سَعَيتُI strove إِلىto أَنthat كِدتُI nearly أَنتَعِلُI wear as sandals الدَماblood
سَعَيتُ إِلى أَن كِدتُ أَنتَعِلُ الدَما
وَعُدتُand I returned وَماand not أُعقِبتُI was left with إِلّاexcept التَنَدُّماregret
وَعُدتُ وَما أُعقِبتُ إِلّا التَنَدُّما
I strove until I almost wore blood for sandals,
I toiled until I almost bled,
And returned with nothing but regret as my reward.
And returned with nothing but regret.
لَحىmay ... curse اللَهُGod عَهدَthe age of القاسِطينَthe unjust الَّذيwhich بِهِin it
لَحى اللَهُ عَهدَ القاسِطينَ الَّذي بِهِ
تَهَدَّمَcrumbled مِنof بُنيانِناour edifice ماwhat تَهَدَّماcrumbled
تَهَدَّمَ مِن بُنيانِنا ما تَهَدَّما
May God curse the age of the unjust, in which
May God obliterate the covenant of the unjust,
So much of our edifice came tumbling down.
By which parts of our edifice fell.
إِذاif شِئتَyou wish أَنto تَلقىyou find السَعادَةَhappiness بَينَهُمamong them
إِذا شِئتَ أَن تَلقى السَعادَةَ بَينَهُم
فَلاthen do not تَكُbe مِصرِيّاًEgyptian وَلاand do not تَكُbe مُسلِماMuslim
فَلا تَكُ مِصرِيّاً وَلا تَكُ مُسلِما
If you wish to find happiness among them,
If you want to find happiness among them,
Then be neither an Egyptian nor a Muslim.
Be neither Egyptian nor Muslim.
سَلامٌfarewell عَلىto الدُنياthe world سَلامَthe farewell of مُوَدِّعٍone taking leave
سَلامٌ عَلى الدُنيا سَلامَ مُوَدِّعٍ
رَأىhe found فيin ظَلامِthe darkness of القَبرِthe grave أُنساًcomfort وَمَغنَماand gain
رَأى في ظَلامِ القَبرِ أُنساً وَمَغنَما
Farewell to the world—the farewell of one departing,
Peace upon the world, the farewell peace
Who found comfort and gain in the darkness of the grave.
Of one who saw comfort and gain in the darkness of the grave.
أَضَرَّتharmed بِهِhim الأولىthe first فَهامَso he fell in love بِأُختِهاwith her sister
أَضَرَّت بِهِ الأولى فَهامَ بِأُختِها
فَإِنand if ساءَتِproves cruel الأُخرىthe other فَوَيلاهُthen woe to him مِنهُماfrom them both
فَإِن ساءَتِ الأُخرى فَوَيلاهُ مِنهُما
The first harmed him, so he fell in love with her sister;
The first one harmed me, so I turned to her sister,
And if the other proves cruel, woe to him from both!
And if the other turns out bad, woe to me from both.
فَهُبّيso blow رِياحَO winds of المَوتِdeath نُكباًcrosswise وَأَطفِئيand extinguish
فَهُبّي رِياحَ المَوتِ نُكباً وَأَطفِئي
سِراجَthe lamp of حَياتيmy life قَبلَbefore أَنthat يَتَحَطَّماit shatters
سِراجَ حَياتي قَبلَ أَن يَتَحَطَّما
Then blow, O winds of death, in crosswise gusts, and quench
O winds of death, blow me over and extinguish
The lamp of my life before it shatters.
The lamp of my life before it gets smashed.
فَماfor not عَصَمَتنيprotected me مِنfrom زَمانيmy times فَضائِليmy virtues
فَما عَصَمَتني مِن زَماني فَضائِلي
وَلَكِنbut رَأَيتُI found المَوتَdeath لِلحُرِّfor the free man أَعصَماmore protective
وَلَكِن رَأَيتُ المَوتَ لِلحُرِّ أَعصَما
For my virtues have not shielded me from my times,
My virtues did not protect me from my fate,
But I have found death a surer shield for the free man.
But I saw that death is most protective of the free.
فَياso O قَلبُheart لاdo not تَجزَعdespair إِذاwhen عَضَّكَbites you الأَسىsorrow
فَيا قَلبُ لا تَجزَع إِذا عَضَّكَ الأَسى
فَإِنّكَfor you بَعدَafter اليَومِtoday لَنwill not تَتَأَلَّماyou feel pain
فَإِنّكَ بَعدَ اليَومِ لَن تَتَأَلَّما
So, O heart, do not despair when sorrow bites you;
O heart, do not grieve when sorrow stings you,
For after today you will no longer feel pain.
For after this day, you shall never again feel pain.
وَياand O عَينُeye قَدindeed آنَis at hand الجُمودُdrying up لِمَدمَعيfor my tears
وَيا عَينُ قَد آنَ الجُمودُ لِمَدمَعي
فَلاso neither سَيلَa torrent of دَمعٍtears تَسكُبينَyou pour forth وَلاnor دَماblood
فَلا سَيلَ دَمعٍ تَسكُبينَ وَلا دَما
And, O eye, it is time for my tears to dry;
O eye, the time for your tears has passed
So you will shed neither a torrent of tears nor blood.
So shed no more tears or blood.
وَياand O يَدُhand ماnever كَلَّفتُكِI charged you with البَسطَoutstretching مَرَّةًonce
وَيا يَدُ ما كَلَّفتُكِ البَسطَ مَرَّةً
لِذيto one with مِنَّةٍa favor أَولىbestowed الجَميلَkindness وَأَنعَماand granted favors
لِذي مِنَّةٍ أَولى الجَميلَ وَأَنعَما
And, O hand, never once did I bid you stretch out
O hand, I never asked you once
To a benefactor who bestowed kindness and favors.
To favor one with kindness or gifts.
فَلِلَّهِso, by God ماhow أَحلاكِlovely you are فيin أَنمُلِthe fingers of البِلىdecay
فَلِلَّهِ ما أَحلاكِ في أَنمُلِ البِلى
وَإِنalthough كُنتِyou were أَحلىlovelier فيon الطُروسِthe written pages وَأَكرَماand nobler
وَإِن كُنتِ أَحلى في الطُروسِ وَأَكرَما
So, by God, how lovely you are in decay's fingers,
To God belongs what adorns you with rings
Though on the written pages you were lovelier and nobler.
Even if you are lovelier with bracelets and generosity.
وَياand O قَدَميmy foot ماnever سِرتِyou walked بيwith me لِمَذَلَّةٍto humiliation
وَيا قَدَمي ما سِرتِ بي لِمَذَلَّةٍ
وَلَمand did not تَرتَقيyou climb إِلّاexcept إِلىtoward العِزِّhonor سُلَّماa ladder
وَلَم تَرتَقي إِلّا إِلى العِزِّ سُلَّما
And, O my foot, you never carried me to humiliation,
O feet, you never took me to humiliation
Nor climbed a ladder except toward honor.
But only climbed the ladder of honor.
فَلاso do not تُبطِئيbe slow سَيراًin walking إِلىtoward المَوتِdeath وَاِعلَميand know
فَلا تُبطِئي سَيراً إِلى المَوتِ وَاِعلَمي
بِأَنَّthat كَريمَthe noble one of القَومِthe people مَنone who ماتَdied مُكرَماhonored
بِأَنَّ كَريمَ القَومِ مَن ماتَ مُكرَما
So do not slacken your pace toward death, and know
Do not hesitate to walk toward death, and know
That the noble one among a people is he who dies honored.
That the most honorable people die with honor.
وَياand O نَفسُsoul كَمhow often جَشَّمتُكِI burdened you with الصَبرَpatience وَالرِضاand contentment
وَيا نَفسُ كَم جَشَّمتُكِ الصَبرَ وَالرِضا
وَجَشَّمتِنيand you burdened me أَنto أَلبَسَI wear المَجدَglory مُعلَماemblazoned
وَجَشَّمتِني أَن أَلبَسَ المَجدَ مُعلَما
And, O soul, how often I forced patience and contentment upon you,
O soul, how I adorned you with patience and consent,
And you made me don glory as an emblazoned robe.
And adorned myself to wear the badge of glory.
فَماyet not اِسطَعتِyou could أَنto تَستَمرِئيyou find palatable مُرَّthe bitterness of طَعمِهِits taste
فَما اِسطَعتِ أَن تَستَمرِئي مُرَّ طَعمِهِ
وَماand not اِسطَعتُI could بَينَamong القَومِthe people أَنto أَتَقَدَّماI advance
وَما اِسطَعتُ بَينَ القَومِ أَن أَتَقَدَّما
Yet you could not stomach its bitter taste,
You did not succeed in relishing its bitter taste,
Nor could I advance among the people.
Nor did I succeed in preceding the people.
فَهَذاso this is فِراقٌa parting بَينَناbetween us فَتَجَمَّليso bear it nobly
فَهَذا فِراقٌ بَينَنا فَتَجَمَّلي
فَإِنَّfor indeed الرَدىdeath أَحلىsweeter مَذاقاًin savor وَمَطعَماand in taste
فَإِنَّ الرَدى أَحلى مَذاقاً وَمَطعَما
So this is our parting; bear it nobly,
This is our farewell, so take it gracefully,
For death is sweeter in savor and taste.
For destruction is sweeter and more flavorful.
وَياand O صَدرُbreast كَمhow often حَلَّتsettled بِذاتِكَwithin your very self ضيقَةٌdistress
وَيا صَدرُ كَم حَلَّت بِذاتِكَ ضيقَةٌ
وَكَمand how often جالَroamed فيin أَنحائِكَyour recesses الهَمُّworry وَاِرتَمىand flung itself down
وَكَم جالَ في أَنحائِكَ الهَمُّ وَاِرتَمى
And, O breast, how often distress has settled within you,
O chest, how much distress has descended upon you,
And how often worry has roamed your recesses and flung itself down.
And how much worry and sorrow took refuge inside you.
فَهَلّاthen will you not تَرىyou see فيin ضيقَةِthe narrowness of القَبرِthe grave فُسحَةًspaciousness
فَهَلّا تَرى في ضيقَةِ القَبرِ فُسحَةً
تُنَفِّسُeases عَنكَfrom you الكَربَanguish إِنif بِتَّyou spend the night مُبرَماtormented
تُنَفِّسُ عَنكَ الكَربَ إِن بِتَّ مُبرَما
Then will you not see in the grave's confinement a spaciousness
Can you not see relief in the narrowness of the grave
That eases your anguish, should you spend the night tormented?
That would relieve your suffering once concluded?
وَياand O قَبرُgrave لاdo not تَبخَلbegrudge بِرَدِّin returning تَحِيَّةٍa greeting
وَيا قَبرُ لا تَبخَل بِرَدِّ تَحِيَّةٍ
عَلىto صاحِبٍa friend أَوفىdrew near عَلَيناto us وَسَلَّماand offered greetings
عَلى صاحِبٍ أَوفى عَلَينا وَسَلَّما
And, O grave, do not begrudge a greeting in return
O grave, do not be stingy in returning a greeting
To a friend who comes to us and offers greetings.
To a friend who was loyal to us and bid farewell.
وَهَيهاتَyet how unlikely يَأتيwill come الحَيُّthe living لِلمَيتِto the dead زائِراًas a visitor
وَهَيهاتَ يَأتي الحَيُّ لِلمَيتِ زائِراً
فَإِنّيfor I رَأَيتُI have seen الوُدَّaffection فيamong الحَيِّthe living أُسقِماstricken ill
فَإِنّي رَأَيتُ الوُدَّ في الحَيِّ أُسقِما
Yet how unlikely that the living should come to visit the dead!
Alas, the living will not visit the dead,
For I have seen affection among the living stricken ill.
For I saw sincerity for the living as frail.
وَياand O أَيُّهاyou النَجمُstar الَّذيwho طالَhas lasted long سُهدُهُhis sleeplessness
وَيا أَيُّها النَجمُ الَّذي طالَ سُهدُهُ
وَقَدand indeed أَخَذَتhas taken مِنهُfrom him السُرىnight travel أَينَwherever يَمَّماhe headed
وَقَد أَخَذَت مِنهُ السُرى أَينَ يَمَّما
And, O star, whose sleeplessness has long endured,
O star that stayed up long
And whom night journeys have worn down wherever you have turned,
And the Pleiades took from it - where did it point to?
لَعَلَّكَperhaps you لاwill not تَنسىforget عُهودَthe pledges of مُنادِمٍa boon companion
لَعَلَّكَ لا تَنسى عُهودَ مُنادِمٍ
تَعَلَّمَlearned مِنكَfrom you السُهدَsleeplessness وَالأَينَand weariness كُلَّماwhenever
تَعَلَّمَ مِنكَ السُهدَ وَالأَينَ كُلَّما
Perhaps you will not forget the pledges of a boon companion,
Perhaps you do not forget the company of a devoted friend
Who learned from you sleeplessness and weariness whenever...
Who learned wakefulness and direction from you whenever.
Sol 6.1