بِيin me مِنof رَسِيسِlingering traces الحُبِّlove ماwhat تَرَيانِyou two see
بِي مِن رَسِيسِ الحُبِّ ما تَرَيانِ
فَذَراso leave off, you two مَلامِيblaming me أَيُّهاO الرَجُلانِyou two men
فَذَرا مَلامِي أَيُّها الرَجُلانِ
In me are the lingering traces of love you both see;
so cease blaming me, you two men.
يَكفِيكُماsuffices you both دُونَwithout المَلامَةِreproach فيin الهَوىlove
يَكفِيكُما دُونَ المَلامَةِ في الهَوى
تَسهِيدُsleeplessness of عَينيmy eye وَاختِفاقُand the fluttering of جَنانيmy heart
تَسهِيدُ عَيني وَاختِفاقُ جَناني
Enough for you both, without reproach for love,
are my eye's sleeplessness and my heart's fluttering.
عُوجاturn aside, you two المَطِيَّthe mounts وَساعِدانيand help me, you two بِالبُكاin weeping
عُوجا المَطِيَّ وَساعِداني بِالبُكا
فيat الرَبعِthe campsite أَوor فَتَرَوَّحاthen depart, you two وَدَعانيand leave me, you two
في الرَبعِ أَو فَتَرَوَّحا وَدَعاني
Turn the mounts aside, and help me weep
at the campsite—or else depart and leave me.
وَصِفاand describe, you two غَراميmy passion لِلبَخيلَةِto the withholding woman وَاعلَماand know, you two
وَصِفا غَرامي لِلبَخيلَةِ وَاعلَما
أَنَّthat الَّذيwhat بِيis in me فَوقَexceeds ماwhat تَصِفانِyou two describe
أَنَّ الَّذي بِي فَوقَ ما تَصِفانِ
Describe my passion to the withholding woman, and know
that what I suffer exceeds what you both describe.
فَلَعَلَّso perhaps هِنداًHind أَنthat تَرِقَّmay feel pity لِبائِسٍfor a wretched man
فَلَعَلَّ هِنداً أَن تَرِقَّ لِبائِسٍ
يَرضىis content بِزُورِwith the falsity of مَواعِدٍpromises وَأَمانيand hopes
يَرضى بِزُورِ مَواعِدٍ وَأَماني
Perhaps Hind may yet pity a wretched man
content with false promises and hopes.
ياO دِمَنَةًruined campsite ضَنِيَتhas wasted away وَجِسميand my body مِثلُهاlike it
يا دِمَنَةً ضَنِيَت وَجِسمي مِثلُها
مُضنىًwasted بِشَحطٍby the remoteness of النَأيِseparation مُنذُfor زَمانِa long time
مُضنىً بِشَحطٍ النَأيِ مُنذُ زَمانِ
O wasted campsite! My body, like you,
has long been wasted by far-flung separation.
أَناI مِثلُlike رَبعِكِyour dwelling لاdo not أَبُوحُdisclose بِماof what حَوىline_14
أَنا مِثلُ رَبعِكِ لا أَبُوحُ بِما حَوى
قَلبيmy heart وَلاand do not أَشكُوcomplain of مُلِمَّthe affliction of زَمانيmy time
قَلبي وَلا أَشكُو مُلِمَّ زَماني
I am like your dwelling: I do not reveal what is held
in my heart, nor complain of the afflictions of my days.
وَبِجانِبِand beside العَلَمِthe landmark hill المُطِلِّoverlooking عَلىupon الحِمىthe protected pasture
وَبِجانِبِ العَلَمِ المُطِلِّ عَلى الحِمى
ظَبيانِtwo gazelles مُقتَرِبانِclose مُبتَعِدانِdistant
ظَبيانِ مُقتَرِبانِ مُبتَعِدانِ
Beside the hill overlooking the protected pasture
are two gazelles, close yet far away.
يُؤؤِيهِماshelters them both قَلبيmy heart وَفِيهِand in it صَبابَتيmy yearning
يُؤؤِيهِما قَلبي وَفِيهِ صَبابَتي
لَولاwere it not for البُكاءُweeping لَخِفتُI would fear يَحتَرِقانِthey both might burn
لَولا البُكاءُ لَخِفتُ يَحتَرِقانِ
My heart shelters them, and within it lies my yearning;
were it not for tears, I would fear they might burn.
ياO صاحبَيَّmy two companions قِفاstop, you two عَليَّbeside me فَماfor ... not أَرىI see
يا صاحبَيَّ قِفا عَليَّ فَما أَرى
شَمليmy company وَشَملَand the company of الحَيِّthe tribe يَجتَمِعانِboth come together
شَملي وَشَملَ الحَيِّ يَجتَمِعانِ
My two companions, stop beside me, for I do not see
my company and the tribe's ever coming together again.
بانُواthey departed بِخَرعَبَةٍwith a slender maiden تَمِيلُsways مِنَfrom الصِباyouth
بانُوا بِخَرعَبَةٍ تَمِيلُ مِنَ الصِبا
وَالدَلِّand coquetry مَيلَwith the sway of نَواعِمِtender الأَغصانِbranches
وَالدَلِّ مَيلَ نَواعِمِ الأَغصانِ
They departed with a slender maiden who sways with youth
and coquetry, as tender branches sway.
مَخلُوقَةٌfashioned خَلقَin the form of الذَوابِلِslender spears نِسبةًin resemblance
مَخلُوقَةٌ خَلقَ الذَوابِلِ نِسبةً
فيin اللَونِhue وَالتَثقيفِand straightness وَالعَسَلانِand swaying motion
في اللَونِ وَالتَثقيفِ وَالعَسَلانِ
Fashioned like slender lances, resembling them
in hue, straightness, and swaying motion.
تَرنُوshe gazes بِطَرفٍwith an eye كُلُّevery مَنبِتِgrowing-place of شَعرَةٍa hair
تَرنُو بِطَرفٍ كُلُّ مَنبِتِ شَعرَةٍ
مِنfrom هُدبِهِits lashes مَحسُوبَةٌis reckoned بِسِنانِas a spearhead
مِن هُدبِهِ مَحسُوبَةٌ بِسِنانِ
She gazes with an eye whose every sprouting hair
among its lashes is reckoned a spearhead.
وَكَأَنَّand as though حاجِبَهاher eyebrow حَنِيَّةُthe bow of ثائِرٍan avenger
وَكَأَنَّ حاجِبَها حَنِيَّةُ ثائِرٍ
بِأَخِيهِfor his brother فَوَّقَnocked سَهمَهُhis arrow وَرَمانيand shot me
بِأَخِيهِ فَوَّقَ سَهمَهُ وَرَماني
Her eyebrow is like the bow of a man seeking vengeance
for his brother: he nocked his arrow and shot me.
حَسُنَتshe is beautiful فَهَلّاso why not أَحسَنَتshe showed kindness بِوصالَهاby union with her
حَسُنَت فَهَلّا أَحسَنَت بِوصالَها
فَالحُسنُfor beauty مُنتَسِبٌis akin إِلىto الإِحسانِkindness
فَالحُسنُ مُنتَسِبٌ إِلى الإِحسانِ
She is beautiful—why not show kindness by granting union?
For beauty is kin to kindness.
وَلَقَدand indeed خَفِيتُI grew hidden عَنِfrom العُيونِeyes وَزارَنيand visited me
وَلَقَد خَفِيتُ عَنِ العُيونِ وَزارَني
طَيفُthe phantom of الكَرىsleep فَعَجِبتُso I marveled كَيفَhow رَآنيit saw me
طَيفُ الكَرى فَعَجِبتُ كَيفَ رَآني
I had indeed faded from sight, yet I was visited
by a phantom of sleep; I marveled how it saw me.
لَولاwere it not for الزَفِيرُsighing يَدُلُّهُguides it لَمّاwhen سَرىit traveled by night
لَولا الزَفِيرُ يَدُلُّهُ لَمّا سَرى
ماnot كانَwould have يَدريknown الطَيفُthe phantom أَينَwhere مَكانيmy place
ما كانَ يَدري الطَيفُ أَينَ مَكاني
Had my sighing not guided it on its night journey,
the phantom would not have known where I was.
مَنwhoever لَمdoes not يُساعِدهُfavor him الشَبيبَةُyouth وَالغِنىand wealth
مَن لَم يُساعِدهُ الشَبيبَةُ وَالغِنى
أَمسىcomes to find الغَوانيthe beauties عَنهُof him جِدَّutterly غَوانيwithout need
أَمسى الغَواني عَنهُ جِدَّ غَواني
Whoever is not favored by youth and wealth
finds the beauties utterly without need of him.
وَحَلِيلَةٍand a wife بَكَرَتcame early تَلُومُreproaching وَتَشتَكيand lamenting
وَحَلِيلَةٍ بَكَرَت تَلُومُ وَتَشتَكي
حَيفَthe injustice of السِنينthe years وَقِلَّةَand the scarcity of الإِمكانِmeans
حَيفَ السِنين وَقِلَّةَ الإِمكانِ
And a wife came early, reproaching me and lamenting
the years' injustice and the scarcity of means.
ناهَبتُهاI contested with her for سَمعيmy hearing وَقُلتُand I said لَهاto her اقصِريcut short
ناهَبتُها سَمعي وَقُلتُ لَها اقصِري
لَوميblaming me فَماليfor I have no بِالمَلامِto bear reproach يَدانِtwo hands (strength)
لَومي فَمالي بِالمَلامِ يَدانِ
I grudged her my hearing and told her, 'Cut short
your blame of me; I have no strength to bear reproach.
إِنif كُنتِyou are فاقِدَةَlacking الغِنىwealth فَتَذَكَّريthen remember
إِن كُنتِ فاقِدَةَ الغِنى فَتَذَكَّري
نَفَحاتِthe gifts of مَبسُوطِone with outstretched اليَدَينِboth hands هِجانِnobly bred
نَفَحاتِ مَبسُوطِ اليَدَينِ هِجانِ
If you lack wealth, then remember
the largesse of a noble man with both hands outstretched.
إِنَّindeed البِلادَthe lands يُغِبُّهاvisits them intermittently صَوبُthe downpour of الحَياlife-giving rain
إِنَّ البِلادَ يُغِبُّها صَوبُ الحَيا
وَيَجُودُهاand he drenches them بِمُثَجَّجٍwith a gushing downpour هَتّانِsteadily pouring
وَيَجُودُها بِمُثَجَّجٍ هَتّانِ
Life-giving rain visits the lands only at intervals,
but he drenches them in torrents that pour unceasingly.'
ماnever اِشتَدَpressed hard بِيupon me زَمَنِيmy times وَلاnor ضاقَتgrew straitened يَديmy hand (means)
ما اِشتَدَ بِي زَمَنِي وَلا ضاقَت يَدي
إِلّاexcept that وَوَسَّعَهاand he made it ample أَبُوAbu (father of) العُلوانِal-Ulwan
إِلّا وَوَسَّعَها أَبُو العُلوانِ
Never did my times oppress me or my means grow narrow
without Abu al-Ulwan making them ample.
مَلِكٌa king إِذاwhenever شِمناwe watched for بَوارِقَthe lightning flashes of كَفِّهِhis palm
مَلِكٌ إِذا شِمنا بَوارِقَ كَفِّهِ
أَمسَينَthey proved غَيرَnot كَواذِبِfalse اللَمَعانِin gleaming
أَمسَينَ غَيرَ كَواذِبِ اللَمَعانِ
A king: whenever we watch the lightning of his palm,
those flashes never prove false.
تَندىare dewy أَنامِلُهُhis fingertips وَيُشرِقُand shines وَجهُهُhis face
تَندى أَنامِلُهُ وَيُشرِقُ وَجهُهُ
حَيثُwhere الوُجُوهُfaces نَواقِصُare depleted of الأَلوانِcolor
حَيثُ الوُجُوهُ نَواقِصُ الأَلوانِ
His fingertips are dewy, and his face shines
where other faces lose their color.
وَلَرُبَّand many a مَرتٍbarren waste قَدindeed رَمَيتُI traversed فِجاجَهُits broad passes
وَلَرُبَّ مَرتٍ قَد رَمَيتُ فِجاجَهُ
تَحتَbeneath الدُجىnight's darkness بِحَنِيَّةٍon a bow-curved she-camel مِرنانِresonant-voiced
تَحتَ الدُجى بِحَنِيَّةٍ مِرنانِ
And many a barren waste's broad ways have I traversed
beneath night's darkness, on a bow-curved, resonant-voiced she-camel.
تَنزُوshe leaps بِراكِبِهاwith her rider إِذاwhen مَتَعَrises high الضُحىthe forenoon
تَنزُو بِراكِبِها إِذا مَتَعَ الضُحى
مَرَحاًin high spirits كَماjust as يَنُزوleaps فُؤادُthe heart of جَبانِa coward
مَرَحاً كَما يَنُزو فُؤادُ جَبانِ
She leaps with her rider when the morning sun climbs high,
in high spirits, as a coward's heart leaps.
وَتَهُرُّand she grinds بازِلَهاher full-grown fang إِذاwhen طالَlengthens السُرىthe night journey
وَتَهُرُّ بازِلَها إِذا طالَ السُرى
وَوَنَتand she tires صَريرَwith the creaking of مَثالِثٍthird strings وَمَثانيand second strings
وَوَنَت صَريرَ مَثالِثٍ وَمَثاني
She grinds her full-grown fang when the night journey grows long
and she flags, with the twang of third and second strings.
وَكَأَنَّand as though مَوضِعَthe place of ماwhat يَخُطُّtraces زِمامُهاher rein
وَكَأَنَّ مَوضِعَ ما يَخُطُّ زِمامُها
فَوقَupon التُرابِthe dust مَراغَةُthe wallowing-place of الثُعبانِthe serpent
فَوقَ التُرابِ مَراغَةُ الثُعبانِ
And the place where her rein traces a line
over the dust is like a serpent's wallow.
وَتَسيلُand stream ذِفراهاher two ear-hollows وَقَلتُand the hollow of حَجاجِهاher eye socket
وَتَسيلُ ذِفراها وَقَلتُ حَجاجِها
عَرَقاًwith sweat كَلَونِlike the color of عُصارَةِthe juice of الرُمّانِpomegranates
عَرَقاً كَلَونِ عُصارَةِ الرُمّانِ
Her ear-hollows and the hollow of her eye socket stream
with sweat the color of pomegranate juice.
كَلَّتshe tired فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her كَلالُكِyour weariness مُعقِبٌwill bring afterward
كَلَّت فَقُلتُ لَها كَلالُكِ مُعقِبٌ
تَرفِيهَrest for ظَهرِكِyour back غابِرَthe remaining الأَزمانِages
تَرفِيهَ ظَهرِكِ غابِرَ الأَزمانِ
She tired, and I told her, 'Your weariness will bring
ease to your back for all the years to come.
مَلِكُthe king of العَواصِمِal-Awasim عاصِمٌa protector لَكِfor you أَنthat تُريyou be seen
مَلِكُ العَواصِمِ عاصِمٌ لَكِ أَن تُري
مَخزُومَةَnose-roped بِنسائعٍwith saddle-straps وَبِطانِand a belly-girth
مَخزُومَةَ بِنسائعٍ وَبِطانِ
The king of al-Awasim will protect you from being seen
nose-roped, with saddle-straps and a girth,
أَوor تَفرَعيyou climb رُوسَthe tops of الإِكامِhillocks وَتَقطَعيand you cross
أَو تَفرَعي رُوسَ الإِكامِ وَتَقطَعي
تَحتَbeneath الظَلامِthe darkness أَباطِحَthe gravel flats of الغِيطانِlowlands
تَحتَ الظَلامِ أَباطِحَ الغِيطانِ
or from climbing the hilltops and crossing,
under cover of darkness, the lowlands' gravel beds.
فَتَيَمَّميso make for حَلَباًAleppo فَإِنّيfor I آمِنٌam unafraid
فَتَيَمَّمي حَلَباً فَإِنّي آمِنٌ
أَبَداًever عَلَيكَfor you طَوارِقَthe sudden assaults of الحَدَثانِfate
أَبَداً عَلَيكَ طَوارِقَ الحَدَثانِ
So make for Aleppo, for I have no fear
for you, ever, of fate's sudden onslaughts,
فيin ظِلٍّthe shade of أَروَعَan imposing man مِنof سُلالَةِthe line of صالِحٍSalih
في ظِلٍّ أَروَعَ مِن سُلالَةِ صالِحٍ
حَلّالِone who dwells upon رُوسِthe tops of شَواهِقٍlofty peaks وَرِعانِand mountain spurs
حَلّالِ رُوسِ شَواهِقٍ وَرِعانِ
in the shelter of a magnificent man of Salih's line,
who dwells atop lofty peaks and mountain spurs,
ضَرّابِa smiter of أَعناقِthe necks of المُلوكِkings وَمُنتَهىand the pinnacle of
ضَرّابِ أَعناقِ المُلوكِ وَمُنتَهى
فِعلِdoing الجَميلِgood وَفارِسِand the knight of الفُرسانِknights
فِعلِ الجَميلِ وَفارِسِ الفُرسانِ
a smiter of kings' necks, the pinnacle of
noble deeds, and the knight of knights.
لاnot حامِلٌharboring حِقداًrancor وَلاnor مُتَسَربِلٌclothed in
لا حامِلٌ حِقداً وَلا مُتَسَربِلٌ
كِبراًpride وَلاnor مُتَعَثِّرٌstumbling بِلِسانِin speech
كِبراً وَلا مُتَعَثِّرٌ بِلِسانِ
Harboring no rancor, nor clothing himself
in pride, nor stumbling with his tongue.
مُستَوطِنٌdwelling in وَطَنيtwo abodes of عُلاًloftiness وَنَباهَةٍand renown
مُستَوطِنٌ وَطَني عُلاً وَنَباهَةٍ
شُرُفاتِthe battlements of حِصنٍa fortress أَوor سَراةِthe back of حِصانِa stallion
شُرُفاتِ حِصنٍ أَو سَراةِ حِصانِ
He dwells in two abodes of loftiness and renown:
the battlements of a fortress or the back of a stallion.
هَذاthis one مُعَدٌّis prepared مُنذُsince حَلَّhe settled بَرَبعِهِin its precincts
هَذا مُعَدٌّ مُنذُ حَلَّ بَرَبعِهِ
لِقرىfor feasting الضُيوفِguests وَذاكَand that one لِلأَقرانِfor rival warriors
لِقرى الضُيوفِ وَذاكَ لِلأَقرانِ
This has been prepared, since he settled in its precincts,
for feasting guests; that, for facing rival warriors.
مِنfrom مَعشَرٍa clan بِيضِwhite الوُجُوهِof face كَأَنَّهُمas though they were
مِن مَعشَرٍ بِيضِ الوُجُوهِ كَأَنَّهُم
وَسطَamid النَدِيِّthe assembly مَصابِحُthe lamps of الرُهبانِmonks
وَسطَ النَدِيِّ مَصابِحُ الرُهبانِ
He comes from a bright-faced clan, as though they were
monks' lamps amid the assembly.
شادُواthey built العُلىglory بِسِنانِwith the spearhead of كُلِّevery مُثَقَّفٍstraightened spear
شادُوا العُلى بِسِنانِ كُلِّ مُثَقَّفٍ
قانيcrimson الشَباof point وَغِرارِand the edge of كُلِّevery يَمانيYemeni sword
قاني الشَبا وَغِرارِ كُلِّ يَماني
They built their glory with the point of every straightened spear,
crimson-tipped, and the edge of every Yemeni sword.
وَثَنَواand they bent أَنابِيبَthe shafts of الرِماحِspears كَأَنَّماas though
وَثَنَوا أَنابِيبَ الرِماحِ كَأَنَّما
يَقطُرنَthey dripped مِنof عَلَقِclotted blood سُلافَthe choicest wine of دِنانِwine jars
يَقطُرنَ مِن عَلَقِ سُلافَ دِنانِ
They bent the spear-shafts, as though
the blood dripping from them were the choicest wine of jars.
وَكَأَنَّand as though مُعوَجَّthe bent الأَسِنَّةِspearheads بَعدَماafter
وَكَأَنَّ مُعوَجَّ الأَسِنَّةِ بَعدَما
طَعَنُواthey thrust بِهِنّwith them مَخالِبُthe talons of العِقبانِeagles
طَعَنُوا بِهِنّ مَخالِبُ العِقبانِ
And it was as though the bent spearheads, after
they thrust with them, were eagles' talons.
وَكَأَنَّماand as though قِطَعُthe fragments of الرِماحِspears تَدُوسُهاtrample them
وَكَأَنَّما قِطَعُ الرِماحِ تَدُوسُها
أَيدِيthe forelegs of الجِيادِfine horses سَبائِكُingots of العِقيانِpure gold
أَيدِي الجِيادِ سَبائِكُ العِقيانِ
And it was as though spear-fragments, trampled
by the steeds' forehooves, were ingots of pure gold.
قَومٌa people إِذاwhen لَبِسُواthey put on التَرِيكَhelmets لِحادِثٍfor a crisis
قَومٌ إِذا لَبِسُوا التَرِيكَ لِحادِثٍ
غَطُّواthey covered بِهِنَّwith them مَواقِعَthe places of التِيجانِcrowns
غَطُّوا بِهِنَّ مَواقِعَ التِيجانِ
A people who, when they don helmets for a crisis,
cover with them the places where crowns rest.
وَإِذاand when هُمُوthey دَسُّواslipped الوَعيدَa threat لِمُجرِمٍto an offender
وَإِذا هُمُو دَسُّوا الوَعيدَ لِمُجرِمٍ
وَخَزُواthey stabbed بِمثلِwith the like of أَسِنَّةِthe points of المُرّانِashwood spears
وَخَزُوا بِمثلِ أَسِنَّةِ المُرّانِ
And when they slip a threat to an offender,
they stab as though with the points of ashwood spears.
جَعَلُواthey made نُفُوسَهُمُtheir lives لِبُنيانِfor the building of العُلىglory
جَعَلُوا نُفُوسَهُمُ لِبُنيانِ العُلى
ثَمَناًa price لَقَدindeed صَبَرُواthey persevered عَلىunder الأَثمانِthe costs
ثَمَناً لَقَد صَبَرُوا عَلى الأَثمانِ
They made their lives, for the building of glory,
the price—indeed, they bore the costs with fortitude.
وَوَفَواand they fulfilled بِماin what وَعَدُواthey promised العُفاةَsupplicants كَأَنَّماas though
وَوَفَوا بِما وَعَدُوا العُفاةَ كَأَنَّما
قامُواthey undertook لِسائِلِهِمfor their petitioner بِعَقدِwith a bond of ضَمانِsurety
قامُوا لِسائِلِهِم بِعَقدِ ضَمانِ
They fulfilled their promises to supplicants, as though
they had undertaken a bond of surety for their petitioner.
ياO مَنyou who بَنىbuilt لِبَنيfor the sons of أَبِيهِhis father مَراتِباًranks
يا مَن بَنى لِبَني أَبِيهِ مَراتِباً
لَمdid not يَبنِهِنَّbuild them مِنَamong البَرِيَّةِhumankind بانيany builder
لَم يَبنِهِنَّ مِنَ البَرِيَّةِ باني
O you who built for your father's sons such ranks
as no builder among humankind has built,
ماwhat is العِيدُEid لَولاwere it not for حُسنُthe beauty of وَجهِكَyour face طالِعاًrising
ما العِيدُ لَولا حُسنُ وَجهِكَ طالِعاً
فِيهِwithin it وَلَولاand were it not for سُنَّةُthe ordinance of الرَحمَنِthe All-Merciful
فِيهِ وَلَولا سُنَّةُ الرَحمَنِ
what would Eid be without your lovely face rising
within it, and without the ordinance of the All-Merciful?
جَمَّلتَهُyou adorned it لَمّاwhen بَرَزتَyou came forth مُعَيِّداًcelebrating Eid
جَمَّلتَهُ لَمّا بَرَزتَ مُعَيِّداً
فِيهِwithin it كَأَنَّكَas though you were فِيهِwithin it عيدٌan Eid ثانيsecond
فِيهِ كَأَنَّكَ فِيهِ عيدٌ ثاني
You adorned it when you came forth to celebrate
there, as though you were a second Eid within it.
فَاسعَدso rejoice بِهِin it لاmay you never زِلتَcease being حِلفَan ally of سَعادَةٍhappiness
فَاسعَد بِهِ لا زِلتَ حِلفَ سَعادَةٍ
وَعُلُوِّand loftiness of مَرتَبَةٍrank وَرِفعَةِand elevation of شانِstanding
وَعُلُوِّ مَرتَبَةٍ وَرِفعَةِ شانِ
So rejoice in it; may you ever remain allied with happiness,
exalted rank, and lofty standing.
وافخَرand take pride فَإِنَّكَfor you are فيin أَوانٍan age أَهلُهُits people
وافخَر فَإِنَّكَ في أَوانٍ أَهلُهُ
قَدindeed فاخَرُواhave vied in boasting بِكَthrough you أَهلَthe people of كُلِّevery زَمانِage
قَد فاخَرُوا بِكَ أَهلَ كُلِّ زَمانِ
And take pride, for you live in an age whose people
have vied, boasting of you, with the people of every age.
Sol 6.1