وَلاnor وَدّعُواthey bade farewell يَومَthe day of النوَىparting جارَةَthe neighboring lady of الحِمَىthe protected grounds
وَلا وَدّعُوا يَومَ النوَى جارَةَ الحِمَى
وَلاnor أَطمَعُونِيthey gave me hope فِيof الوُصولِreaching إِلَىto دَعدِDa'd
وَلا أَطمَعُونِي فِي الوُصولِ إِلَى دَعدِ
Nor did they bid farewell, on the day of parting, to the lady of the protected grounds,
nor give me hope of reaching Da'd.
وَلاnor عَلَّلُواthey soothed مِنfrom عِلَّةِthe sickness of البَينِseparation وَالأَسَىand sorrow
وَلا عَلَّلُوا مِن عِلَّةِ البَينِ وَالأَسَى
أَسِيرthe captive of الأَمانِيhopes فِيin هَوانabasement مِنfrom القَيدِfetters
أَسِير الأَمانِي فِي هَوان مِن القَيدِ
Nor did they soothe, from the sickness of separation and sorrow,
the captive of hopes, abased by fetters.
فَياso ah هَلْcan يَلذُّbe sweet العَيشُlife مِنafter بَعدِهمtheir departure وَهَلand will
فَيا هَلْ يَلذُّ العَيشُ مِن بَعدِهم وَهَل
تَعودُreturn الليالِيthe nights بِالقَديمِwith the old مِنَof الودِّaffection
تَعودُ الليالِي بِالقَديمِ مِنَ الودِّ
Ah, can life be sweet after them, and will
the nights restore the affection of old?
وَهَلand will تَسمَحُpermit الأيامُthe days بِالوَصلِunion بَينَناbetween us
وَهَل تَسمَحُ الأيامُ بِالوَصلِ بَينَنا
وَبَينَand between المُنَىwishes أَمor لاnot يَفِيkeep الدَّهرُtime بِالعَهدِthe pledge
وَبَينَ المُنَى أَم لا يَفِي الدَّهرُ بِالعَهدِ
And will the days grant union between us
and our wishes, or will time not keep its pledge?
فَمَنso who لِيfor me وَلَوand even if بِالطيفِas a phantom فِيin عالَمِthe realm of الكَرَىsleep
فَمَن لِي وَلَو بِالطيفِ فِي عالَمِ الكَرَى
يُخبرُtells عَنْهُمabout them مَاwhat يُقالُis said عَلَىabout هِندِHind
يُخبرُ عَنْهُم مَا يُقالُ عَلَى هِندِ
Who will aid me, even as a phantom in the realm of sleep,
to tell of them what is said of Hind?
أَتَذْكُرdo you remember دارَthe house of عِزِّهاher glory عزَّةَthe pride of البَهاbeauty
أَتَذْكُر دارَ عِزِّها عزَّةَ البَها
فشعشthen brighten نَفْساًa soul ودُّهَاits love صادِقtrue to الوَعدِthe promise
فشعش نَفْساً ودُّهَا صادِق الوَعدِ
Do you remember the house of her glory, the pride of beauty?
Then brighten a soul whose love is true to its promise.
فَلَيْتَif only صَدِيقاًa friend يُنبِئُwould inform الحَيَّthe tribe عَنْهُمabout them
فَلَيْتَ صَدِيقاً يُنبِئُ الحَيَّ عَنْهُم
بِأَنَّthat صدُوقَone sincere in الوَجدِlonging حَدَّثَspoke بِالعَهدِof the pledge
بِأَنَّ صدُوقَ الوَجدِ حَدَّثَ بِالعَهدِ
Would that a friend would tell the tribe about them,
that one sincere in longing has spoken of the pledge.
وَمَنْand who ليَتيمfor the orphan of الدَّهرِtime أَصْبَحَhas become باكِياًweeping
وَمَنْ ليَتيم الدَّهرِ أَصْبَحَ باكِياً
عَلَىat ثَدْيthe breast of أُمّa mother باكٍweeping وَهوَwhile he فِيin المَهدِthe cradle
عَلَى ثَدْي أُمّ باكٍ وَهوَ فِي المَهدِ
And who will aid time's orphan, now weeping,
at a mother's breast, a weeper still in the cradle?
تَقولُshe says تَجلَّدْbe steadfast لاdo not تَمُتdie كَمَداًof grief لَهاfor her
تَقولُ تَجلَّدْ لا تَمُت كَمَداً لَها
وَصَبْرِيand my patience عَنْهاwithout her حائِرٌbewildered وَهْيَwhile she فِيin لَحدِa grave
وَصَبْرِي عَنْها حائِرٌ وَهْيَ فِي لَحدِ
She says, "Be steadfast; do not die of grief for her,"
yet my patience without her is bewildered, while she is in a grave.
فَكَيفَso how يَطِيبُcan be sweet العَيشُlife وَالصَّبرُwhile patience مَيِّتٌdead
فَكَيفَ يَطِيبُ العَيشُ وَالصَّبرُ مَيِّتٌ
وَكَيفَand how يُفيدُcan help العَذْلُreproach فِيin غَمْرَةِthe flood of الصَّدِّrejection
وَكَيفَ يُفيدُ العَذْلُ فِي غَمْرَةِ الصَّدِّ
How can life be sweet when patience is dead?
And how can reproach help amid the flood of rejection?
تُوبِخنيrebuke me الأَحْداثُthe young وَالشَّيْخُwhile the old man عاذِرِيexcuses me
تُوبِخني الأَحْداثُ وَالشَّيْخُ عاذِرِي
عَلَىfor سَفَهٍfolly فِيin الحلْمِforbearance يَاoh حَسْرَتِيmy grief وَحْدِيalone
عَلَى سَفَهٍ فِي الحلْمِ يَا حَسْرَتِي وَحْدِي
The young rebuke me, while the old man excuses me
for folly in forbearance—alas for me, alone!
فَكَمso how often أَشْمَتَتْmade gloat بِيover me العِداthe enemies مِنthrough عِداتِهاher promises
فَكَم أَشْمَتَتْ بِي العِدا مِن عِداتِها
مَوَاعِدthe promises of عرْقُوب'Urqub أَخاbrother of الطمَعِgreed المُردِruinous
مَوَاعِد عرْقُوب أَخا الطمَعِ المُردِ
How often her promises made my enemies gloat over me:
the promises of 'Urqub, O brother of ruinous greed!
وَمَاand not أَشعَبِيAsh'ab-like الخِلالِin character إِلاexcept كَباسِطlike one stretching out
وَمَا أَشعَبِي الخِلالِ إِلا كَباسِط
لِيَشرَبَto drink راحاًwine بِالإِشارَةِby a gesture فِيin الوَهدِthe hollow
لِيَشرَبَ راحاً بِالإِشارَةِ فِي الوَهدِ
An Ash'ab in character is only like one stretching out his hand
to drink wine by a gesture in a hollow.
وَكَيفَand how بُلوغُthe reaching of الماءِwater وَالكَفwhile the palm رازِمmotionless
وَكَيفَ بُلوغُ الماءِ وَالكَف رازِم
إِلَىto فَمa mouth ظامٍthirsty لاnot يَعبُّgulps مِنَfrom العَدِّthe perennial spring
إِلَى فَم ظامٍ لا يَعبُّ مِنَ العَدِّ
How can water reach—with the palm motionless—
a thirsty mouth that does not gulp from the perennial spring?
فَواضَيْعَةso alas for the waste of الأَعمارِlifetimes فِيin غَيرِnothing حاصِلٍgained
فَواضَيْعَة الأَعمارِ فِي غَيرِ حاصِلٍ
وَياand oh خَيبَةthe disappointment of الأَعمارِlifetimes مِنfrom طائِلِthe gains of الرفدِbounty
وَيا خَيبَة الأَعمارِ مِن طائِلِ الرفدِ
Oh, the waste of lifetimes with nothing gained!
And oh, the disappointment of lifetimes in the gains of bounty!
وَوَاعَجَبِيand oh, my wonder مِنat خُلْفِthe breach of وافٍone faithful بِعَهدِهِto his pledge
وَوَاعَجَبِي مِن خُلْفِ وافٍ بِعَهدِهِ
وَمنand at عَثرَةthe stumble of المَخْدُوعِthe deceived man لَمdid not يَسلُوfind consolation بِالرَّدِthrough rejection
وَمن عَثرَة المَخْدُوعِ لَم يَسلُو بِالرَّدِ
And oh, my wonder at the breach of one faithful to his pledge,
and at the stumble of the deceived man whom rejection did not console!
إِذاwhen ماindeed يُنادِيcall out الناسُthe people قامَhe rises بِلاwithout دُعاan invitation
إِذا ما يُنادِي الناسُ قامَ بِلا دُعا
طُفَيْلِيَa gate-crasher at أَعراسweddings يخبhe trots وَقَدْand sometimes يَردِيhe gallops
طُفَيْلِيَ أَعراس يخب وَقَدْ يَردِي
Whenever people call out, he rises without an invitation,
a wedding-crasher, trotting and sometimes galloping.
تُعَنِّفُهُscold him الردادِthose turning him away فِيon غَيرِmore than مَرَّةٍone occasion
تُعَنِّفُهُ الردادِ فِي غَيرِ مَرَّةٍ
وَلاyet not يَنْثَنِيturns back عَنْfrom بابِهِمtheir door ساقِطَabject الوَغدِthe wretch
وَلا يَنْثَنِي عَنْ بابِهِم ساقِطَ الوَغدِ
Those who turn him away scold him more than once,
yet he does not turn back from their door, an abject wretch.
فَماso what حيلَةُremedy for المَخْبولِthe crazed man مِنfrom أَصلِthe very origin of خلقِهِhis creation
فَما حيلَةُ المَخْبولِ مِن أَصلِ خلقِهِ
عَلَىgiven to الطمَعِgreed الفَضَّاحِdisgraceful وَالسفَهand folly الفنْدِيsenile
عَلَى الطمَعِ الفَضَّاحِ وَالسفَه الفنْدِي
What remedy is there for one crazed from his very creation,
given to disgraceful greed and senile folly?
أَبَعْدَis it after امتِحانthe testing of الدَّهْرِtime يَجْمُلُbefits بِالفَتَىa young man
أَبَعْدَ امتِحان الدَّهْرِ يَجْمُلُ بِالفَتَى
ركُونreliance إِلَىon الأَوهامِillusions أَوor حلمa dream تُرْدِيbringing ruin
ركُون إِلَى الأَوهامِ أَو حلم تُرْدِي
After time's testing, does it befit a young man
to rely on illusions or a dream that brings ruin?
وَقَدْand already شابَhas grayed قَرْنِيmy temple وَالشبابُwhile youth مُوَدعdeparting
وَقَدْ شابَ قَرْنِي وَالشبابُ مُوَدع
وَشَيبتُand I have grayed قَرْنِيmy temple فِيamong الكُهُولِmature men وَفِيand among المُردِbeardless youths
وَشَيبتُ قَرْنِي فِي الكُهُولِ وَفِي المُردِ
My temple has grayed, and youth is taking leave,
and I have grayed my temple among mature men and beardless youths.
وَقَدand indeed حَكَّنِيhas scoured me الدَّهرُtime المُهَذَّبrefining صَرْفهits vicissitudes
وَقَد حَكَّنِي الدَّهرُ المُهَذَّب صَرْفه
يؤدِبُنيit disciplines me كَالطفْلlike a child فِيin مَكْتبthe school of الجدِّearnestness
يؤدِبُني كَالطفْل فِي مَكْتب الجدِّ
Time has scoured me, its refining vicissitudes
schooling me like a child in the school of earnestness.
وَذَوَّقَنِيand made me taste بَعْدafter الحَلاوَةِsweetness قَارِساsomething sour
وَذَوَّقَنِي بَعْد الحَلاوَةِ قَارِسا
وَمُرّاًand bitterness وَبَعْدand after العِزِّhonor ذُلاhumiliation علَىthrough فَقدِloss
وَمُرّاً وَبَعْد العِزِّ ذُلا علَى فَقدِ
It made me taste sourness after sweetness,
and bitterness, and after honor, humiliation through loss.
فَأَصبَحْتُso I have become خَلْفَbehind الأنْسcompanionship فِيin وَحْشِthe desolation of غُرْبَتِيmy exile
فَأَصبَحْتُ خَلْفَ الأنْس فِي وَحْشِ غُرْبَتِي
أكابِدI endure مَاwhat يَلْقَىencounters بِهاin it الحائِرthe bewildered man المكدِيthe destitute man
أكابِد مَا يَلْقَى بِها الحائِر المكدِي
With companionship behind me, I have entered the desolation of my exile,
enduring what the bewildered, destitute man meets there.
وَأغرَبand the strangest شَيءthing فِيin الحِكَايَةِthe tale سُغْتُهI swallowed it
وَأغرَب شَيء فِي الحِكَايَةِ سُغْتُه
لِتَذْكيرِto remind نَاسpeople مَاwhat أضلmore misleading مِنthan الميدِwavering
لِتَذْكيرِ نَاس مَا أضل مِن الميدِ
And the strangest thing in the tale I swallowed
as a reminder to people—what is more misleading than wavering?
وَكُنْتُand I had حَسبتthought التيسthe billy goat مِنfrom سُوءthe wretchedness of غِرَّتِيmy gullibility
وَكُنْتُ حَسبت التيس مِن سُوء غِرَّتِي
وَشِبْهand the resemblance of الخصاthe testicles بِالضرْعِto the udder عَنْزاa she-goat عَلَىat بُعدِa distance
وَشِبْه الخصا بِالضرْعِ عَنْزا عَلَى بُعدِ
In my wretched gullibility, I had thought the billy goat,
from afar, a she-goat, its testicles resembling an udder.
فَلَماthen when أقَمتI stood up التيسthe billy goat للحَلبِfor milking واستَوىand it stood upright
فَلَما أقَمت التيس للحَلبِ واستَوى
قَرِيباًnear مِنto القربيcloseness تَيقنْتُI became certain بِالضدِof the opposite
قَرِيباً مِن القربي تَيقنْتُ بِالضدِ
But when I stood the billy goat up for milking, and it stood
near at hand, I became certain of the opposite.
وَمِنand among عَجَبِthe wonders of الأَشياءِthings فِيin الوَقْتِthese times طالِحa wicked man
وَمِن عَجَبِ الأَشياءِ فِي الوَقْتِ طالِح
وَشَاخَand he grew old مَعَamong الصُّلاحِthe righteous لَولايwere it not for me بِالكَيدِthrough guile
وَشَاخَ مَعَ الصُّلاحِ لَولاي بِالكَيدِ
Among the wonders of these times is a wicked man
grown old among the righteous—but for me—through guile.
أَلَيْسَis it not مِنamong البُهتانِfalsehoods كَوْنُكyour being صالِحاًrighteous
أَلَيْسَ مِن البُهتانِ كَوْنُك صالِحاً
وَتَطوِيand you fold لِشقِّto split الدينِreligion كَشحاa flank عَلَىover حَقدِrancor
وَتَطوِي لِشقِّ الدينِ كَشحا عَلَى حَقدِ
Is it not a falsehood that you are righteous,
while folding your flank over rancor to tear religion apart?
وَمَنْand whoever يَحتَطِبgathers firewood كُلall الشظَايَاthe splinters لِبَيتِهِfor his house
وَمَنْ يَحتَطِب كُل الشظَايَا لِبَيتِهِ
يَجِدwill find فِيin زَوَاياthe corners of البَيْتِthe house سَقْطاsparks مِنfrom الزندِthe firestick
يَجِد فِي زَوَايا البَيْتِ سَقْطا مِن الزندِ
Whoever gathers every splinter as firewood for his house
will find in its corners sparks from the firestick.
فَمَاso what عُذْرexcuse for جَافٍa harsh man لاnot يُبَاكِرhastens early فِيin الرِّضَىgoodwill
فَمَا عُذْر جَافٍ لا يُبَاكِر فِي الرِّضَى
إِلَىto خَيْرِthe best of وَافِfaithful men لاnot يَبِيتُpasses the night عَلَىin حَردِanger
إِلَى خَيْرِ وَافِ لا يَبِيتُ عَلَى حَردِ
What excuse has a harsh man who does not hasten in goodwill
to the best of faithful men, who never sleeps in anger?
وَكَمْand how often بتُّI spent the night وَالأَفراحُwhile joys فِيin غُرفَاتِنَاour chambers
وَكَمْ بتُّ وَالأَفراحُ فِي غُرفَاتِنَا
إِلَىuntil أَنthat تَجَلىappeared الصُّبحdawn فِيin صُورَةِthe form of الخودِa fair young woman
إِلَى أَن تَجَلى الصُّبح فِي صُورَةِ الخودِ
How many nights I spent with joys in our chambers,
until dawn appeared in the form of a fair young woman.
وَعانَقَتْand embraced أَبكَارُthe virgin firstlings of الحُبورjoy مِنfrom الصفَاpurity
وَعانَقَتْ أَبكَارُ الحُبور مِن الصفَا
وَبَاكَرَتْand came early أَقدَاحُthe cups of الحُضورِfellowship مِنfrom الوَجْدِrapture
وَبَاكَرَتْ أَقدَاحُ الحُضورِ مِن الوَجْدِ
And the virgin joys embraced, sprung from purity,
and cups of fellowship came early, out of rapture.
كَأَنas though لَمْnot يَكُنْhad been فِيin الرَّكبِthe caravan حاجِبُthe brow of عَينِهِhis eye
كَأَن لَمْ يَكُنْ فِي الرَّكبِ حاجِبُ عَينِهِ
وَلاnor جَاءَhad come مِنfrom غَرْبِthe west of الهَوَىlove ناشِرthe unfurler of البندِthe banner
وَلا جَاءَ مِن غَرْبِ الهَوَى ناشِر البندِ
As though his eye's brow had not been in the caravan,
nor a banner-unfurler had come from the west of love,
وَلاnor جالَhad roamed فِيin شَرْقِthe east of الهَوَىlove مَشْرِقthe radiant one of الضحَىmorning
وَلا جالَ فِي شَرْقِ الهَوَى مَشْرِق الضحَى
وَلاnor قالَtook noon-rest فِيin ظِلِّthe shade of العُلاglory شامِخlofty الطَّودِthe mountain
وَلا قالَ فِي ظِلِّ العُلا شامِخ الطَّودِ
nor morning's radiant one had roamed the east of love,
nor a lofty mountain had rested at noon in glory's shade,
وَلاnor اعْتمَّdonned a turban فِيat صَدْرِthe head of المَجَالِسِassemblies مالِكMalik
وَلا اعْتمَّ فِي صَدْرِ المَجَالِسِ مالِك
وَلاnor حاتِمHatim of الأَضيافِguests فِيon لَيْلَةِa night of البَردِcold
وَلا حاتِم الأَضيافِ فِي لَيْلَةِ البَردِ
nor a Malik had donned a turban at the head of assemblies,
nor a Hatim of guests on a cold night,
وَلاnor قَيْسQays of حُبlove أَوor مَفاخِرthe glories of دارِمDarim
وَلا قَيْس حُب أَو مَفاخِر دارِم
وَلاnor قَسQuss of لبintellect قَطُّever أَوor طَرفةTarafa العَبدِal-'Abd
وَلا قَس لب قَطُّ أَو طَرفة العَبدِ
nor a Qays of love, or the glories of Darim,
nor a Quss of intellect ever, or Tarafa al-'Abd.
وَحَسبِيَand sufficient for me مِنin ذِكْرِrecounting الفخَارِboasts عَلَيهِمover them
وَحَسبِيَ مِن ذِكْرِ الفخَارِ عَلَيهِم
بِأَنِّيin that I فِيbefore الأَشهادِwitnesses خاتِمَةthe last of العَدِّthe count
بِأَنِّي فِي الأَشهادِ خاتِمَة العَدِّ
It is enough for me, in recounting my boasts over them,
that before witnesses I am the last in the count.
فَإِنso if أَنَّبتنِيreproached me سُوقةcommon folk وَتَعَنَّتَتand dealt harshly
فَإِن أَنَّبتنِي سُوقة وَتَعَنَّتَت
عَليwith me وَظَنتand suspected رِيبَةًsomething suspicious أَلسنُthe tongues of النقدِcriticism
عَلي وَظَنت رِيبَةً أَلسنُ النقدِ
If common folk reproach me and deal harshly
with me, and the tongues of criticism suspect something amiss,
فَماso not عَلِمُواthey knew أَنِّيthat I الجَوادُthe generous one بِنَفْسِهِwith his very self
فَما عَلِمُوا أَنِّي الجَوادُ بِنَفْسِهِ
وَكَيفَand how يَغرّcould tempt المالُwealth عيسَى'Isa مِنَaway from الزُّهدِasceticism
وَكَيفَ يَغرّ المالُ عيسَى مِنَ الزُّهدِ
they do not know that I am generous with my very self.
How could wealth tempt 'Isa away from asceticism?
وَلاnor علمknew العَميانthe blind والفَجْرwhile dawn صادِقtrue
وَلا علم العَميان والفَجْر صادِق
بِأَنthat الضُّحَىmorning light يَمتَدstretches لِلسالِكِfor the traveler الفَردِsolitary
بِأَن الضُّحَى يَمتَد لِلسالِكِ الفَردِ
Nor did the blind know, though dawn was true,
that morning light stretches onward for the solitary traveler.
فَأَيْنَso where يَكونُwill be الباغِيthe aggressor مِنagainst حُرthe heat of يَومِهhis day
فَأَيْنَ يَكونُ الباغِي مِن حُر يَومِه
وَأَنَّىand where يُقِيلtakes noon-rest الطاغِيthe tyrant فِيon قيعٍplains جُردِbare
وَأَنَّى يُقِيل الطاغِي فِي قيعٍ جُردِ
Where, then, will the aggressor stand against the heat of his day,
and where can the tyrant take noon-rest on bare plains?
فَلاso do not تَعْجَباyou two marvel مِماat what انْثَنَىhas turned عَطْفthe flank of حَاسِدan envier
فَلا تَعْجَبا مِما انْثَنَى عَطْف حَاسِد
يُكابِرُacts obstinately كَيْداًin guile وَهوَwhile he كَالقاذِفِlike one hurling الشهدِhoney
يُكابِرُ كَيْداً وَهوَ كَالقاذِفِ الشهدِ
Do not marvel, you two, that an envier turns his flank,
obstinately scheming, like one who hurls away honey.
فَماso not غَيَّرaltered البَحرَthe sea وَالفُراتَand the Euphrates مزاحِمٌa jostling rival
فَما غَيَّر البَحرَ وَالفُراتَ مزاحِمٌ
عَلَىdespite مَضَضvexation وَالعَذْبُwhile fresh water فِيin حَجَرٍstone صَلدِsolid
عَلَى مَضَض وَالعَذْبُ فِي حَجَرٍ صَلدِ
No jostling rival has altered the sea or the Euphrates,
despite his vexation, while fresh water lies within solid stone.
وَلاnor ضَارhas harmed شَمساًa sun أشْرَقَتhas risen منكرa denier of الضُّحىdaylight
وَلا ضَار شَمساً أشْرَقَت منكر الضُّحى
وَلاnor جَحْدُthe denial of جافٍa harsh man لِلبُدورِof the full moons مِنfrom الرُّمدِinflamed eyes
وَلا جَحْدُ جافٍ لِلبُدورِ مِن الرُّمدِ
No denier of daylight has harmed a risen sun,
nor a harsh man's denial of full moons through inflamed eyes.
إِذاwhen اتَّسَقَتare arrayed فِيin الفَرْعِthe branches وَالأَصلُwhile the root طَيِّبٌwholesome
إِذا اتَّسَقَت فِي الفَرْعِ وَالأَصلُ طَيِّبٌ
فُنُونُthe varied arts of النَّدَىgenerosity وَالطبْعُand nature شهْدٌhoney مَعَwith الزُّبدِbutter
فُنُونُ النَّدَى وَالطبْعُ شهْدٌ مَعَ الزُّبدِ
When, in the branches, with a wholesome root, there are arrayed
the varied arts of generosity, and nature is honey with butter,
فَذاكَthen that كَمالthe fullness of الفَضْلِexcellence وَالنبْلand nobility شاهِدa witness
فَذاكَ كَمال الفَضْلِ وَالنبْل شاهِد
لِيَقْضِيَso that may judge بِالقُسْطَاسِby the just balance وَالٍa ruler بِلاwithout كَيدِguile
لِيَقْضِيَ بِالقُسْطَاسِ وَالٍ بِلا كَيدِ
that is the fullness of excellence, with nobility as witness,
so that a ruler may judge by a just balance, without guile.
أَتُخزَىare disgraced? بَنوthe sons of العَبَّاسِal-'Abbas وَالمَجْدُwhile glory فيهِمُamong them
أَتُخزَى بَنو العَبَّاسِ وَالمَجْدُ فيهِمُ
وِرَاثَةan inheritance from جَدّa forefather لاnot شِراءَa purchase عَنthrough الجدِstriving
وِرَاثَة جَدّ لا شِراءَ عَن الجدِ
Are the sons of al-'Abbas to be disgraced, when glory among them
is inherited from a forefather, not bought through striving?
وَتَعلُوand rise بَنُوthe sons of الأَوباشِriffraff دُونِيَto my exclusion فِيin المَلاthe assembly
وَتَعلُو بَنُو الأَوباشِ دُونِيَ فِي المَلا
وَلاand not تَرْعَوِيdesists عَنْfrom غَيِّهاits error شِيعَةthe faction of القردِthe monkey
وَلا تَرْعَوِي عَنْ غَيِّها شِيعَة القردِ
And do sons of riffraff rise, to my exclusion, in the assembly,
while the monkey's faction does not desist from its error?
وَماذَاand what عَلَيَّupon me فِيregarding الحُثالَةِthe dregs قادَهاled them
وَماذَا عَلَيَّ فِي الحُثالَةِ قادَها
إِلَىto حَتفِهاtheir doom المَغرُورthe deluded one بِالبَطلِby the champion الجدِّresolute
إِلَى حَتفِها المَغرُور بِالبَطلِ الجدِّ
What do I care for the dregs, led
to their doom by one dazzled by the resolute champion?
وَفِيand in خَبَلmadness خَتمُthe sealing of السُّلافَةِchoice wine بِالصَّفَاwith purity
وَفِي خَبَل خَتمُ السُّلافَةِ بِالصَّفَا
وَحَبْلُand the cord of الوَفاfidelity بِالعَهدِto the pledge يَجرِيruns مَعَthrough الأَيدِيthe hands
وَحَبْلُ الوَفا بِالعَهدِ يَجرِي مَعَ الأَيدِي
And it is madness to seal choice wine with purity,
while the cord of fidelity to the pledge runs through the hands.
وَمَازالتand has never ceased السَّمحاءthe generous one يَنْهلpouring مزنُهاher rainclouds
وَمَازالت السَّمحاء يَنْهل مزنُها
بِكُلِّon every سَبِيلroad مِنْهُfrom it شرْبٌdrink لِذيfor one possessing ذودِa small camel herd
بِكُلِّ سَبِيل مِنْهُ شرْبٌ لِذي ذودِ
The generous one's rainclouds have never ceased pouring,
on every road, from them comes drink for one with a small camel herd.
وَقَدand may تنجِدcome to the rescue الأَنْوَاءthe rain-bearing stars وَاليَأسُwhile despair غالِبprevailing
وَقَد تنجِد الأَنْوَاء وَاليَأسُ غالِب
عَلَىover أَمَلthe hope of عَيْشَاa livelihood مِنfrom الأَزدِal-Azd
عَلَى أَمَل عَيْشَا مِن الأَزدِ
The rain-bearing stars may come to the rescue when despair prevails
over the hope of a livelihood from al-Azd.
وَيَنْشَقُand splits open عَنto reveal فَجْرa dawn مِنof الفَرَجِrelief الدُّجَىdarkness
وَيَنْشَقُ عَن فَجْر مِن الفَرَجِ الدُّجَى
وَيَنْجابُand clears away فِيin عَصْرan afternoon ضَبابُthe mist of الهَويpassion الوَردِrosy
وَيَنْجابُ فِي عَصْر ضَبابُ الهَوي الوَردِ
Darkness splits to reveal a dawn of relief,
and in an afternoon the mist of rosy passion clears.
وَفِيand in سُوقِthe market of أَربَابِmasters of البَلاغَةeloquence وَالنُّهىand reason
وَفِي سُوقِ أَربَابِ البَلاغَة وَالنُّهى
سَمِينrich fare وَغَثand lean fare منتَقَىselected العندِيone's own stock
سَمِين وَغَث منتَقَى العندِي
In the market of masters of eloquence and reason,
there is rich fare and lean, selected from one's own stock.
وَمنand among عِنْدِيَاتِthe own inventions of المَرْءa person حُبلَىpregnant وَسَاقِطand stillborn
وَمن عِنْدِيَاتِ المَرْء حُبلَى وَسَاقِط
وَمِنهاand among them السهاSuha وَالبَدرand the full moon فِيin نَظَرِthe sight of الحدِّdiscernment
وَمِنها السها وَالبَدر فِي نَظَرِ الحدِّ
Among a man's own inventions are the pregnant and the stillborn,
and among them are Suha and the full moon to a keen eye.
وَلاand not يَضْربُsets forth الأَمثالَparables إِلاexcept لِجهبذfor an expert
وَلا يَضْربُ الأَمثالَ إِلا لِجهبذ
حَكِيمُa sage of الأَيادِيbenefactions فِيin قَوافِيthe rhymes of الفَتَىthe young man الأيدِيmighty
حَكِيمُ الأَيادِي فِي قَوافِي الفَتَى الأيدِي
Only for an expert are parables set forth,
by a sage of benefactions, in the rhymes of the mighty young man.
وَمِنand among عَجَبthe wonders of الأَيامِthe days فِيat كُلِّevery مَطلَعdawning
وَمِن عَجَب الأَيامِ فِي كُلِّ مَطلَع
تَلَوُّنُهاtheir changing colors كَالقَوْلlike speech يأتِيكَcomes to you بِاللدِin contention
تَلَوُّنُها كَالقَوْل يأتِيكَ بِاللدِ
Among the wonders of the days at every dawning
is their changing color, like speech that comes to you in contention.
وَمَاand not أَحمَدthe most praiseworthy of الأَحوالِcircumstances إِلاexcept كَقابِضlike one gripping
وَمَا أَحمَد الأَحوالِ إِلا كَقابِض
عَلَىonto جَرةa tug بِالكَفwith the palm منfrom ساعدthe arm of السعدِgood fortune
عَلَى جَرة بِالكَف من ساعد السعدِ
Even the most praiseworthy of circumstances is only like one gripping
a tug with his palm from fortune's arm.
وَعِندَand with الجهينِيal-Juhayni فِيin الحِكايَةِthe tale مخْبرinformation
وَعِندَ الجهينِي فِي الحِكايَةِ مخْبر
يَقِينِيcertain كَرَأْيِlike the seeing of العَينِthe eye مِنfrom حازِمHazim الكردِthe Kurds
يَقِينِي كَرَأْيِ العَينِ مِن حازِم الكردِ
With al-Juhayni, in the tale, there is information,
certain as eyesight, from Hazim of the Kurds.
تَحَجَّبَsecluded himself فِيin بَيتِthe house of الحُكومَةِgovernment قاسِطan unjust man
تَحَجَّبَ فِي بَيتِ الحُكومَةِ قاسِط
وَوَاكفand a torrent of عَدلjustice فِيin القَضاjudgment هاتِنpouring الرعدِthunder
وَوَاكف عَدل فِي القَضا هاتِن الرعدِ
An unjust man has secluded himself in the house of government,
while a torrent of justice in judgment pours down thunder.
وَلَوand if عَلِمَknew المرتابthe doubter مَاwhat يَعقُبfollows الجَفاharshness
وَلَو عَلِمَ المرتاب مَا يَعقُب الجَفا
لأَرْبابِهِfor its practitioners لاقتَصَّhe would exact retribution مِنfrom نَفسِهِhimself يَفدِيto redeem himself
لأَرْبابِهِ لاقتَصَّ مِن نَفسِهِ يَفدِي
Had the doubter known what follows harshness
for its practitioners, he would punish himself to redeem himself.
وَلاnor صَدَّturned away عَنfrom بابِthe door of الإِشارَةِcounsel قاسِطan unjust man
وَلا صَدَّ عَن بابِ الإِشارَةِ قاسِط
مُفِيضlavishing الثناpraise فِيover الأَرضِthe earth كالعارِضlike a raincloud الحدِّfierce
مُفِيض الثنا فِي الأَرضِ كالعارِض الحدِّ
Nor did an unjust man turn away from the door of counsel,
lavishing praise over the earth like a fierce raincloud.
فَأَصبَحَso became مِنfrom وَقعِthe fall of الهتُونpouring rain عَلَىupon الرُّبىthe hills
فَأَصبَحَ مِن وَقعِ الهتُون عَلَى الرُّبى
عَزِيزُmighty بِنَاءthe structure of الجُدرِwalls فِيin ذِلةthe humiliation of الهدِّdemolition
عَزِيزُ بِنَاء الجُدرِ فِي ذِلة الهدِّ
Then, from the fall of pouring rain upon the hills,
the mighty structure of walls was brought low by demolition.
وَقامَand rose خَطيبُthe preacher of الجمعِthe assembly فِيin جامِعthe mosque of الصفَاpurity
وَقامَ خَطيبُ الجمعِ فِي جامِع الصفَا
عَلَىupon منبَرِthe pulpit of التمكِينِpower يَدعُوcalling إِلَىtoward الرشدِright guidance
عَلَى منبَرِ التمكِينِ يَدعُو إِلَى الرشدِ
The assembly's preacher rose in the mosque of purity,
upon the pulpit of power, calling toward right guidance.
فَشابَso grayed لَهاbecause of it قَرنthe temple of الوَليدِthe newborn وَلَمand not تفدavailed
فَشابَ لَها قَرن الوَليدِ وَلَم تفد
مَعاقِلُfortresses of مَنعdefense دونَهاbefore them فاتِكُa slayer of الأسدِthe lion
مَعاقِلُ مَنع دونَها فاتِكُ الأسدِ
At this a newborn's temple grayed, and no help came from
fortresses of defense, with a lion-slayer before them.
هُنالِكَthere لاnot يَنجُوescapes مِنfrom الهَولِterror هالِكa doomed man
هُنالِكَ لا يَنجُو مِن الهَولِ هالِك
تَحصنfortified himself مِنagainst رَيبِthe uncertainties of الحَوادِثِevents بِالرَّصدِwith sentries
تَحصن مِن رَيبِ الحَوادِثِ بِالرَّصدِ
There, no doomed man escapes the terror,
though he has fortified himself against the hazards of events with sentries.
فَياso oh حَسرَةthe grief of المَسبُوقِthe outstripped one وَالوَيلand doom لازِبclinging
فَيا حَسرَة المَسبُوقِ وَالوَيل لازِب
لِمُنخَدِعٍto a deceived man مِنfrom فَتكَةِthe assault of الأَسَدِthe lion الوَردِtawny
لِمُنخَدِعٍ مِن فَتكَةِ الأَسَدِ الوَردِ
Oh, the grief of the one outstripped, with doom clinging
to one deceived by the attack of the tawny lion!
وَماand not وزرthe refuge of المَغرورthe deluded man إِلاexcept سَحابَةa cloud
وَما وزر المَغرور إِلا سَحابَة
تَظَلُّlingers قَلِيلاًbriefly ثُمَّthen يضحَىstands exposed to the sun عَلَىupon وَقدِburning heat
تَظَلُّ قَلِيلاً ثُمَّ يضحَى عَلَى وَقدِ
The deluded man's refuge is only a cloud
that lingers briefly; then he is exposed to a blaze.
وَقَدand may تَصدقprove true الأَحلامdreams وَالظنwhile conjecture كاذِبfalse
وَقَد تَصدق الأَحلام وَالظن كاذِب
وَلَيسَand there is not كَرَأيِlike the seeing of العَينِthe eye مِنany خَبَرٍreport عندِيin my view
وَلَيسَ كَرَأيِ العَينِ مِن خَبَرٍ عندِي
Dreams may prove true while conjecture is false,
and to me no report is like the eye's own seeing.
وَأَجمَلand the fairest شَيءthing فِيin العُلاgreatness عَفوthe pardon of قادِرa powerful man
وَأَجمَل شَيء فِي العُلا عَفو قادِر
عَلَىtoward مُذنبa sinner لَمnot يَقتَرِفhas committed زِلةthe lapse of الجَحدِdenial
عَلَى مُذنب لَم يَقتَرِف زِلة الجَحدِ
The fairest thing in greatness is a powerful man's pardon
of a sinner who has not committed the lapse of denial.
وَمنand whoever ساوَرَattacked الضرغامthe lion أَصبَحcame to be باكِياweeping
وَمن ساوَرَ الضرغام أَصبَح باكِيا
عَلَىover فَقدِهِhis loss of مَحبُوبهhis beloved حينَwhen لاnot يُجدِيhelps
عَلَى فَقدِهِ مَحبُوبه حينَ لا يُجدِي
Whoever attacks the lion comes to weep
over the loss of his beloved, when weeping does no good.
فَلِلَّهِso to God belongs دَرّthe excellence of الطائِيal-Ta'i فِيin قَولِهhis words وَقَدand indeed
فَلِلَّهِ دَرّ الطائِي فِي قَولِه وَقَد
أَجادَhe spoke well وَقاسand measured الجودgenerosity بِالصاعِby the sa' measure وَالمدِّand the mudd measure
أَجادَ وَقاس الجود بِالصاعِ وَالمدِّ
God bless al-Ta'i for his words, for he
spoke well and measured generosity by the sa' and mudd:
وَإِنِّيand indeed I لعَبْدtruly a slave of الضَّيفthe guest ماfor as long as دامَhe remains ثاوِياstaying
وَإِنِّي لعَبْد الضَّيف ما دامَ ثاوِيا
وَماand not بِيَin me إِلاexcept تِلكَthat مِنamong شِيمِthe traits of العَبدِa slave
وَما بِيَ إِلا تِلكَ مِن شِيمِ العَبدِ
"I am indeed the guest's slave so long as he remains,
and that is the only trait of a slave in me."
فَلاso let not يَطمَعhope المَخذُولthe forsaken man فِيfor عَفْوthe pardon of ماجِدa noble man
فَلا يَطمَع المَخذُول فِي عَفْو ماجِد
إِذاif سامَهُhe subjects him بِالمَكْرِto deceit أَوor نَخوَةthe arrogance of الندِّa rival
إِذا سامَهُ بِالمَكْرِ أَو نَخوَة الندِّ
Let no forsaken man hope for a noble man's pardon
if he subjects him to deceit or a rival's arrogance.
أَتَرْضَىwould you accept بِبُخْسِthe devaluation of الفَخرِglory فِيin مَوقِفthe place of النُّهىreason
أَتَرْضَى بِبُخْسِ الفَخرِ فِي مَوقِف النُّهى
وَسوقand the market of النُّهَىreason مَاwhat is بَينَbetween راخslack وَمُشْتَدِّand strong
وَسوق النُّهَى مَا بَينَ راخ وَمُشْتَدِّ
Would you accept glory's devaluation where reason holds sway,
when reason's market ranges between slackness and strength?
وَمِنand among كَرَمthe generosity of الحُرِّthe free man الكَريمnoble دِفاعُهُhis repelling
وَمِن كَرَم الحُرِّ الكَريم دِفاعُهُ
أَكُفthe hands of الدَّناياbaseness عَنfrom جوارِهhis precinct كالزَّردِlike chain mail
أَكُف الدَّنايا عَن جوارِه كالزَّردِ
Among a free, noble man's generous traits is his repelling
the hands of baseness from his precinct, like chain mail.
فَلاso not يُحْمدُare praised الأَكْرامُthe most noble بِالصَّبْرِfor patience فِيin الرَّدَىdestruction
فَلا يُحْمدُ الأَكْرامُ بِالصَّبْرِ فِي الرَّدَى
وَلاnor يُجْلدُis flogged الضّرْغامُthe lion كالكَلبِlike a dog بِالقَدِّwith a leather strap
وَلا يُجْلدُ الضّرْغامُ كالكَلبِ بِالقَدِّ
The most noble are not praised for patience in destruction,
nor is a lion flogged like a dog with a leather strap.
وَمَنand whoever قاسَcompared بِاللَّيْثِto the lion الكَبيرِgreat أُضَيْبِعاa little hyena
وَمَن قاسَ بِاللَّيْثِ الكَبيرِ أُضَيْبِعا
فَسَوفَthen will يُريهِshow him الشّبْلthe cub مَاwhat صارَbefell فِيto الفَهْدِthe cheetah
فَسَوفَ يُريهِ الشّبْل مَا صارَ فِي الفَهْدِ
Whoever compares a little hyena to a great lion,
the cub will show him what befell the cheetah.
وَقَدand may يصْطَلِيwarm himself by fire المَحمُومُthe fevered man وَاليَومُwhile the day صَائِفsummery
وَقَد يصْطَلِي المَحمُومُ وَاليَومُ صَائِف
وَلاand not يَشْعُرُis aware المَسْمومُthe poisoned man بِالضُّرِّof the harm فِيin الصَفْدِthe fetters
وَلا يَشْعُرُ المَسْمومُ بِالضُّرِّ فِي الصَفْدِ
A fevered man may warm himself at a fire on a summer day,
and the poisoned man does not feel the harm in his fetters.
Sol 6.1