إِنّيindeed I كَتَبتُI wrote إِلَيكَto you أَلتَمِسُI seek الغِنىwealth
إِنّي كَتَبتُ إِلَيكَ أَلتَمِسُ الغِنى
بِيَدَيكَthrough your two hands أَوor بِيَدَيthrough the two hands of أَبيكَyour father الهَيثَمِal-Haytham
بِيَدَيكَ أَو بِيَدَي أَبيكَ الهَيثَمِ
Indeed, I have written to you seeking wealth
I wrote to you seeking wealth,
at your hands, or those of your father, al-Haytham—
Either from your hands or your father Al-Haitham's hands,
أَيدٍhands سَبَقنَthey were first إِلىto المُناديthe caller بِالقِرىwith hospitality
أَيدٍ سَبَقنَ إِلى المُنادي بِالقِرى
وَالبَأسِand valor فيamid سَبَلِstreaming veils of العَجاجِthe dust cloud الأَقتَمِdark-hued
وَالبَأسِ في سَبَلِ العَجاجِ الأَقتَمِ
hands that were first to reach the caller with hospitality
Hands that were first to call people in towns,
and with valor amid the streaming veils of dark dust,
And valor in the paths of unyielding Ajaj,
الشاعِباتِthose that mend rifts إِذاwhen الأُمورُaffairs تَفاقَمَتgrew grave
الشاعِباتِ إِذا الأُمورُ تَفاقَمَت
وَالمُطعِماتِand those that feed إِذاwhen يَدٌa hand لَمnot (past negation) تُطعَمِbe fed
وَالمُطعِماتِ إِذا يَدٌ لَم تُطعَمِ
that mend rifts when affairs grow grave,
The givers of food when matters worsened,
and feed when a hand goes unfed,
The feeders when a hand did not feed,
وَالمُصلِحاتِand those that set right بِمالِهِنَّwith their wealth ذَويpossessors of الغِنىwealth
وَالمُصلِحاتِ بِمالِهِنَّ ذَوي الغِنى
وَالخاضِباتِand those that dye قَناthe shafts of الأَسِنَّةِthe spearheads بِالدَمِwith blood
وَالخاضِباتِ قَنا الأَسِنَّةِ بِالدَمِ
and with their wealth better the lot of the wealthy,
The reformers with their wealth of the rich people,
and dye the spear-tipped shafts with blood.
And the warriors whose lances’ tips were tainted with blood.
إِنّيindeed I حَلَفتُI swore بِرافِعينَby those raising أَكُفَّهُمtheir palms
إِنّي حَلَفتُ بِرافِعينَ أَكُفَّهُم
بَينَbetween الحَطيمِal-Hatim وَبَينَand between حَوضَيthe two basins of زَمزَمِZamzam
بَينَ الحَطيمِ وَبَينَ حَوضَي زَمزَمِ
Indeed, I have sworn by those who raise their palms
I swore by those raising their palms,
between al-Hatim and the two basins of Zamzam:
Between the rubbles and the basin of Zamzam,
لِتَأتِيَنَّكَshall surely come to you مِدحَةٌa poem of praise مَشهورَةٌrenowned
لِتَأتِيَنَّكَ مِدحَةٌ مَشهورَةٌ
غَرّاءُradiant يَعرِفُهاrecognize it رِفاقُtraveling companions المَوسِمِthe pilgrimage season
غَرّاءُ يَعرِفُها رِفاقُ المَوسِمِ
a renowned poem of praise shall surely reach you,
That you will receive a famous eulogy,
radiant, recognized by the bands of pilgrims.
Fresh, known to friends of the season.
Sol 6.1