكَ أَنَّهُم بِسِهامِهِم
أَشوَواstruck no vital spot وَماand did not بَلَغواreach مَدىthe extent of ماwhat أَمَّلواthey hoped
أَشوَوا وَما بَلَغوا مَدى ما أَمَّلوا
Do not be deceived because, with their arrows,
Do not be fooled if their arrows
they struck no vital spot and fell short of what they hoped.
Scorched, for they have not reached what they hoped for
هَيهاتَfar from it لَمdid not يَرمِshoot العَدوُّthe enemy بِسَهمِهِwith his arrow
هَيهاتَ لَم يَرمِ العَدوُّ بِسَهمِهِ
وَإِنِand even if اِنزَوىhe hid إِلّاexcept لَيَدمىso that it bleeds المَقتَلُthe vital spot
وَإِنِ اِنزَوى إِلّا لَيَدمى المَقتَلُ
Far from it! The foe did not shoot his arrow,
Never does an enemy’s arrow, even if it hits true
even from concealment, except to make a vital spot bleed.
Wound except what is already destined for death
وَأَناand I المُضارِبُthe defender عَنof عُلاكَyour greatness بِمِقوَلٍwith a tongue
وَأَنا المُضارِبُ عَن عُلاكَ بِمِقوَلٍ
ماضيkeen الغِرارِof edge وَلاand not الجُرازُthe cleaving sword المِصقَلُthe polished
ماضي الغِرارِ وَلا الجُرازُ المِصقَلُ
I defend your greatness with a tongue
I counter those who blame you with a saying
of keen edge—not with a polished, cleaving sword.
Past regrets, nor polished excuses
يُدميbloodies الجَوارِحَthe limbs وَهوَwhile it ساكِنُrests غِمدِهِin its sheath
يُدمي الجَوارِحَ وَهوَ ساكِنُ غِمدِهِ
وَلَقَلَّماand very rarely يَمضيcuts بِغِمدٍwhile sheathed مُنصُلُa sword
وَلَقَلَّما يَمضي بِغِمدٍ مُنصُلُ
It bloodies limbs while resting in its sheath;
That sheds blood while still in its sheath
rarely does a sword cut while still sheathed.
Rarely does a drawn sword remain sheathed
هَيهاتَfar from it يَلحَقُcatches up بِالصَميمِwith the true-born مُدَرَّعٌone clad in armor
هَيهاتَ يَلحَقُ بِالصَميمِ مُدَرَّعٌ
أَبَداًever وَيُزريand puts to shame بِالبِحارِthe seas الجَدوَلُthe brook
أَبَداً وَيُزري بِالبِحارِ الجَدوَلُ
Never can one clad in armor match a man of solid mettle,
Never can armor reach the mortal spot
nor can a brook ever put the seas to shame.
Nor can the wave push back the rapids
ماnot صارِمٌa sword كَدِرُdull الذُبابِin its point كَصارِمٍlike a sword
ما صارِمٌ كَدِرُ الذُبابِ كَصارِمٍ
خَلَعَbestowed الجَلاءَbrightness عَلىupon ظُباهُits edges الصَيقَلُthe sword-polisher
خَلَعَ الجَلاءَ عَلى ظُباهُ الصَيقَلُ
No dull-pointed sword is like a sword
No blade’s like the buzzing of flies, not one
whose edges the polisher has clothed in brightness.
That bared its sharpness on smooth stone
وَسَماؤُناand our sky الظَلماءُthe dark يَكتُمُconceals شَخصَهاits vast form
وَسَماؤُنا الظَلماءُ يَكتُمُ شَخصَها
أَنّىwherever أَضاءَshines العارِضُthe rain-cloud المُتَهَلِّلُthe flashing
أَنّى أَضاءَ العارِضُ المُتَهَلِّلُ
Our dark sky, with its vast form, conceals—
Our gloomy sky hides its perspective
wherever it shines—the flashing cloud.
Wherever bright dawn leaks through
لَيسَnot التَفَرُّدُstanding alone بِالعَلاءِin glory طَماعَةًgreed
لَيسَ التَفَرُّدُ بِالعَلاءِ طَماعَةً
إِنَّindeed العُلىgreatness دَرَجٌsteps لِمَنfor whoever يَتَوَقَّلُclimbs
إِنَّ العُلى دَرَجٌ لِمَن يَتَوَقَّلُ
Standing alone in glory is not greed;
Being peerless is no arrogance
greatness is a stairway for whoever climbs.
Loftiness is the rank of one who climbs
نَظمٌverse وَنَثرٌand prose قَدindeed طَمَحتُI aspired إِلَيهِماto them both
نَظمٌ وَنَثرٌ قَد طَمَحتُ إِلَيهِما
صُعُداًupward وَيَعنوand bows لِلأَخيرِto the latter الأَوَّلُthe former
صُعُداً وَيَعنو لِلأَخيرِ الأَوَّلُ
Verse and prose: I have aspired to both,
Poetry and prose - I aspired to them
upward, and the former bows to the latter.
As ladders, while beginnings yearn for the last
وَحَديثُand the account of فَضليmy excellence ضارِبٌstriking بِعُروقِهِwith its roots
وَحَديثُ فَضلي ضارِبٌ بِعُروقِهِ
فيin الأَرضِthe earth يَنقُلُهُcarry it المَطيُّthe riding camels البُزَّلُthe mature
في الأَرضِ يَنقُلُهُ المَطيُّ البُزَّلُ
The tale of my excellence strikes its roots
And talk of my merit laid roots
into the earth, borne by full-grown riding camels.
Coursing the land, transported on a fleet horse
لَولاكَwere it not for you ماnot سَمَحَتconsented بِقَولٍto speech هِمَّتيmy ambition
لَولاكَ ما سَمَحَت بِقَولٍ هِمَّتي
قَدريmy worth أَجَلُّis loftier مِنَthan القَريضِpoetry وَأَفضَلُand better
قَدري أَجَلُّ مِنَ القَريضِ وَأَفضَلُ
Were it not for you, my ambition would not consent to speech;
Had it not been for you, my resolve would not have approved
my worth is loftier than poetry, and better.
My pen more sublime than poetry, superior
هَذاall this وَفيand in بَعضِsome of الَّذيwhat اِمتَلَأَتhave been filled بِهِwith it
هَذا وَفي بَعضِ الَّذي اِمتَلَأَت بِهِ
عَنّيfrom me البِلادُthe lands لَقائِلٌfor a speaker مِتَعَلِّلُa pretext
عَنّي البِلادُ لَقائِلٌ مِتَعَلِّلُ
All this; and in some of what has filled
Along with some of what the countries brimmed with
the lands from me, a speaker finds a pretext.
Are disapproving critics finding fault
لَمّاwhen نَظَرتُI looked إِلىupon عُلاكَyour greatness غَريبَةٍa stranger
لَمّا نَظَرتُ إِلى عُلاكَ غَريبَةٍ
وَمُضَيَّعٌand neglected راعيthe guardian of المَناقِبِnoble virtues مُهمَلُabandoned
وَمُضَيَّعٌ راعي المَناقِبِ مُهمَلُ
When I saw your greatness a stranger,
When I regarded your strange sublimity
and the guardian of noble virtues neglected and abandoned,
While the guardian of glory was neglected
أَحرَزتُهاI secured it مُتَوَغِّلاًpressing deeply غاياتِهاits farthest reaches
أَحرَزتُها مُتَوَغِّلاً غاياتِها
وَالمَجدُand glory مَلءُthe fullness of يَدِthe hand of الَّذيwhoever يَتَوَغَّلُpresses deeply
وَالمَجدُ مَلءُ يَدِ الَّذي يَتَوَغَّلُ
I secured it, pressing into its farthest reaches;
I seized it undetected, infiltrating its limits
glory fills the hand of whoever presses deeply.
For might fills the hand that infiltrates
فيin سيرَةٍa way of life غَرّاءَradiant تُستَضوىis illumined بِهاby it الthe
في سيرَةٍ غَرّاءَ تُستَضوى بِها ال
دُنياworld وَيَلبَسُهاand wears it الزَمانُtime الأَطوَلُthe longest
دُنيا وَيَلبَسُها الزَمانُ الأَطوَلُ
In a radiant life that illumines the
In a splendid life story fire is borrowed
world, and which the longest ages wear.
And eras don, the longest garb
مُلِئَتis filled بِفَضلِكَwith your excellence فَالوَليُّso the friend مُكَثِّرٌmagnifies
مُلِئَت بِفَضلِكَ فَالوَليُّ مُكَثِّرٌ
ماwhat شاعَis spread abroad عَنهاabout it وَالعَدوُّand the enemy مُقَلِّلُbelittles
ما شاعَ عَنها وَالعَدوُّ مُقَلِّلُ
It is filled with your excellence; your friend magnifies
Filled with your merit - authority proliferates
what is spread abroad of it, while your enemy belittles it.
What circulates, while the enemy diminishes
يَفتَنُّdisplay varied arts فيهاabout it القائِلونَthe speakers كَأَنَّماas though
يَفتَنُّ فيها القائِلونَ كَأَنَّما
طَلَعَتit appeared كَماas طَلَعَappeared الكِتابُthe Book المُنزَلُthe revealed
طَلَعَت كَما طَلَعَ الكِتابُ المُنزَلُ
Speakers display their varied arts upon it, as though
In it the critics are tested, as though
it had appeared as the revealed Book appeared.
What descended like the Scripture sent down
هَنَّأتُI congratulated جَدَّكَyour fortune بِالتَحَلُّقِon soaring فيin العُلىgreatness
هَنَّأتُ جَدَّكَ بِالتَحَلُّقِ في العُلى
وَلَأَنتَand indeed you نِعمَexcellent is المُقبِلُthe fortunate one المُتَقَبَّلُthe well-received one
وَلَأَنتَ نِعمَ المُقبِلُ المُتَقَبَّلُ
I congratulated your fortune on soaring into greatness;
I congratulated your ancestor for clinging to the sublime
what a fine, fortunate, well-received man you are!
You are most worthy of coming and being welcomed
وَطَرَحتُand I discarded تَهنِئَةًcongratulation بِأَيّامٍfor days أَرىI see
وَطَرَحتُ تَهنِئَةً بِأَيّامٍ أَرى
فيهاin them سَواءًequal مَنone who يَقِلُّis lowly وَيَنبُلُand is noble
فيها سَواءً مَن يَقِلُّ وَيَنبُلُ
I cast aside congratulations for days on which I see
I presented congratulations for days in which I see
the lowly and the noble stand equal.
Equal whether diminished or ennobled
وَأَرىand I see لِحاظَthe sidelong glances of الحاسِدينَthe envious مُريبَةًsuspicious
وَأَرى لِحاظَ الحاسِدينَ مُريبَةً
وَالغَيظُand rage بَينَbetween ضُلوعِهِمtheir ribs يَتَغَلغَلُpenetrates deeply
وَالغَيظُ بَينَ ضُلوعِهِم يَتَغَلغَلُ
I see the envious ones' sidelong glances are suspicious,
I see the frowning faces of enviers
while rage penetrates deep between their ribs.
Enmity writhing within their ribs
ماwhat لِلزَمانِis with time يَعُقُّنيit wrongs me بِعِصابَةٍwith a band
ما لِلزَمانِ يَعُقُّني بِعِصابَةٍ
تَجفوis harsh عَلَيَّtoward me مَعَwith الزَمانِtime وَتَثقُلُand weighs heavily
تَجفو عَلَيَّ مَعَ الزَمانِ وَتَثقُلُ
Why does time wrong me with a band
Why does time activate against me a gang
that grows harsh toward me with time, and weighs upon me?
Who shun me, and my time weighs on them?
يَذويwithers عَلىbeneath قَدَمِthe tread of اللَياليthe nights عَهدُهاits pledge
يَذوي عَلى قَدَمِ اللَيالي عَهدُها
مِثلَlike الأَديمِleather عَلىwith التَقادُمِaging يَنغَلُrots
مِثلَ الأَديمِ عَلى التَقادُمِ يَنغَلُ
Their pledge withers beneath the nights' tread,
The span of their nights fades like leather
like leather that rots with age.
Fragmenting over accumulation into fibers
وَدَّthe affection of الحَليمُthe forbearing man شِفاءَa cure for دائِكَyour ailment كُلَّهُall of it
وَدَّ الحَليمُ شِفاءَ دائِكَ كُلَّهُ
وَصَداقَةُand friendship with السُفَهاءِfools داءٌa disease مُعضِلُintractable
وَصَداقَةُ السُفَهاءِ داءٌ مُعضِلُ
A forbearing man's affection cures all your ailment;
The forebearing one cured all your maladies
friendship with fools is an intractable disease.
While bonds with fools are an unsolved affliction
Sol 6.1