وَكَيفَand how بيfor me أَنto أَحولَchange ياO أَمَليmy hope
وَكَيفَ بي أَن أَحولَ يا أَمَلي
وَكُلّand every خَيرgood thing أَنالُI attain مِنthrough سَبَبِكyour agency
وَكُلّ خَير أَنالُ مِن سَبَبِك
And how could I change, O my hope,
How can I turn away, O my hope,
When every good I gain comes through you?
When all good I gain comes from you?
أَنكَرتَyou disapproved of شَيئاًsomething فَلَستُso I am not فاعِلَهُits doer
أَنكَرتَ شَيئاً فَلَستُ فاعِلَهُ
وَلاand not تَراهُyou see it يخَطُis written فيin كُتُبِكyour books
وَلا تَراهُ يخَطُ في كُتُبِك
You disapproved of something; I am not its doer,
If you forbid a thing, I'll not do it,
Nor will you see it written in your books.
Nor will you see it written in your books.
إِنif كانَthere was جَهلٌfolly أَتاكَit reached you مِنfrom قَبليmy side
إِن كانَ جَهلٌ أَتاكَ مِن قَبلي
فَعُدthen bestow بِفَضلٍwith kindness عَلَيَّupon me مِنfrom أَدَبِكyour refinement
فَعُد بِفَضلٍ عَلَيَّ مِن أَدَبِك
If any folly has reached you from me,
If ignorance came to you from me,
Then bestow on me kindness born of your refinement.
Return it with your grace and manners.
وَاعفُand pardon فَدَتكَmay they ransom you النُّفوسُthe souls عَنconcerning رَجُلٍa man
وَاعفُ فَدَتكَ النُّفوسُ عَن رَجُلٍ
يَعيشُhe lives حَتّىuntil المَماتِdeath فيin حَسَبِكyour noble standing
يَعيشُ حَتّى المَماتِ في حَسَبِك
And pardon—may souls be your ransom—a man
May souls ransom you from one
Who lives until death under your noble patronage.
Who lives until death by your reckoning.
Sol 6.1