لَكَfor you البَلاغُةُeloquence مَيدانَan arena نَشأَتِyou grew up بِهِin it
لَكَ البَلاغُةُ مَيدانَ نَشأَتِ بِهِ
وَسَحَرَand the magic لَفظُكَyour words لِلأَلبابِfor minds يَختَطِفُsnatches away
وَسَحَرَ لَفظُكَ لِلأَلبابِ يَختَطِفُ
Eloquence is your arena, in which you grew up;
You have eloquence as your domain which you were raised in
And the magic of your words snatches minds away.
And your words' magic captures minds
فَكَيفَhow, then نُدرِكُwe attain شَأواa height قَدindeed خَصَّصَتyou were singled out بِهِfor it
فَكَيفَ نُدرِكُ شَأوا قَد خَصَّصَت بِهِ
وَكُلُّناand all of us بِقُصورٍto falling short عَنكَof you يَعتَرِفُadmits
وَكُلُّنا بِقُصورٍ عَنكَ يَعتَرِفُ
How, then, can we attain a height for which you were singled out,
So how can we attain what you have been specialized with
While all of us admit to falling short of you?
When we all confess our shortcomings compared to you
مَهَّدَmake allowance لِيَfor me العُذرُan excuse فيfor شِعرِverse بَعَثَتI sent بِهِwith it
مَهَّدَ لِيَ العُذرُ في شِعرِ بَعَثَت بِهِ
فَإِنَّهاfor it is رميةa shot جاءَتcame بِهاwith it الصَدَفُchance
فَإِنَّها رمية جاءَت بِها الصَدَفُ
Grant me indulgence for the verse I sent,
My excuse has paved the way regarding the poetry I sent
For it is a shot brought about by chance.
For it is an arrow released by chance
وَالأَمرُand the matter فيin ذاكَthat لاnot يَحتاجُneeds بَيِّنَةًproof
وَالأَمرُ في ذاكَ لا يَحتاجُ بَيِّنَةً
مِنwhoever عِندِهِin his possession الدُرِّpearls لاnot يَهديis offered لَهُto him الصَدَفُshells
مِن عِندِهِ الدُرِّ لا يَهدي لَهُ الصَدَفُ
And this matter needs no proof:
And the matter in that needs no explanation
No shells are offered to one who possesses pearls.
Pearls do not come from shells
Sol 6.1