ياO أَيهاyou الملكthe king الميمونauspicious طائرهhis fortune
يا أَيها الملك الميمون طائره
يمناًgood fortune أَمنّاwe became safe بهthrough it مماfrom what نحاذرهُwe dread it
يمناً أَمنّا به مما نحاذرهُ
O king whose fortune is auspicious,
O auspicious king, bird of good omen,
With good fortune through which we are safe from what we dread;
We feel secure in your protection from harm.
ومنand you who إِذاwhen وردreached the watering place الراجيthe hopeful petitioner مناهلهhis watering places
ومن إِذا ورد الراجي مناهله
عادتbrought back عليهto him بماwith what يهوىhe desires مصادرهhis departures
عادت عليه بما يهوى مصادره
And you—when a hopeful petitioner reaches your watering places,
When the hopeful comes to quench his thirst,
His departures bring him what he desires.
His sources give him what he desires.
ترجىyou are hoped in وتخشىand you are feared ولكنbut خشيةٌfear معهاwith it
ترجى وتخشى ولكن خشيةٌ معها
حسنgoodness الرَّجاhope فيconcerning عظيمa grave offense أَنتyou غافرهits forgiver
حسن الرَّجا في عظيم أَنت غافره
You inspire hope and fear, yet with that fear
You are hoped for and feared, but the fear
Comes fair hope of your forgiveness for a grave offense.
Is coupled with good hope, for you forgive greatly.
خوفfear الصواعقthunderbolts لاdoes not يلقىdrive الأَنامhumankind إِلىto
خوف الصواعق لا يلقى الأَنام إِلى
سلوforgetting همtheir عنof حياًlife-giving rain جاءتhave arrived بواكرهits first showers
سلو هم عن حياً جاءت بواكره
Fear of thunderbolts does not drive people to
Fear of lightning does not make people seek
Forget life-giving rain whose first showers have arrived.
Refuge from the living against its first flashes.
نفسيmy soul فداؤكyour ransom مماamong what زادنيincreased for me طمعاًhope
نفسي فداؤك مما زادني طمعاً
أَبطاwas slow يسيرtravels جوابa reply أَنتyou حاضرهpresent for it
أَبطا يسير جواب أَنت حاضره
My soul be your ransom! What has heightened my hope
My soul is yours, which increased my longing,
Is a reply's slow journey, with you present for it.
Quickly answered, for you are present.
والسحبُand the clouds أَثقلهاthe heaviest of them فيin السيرmovement أَعودهاthe most bountiful of them
والسحبُ أَثقلها في السير أَعودها
وبلاًin heavy rain وأَعجلهاand the swiftest of them ماthat which خفَّis light ماfirst fragment of 'its rainfall' طرهfinal fragment of 'its rainfall'
وبلاً وأَعجلها ما خفَّ ما طره
The clouds heaviest in their course are the most bountiful
The clouds, heavy in movement, I return them,
In downpours; the swiftest are those whose rainfall is light.
Evil and swift, subduing what they contain.
إِنَّindeed اللياليthe nights هاضتنيِbroke me anew وليسand there is not لهاfor them
إِنَّ الليالي هاضتنيِ وليس لها
فيماas ترىyou see هيضُrebreaking عظمٍa bone أَنتyou جابرهits mender
فيما ترى هيضُ عظمٍ أَنت جابره
The nights have broken me anew, but they have no power,
The nights have indeed kept me awake, but they have
As you see, to rebreak a bone whose mender you are.
No power to shake great bones that you mend.
لوif شئتyou wished ماnot نابbefell ليme عتبreproach علىagainst زمنيmy times
لو شئت ما ناب لي عتب على زمني
لعجزهbecause of its inability عنto أَذىharm منone whom أَنتyou ناصرهhis champion
لعجزه عن أَذى من أَنت ناصره
Had you wished, I would have had no cause to reproach my times,
If you wished, no blame would touch me for my time,
For time would be powerless to harm one whose champion you are.
Powerless to harm with you as my ally.
وماand not قصدتَكI sought you out حتىuntil حثّنيurged me on طمعٌhope
وما قصدتَك حتى حثّني طمعٌ
يحثهurges it on منكfrom you فضلٌbounty أَنتyou ناشِرهone who spreads it
يحثه منك فضلٌ أَنت ناشِره
And I did not seek you out until hope urged me on,
I did not seek you until longing drove me,
Spurred in turn by bounty from you, which you spread abroad.
Stirred by your abundant grace.
وإنand indeed راجيكone who hopes in you دونapart from الناسthe people أحذرهمthe most cautious of them
وإن راجيك دون الناس أحذرهم
بأنabout the prospect that يعودhe returns بماwith what قرّتwere gladdened نواظرهhis eyes
بأن يعود بما قرّت نواظره
And, of all people, he who hopes in you is the most cautious
Yet I, your hopeful petitioner, fear more than others
About returning with what brings gladness to his eyes.
That my eyes' contentment may revert.
Sol 6.1