لِمَنِwhose الرُّسُومُthe traces بِرَامَتَيْنِat Ramatayn بلِيناthey have decayed
لِمَنِ الرُّسُومُ بِرَامَتَيْنِ بلِينا
كسيتwere clothed مَعَالِمُهَاtheir landmarks الهَوىlove وَعَرِيناand they lay bare
كسيت مَعَالِمُهَا الهَوى وَعَرِينا
Whose are the traces at Ramatayn, now worn away?
Their landmarks were clothed in love, though they lay bare.
دِمَنٌruined dwelling-sites فُطِمْنَthey were weaned مِنَfrom الصِّبىyouth وَتَبَدَّلَتْand changed
دِمَنٌ فُطِمْنَ مِنَ الصِّبى وَتَبَدَّلَتْ
حَرَكاتُهُنَّtheir movements مِنَfrom الغَرامِpassion سُكُوناinto stillness
حَرَكاتُهُنَّ مِنَ الغَرامِ سُكُونا
Ruined dwellings, weaned from youth, whose
love-stirred movements have turned to stillness.
أَيْقَظْتُI awakened فِيهاin them كُلَّevery وَجْدٍlonging هَاجِعٍslumbering
أَيْقَظْتُ فِيها كُلَّ وَجْدٍ هَاجِعٍ
بِيَدِwith the hand of السُّهادِsleeplessness وَمَاand not أَرَدْتُI sought مُعِيناa helper
بِيَدِ السُّهادِ وَمَا أَرَدْتُ مُعِينا
There I awakened every slumbering longing,
with sleeplessness's hand, though I sought no helper.
وَجَرَتْand ran رِكابُthe riding camels of البَيْنِseparation فيهاthrough them بِالجَوىwith heartache
وَجَرَتْ رِكابُ البَيْنِ فيها بِالجَوى
فَتَخالُهاso you would take them for بَيْنَamong الحُزُونِthe rugged hills حُزُوناrugged hills
فَتَخالُها بَيْنَ الحُزُونِ حُزُونا
The camels of separation ran through them, bearing heartache,
so among the rugged hills you would take them for hills.
لَوْif كُنْتُI were أَعِرفُI recognize عَاذِلاًa reproacher مِنْfrom عَاذِرٍone who pardons
لَوْ كُنْتُ أَعِرفُ عَاذِلاً مِنْ عَاذِرٍ
مَاnot كُنْتُI would be بَيْنَamong طَلِيقِهِنَّone they set free رَهِيناa captive
مَا كُنْتُ بَيْنَ طَلِيقِهِنَّ رَهِينا
If I could tell a reproacher from one who pardons,
I would not be captive among those they set free.
لاَmay not طلَّbe wasted مِنْof دَمْعِيmy tears عَلَىupon أَطْلالِهاher ruins
لاَ طلَّ مِنْ دَمْعِي عَلَى أَطْلالِها
مَاthose that لَمْdid not يَكُنْwere بِفنائِهاin her courtyard يُغْنِيناbring us solace
مَا لَمْ يَكُنْ بِفنائِها يُغْنِينا
May none of my tears upon her ruins be wasted—
those that brought us no solace in her courtyard.
وَاهاًah لأَيَّامِfor the days of الرَّبِيباتِthe pampered maidens الَّتيwhich
وَاهاً لأَيَّامِ الرَّبِيباتِ الَّتي
فِيهاin which نَحُلُّwe untie نَوىًseparation وَنَعْقِدُand we bind لِيناtenderness
فِيها نَحُلُّ نَوىً وَنَعْقِدُ لِينا
Ah, for the days of the pampered maidens,
when we undid separation and tied bonds of tenderness.
أَفَلَتset كواكِبُthe stars of صَوتيmy voice بِأُفولِهاwith their setting
أَفَلَت كواكِبُ صَوتي بِأُفولِها
فَلَوthen if أَنَّthat أَيّاماًdays بَقينَthey had remained بَقِيناwe would have remained
فَلَو أَنَّ أَيّاماً بَقينَ بَقِينا
The stars of my voice set with their setting;
had those days endured, we too would have endured.
سَهَّلْنَthey smoothed وَعْرَthe rough ground of الوَجْدِlonging فيalong طُرُقِthe paths of الهَوىlove
سَهَّلْنَ وَعْرَ الوَجْدِ في طُرُقِ الهَوى
وَبَذَلْنَand they gave freely مِنْof وَجْدِthe wealth of العَزاءِconsolation مَصُوناwhat was guarded
وَبَذَلْنَ مِنْ وَجْدِ العَزاءِ مَصُونا
They smoothed longing's rough ground along love's paths,
and gave freely of consolation's guarded wealth.
دِمَنٌruined dwelling-sites كَأَنَّas though البَيْنَseparation فِيهاin them آخِذٌtaking
دِمَنٌ كَأَنَّ البَيْنَ فِيها آخِذٌ
بِيَمِينِهِwith its right hand مِنِّيfrom me عَلَيَّagainst me يَمِيناan oath
بِيَمِينِهِ مِنِّي عَلَيَّ يَمِينا
Ruined dwellings, where separation seems to take
with its right hand an oath from me against myself.
كَتَبَتْthey wrote بِأَقْلامِwith the pens of التَّفَجُّعِgrief أَحْرُفاًletters
كَتَبَتْ بِأَقْلامِ التَّفَجُّعِ أَحْرُفاً
تُقْرَاare read بِأَفْواهِby the mouths of الجُفُونِthe eyelids خَفِيناthey lay hidden
تُقْرَا بِأَفْواهِ الجُفُونِ خَفِينا
They wrote letters with the pens of grief,
read by the mouths of eyelids, though hidden.
فَكَأَنَّنيso it is as though I وَحَبِيبُwith the beloved of قَلْبيmy heart مُنْشِدٌreciting
فَكَأَنَّني وَحَبِيبُ قَلْبي مُنْشِدٌ
ياO رَبْعَdwelling of خَوْلَةَKhawla مِنْfrom هَوَاكِyour love خَلِيناrelease us
يا رَبْعَ خَوْلَةَ مِنْ هَوَاكِ خَلِينا
As though I, with my heart's beloved, were chanting:
'O Khawla's dwelling, release us from your love!'
تَاللَهِby God لَوْif أُنْسِيتُI were made to forget فيin سِنَةِthe drowsiness of الكَرىsleep
تَاللَهِ لَوْ أُنْسِيتُ في سِنَةِ الكَرى
شَوْقيmy longing إِلَيْكِfor you لَمَاwould not رَقَدْتُI slept سِنِيناfor years
شَوْقي إِلَيْكِ لَمَا رَقَدْتُ سِنِينا
By God, were I made to forget, in sleep's drowsiness,
my longing for you, I would not sleep for years.
وَمُوَجِّهِand many a shedder of العَبَراتِtears وَسنَانِdrowsy الحَشىat heart
وَمُوَجِّهِ العَبَراتِ وَسنَانِ الحَشى
عَمَّاto what يُبِينُhe reveals مِنَfrom الضَّمِيرِthe inner soul دَفِيناsomething buried
عَمَّا يُبِينُ مِنَ الضَّمِيرِ دَفِينا
And many a shedder of tears, his heart asleep
to what he reveals of secrets buried within—
أَضْحىbecame يَقِينُthe certainty of الصَّبْرِpatience بَيْنَbetween ضُلوُعِهِhis ribs
أَضْحى يَقِينُ الصَّبْرِ بَيْنَ ضُلوُعِهِ
شَكّاًdoubt وَمَسْرُورُand the one gladdened by الدُّمُوعِtears حَزِيناsorrowful
شَكّاً وَمَسْرُورُ الدُّمُوعِ حَزِينا
the certainty of patience between his ribs became
doubt, and the one gladdened by tears grew sad.
حَتَّىuntil تَطَلَّعَpeered out قَلْبُهُhis heart مِنْfrom صَدْرِهِhis breast
حَتَّى تَطَلَّعَ قَلْبُهُ مِنْ صَدْرِهِ
جَزَعاًin anguish وَأَظْهَرَand revealed سِرَّهُits secret المَكْنُونَاthe concealed
جَزَعاً وَأَظْهَرَ سِرَّهُ المَكْنُونَا
Until his heart peered out from his breast
in anguish, revealing its hidden secret.
لَعِبَتْtoyed بِهِwith him أَيْديthe hands of البِلىdecay فِيin مَلْعَبٍa playground
لَعِبَتْ بِهِ أَيْدي البِلى فِي مَلْعَبٍ
لَوْif أَنَّنَاthat we مُتْناhad died بِهِthere لَحَييناwe would have lived
لَوْ أَنَّنَا مُتْنا بِهِ لَحَيينا
The hands of decay toyed with him in a playground
where, had we died, we would have come alive.
عَلِقَclung الهَوىlove مِنْهُin him بِرُكْنِto a pillar of رِعايَةٍfidelity
عَلِقَ الهَوى مِنْهُ بِرُكْنِ رِعايَةٍ
مَازَالَremained فيamid وَلَعِthe passion for السُّلُوِّforgetting رَكِيناsteadfast
مَازَالَ في وَلَعِ السُّلُوِّ رَكِينا
Love clung in him to a pillar of fidelity,
ever steadfast amid the urge to forget.
صَالَassailed الزَّمانُtime بِهِhim عَلىwith أَحْدَاثِهِits calamities
صَالَ الزَّمانُ بِهِ عَلى أَحْدَاثِهِ
حَتَّىuntil كَأَنَّas though لَهُit had عَلَيْهِagainst him دُيُوناdebts
حَتَّى كَأَنَّ لَهُ عَلَيْهِ دُيُونا
Time assailed him with its calamities,
as though it held debts against him.
تَفْنىare exhausted مَدَامِعُناour tears وَمَاyet not نَفْنىwe perish بِهاwith them
تَفْنى مَدَامِعُنا وَمَا نَفْنى بِها
فَكَأنَّهاso it is as though they سَخِطَتْwere angry لِماat what يُرْضِيناpleases us
فَكَأنَّها سَخِطَتْ لِما يُرْضِينا
Our tears are spent, yet we do not perish with them,
as though they resented whatever would please us.
مُتَرَسِّماتٍtracing marks بِالرُّسُومِon the ruins تَخَالُyou imagine فيin
مُتَرَسِّماتٍ بِالرُّسُومِ تَخَالُ في
أَلْوَانِهاtheir hues مِمَّاfrom what بِناafflicts us تَلْوِيناa coloring
أَلْوَانِها مِمَّا بِنا تَلْوِينا
They trace the ruins; you seem to see in
their hues a coloring drawn from our own suffering.
حَتَّىuntil لَقَدْindeed ضَمِنَتْthey pledged لأَحْمَدَto Ahmad عنْوَةًperforce
حَتَّى لَقَدْ ضَمِنَتْ لأَحْمَدَ عنْوَةً
أَنْthat لاnot يَزَالَhe cease to be عَلَىagainst الخُطُوبِcalamities مُعِيناa helper
أَنْ لا يَزَالَ عَلَى الخُطُوبِ مُعِينا
At last they pledged to Ahmad, perforce,
that he would always be a helper against calamities.
حَرَمٌa sanctuary لِغَاشِيَةِfor the throng seeking النَّدىbounty لَوْif لَمْnot يَكُنْwere
حَرَمٌ لِغَاشِيَةِ النَّدى لَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ
تُغْشىare visited يَدَاهُhis two hands بِالسُّؤَالِwith requests غُشِيناwe would be visited
تُغْشى يَدَاهُ بِالسُّؤَالِ غُشِينا
A sanctuary for those seeking bounty; even if
his hands received no petitions, we would still be visited.
كَرَمٌgenerosity تَمَكَّنَtook firm root فيهِin him حَتَّىuntil لَمْnot تَدَعْleave
كَرَمٌ تَمَكَّنَ فيهِ حَتَّى لَمْ تَدَعْ
أَوْصَافُهُhis qualities لِتَكَرُّمٍfor affected generosity تَمْكِيناa foothold
أَوْصَافُهُ لِتَكَرُّمٍ تَمْكِينا
Generosity took such firm root in him that
his qualities left no room for any mere show of generosity.
قَدْindeed أَوْرَقَتْput forth leaves مِنْهُfrom him الظُّنُونُexpectations وَأَثْمَرَتْand bore fruit
قَدْ أَوْرَقَتْ مِنْهُ الظُّنُونُ وَأَثْمَرَتْ
نَيْلاًbounty يَظَلُّremains الشَّكُّdoubt فيهِin it يَقِيناcertainty
نَيْلاً يَظَلُّ الشَّكُّ فيهِ يَقِينا
Expectations of him have put forth leaves and borne fruit:
a bounty in which doubt itself remains certainty.
طَلَبَتْsought مَوَاهِبُهُhis gifts مُنىthe wishes of طُلابِهاthose seeking them
طَلَبَتْ مَوَاهِبُهُ مُنى طُلابِها
فَوَقَفْنَso they stood مِمَّاfrom how long قَدْalready وَقَفْنَthey had stood وَجِيناthey grew footsore
فَوَقَفْنَ مِمَّا قَدْ وَقَفْنَ وَجِينا
His gifts sought the wishes of those who sought them,
then stood, footsore from having stood so long.
يَهْتَزُّhe quivers لِلْجَدْوىat giving اهْتِزَازَlike the quivering of مُهَنَّدٍan Indian-forged blade
يَهْتَزُّ لِلْجَدْوى اهْتِزَازَ مُهَنَّدٍ
أَبْلَتْwore out مَضَارِبُهُits striking edges الغَدَاةَat dawn جُفُوناscabbards
أَبْلَتْ مَضَارِبُهُ الغَدَاةَ جُفُونا
He quivers at giving like an Indian blade
whose edges wore through scabbards at dawn.
تُثْنَىare turned إِلَيْهِtoward him أَعِنَّةُthe reins of الرَّوْعِfear الَّذيwhich
تُثْنَى إِلَيْهِ أَعِنَّةُ الرَّوْعِ الَّذي
يَدَعُleaves الجَوادَthe thoroughbred مِنَof الأَمَانِsafety هَجِيناbasebred
يَدَعُ الجَوادَ مِنَ الأَمَانِ هَجِينا
Toward him are turned the reins of fear, which
makes safety's thoroughbred seem baseborn.
خَطَبَsought in marriage السُّيوفَthe swords مِنَfrom الحُتُوفِdeadly fates وَلَمْand not يَكُنْwas
خَطَبَ السُّيوفَ مِنَ الحُتُوفِ وَلَمْ يَكُنْ
بِمُهُورِهِنَّwith their dowries عَلَىfor البَقاءِsurvival ضَنِيناsparing
بِمُهُورِهِنَّ عَلَى البَقاءِ ضَنِينا
He sought swords in marriage from the deadly fates, and was not
sparing of their dowries out of concern for survival.
وَكَذَاكَand likewise أَطْرَافُthe points of القَناthe spears مِنْthrough طَعْنِهِhis thrusting
وَكَذَاكَ أَطْرَافُ القَنا مِنْ طَعْنِهِ
تَرَكَتْleft لأَوْراقِfor the leaves of الصُّخُورِrocks غُصُوناbranches
تَرَكَتْ لأَوْراقِ الصُّخُورِ غُصُونا
Likewise the spear-points, through his thrusting,
left branches for the foliage of rocks.
كَالشَّمْسِlike the sun حُسْناًin beauty وَالحُسَامِand the keen sword خُشُونَةًin hardness
كَالشَّمْسِ حُسْناً وَالحُسَامِ خُشُونَةً
وَالمُزْنِand rain clouds جُوداًin generosity وَالأَرَاكَةِand the arak tree لِيناin suppleness
وَالمُزْنِ جُوداً وَالأَرَاكَةِ لِينا
Like the sun in beauty, and the keen sword in hardness,
and rain clouds in bounty, and the arak tree in suppleness.
ياO مُسْقِماًone who sickens بِالْبَذْلِthrough giving صِحَّةَthe health of مَالِهِhis wealth
يا مُسْقِماً بِالْبَذْلِ صِحَّةَ مَالِهِ
فِيناfor us وَهادِمَهُand one who destroys it بِماwith what يَبْنِيناbuilds us up
فِينا وَهادِمَهُ بِما يَبْنِينا
O you who sicken your wealth's health through giving
to us, and destroy it with what builds us up.
أَسْرَجْتَyou lit فيin دَاجِيthe darkness of الوَغىbattle لِبَنيfor the sons of العِدَاthe foes
أَسْرَجْتَ في دَاجِي الوَغى لِبَني العِدَا
سُرُجاًlamps بِكَفِّكَwith your hand فيinto النُّحُورِthroats طَعِيناpierced
سُرُجاً بِكَفِّكَ في النُّحُورِ طَعِينا
In battle's darkness you lit for the sons of foes
lamps with your hand, thrust into throats.
وَعَلَوْتَand you rose مِنْthrough شَرَفِthe glory of النِّزَالِcombat بِمَنْزِلٍto a station
وَعَلَوْتَ مِنْ شَرَفِ النِّزَالِ بِمَنْزِلٍ
جَعَلَmade الثُّرَيَّاthe Pleiades فِيin ثَرَاهُits dust كَمِيناlie hidden
جَعَلَ الثُّرَيَّا فِي ثَرَاهُ كَمِينا
Through the glory of combat you rose to a station
that made the Pleiades lie hidden in its dust.
لاmay not بَاتَspend the night بَأْسُكَyour valor تَحْتَbeneath أَشْراكِthe snares of الوَغىbattle
لا بَاتَ بَأْسُكَ تَحْتَ أَشْراكِ الوَغى
أَبَداًever لِحُزْنِat the grief of الحادِثاتِcalamities حَزِيناsorrowful
أَبَداً لِحُزْنِ الحادِثاتِ حَزِينا
May your valor never spend a night beneath battle's snares,
ever sorrowful at the grief of calamities.
أَيْنَعْتَyou ripened لِيfor me فيupon نَبْعَتِيmy nabʿ tree وَرقَthe leaves of الغِنىwealth
أَيْنَعْتَ لِي في نَبْعَتِي وَرقَ الغِنى
وَدَفَعْتَand you drove away عَنِّيfrom me بِاليَقِينِwith certainty ظُنُوناdoubts
وَدَفَعْتَ عَنِّي بِاليَقِينِ ظُنُونا
For me you ripened wealth's leaves upon my nabʿ tree,
and drove doubts away from me with certainty.
وَلَقَدْand indeed رَقَتْclimbed هِمَمِيmy aspirations ظُهُورَthe backs of عَزائِميmy resolves
وَلَقَدْ رَقَتْ هِمَمِي ظُهُورَ عَزائِمي
وَغَدَوْتُand I became لِلْجَوْزاءِto al-Jawza فِيكَthrough you قَرِيناa peer
وَغَدَوْتُ لِلْجَوْزاءِ فِيكَ قَرِينا
Indeed, my aspirations mounted the backs of my resolves,
and through you I became a peer of al-Jawza.
وَكَسَوْتَنِيand you clothed me وَالْمَكْرُمَاتُwhile noble deeds تَقُولُsay لِيto me
وَكَسَوْتَنِي وَالْمَكْرُمَاتُ تَقُولُ لِي
اِفْخَرْtake pride بِأَنَّكَthat you مُذْsince كُسِيتَwere clothed كُسِيناwe were clothed
اِفْخَرْ بِأَنَّكَ مُذْ كُسِيتَ كُسِينا
You clothed me, while noble deeds say to me:
'Take pride: since you were clothed, we too were clothed.'
مِنْwith كُلِّevery سَافِرَةِdisplaying الطِّرازِembroidery كأنَّهاas though it
مِنْ كُلِّ سَافِرَةِ الطِّرازِ كأنَّها
تَصِفُdescribes المَكارِمَnoble deeds كَيْفَhowever شِئْتَyou wish وَشِيناand blemish
تَصِفُ المَكارِمَ كَيْفَ شِئْتَ وَشِينا
With every robe displaying its embroidery, as though it
describes noble deeds, however you wish—and blemish.
لَوْif كُنَّthey were فيin فَلَكٍa celestial sphere لَكُنَّthey would be كَواكِباًstars
لَوْ كُنَّ في فَلَكٍ لَكُنَّ كَواكِباً
أَوْor كُنَّthey were فيin وَجْهٍa face لَكُنَّthey would be عُيُوناeyes
أَوْ كُنَّ في وَجْهٍ لَكُنَّ عُيُونا
Had they been in a celestial sphere, they would have been stars,
or had they been in a face, they would have been eyes.
وَكأَنَّماand it is as though الآمَالُhopes عَنْكَfrom you تَفَرَّعَتْbranched out
وَكأَنَّما الآمَالُ عَنْكَ تَفَرَّعَتْ
فِيناwithin us فَماso not يَطْلُبْنَthey seek غَيْرَكَother than you فِيناamong us
فِينا فَما يَطْلُبْنَ غَيْرَكَ فِينا
It is as though hopes branched out from you
within us; among us they seek none but you.
فَاسْلَمْso remain safe فَإِنَّكَfor you مَاas long as سَلِمْتَare safe مِنَfrom الرَّدىdeath
فَاسْلَمْ فَإِنَّكَ مَا سَلِمْتَ مِنَ الرَّدى
وَسُقِيتَand you are given drink مِنْfrom مَاءِthe water of الحَياةِlife سُقِيناwe are given drink
وَسُقِيتَ مِنْ مَاءِ الحَياةِ سُقِينا
Remain safe, for as long as you are safe from death
and given the water of life to drink, we too are given drink.
Sol 6.1