هَبgrant لِلدِيارِto the dwellings بَقِيَّةَthe remainder of الجَلَدِendurance
هَب لِلدِيارِ بَقِيَّةَ الجَلَدِ
وَدَعِand forsake الدُموعَthe tears وَباعِثَand the cause of الكَمَدِgrief
وَدَعِ الدُموعَ وَباعِثَ الكَمَدِ
Give the dwellings the last of your fortitude,
Grant the abodes some fortitude
and forsake tears and the cause of grief.
And cease the tears and grief's advocate
وَاِذهَبand rise above بِنَفسِكَwith yourself أَنthat يُقالَit be said سَلاhe forgot
وَاِذهَب بِنَفسِكَ أَن يُقالَ سَلا
وَصَفاand became amenable لِداعيto the summons of العَذلِcensure وَالفَنَدِand rebuke
وَصَفا لِداعي العَذلِ وَالفَنَدِ
Hold yourself above their saying, ‘He has forgotten
Go forth yourself, it's said with ease
and yielded to the summons of censure and rebuke.’
A remedy for the blamer and the critic
أَتَصُدُّdo you turn away عَنfrom طَلَلٍa ruined campsite رَعَيتَyou delighted بِهِin it
أَتَصُدُّ عَن طَلَلٍ رَعَيتَ بِهِ
ماwhatever شِئتَyou wished مِنof هَيفٍslender-waisted women وَمِنand of غَيدِgraceful women
ما شِئتَ مِن هَيفٍ وَمِن غَيدِ
Do you turn from ruins where you once delighted
Do you shy from a ruin you once grazed
in all you wished of slender-waisted and graceful women?
As you wished of gazelle and song?
طَوَتِfolded away اللَياليthe nights مِنfrom مَعارِفِهِits recognizable features
طَوَتِ اللَيالي مِن مَعارِفِهِ
ماwhatever كانَthere was مِنof عَلَمٍa landmark وَمِنand of نَضَدِpiled structures
ما كانَ مِن عَلَمٍ وَمِن نَضَدِ
The nights have folded away its familiar features—
Nights have erased its landmarks
every landmark and piled structure it had.
Be they flags or pillars raised
أَمسىhas become الهَوىlove فيهِin it بِلاwithout أَثَرٍa trace
أَمسى الهَوى فيهِ بِلا أَثَرٍ
وَجَرىand spread البِلىdecay فيهِin it بِلاwithout أَمَدِan end
وَجَرى البِلى فيهِ بِلا أَمَدِ
Love now leaves no trace there,
Passion in it left no trace
and decay spreads there without end.
And decay no period stayed
وَلَقَدand indeed عَهِدتُI remember رُباهُits hills جامِعَةًbringing together
وَلَقَد عَهِدتُ رُباهُ جامِعَةً
بَينَbetween الظِباءِthe gazelles الغيدِthe graceful وَالأُسُدِand the lions
بَينَ الظِباءِ الغيدِ وَالأُسُدِ
I remember its hills bringing together
I knew it once, where gathered
graceful gazelles and lions,
The deer, wolf and lion's shade
أَيّامَin the days when مَنone whom فَتَكَstruck fatally الغَرامُpassion بِهِupon him
أَيّامَ مَن فَتَكَ الغَرامُ بِهِ
يَمشيwalks بِلاwithout عَقلٍreason (also blood-money) وَلاand without قَوَدِvengeance for killing
يَمشي بِلا عَقلٍ وَلا قَوَدِ
in the days when one whom passion slew
Days when passion's power seized
walked without reason or redress for his death.
Sense and guidance were waylaid
إِنَّindeed الأُلىthose who بَعَثواroused بَبَينِهِمُthrough their parting
إِنَّ الأُلى بَعَثوا بَبَينِهِمُ
ماwhat زَوَّدواthey had provisioned فيin القُربِnearness لِلبَعَدِfor separation
ما زَوَّدوا في القُربِ لِلبَعَدِ
Indeed, those who roused through their parting
The loved ones sent their goodbyes
what they had stored up in nearness for separation—
No provision made for days ahead
ماwhat ضَرَّهُمharmed them وَالبَينُwhile parting يَحفِزُهُمurged them on
ما ضَرَّهُم وَالبَينُ يَحفِزُهُم
لَوif عَلَّلوناthey had soothed us بِاِنتِظارِwith awaiting غَدِtomorrow
لَو عَلَّلونا بِاِنتِظارِ غَدِ
what harm would it have done them, as parting urged them on,
Unhindered by the parting, prodded
had they soothed us with the prospect of tomorrow?
As if waiting for morn's tread
وَجَدواthey felt longing وَماand not جادواthey gave generously وَمُحتَقِبٍand many a bearer
وَجَدوا وَما جادوا وَمُحتَقِبٍ
لِلَّومِof blame مِنbehind أَثَريmy footsteps وَلَمand did not يَجِدِfeel longing
لِلَّومِ مِن أَثَري وَلَم يَجِدِ
They felt longing but gave nothing; and many a man laden
They came and went, I gained no more
with reproach upon my trail had never felt longing.
Than their tracks, finding naught instead
لَيتَwould that الَّذيthe one who عَلِقَclung الرَجاءُhope بِهِto him
لَيتَ الَّذي عَلِقَ الرَجاءُ بِهِ
إِذsince لَمdid not يَجُدgive generously لِلصَبِّto the lovelorn one لَمhad not يَجُدِgive generously
إِذ لَم يَجُد لِلصَبِّ لَم يَجُدِ
Would that the one to whom hope clung,
Would he on whom hope was placed
since he gave the lovelorn nothing, had never given at all.
Finding no patience, have hoped or pled?
وَلَقَدand indeed رَأَيتُهُمI saw them وَحَيُّهُمُwhile their encampment
وَلَقَد رَأَيتُهُم وَحَيُّهُمُ
مُتَقَعقِعُrattling with الأَطنابِthe tent ropes وَالعَمدِand the poles
مُتَقَعقِعُ الأَطنابِ وَالعَمدِ
I saw them when their encampment
I saw them, their forms aroused
rattled with tent ropes and poles.
With trailing gowns and braids
فَكَأَنَّماso as though أَقنىa hook-beaked raptor بَراثِنِهِits talons
فَكَأَنَّما أَقنى بَراثِنِهِ
يَنشَبنَthey sink in بَينَbetween القَلبِthe heart وَالكَبِدِand the liver
يَنشَبنَ بَينَ القَلبِ وَالكَبِدِ
It was as though a hook-beaked raptor's talons
As though its ribs had pierced
were sinking between heart and liver.
Heart and inner organs' bed
وَغَريرَةٍand many an innocent girl خَلفَbehind السُجوفِthe curtains لَهاshe had
وَغَريرَةٍ خَلفَ السُجوفِ لَها
نَسَبٌkinship إِلىwith أومانَةِthe great pearl of العُقدِthe necklace
نَسَبٌ إِلى أومانَةِ العُقدِ
And many an innocent girl behind the curtains had
A thrilling voice beyond the litter
kinship with the great pearl of a necklace.
Of lineage true and virtue's thread
خَرَجَتshe emerged خُروجَthe emergence of الريمِthe white antelope عاطِلَةًunadorned
خَرَجَت خُروجَ الريمِ عاطِلَةً
وَلِجيدِهاand on her neck حَليٌan ornament مِنَfrom الجَيدِthe neck's graceful length
وَلِجيدِها حَليٌ مِنَ الجَيدِ
She emerged as a white antelope emerges, unadorned,
Emerging like the Oryx, aimless
yet her neck's own graceful length was its ornament.
Adorned with necklace on its head
تُجريshe runs الأَراكَthe arak twigs عَلىover مُفَلَّجَةٍwell-spaced teeth
تُجري الأَراكَ عَلى مُفَلَّجَةٍ
يَجرينَthey glide مِنfrom شَهدٍhoney عَلىover بَرَدِhailstones
يَجرينَ مِن شَهدٍ عَلى بَرَدِ
She draws arak twigs across well-spaced teeth;
She trots, drunk on pure honey
they glide from honey over hailstones.
Flowing on ice amid the mead
عَنّيaway from me إِلَيكَoff with you فَلَستِfor you are not مِنof أَربيmy desire
عَنّي إِلَيكَ فَلَستِ مِن أَربي
ماnot أَنتِyou مِنpart of غَيِّيmy folly وَمِنand part of رَشديmy right guidance
ما أَنتِ مِن غَيِّي وَمِن رَشدي
Away from me! You are not what I desire;
You're done with me, I wish you well
you belong neither to my folly nor to my right guidance.
I'm not of your mischief or your stead
قَضَتِfulfilled اللَياليthe nights مِنكَfrom you مَأرَبَتيmy desire
قَضَتِ اللَيالي مِنكَ مَأرَبَتي
وَنَفَضتُand I shook free مِنfrom عَلَقِthe clinging bonds of الغَرامِpassion يَديmy hand
وَنَفَضتُ مِن عَلَقِ الغَرامِ يَدي
The nights have fulfilled my desire for you,
Nights have sapped my fervor
and I shook my hand free of passion's clinging bonds.
I've let go of passion's twist and thread
وَحَداand drove onward النُهىreason وَالشَيبُand gray hair راحِلَتيmy riding mount
وَحَدا النُهى وَالشَيبُ راحِلَتي
وَعَلىand along اِستِقاماتيmy straight courses عَلىupon الجَدَدِfirm ground
وَعَلى اِستِقاماتي عَلى الجَدَدِ
Reason and gray hair urged my mount onward
Modesty and grey hairs trot my steed
along my straight courses upon firm ground.
On virtues' path so long misled
فَاليَومَso today أَتَّبِعُI follow الزِمامَthe halter وَهَلand will
فَاليَومَ أَتَّبِعُ الزِمامَ وَهَل
يُغنيavail إِبايَmy defiance اليَومَtoday أَوor صَيديmy haughtiness
يُغني إِبايَ اليَومَ أَو صَيدي
Today I follow the halter; and will
Today I hold the reins, but will
my defiance or haughtiness avail me now?
My wrists or hunt avail me now?
لاnot تَقرِaccept hospitality ياضَيفَO guest of الهُمومِcares قِرىًhospitality
لا تَقرِ ياضَيفَ الهُمومِ قِرىً
إِلّاexcept قِرىthe hospitality of العَيرانَةِthe wild-ass-like she-camel الأُجُدِthe firmly built
إِلّا قِرى العَيرانَةِ الأُجُدِ
Accept no hospitality, O guest of cares,
Don't settle, O guest of sorrows
save that of the sturdy she-camel, strong as a wild ass.
Save settling amidst the barren spread
وَاِنهَضand rise فَإِنfor if لَمnot تَحظَyou gain a share فيin بَلَدٍa land
وَاِنهَض فَإِن لَم تَحظَ في بَلَدٍ
بِالرِزقِof sustenance فَاِقطَعهُthen cross it إِلىto بَلَدِa land
بِالرِزقِ فَاِقطَعهُ إِلى بَلَدِ
Rise; if you gain no share in one land
Rise up! If your land denies you
of sustenance, cross it to another land.
Provision, seek another stead!
وَاِبغِand seek العُلىeminence أَبداًalways فَكَمfor many a طَلَبٍquest
وَاِبغِ العُلى أَبداً فَكَم طَلَبٍ
قَدindeed باتَhas come to stand مِنfrom نَيلٍattainment عَلىat صَدَدِclose proximity
قَد باتَ مِن نَيلٍ عَلى صَدَدِ
Seek eminence always; how many a quest
Seek heights always! Many nights
has come to stand close to attainment.
Have passed with lofty aims unfed
إِمّاeither يُقالُit is said سَعىhe strove فَأَحرَزَهاand won it
إِمّا يُقالُ سَعى فَأَحرَزَها
أَوor أَنthat يُقالَit be said مَضىhe went away وَلَمand did not يَعُدِreturn
أَو أَن يُقالَ مَضى وَلَم يَعُدِ
Either let it be said, ‘He strove and won it,’
Either "He strove and grasped it whole"
or let it be said, ‘He went away and never returned.’
Or "He left and never turned his head"
قَولاsay, you two لِهَذاto this الدَهرِTime مَعتَبَةًa reproach
قَولا لِهَذا الدَهرِ مَعتَبَةً
أَسرَفتَyou went too far بيwith me يادَهرُO Time فَاِقتَصِدِso be moderate
أَسرَفتَ بي يادَهرُ فَاِقتَصِدِ
You two, say to Time in reproach:
Say to fate who overspent me
‘You have gone too far with me, O Time; be moderate.’
"You overreached, so hold your tread!"
كَمhow many a لَوعَةٍburning anguish تُهدىis sent as a gift إِلىto كَبِديmy liver
كَم لَوعَةٍ تُهدى إِلى كَبِدي
وَعَظيمَةٍand a great calamity تُلقىis cast عَلىupon كَتَديmy upper back
وَعَظيمَةٍ تُلقى عَلى كَتَدي
How many a burning anguish is sent to my liver,
What anguish sinks into my core
and a crushing calamity cast upon my upper back,
What marvels my shoulders spread
وَعَجائِبٍand marvels ماnot كُنَّthey were فيin فِكَريmy thoughts
وَعَجائِبٍ ما كُنَّ في فِكَري
وَغَرائِبٍand strange things ماnot دُرنَthey passed فيthrough خَلَديmy mind
وَغَرائِبٍ ما دُرنَ في خَلَدي
and marvels that were never in my thoughts,
Strange wonders beyond my thoughts
and strange things that never passed through my mind!
Miracles my mind never read!
أَيُصاحُis a shout raised بيat me عَنaway from كُلِّevery صافِيَةٍclear pool
أَيُصاحُ بي عَن كُلِّ صافِيَةٍ
طَرداًdriven out إِلىtoward الأَقذاءِfloating impurities وَالثَمَدِand scanty water
طَرداً إِلى الأَقذاءِ وَالثَمَدِ
Am I shouted away from every clear pool,
Shall I call out from my pure spring
driven toward floating filth and scanty water?
Cast out to the salty bed?
وَأُسامُand I am made to graze فيamong أَكلاءِforage مَوبِئَةٍplague-ridden
وَأُسامُ في أَكلاءِ مَوبِئَةٍ
مُحتَشُّهاits grass-cutter دونَunlike السَوامِthe grazing beasts رَديperishes
مُحتَشُّها دونَ السَوامِ رَدي
Am I made to graze among plague-ridden forage,
Shall I thirst in a diseased land
whose grass-cutter, unlike the grazing beasts, perishes?
Lower than the beasts, searching for my bread?
هَلwill نافِعيbenefit me وَالجَدُّwhile fortune فيis on صَبَبٍa downward slope
هَل نافِعي وَالجَدُّ في صَبَبٍ
مَرّيmy onward march مَعَwith الآمالِhopes فيon صُعُدِan ascent
مَرّي مَعَ الآمالِ في صُعُدِ
Will it benefit me, while fortune slopes downward,
Does my kinship help while fate toys
to march with hopes up a steep ascent?
With my hopes on mountain's crest?
أَمسىhas come to be عَلَيَّagainst me مَعَalongside الزَمانِtime أَخٌa brother
أَمسى عَلَيَّ مَعَ الزَمانِ أَخٌ
قَدindeed كُنتُI had been آمُلُhoping for يَومَهُhis day لِغَدِfor tomorrow
قَد كُنتُ آمُلُ يَومَهُ لِغَدِ
A brother now joins time against me,
Time has turned against me
whose day I once looked to for the morrow—
When once I hoped it brought me rest
مَنone who كانَwas أَحنىmore tender عِندَduring نائِبَةٍa calamity
مَن كانَ أَحنى عِندَ نائِبَةٍ
مِنthan والِديmy father وَأَبَرَّand more dutiful مِنthan وَلَديmy son
مِن والِدي وَأَبَرَّ مِن وَلَدي
one who was more tender in calamity
None were kinder in my plight
than my father, and more dutiful than my son.
Than my father, my sons, blood and best
لَمnot يُثمِرِbore fruit الظَنُّthe opinion الجَميلُfavorable بِهِof him
لَم يُثمِرِ الظَنُّ الجَميلُ بِهِ
فَقَديso enough for me مِنَof الظَنِّopinion الجَميلِfavorable قَديenough for me
فَقَدي مِنَ الظَنِّ الجَميلِ قَدي
My favorable opinion of him bore no fruit;
Good faith in them bore no fruit
so enough of favorable opinion for me—enough!
I've lost faith in all the rest
لَوif كانَthere had been ماwhat بَينيbetween me وَبَينَكُمُand you all
لَو كانَ ما بَيني وَبَينَكُمُ
بَينيbetween me وَبَينَand between الذِئبِthe wolf وَالأَسَدِand the lion
بَيني وَبَينَ الذِئبِ وَالأَسَدِ
Had what lies between me and you
Had it been between us as between
lain between me and the wolf and lion,
Myself and the wolf or lion's zest
لَأَوَيتُI would have sought shelter مِنfrom هَذاthis one إِلىin حَرَمٍa sanctuary
لَأَوَيتُ مِن هَذا إِلى حَرَمٍ
وَلَجَأتُand I would have sought refuge مِنfrom هَذاthis one عَلىupon عَضُدِa supporting arm
وَلَجَأتُ مِن هَذا عَلى عَضُدِ
I would have gained from this one a sanctuary,
I'd have fled from this to sanctuary
and from that one an arm to lean upon.
And from this to a shoulder's nest
وَلَأَصبَحاand both would have become فيin الرَوعِterror مِنamong عَدَديmy ranks
وَلَأَصبَحا في الرَوعِ مِن عَدَدي
كَرَماًout of nobility وَفيand in اللَأواءِhardship مِنamong عُدَديmy resources
كَرَماً وَفي اللَأواءِ مِن عُدَدي
They both would have swelled my ranks in terror,
I'd have been few in number
out of nobility, and my resources in hardship;
And few in might, always the less
وَلَمانَعاand both would have defended عَنّيme إِذاwhenever جَعَلَتbegan
وَلَمانَعا عَنّي إِذا جَعَلَت
نُوَبُthe blows of الزَمانِtime تَهيضُto break down مِنsome of جَلَديmy endurance
نُوَبُ الزَمانِ تَهيضُ مِن جَلَدي
and both would have defended me whenever
Shielding me when times' injustices
the blows of time began to break my endurance.
Stir and my skin cannot find rest
أَوor كانَhad been ماwhat قَدَّمتُI offered مِنof مِقَةٍaffection
أَو كانَ ما قَدَّمتُ مِن مِقَةٍ
سَبَباًa cause إِلىtoward البَغضاءِhatred لَمwould not يَزِدِincrease
سَبَباً إِلى البَغضاءِ لَم يَزِدِ
Or had the affection I offered
Had my gift been cause for hatred
been a cause of hatred, it could not have increased it.
It would not have stood the test
بَلindeed لَوif قَذَفتُI had cast بِمَدحَتيmy praise لَكُمُfor you all
بَل لَو قَذَفتُ بِمَدحَتي لَكُمُ
فيinto البَحرِthe sea ذيpossessing الأَمواجِwaves وَالزَبَدِand foam
في البَحرِ ذي الأَمواجِ وَالزَبَدِ
Indeed, had I cast my praise for you
Rather had I tossed my praise of you
into the sea of waves and foam,
Into the deep tumultuous sea's breast
لَرَمىit would have cast إِلَيَّto me أَشَفَّthe clearest جَوهَرَةٍjewel
لَرَمى إِلَيَّ أَشَفَّ جَوهَرَةٍ
وَسَقىand watered بِأَعذَبِwith the sweetest of مائِهِits water بَلَديmy land
وَسَقى بِأَعذَبِ مائِهِ بَلَدي
it would have flung to me the clearest jewel,
It would have cast up to me the finest pearl
and watered my land with its sweetest water.
And given my home the sweetest drink, the best
كَمhow many مِنof مَطالِبَaims قَدindeed عَقَدتُI bound بِهاto them
كَم مِن مَطالِبَ قَد عَقَدتُ بِها
طَمَعيmy hopes فَحَلَّyet he loosened مَرائِرَthe tightly twisted strands العُقدِof the knots
طَمَعي فَحَلَّ مَرائِرَ العُقدِ
How many aims I fastened
How many hopes I've harbored
my hopes upon—yet he undid their tightly twisted knots,
Only to unwrap the knots depressed
وَأَعادَنيand sent me back مِنهاfrom them عَلىin أَسَفٍsorrow
وَأَعادَني مِنها عَلى أَسَفٍ
وَأَباتَنيand made me spend the night فيهاin them عَلىin ضَمدِrancor
وَأَباتَني فيها عَلى ضَمدِ
and sent me back from them in sorrow,
As it sent me back in sorrow
and left me there overnight in rancor.
And refused me in hardship dressed
الفِعلُthe conduct مَهزَأةٌa laughingstock لِكُلِّfor every فَمٍmouth
الفِعلُ مَهزَأةٌ لِكُلِّ فَمٍ
وَالعِرضُand the honor مِنديلٌa handkerchief لِكُلِّfor every يَدِhand
وَالعِرضُ مِنديلٌ لِكُلِّ يَدِ
His conduct is a laughingstock for every mouth,
Words are mocked by every mouth
and his honor a handkerchief for every hand.
And lineage smeared by every hand
فَليَثبُتَنَّso let him stand firm الآنَnow إِنif ثَبُتَتever stood firm
فَليَثبُتَنَّ الآنَ إِن ثَبُتَت
قَدَمٌa foot عَلىupon جَمرٍembers لِمُعتَمِدِfor one bearing down
قَدَمٌ عَلى جَمرٍ لِمُعتَمِدِ
Let him stand firm now—if ever
Now let feet stand firm if they can
a weight-bearing foot stood firm on embers.
On embers, solid, unsuppressed
وَلَيَصبِرَنَّand let him endure لِوَقعِthe blow of صاعِقَتيmy thunderbolt
وَلَيَصبِرَنَّ لِوَقعِ صاعِقَتي
وَيوَطَّنَنَّand let him inure حَشاًa heart عَلىto الزُؤُدِterror
وَيوَطَّنَنَّ حَشاً عَلى الزُؤُدِ
Let him endure the blow of my thunderbolt,
Let them bear my lightning strike
and steel his heart against terror.
And settle well the desert's test
فَلتَدخُلَنَّso let it enter عَلَيهِupon him قُبَّتَهُhis pavilion
فَلتَدخُلَنَّ عَلَيهِ قُبَّتَهُ
وَلّاجَةًpenetrating deep تَخفىis hidden عَلىfrom الرَصَدِthe sentries
وَلّاجَةً تَخفى عَلى الرَصَدِ
Let it enter his pavilion upon him,
May disaster befall and uncover
penetrating deep, unseen by the sentries,
His canopy, evading watch and rest
وَهَواجِمٍand assailants يَدفَعنَthey repel كُلَّevery يَدٍhand
وَهَواجِمٍ يَدفَعنَ كُلَّ يَدٍ
وَنَوافِذٍand piercing ones يَهزَأنَthey scoff بِالزَرَدِat chain mail
وَنَوافِذٍ يَهزَأنَ بِالزَرَدِ
with assailants that repel every hand,
With ferocity to check each hand
and piercing strokes that scoff at chain mail,
And openings mocking coat of mail and vest
كَالبيضِlike bright swords لاnot يُصقَلنَare polished عَنto remove طَبعٍrust
كَالبيضِ لا يُصقَلنَ عَن طَبعٍ
وَالسُمرِand brown lances لاnot يُغمَزنَare flexed عَنto correct أَوَدِcrookedness
وَالسُمرِ لا يُغمَزنَ عَن أَوَدِ
like shining swords needing no polishing for rust,
White as eggs, unchanged by nature
and brown lances needing no flexing to correct a bend,
Dark as soot, markings never stressed
حَتّىuntil يَذوقَhe tastes لِحَدِّfrom the edge of أَنصُلِهاtheir blades
حَتّى يَذوقَ لِحَدِّ أَنصُلِها
طَعناًa thrust وَلاand not طَعنَthe thrust of القَناthe lances القَصَدِthe splintered
طَعناً وَلا طَعنَ القَنا القَصَدِ
until he tastes, from the edge of their blades,
Till by its sharp blades he tastes
a thrust—not the thrust of splintered lances.
Stabs unlike the well-aimed lancer's thrust
وَمَتىand whenever يُوَقِّعhe brings about فَلَّthe rout of مِقنَبِهاtheir cavalry troop
وَمَتى يُوَقِّع فَلَّ مِقنَبِها
لَمnot أُخلِهاI leave it empty أَبَداًever مِنَof المَدَدِreinforcements
لَم أُخلِها أَبَداً مِنَ المَدَدِ
Whenever he brings defeat upon their squadron,
And when it deals its deadly blow
I shall never leave it without reinforcements.
I'll aid without pause or rest
أَخطَأتُI erred فيin طَلَبيmy request وَأَخطَأَand he erred فيin
أَخطَأتُ في طَلَبي وَأَخطَأَ في
يَأسيmy despair وَرَدَّand sent back يَديmy hand بِغَيرِwithout يَدِa favor
يَأسي وَرَدَّ يَدي بِغَيرِ يَدِ
I erred in asking; he erred in bringing
My wanting went astray, and hope in him
me to despair, and returned my hand without a gift.
Misguided, empty-handed left me limp, depressed
فَلَأَجعَلَنَّso I shall surely make عُقوبَتيmy punishment أَبَداًforever
فَلَأَجعَلَنَّ عُقوبَتي أَبَداً
أَنthat لاnot أَمُدَّI extend يَداًa hand إِلىto أَحَدِanyone
أَن لا أَمُدَّ يَداً إِلى أَحَدِ
So I shall make my punishment forever
So I swear no hand will I extend
never to extend a hand to anyone,
To another, that is the best
فَتَكونَso it shall be أَوَّلَthe first زَلَّةٍmisstep سَبَقَتthat occurred
فَتَكونَ أَوَّلَ زَلَّةٍ سَبَقَت
مِنّيfrom me وَآخِرَهاand its last إِلىfor الأَبَدِall eternity
مِنّي وَآخِرَها إِلى الأَبَدِ
so that this shall be the first misstep to have come
First mistake I made, and last forevermore
from me, and the last for all eternity.
To the end of time, til I'm laid to rest.
Sol 6.1