يُحَيّيكَgreets you مِنfrom أَرضِthe land of الكِنانَةِthe Quiver (Egypt) شاعِرٌa poet
يُحَيّيكَ مِن أَرضِ الكِنانَةِ شاعِرٌ
شَغوفٌpassionate بِقَولِabout the words of العَبقَرِيّينَgeniuses مُغرَمُenamored
شَغوفٌ بِقَولِ العَبقَرِيّينَ مُغرَمُ
A poet greets you from Egypt, the land of the Quiver,
Passionate, enamored of the words of geniuses.
وَيُطرِبُهِand delights him فيon يَومِthe day of ذِكراكَyour remembrance أَنthat مَشَتcame walking
وَيُطرِبُهِ في يَومِ ذِكراكَ أَن مَشَت
إِلَيكَto you مُلوكُthe kings of القَولِspeech عُربٌArabs وَأَعجَمُand non-Arabs
إِلَيكَ مُلوكُ القَولِ عُربٌ وَأَعجَمُ
And on your day of remembrance, it delights him that there have come
To you the kings of speech, Arab and non-Arab.
نَظَرتَyou gazed بِعَينِwith the eye of الغَيبِthe unseen فيinto كُلِّevery أُمَّةٍnation
نَظَرتَ بِعَينِ الغَيبِ في كُلِّ أُمَّةٍ
وَفيand in كُلِّevery عَصرٍage ثُمَّthen أَنشَأتَyou began تَحكُمُyou judge
وَفي كُلِّ عَصرٍ ثُمَّ أَنشَأتَ تَحكُمُ
You gazed with the eye of the unseen into every nation,
And into every age, then began to judge.
فَلَمso did not تُخطِئِyou miss المَرمىthe mark وَلاand no غَروَwonder أَنthat دَنَتdrew near
فَلَم تُخطِئِ المَرمى وَلا غَروَ أَن دَنَت
لَكَto you الغايَةُthe goal القُصوىthe utmost فَإِنَّكَfor you are مُلهَمُinspired
لَكَ الغايَةُ القُصوى فَإِنَّكَ مُلهَمُ
You never missed the mark; no wonder there drew near
To you the utmost goal, for you are inspired.
أَفِقawake ساعَةًfor an hour وَاُنظُرand look إِلىat الخَلقِmankind نَظرَةًa glance
أَفِق ساعَةً وَاُنظُر إِلى الخَلقِ نَظرَةً
تَجِدهُمyou will find them وَإِنand even if راقَis pleasing الطِلاءُthe varnish هُمُthey هُمُthey
تَجِدهُم وَإِن راقَ الطِلاءُ هُمُ هُمُ
Awake an hour, and cast a glance upon mankind:
You will find them, though the varnish charms, still what they were.
عَلىon ظَهرِهاher back مِنfrom شَرِّthe evil of أَطماعِهِمtheir ambitions دَمٌblood
عَلى ظَهرِها مِن شَرِّ أَطماعِهِم دَمٌ
وَفَوقَand above عُبابِthe swelling waves of البَحرِthe sea مِنfrom صُنعِهِمtheir doing دَمُblood
وَفَوقَ عُبابِ البَحرِ مِن صُنعِهِم دَمُ
On her back lies blood from their wicked ambitions,
And upon the sea's swelling waves, blood of their own making.
تَفانَواthey destroyed one another عَلىover دُنياa world تَغُرُّthat beguiles وَباطِلٍand falsehood
تَفانَوا عَلى دُنيا تَغُرُّ وَباطِلٍ
يَزولُvanishes إِلىuntil أَنthat ضَجَّتِcried out الأَرضُthe earth مِنهُمُagainst them
يَزولُ إِلى أَن ضَجَّتِ الأَرضُ مِنهُمُ
They destroyed one another over a world that beguiles, and falsehood
That vanishes, until the earth cried out against them.
فَلَيتَكَso, if only you تَحياyou live ياO أَباfather of الشِعرِpoetry ساعَةًfor an hour
فَلَيتَكَ تَحيا يا أَبا الشِعرِ ساعَةً
لِتَنظُرَso you may see ماwhat يُصمىkills outright وَيُدمىand draws blood وَيُؤلِمُand pains
لِتَنظُرَ ما يُصمى وَيُدمى وَيُؤلِمُ
Would that you could live an hour, O father of poetry,
To see what strikes dead, draws blood, and brings pain:
وَقائِعَbattles of حَربٍa war أَجَّجَstoked العِلمُscience نارَهاits fire
وَقائِعَ حَربٍ أَجَّجَ العِلمُ نارَها
فَكادَso nearly بِهاthrough it عَهدُthe age of الحَضارَةِcivilization يُختَمُbe ended
فَكادَ بِها عَهدُ الحَضارَةِ يُختَمُ
Battles of a war whose fire science has stoked,
Through which the age of civilization nearly came to an end.
وَتَعلَمُand you know أَنَّthat الطَبعَhuman nature لازالَstill remains غالِباًdominant
وَتَعلَمُ أَنَّ الطَبعَ لازالَ غالِباً
سَواءَalike جَهولُthe ignorant among القَومِthe people وَالمُتَعَلِّمُand the educated
سَواءَ جَهولُ القَومِ وَالمُتَعَلِّمُ
And know that human nature still prevails,
In the ignorant among mankind and the learned alike.
فَماso not بَلَغَتhas attained مِنهُfrom it الحَضارَةُcivilization مَأرَباًan aim
فَما بَلَغَت مِنهُ الحَضارَةُ مَأرَباً
وَلاnor نالَobtained مِنهُfrom it العِلمُscience ماwhat كانَused to يَزعُمُclaim
وَلا نالَ مِنهُ العِلمُ ما كانَ يَزعُمُ
Civilization has achieved no purpose with it,
Nor has science gained from it what it once claimed.
أَهَبتَyou sounded a warning بِهَذاabout this مِنago قُرونٍcenturies ثَلاثَةٍthree
أَهَبتَ بِهَذا مِن قُرونٍ ثَلاثَةٍ
وَكُنتَand you were عَلىagainst تِلكَthose الطَبائِعِnatures تَنقِمُyou voiced indignation
وَكُنتَ عَلى تِلكَ الطَبائِعِ تَنقِمُ
You sounded this warning three centuries ago,
And condemned those very natures.
وَماand not هَدَمَhas demolished التَجريبُexperience رَأياًan opinion بَنَيتَهُyou built it
وَما هَدَمَ التَجريبُ رَأياً بَنَيتَهُ
وَلاand not زالَتِhave ceased الآراءُopinions تُبنىbeing built وَتُهدَمُand being demolished
وَلا زالَتِ الآراءُ تُبنى وَتُهدَمُ
Experience has demolished no opinion you built,
Though opinions continue to be built and demolished.
أَلاbehold إِنَّindeed ذِكرىthe remembrance of شِكسِبيرَShakespeare بَدَتhas appeared لَناto us
أَلا إِنَّ ذِكرى شِكسِبيرَ بَدَت لَنا
بَشيرَa herald of سَلامٍpeace ثَغرُهُhis mouth يَتَبَسَّمُsmiles
بَشيرَ سَلامٍ ثَغرُهُ يَتَبَسَّمُ
Behold, Shakespeare's remembrance has appeared to us
As a herald of peace with a smiling mouth.
فَلَوso if أَنصَفواthey treated justly أَبطالَهُمtheir heroes لَتَهادَنواthey would have made a truce
فَلَو أَنصَفوا أَبطالَهُم لَتَهادَنوا
قَليلاًfor a little while وَحَيَّواand they saluted شِعرَهُhis poetry وَتَرَنَّمواand they sang
قَليلاً وَحَيَّوا شِعرَهُ وَتَرَنَّموا
Had they done justice to their heroes, they would have made a truce
For a little while, and saluted his poetry and sung.
وَلَمand did not يُطلِقواthey fire فيon يَومِthe day of ذِكراهُhis remembrance مِدفَعاًa cannon
وَلَم يُطلِقوا في يَومِ ذِكراهُ مِدفَعاً
وَلَمand did not يُزهِقواthey take نَفساًa life وَلَمand did not يَتَقَحَّمواthey rush headlong
وَلَم يُزهِقوا نَفساً وَلَم يَتَقَحَّموا
They would have fired no cannon on his day of remembrance,
Nor taken a life, nor rushed headlong into battle.
لَهُhe has قَلَمٌa pen ماضيkeen الشَباةِthe point كَأَنَّماas though
لَهُ قَلَمٌ ماضي الشَباةِ كَأَنَّما
أَقامَmade its home بِشِقَّيهِin its two halves القَضاءُfate المُحَتَّمُinevitable
أَقامَ بِشِقَّيهِ القَضاءُ المُحَتَّمُ
He has a pen keen of point, as though
Inexorable fate had made its home in its two halves.
طَهورٌutterly pure إِذاif ماever دُنِّسَتis sullied كَفُّthe palm of كاتِبٍa writer
طَهورٌ إِذا ما دُنِّسَت كَفُّ كاتِبٍ
وَثَوبٌswift-leaping إِذاif ماever قَرَّrests فيon الطِرسِthe page مِرقَمُa stylus
وَثَوبٌ إِذا ما قَرَّ في الطِرسِ مِرقَمُ
Pure when a writer's palm is sullied,
Darting when another pen rests upon the page.
وَلوعٌpassionately fond بِتَصويرِof depicting الطِباعِhuman natures فَلَمso did not يَجُزhe pass
وَلوعٌ بِتَصويرِ الطِباعِ فَلَم يَجُز
بِعاطِفَةٍby an emotion إِلّاexcept that حَسِبناهُwe thought him يَرسُمُdrawing
بِعاطِفَةٍ إِلّا حَسِبناهُ يَرسُمُ
Devoted to depicting human natures, he never passed
An emotion without our thinking he was drawing it.
أَرانِيَhe showed me فيin ماكبيثَMacbeth لِلحِقدِof rancor صورَةًan image
أَرانِيَ في ماكبيثَ لِلحِقدِ صورَةً
تَكادُalmost بِهاwith it أَحشاؤُهُhis entrails تَتَضَرَّمُburst into flame
تَكادُ بِها أَحشاؤُهُ تَتَضَرَّمُ
In Macbeth he showed me an image of rancor,
His very entrails almost bursting into flame with it.
وَمَثَّلَand portrayed فيin شَيلوكَShylock لِلبُخلِof avarice سِحنَةًa countenance
وَمَثَّلَ في شَيلوكَ لِلبُخلِ سِحنَةً
عَلَيهاupon it غُبارُthe dust of الهونِabasement وَالوَجهُand the face أَقتَمُdust-dark
عَلَيها غُبارُ الهونِ وَالوَجهُ أَقتَمُ
And in Shylock he portrayed a countenance of avarice,
Upon it the dust of abasement, and the face is dark.
وَأَقعَدَنيand left me powerless عَنfrom وَصفِdescribing هَمليتَHamlet حُسنُهاits beauty
وَأَقعَدَني عَن وَصفِ هَمليتَ حُسنُها
وَفيand before مِثلِهاthe like of it تَعياare helpless اليَراعَةُthe reed pen وَالفَمُand the mouth
وَفي مِثلِها تَعيا اليَراعَةُ وَالفَمُ
And Hamlet's beauty left me powerless to describe it,
Before the like of it, both reed pen and mouth are helpless.
دَعِleave aside السِحرَthe magic فيin رُميوRomeo وَجوليتَand Juliet إِنَّماonly
دَعِ السِحرَ في رُميو وَجوليتَ إِنَّما
يُحِسُّfeels بِماwhat فيهاis within it الأَديبُthe man of letters المُتَيَّمُlovestruck
يُحِسُّ بِما فيها الأَديبُ المُتَيَّمُ
Leave aside the magic in Romeo and Juliet: only
The lovestruck man of letters feels what lies within it.
أَتاهُمhe came to them بِشِعرٍwith poetry عَبقَرِيٍّof genius كَأَنَّهُas though it were
أَتاهُم بِشِعرٍ عَبقَرِيٍّ كَأَنَّهُ
سُطورٌlines مِنَfrom الإِنجيلِthe Gospel تُتلىare recited وَتُكرَمُand are revered
سُطورٌ مِنَ الإِنجيلِ تُتلى وَتُكرَمُ
He brought them poetry of genius, as though it were
Lines from the Gospel, recited and revered,
نَدِيٍّdewy عَلىthrough الأَيّامِthe days يَزدادُgrows نَضرَةًin freshness
نَدِيٍّ عَلى الأَيّامِ يَزدادُ نَضرَةً
وَيَزدادُand grows فيهاthrough them جِدَّةًin newness وَهوَwhile it يَقدُمُgrows old
وَيَزدادُ فيها جِدَّةً وَهوَ يَقدُمُ
Dew-fresh, gaining bloom through the passing days,
And growing newer through them even as it grows old.
يُؤَتّىit is conveyed إِلىto قُرّائِهِits readers أَنَّthat نَسجَهُits weaving
يُؤَتّى إِلى قُرّائِهِ أَنَّ نَسجَهُ
لِيَومٍbut a day old وَأَنَّand that الحائِكَthe weaver اليَومَtoday فيهِمُamong them
لِيَومٍ وَأَنَّ الحائِكَ اليَومَ فيهِمُ
Its readers are led to believe that its weaving is
Only a day old, and that the weaver is among them today.
كَتِلكَlike those النُقوشِinscriptions الزاهِياتِradiant بِمَعبَدٍin a temple
كَتِلكَ النُقوشِ الزاهِياتِ بِمَعبَدٍ
لِفِرعَونَof Pharaoh لاnot زالَتhave ceased عَلىthrough الدَهرِthe ages تَسلَمُto remain intact
لِفِرعَونَ لا زالَت عَلى الدَهرِ تَسلَمُ
Like those radiant inscriptions in a temple
Of Pharaoh, still unscathed through the ages.
فَلَمso has not يَدنُapproached مِنto إِحسانِهِhis excellence مُتَأَخِّرٌa successor
فَلَم يَدنُ مِن إِحسانِهِ مُتَأَخِّرٌ
وَلَمand has not يَجرِrun فيin مَيدانِهِhis arena مُتَقَدِّمُa predecessor
وَلَم يَجرِ في مَيدانِهِ مُتَقَدِّمُ
No successor has approached his excellence,
Nor has any predecessor run in his arena.
أَطَلَّhe looked down عَلَيهِمupon them مِنfrom سَماءِthe heaven of خَيالِهِhis imagination
أَطَلَّ عَلَيهِم مِن سَماءِ خَيالِهِ
وَحَلَّقَand soared حَيثُwhere الوَهمُfancy لاdoes not يَتَجَشَّمُventure
وَحَلَّقَ حَيثُ الوَهمُ لا يَتَجَشَّمُ
He looked down upon them from the heaven of his imagination,
And soared where fancy does not venture.
وَجاءَand came بِماwith what فَوقَbeyond الطَبيعَةِnature وَقعُهُits impact
وَجاءَ بِما فَوقَ الطَبيعَةِ وَقعُهُ
فَأَكبَرَso held in awe قَومٌsome people ماwhat أَتاهُhe accomplished it وَأَعظَمواand they deemed it mighty
فَأَكبَرَ قَومٌ ما أَتاهُ وَأَعظَموا
And brought forth what was supernatural in its effect,
So some held what he had done in awe and wonder.
وَقالواand they said تَحَدّاناhe challenged us بِماwith what يُعجِزُbaffles النُهىreason
وَقالوا تَحَدّانا بِما يُعجِزُ النُهى
فَلَسناso we are not إِذَنthen آثارَهُhis footsteps نَتَرَسَّمُwe follow
فَلَسنا إِذَن آثارَهُ نَتَرَسَّمُ
They said, “He has challenged us with what baffles reason;
So then we shall not follow in his footsteps.”
وَلَمand did not يَتَحَدَّchallenge الناسَmankind لَكِنَّهُbut he is اِمرُؤٌa man
وَلَم يَتَحَدَّ الناسَ لَكِنَّهُ اِمرُؤٌ
بِماwith what كانَwas فيwithin مَقدورِهِhis power يَتَكَلَّمُhe speaks
بِما كانَ في مَقدورِهِ يَتَكَلَّمُ
Yet he did not challenge mankind; he was merely a man
Who spoke as his own powers allowed.
لَقَدindeed جَهِلوهُthey misunderstood him حِقبَةًfor an age ثُمَّthen رَدَّهُمbrought them back
لَقَد جَهِلوهُ حِقبَةً ثُمَّ رَدَّهُم
إِلَيهِto him الهُدىguidance فَاِستَغفَرواso they sought forgiveness وَتَرَحَّمواand they prayed for mercy
إِلَيهِ الهُدى فَاِستَغفَروا وَتَرَحَّموا
They misunderstood him for an age, then guidance brought them
Back to him; they sought forgiveness and prayed for mercy upon him.
كَذاكَlikewise رِجالُthe men of الشَرقِthe East لَوif only يُنصِفونَهُمthey treat them justly
كَذاكَ رِجالُ الشَرقِ لَو يُنصِفونَهُم
لَقامَwould arise لَهُمfor them فيin الشَرقِthe East وَالغَربِand the West مَوسِمُa festival
لَقامَ لَهُم في الشَرقِ وَالغَربِ مَوسِمُ
So too the men of the East: if they were treated justly,
A festival would be held for them in East and West.
أَضاءَshone بِهِمthrough them بَطنُthe depths of الثَرىthe earth بَعدَafter مَوتِهِمtheir death
أَضاءَ بِهِم بَطنُ الثَرى بَعدَ مَوتِهِم
وَأَعقابُهُمand their descendants عَنto نورِthe light of آياتِهِمtheir masterworks عَمواthey were blind
وَأَعقابُهُم عَن نورِ آياتِهِم عَموا
Through them the earth's depths shone after their deaths,
Yet their descendants were blind to the light of their masterworks.
فَقُلso say لِبَنيto the sons of التاميزِthe Thames وَالجَمعُwhile the gathering حافِلٌis thronged
فَقُل لِبَني التاميزِ وَالجَمعُ حافِلٌ
بِهِin it يُنثَرُare scattered الدُرُّpearls الثَمينُprecious وَيُنظَمُand are strung
بِهِ يُنثَرُ الدُرُّ الثَمينُ وَيُنظَمُ
So tell the sons of the Thames, while the gathering is thronged,
In which precious pearls are scattered and strung:
لَئِنif indeed كانَis فيin ضَخمِthe vastness of الأَساطيلِthe fleets فَخرُكُمyour glory
لَئِن كانَ في ضَخمِ الأَساطيلِ فَخرُكُم
لَفَخرُكُمُsurely your glory بِالشاعِرِin the poet الفَردِpeerless أَعظَمُis greater
لَفَخرُكُمُ بِالشاعِرِ الفَردِ أَعظَمُ
If your glory lies in the vastness of your fleets,
Surely your glory in the peerless poet is greater.
Sol 6.1