هُمْthey فيin ضميْرِكَyour heart خَيَّمُواthey pitched camp أمor قَوَّضُواthey struck camp
هُمْ في ضميْرِكَ خَيَّمُوا أم قَوَّضُوا
ومِنَىand Mina جُفُوْنِكَyour eyelids أَقْبَلُواthey approached أمor أَعْرَضُواthey turned away
ومِنَى جُفُوْنِكَ أَقْبَلُوا أم أَعْرَضُوا
Have they pitched camp in your heart, or struck camp?
In your conscience did they camp or demolish
And have they come to the Mina of your eyelids, or turned away?
From your eyelids did they come or turn away
وهُمُand they رِضاكَyour contentment منfrom الزَّمانِtime وأَهْلِهِand its people
وهُمُ رِضاكَ من الزَّمانِ وأَهْلِهِ
سَخِطُواthey were displeased كماas زَعَمَتْclaimed وُشَاتُكَyour slanderers أمor رَضُواthey were pleased
سَخِطُوا كما زَعَمَتْ وُشَاتُكَ أم رَضُوا
And they are all you desire of time and its people—
And are they pleased with your era and its people
Were they displeased, as your slanderers claimed, or pleased?
As your whispers claimed or did they become angry
أَهْوَاهُمُI love them وإنِand even if استمرَّpersisted قِلاَهُمُtheir hatred
أَهْوَاهُمُ وإنِ استمرَّ قِلاَهُمُ
ومِنَand among العجائبِthe wonders أنْthat يُحَبَّbe loved المُبْغَضُthe hated one
ومِنَ العجائبِ أنْ يُحَبَّ المُبْغَضُ
I love them, though their hatred endures.
I adore them even if their scarcity persists
And it is a wonder that the hated should be loved.
And it's wondrous that the hated is loved
تَنْهَىforbids النُّهَىreason عَنْهُمْaway from them ويَأْمُرُنِيand commands me الهَوَىpassion
تَنْهَى النُّهَى عَنْهُمْ ويَأْمُرُنِي الهَوَى
والنَّفْسُand the soul تُعْرِضُturns away والمُنَىand wishes تَتَعرَّضُpresent themselves
والنَّفْسُ تُعْرِضُ والمُنَى تَتَعرَّضُ
Reason bids me shun them, while passion commands me.
You forbid me from them yet passion commands me
And the soul turns away, while wishes come forward.
My soul refuses yet my longing welcomes
وفُوَيْقَand just above ذاكَthat الماءِthe water منfrom شُهُبshooting stars القَنَاthe spears
وفُوَيْقَ ذاكَ الماءِ من شُهُب القَنَا
حَبَبٌbubbles ومِنْand from خُضْرِgreen الصَّوَارمthe sharp swords عَرْمَضُpond-scum
حَبَبٌ ومِنْ خُضْرِ الصَّوَارم عَرْمَضُ
And just above that water, from the spears’ shooting stars,
Like the water above the mountain’s peaks
Are bubbles, and from the green swords, pond-scum.
Affection and the greenest of blades abound
والناسُand people أَغْرِبَةٌcrows إذاwhen قَايَسْتَهُمْyou compare them
والناسُ أَغْرِبَةٌ إذا قَايَسْتَهُمْ
وأخوand the brother of المُصَافاةِsincere friendship الغرابُthe crow الأَبْيَضُwhite
وأخو المُصَافاةِ الغرابُ الأَبْيَضُ
And people are crows, when you compare them;
People are so strange when you compare them
And a true friend is the white crow.
Kin of harmony is the white raven
Sol 6.1