سَتَعلَمونَyou all will know ماwhat يَكونُwill come مِنّيfrom me
سَتَعلَمونَ ما يَكونُ مِنّي
إِنif مَدَّextends مِنfrom ضَبعَيَّmy two upper arms طولُthe length of سِنّيmy lifespan
إِن مَدَّ مِن ضَبعَيَّ طولُ سِنّي
You will know what will come from me,
You will know what will become of me
if length of life lends strength to my two arms.
If the length of my years extends
أَأَدَعُshall I abandon الدُنياthe world وَلَمand has not تَدَعنيabandoned me
أَأَدَعُ الدُنيا وَلَم تَدَعني
يَلعَبُtoys بيwith me عَناؤُهاits hardship المُعَنّيtormenting
يَلعَبُ بي عَناؤُها المُعَنّي
Shall I abandon the world when it has not abandoned me?
Shall I leave the world before it leaves me
Its tormenting hardship toys with me,
Toying with me is its constant worry
ناطِحَةًbutting بِالجُمِّwith hornless heads هامَthe heads of القِرنِthe adversary
ناطِحَةً بِالجُمِّ هامَ القِرنِ
نِطاحَthe butting of رَوقِthe horn of الجازِىءِthe herbage-sated gazelle الأَغَنِّnasal-voiced
نِطاحَ رَوقِ الجازِىءِ الأَغَنِّ
butting adversaries' heads with hornless heads,
With thick horns butting
like the horn-butting of a herbage-sated, nasal-voiced gazelle.
The butting of a heavynecked bull
وَسِعتُI encompassed أَيّاميmy days وَلَمand did not تَسعَنيcontain me
وَسِعتُ أَيّامي وَلَم تَسعَني
أَفضَلُI overflow عَنهاbeyond them وَتَضيقُand they grow narrow عَنّيfor me
أَفضَلُ عَنها وَتَضيقُ عَنّي
I have encompassed my days, yet they have not contained me;
My days widened but did not contain me
I outgrow them, and they are too narrow for me.
I excel yet they narrow for me
لَمwhy أَناI مِثلُlike الفاطِنِthe discerning one المُبِنِّthe astute one
لَم أَنا مِثلُ الفاطِنِ المُبِنِّ
أَسحَبُI drag بُردَيthe two cloaks of ضَرَعٍfeebleness وَأَفنِand folly
أَسحَبُ بُردَي ضَرَعٍ وَأَفنِ
Why am I, like a discerning, astute man,
I'm not like the keen and perceptive one
dragging the two cloaks of feebleness and folly,
Milking the udders of a breast and sighing
وَليand I have مَضاءٌkeenness قَطُّever لَمhas not يَخُنّيbetrayed me
وَلي مَضاءٌ قَطُّ لَم يَخُنّي
ضَميرُthe hidden contents of قَلبيmy heart وَضَميرُand the hidden contents of جَفنيmy scabbard
ضَميرُ قَلبي وَضَميرُ جَفني
though I have a keenness that has never betrayed me—
I have an unfailing and staunch determination
what lies in my heart and what lies in my scabbard?
My heart's conscience and my eyes' conscience
أَحصَلُI obtain مِنfrom عَزميmy resolve عَلىupon التَمَنّيwishing
أَحصَلُ مِن عَزمي عَلى التَمَنّي
وَلَيتَنيand would that I أَفعَلُI act أَوor لَوَif only اِنّيindeed I
وَلَيتَني أَفعَلُ أَو لَوَ اِنّي
From my resolve I gain mere wishing,
I accomplish my will and longing
and 'Would that I might act,' or 'If only I
If only I act or even if I don't
راضِcontent بِماwith what يُضويemaciates الفَتىthe young man وَيُضنيand exhausts
راضِ بِما يُضوي الفَتى وَيُضني
غَنيتُI grew rich بِالمَجدِthrough glory وَلَمand did not أَستَغنِbecome self-sufficient
غَنيتُ بِالمَجدِ وَلَم أَستَغنِ
were content with what wastes and wearies a young man.'
Content with what exhausts and impoverishes the youth
Glory enriched me, yet I never felt I had enough.
I became rich with glory but did not gain independence
إِنَّindeed الغِنىwealth مَجلَبَةٌan inducement لِلضَنِّto miserliness
إِنَّ الغِنى مَجلَبَةٌ لِلضَنِّ
وَلِلقُعودِand to idleness وَالرِضاand contentment بِالوَهنِwith weakness
وَلِلقُعودِ وَالرِضا بِالوَهنِ
Wealth indeed invites miserliness,
Indeed, wealth invites pettiness
and idleness, and contentment with weakness.
And Sitting still and accepting dishonor
الفَقرُpoverty يُنئِيkeeps distant وَالثَراءُand wealth يُدنيbrings near
الفَقرُ يُنئِي وَالثَراءُ يُدني
وَالحِرصُand greed يُشقيmakes miserable وَالقُنوعُand contentment يُغنيmakes rich
وَالحِرصُ يُشقي وَالقُنوعُ يُغني
Poverty keeps one distant; wealth brings one near.
Poverty makes thin, wealth makes you grovel
And greed makes one wretched; contentment makes one rich.
Greed makes miserable, contentment makes rich
إِنif كُنتُI am غَيرَnot قارِحٍa full-grown steed فَإِنّيthen surely I
إِن كُنتُ غَيرَ قارِحٍ فَإِنّي
أَبُذُّI outstrip جَريَthe gallop of القارِحِthe full-grown steed المُسِنِّaged
أَبُذُّ جَريَ القارِحِ المُسِنِّ
If I am no full-grown steed, then I
If I am not offensive, I am
outstrip the gallop of an aged, full-grown steed.
Repelling the strike of the offensive biter
جُنِنتُI went mad بَأساًwith valor وَالشَجاعُand the brave man جِنّيa jinn
جُنِنتُ بَأساً وَالشَجاعُ جِنّي
أَثارَtraces (apparently intended as آثار) طَعنَthe thrusts of الدَهرِTime فيupon مِجَنّيmy shield
أَثارَ طَعنَ الدَهرِ في مِجَنّي
I am mad with valor, and the brave man is a jinn.
I became insane with courage and the courageous became mad
The marks of Time's thrusts upon my shield
Protesting the stab of fate in my shield
يَشهَدُtestifies ليfor me أَنَّthat الزَمانَTime قِرنيmy adversary
يَشهَدُ لي أَنَّ الزَمانَ قِرني
سَوفَwill تَرىyou see غُبارَهاits dust كَالدَجنِlike clouded darkness
سَوفَ تَرى غُبارَها كَالدَجنِ
testify for me that Time is my adversary.
It testifies for me that time paired me
You will see its dust like clouded darkness,
You will see its dust like darkness
قَساطِلاًdust-clouds مِثلَlike غَواديthe morning showers of المُزنِrain clouds
قَساطِلاً مِثلَ غَوادي المُزنِ
تَجريstreaming بِضَربٍwith blows صادِقٍsure وَطَعنِand spear-thrusts
تَجري بِضَربٍ صادِقٍ وَطَعنِ
billowing in clouds, like the rain clouds' morning showers,
Flowing buckets like valleys of rain
streaming with sure blows and spear-thrusts,
Running with a true strike and stab
جَريَthe flow of عَزاليthe spouts of المَطَرِrain المُستَنِّstreaming
جَريَ عَزالي المَطَرِ المُستَنِّ
إِنif غِبتُI am absent يَوماًone day عَنكَfrom you فَاِطَّلِبنيthen seek me
إِن غِبتُ يَوماً عَنكَ فَاِطَّلِبني
as the spouts of driving rain stream.
Like the flowing of torrential rain
If one day I am absent from you, seek me:
If I am absent from you one day, seek me
بَينَamong المَواضيkeen swords وَالقَناand lances تَجِدنيyou will find me
بَينَ المَواضي وَالقَنا تَجِدني
أَمامَbefore جَيشٍan army كَجُنوبِlike the flanks of الرَعنِa mountain ridge
أَمامَ جَيشٍ كَجُنوبِ الرَعنِ
among keen swords and lances you will find me,
Between the meadows and the spear find me
before an army like a mountain ridge's flanks,
Leading an army like the trembling of spears
جونُdark الذُرىthe crests أَقوَدُlong-stretching مُرجَحَنِّheavy and massive
جونُ الذُرى أَقوَدُ مُرجَحَنِّ
أَنفُضُI shake off عَنهُfrom it نَقعَهُits dust بِرَدنيwith my sleeve
أَنفُضُ عَنهُ نَقعَهُ بِرَدني
dark-crested, long-stretching, massive.
I shake its evil with my response
I shake its dust away with my sleeve.
To know me and to know me
لِتَعرِفَنّيyou shall surely know me وَلِتَعرِفَنّيand you shall surely know me
لِتَعرِفَنّي وَلِتَعرِفَنّي
أَيّامَon days when أَقنيI acquire possessions بِالقَناwith lances وَأُغنيand I enrich
أَيّامَ أَقني بِالقَنا وَأُغني
You shall surely know me—and surely know me—
The days I compose with the spear and sing
on days when I gain possessions with lances and enrich others;
I delight the eye of the longing defeated one
أَقَرُّI gladden عَينِthe eye of الفاقِدِthe bereaved المُرِنِّthe wailing one
أَقَرُّ عَينِ الفاقِدِ المُرِنِّ
عَسايَperhaps I أَنفيdrive away الضَيمَoppression أَوor لَعَنّيperhaps I
عَسايَ أَنفي الضَيمَ أَو لَعَنّي
I gladden the eye of the bereaved, wailing one.
Perhaps I remove injustice or it cursed me
Perhaps I may drive away oppression—or perhaps I...
How much did the hidden person of lonely body endure
كَمhow long صَبرُthe endurance of خافيone hidden in الشَخصِbodily form مُستَجِنِّconcealed
كَم صَبرُ خافي الشَخصِ مُستَجِنِّ
مُنطَمِرٍburied away مِنَfrom الأَذىharm فيin سِجنِa prison
مُنطَمِرٍ مِنَ الأَذى في سِجنِ
How long can one unseen and concealed endure,
Suffering harm in prison
buried in a prison to escape harm,
Confined with an interest that helps me
مُرتَهَنٍheld in pawn بِهِمَّةٍby an ambition تُعَنّيthat torments
مُرتَهَنٍ بِهِمَّةٍ تُعَنّي
يالَيتَهاO would that it بِنَهضَةٍby rising to action فَدَتنيransomed me
يالَيتَها بِنَهضَةٍ فَدَتني
held in pawn by an ambition that torments?
If only it would save me with an awakening
Would that it ransomed me by rising to action,
Before my pledge is locked one day
مِنfrom قَبلِbefore أَنthat يَغلَقَis forfeited يَوماًone day رَهنيmy pledge
مِن قَبلِ أَن يَغلَقَ يَوماً رَهني
مَتىwhen تَرانيwill you see me وَالجَوادُand the noble steed خِدنيmy intimate companion
مَتى تَراني وَالجَوادُ خِدني
before one day my pledge is forfeited!
When will you see me and the steed kneels for me
When will you see me with the noble steed my companion,
The sword my eyes, the spear my ears
وَالنَصلُand the blade عَينيmy eye وَالسِنانُand the spearhead أُذنيmy ear
وَالنَصلُ عَيني وَالسِنانُ أُذني
وَأُمِّيَand my mother الدِرعُthe coat of mail وَلَمand did not تَلِدنيbear me
وَأُمِّيَ الدِرعُ وَلَم تَلِدني
the blade my eye and the spearhead my ear,
And my mother the shield though she did not birth me
and mail my mother, though it did not bear me,
I drag the excess of its gentle tail
أَجُرُّI drag فَضلَthe surplus length of ذَيلِهاits hem الرِفَنِّlong and ample
أَجُرُّ فَضلَ ذَيلِها الرِفَنِّ
ماnever اِحتَبَسَwas withheld الرِزقُsustenance فَساءَso soured ظَنّيmy trust
ما اِحتَبَسَ الرِزقُ فَساءَ ظَنّي
dragging the ample length of its trailing hem?
Sustenance was not withheld so my expectation fell short
Never has withheld sustenance soured my trust,
Nor have I called out in despair
وَلاnor قَرَعتُI struck مِنout of قُنوطٍdespair سِنّيmy tooth
وَلا قَرَعتُ مِن قُنوطٍ سِنّي
ياأَيُّهاO you المَغرورُdeluded one لاdo not تَهِجَّنيprovoke me
ياأَيُّها المَغرورُ لا تَهِجَّني
nor have I gnashed my teeth in despair.
O you deluded! Do not provoke me
O deluded one, do not provoke me;
And seek refuge in my wrath and seek refuge in me
وَعُذand take refuge بِإِغضائِيَin my forbearance وَاِستَعِذنيand ask me for protection
وَعُذ بِإِغضائِيَ وَاِستَعِذني
وَاِحذَرand beware عِداءَthe enmity of قاطِعٍa cutting blade فيwithin ضِمنيmy inner self
وَاِحذَر عِداءَ قاطِعٍ في ضِمني
and take refuge in my forbearance, and ask me for protection.
And beware the enmity of the slander within me
And beware the enmity of a cutting blade within me,
Speaking with the tongue of my resentment
يَنطَقُit speaks عَنّيfor me بِلِسانِwith the tongue of ضِغنيmy rancor
يَنطَقُ عَنّي بِلِسانِ ضِغني
نَبَّهتُI roused يَقظانَone already awake قَليلَof little الأَمنِsecurity
نَبَّهتُ يَقظانَ قَليلَ الأَمنِ
speaking for me with the tongue of my rancor.
I warned the scarcely secured wakeful one
I have roused a wakeful man, scarcely secure,
Whose garment is torn by the stab of smoothness
مُخَرَّقَtorn الثَوبِin garment بِطَعنِby the thrusts of اللُدنِsupple spears
مُخَرَّقَ الثَوبِ بِطَعنِ اللُدنِ
ياO دَهرُTime سَيفيmy sword مَعقِليmy stronghold وَحِصنيand my fortress
يا دَهرُ سَيفي مَعقِلي وَحِصني
his garment torn by the thrusts of supple spears.
Oh time, my sword is my fortress and refuge
O Time, my sword is my stronghold and my fortress;
And fear incites my search so I was frightened
وَالخَوفُand fear يُغريspurs on طَلَبيmy pursuit فَخَفنيso fear me
وَالخَوفُ يُغري طَلَبي فَخَفني
ياO لَيتَwould that مَقدورَكَyour decree لَمhad not يُؤمِنّيmade me secure
يا لَيتَ مَقدورَكَ لَم يُؤمِنّي
and fear spurs my pursuit, so fear me.
Oh if only your capability did not assure me
O would that your decree had not made me feel secure!
I gained before and I will gain again
جَنَيتُI did harm مِنfrom قَبلُbefore وَسَوفَand will أَجنيI do harm
جَنَيتُ مِن قَبلُ وَسَوفَ أَجني
أَثنيI draw back يَديmy hand وَالعَزمُand the resolve is أَنto أُثَنّيrepeat the deed
أَثني يَدي وَالعَزمُ أَن أُثَنّي
I have done harm before, and I shall do harm again;
I fold my hand but resolve to unfold it
I stay my hand, yet am resolved to strike again.
Partial English translation: 59 of 60 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1