ياO مُخجِلَyou who put to shame الغَيثِthe rain المُلِثِّunceasing إِذاwhen هَمىit poured
يا مُخجِلَ الغَيثِ المُلِثِّ إِذا هَمى
وَمُهَجِّنَand you who belittle البَحرِthe sea المُحيطِencircling إِذاwhen طَماit swelled
وَمُهَجِّنَ البَحرِ المُحيطِ إِذا طَما
O you who put the ceaseless rain to shame when it pours,
And belittle the encircling ocean when it swells.
أَنتَyou الَّذيthe one whose ماnot زالَceased واضِحُclear رَأيِهِhis judgment
أَنتَ الَّذي ما زالَ واضِحُ رَأيِهِ
كَالصُبحِlike dawn إِنif لَيلُthe night of الحَوادِثِcalamities أَظلَماgrew dark
كَالصُبحِ إِن لَيلُ الحَوادِثِ أَظلَما
You are he whose clear judgment has always been
Like dawn, should the night of calamities grow dark.
ياO كَعبَةَKaaba of الفَضلِbounty الَّذيwhich نادَيتُهُI called upon it
يا كَعبَةَ الفَضلِ الَّذي نادَيتُهُ
بِالحَجِّfor pilgrimage أَقدِمنيbring me إِلَيهاto her مُحرِماconsecrated for pilgrimage
بِالحَجِّ أَقدِمني إِلَيها مُحرِما
O Kaaba of the bounty I have called upon:
“For pilgrimage, bring me to her, a consecrated pilgrim.”
ماnot كانَwas برقُكَyour lightning خُلَّباًrainless إِذwhen شِمتُهُI watched it
ما كانَ برقُكَ خُلَّباً إِذ شِمتُهُ
فَعَلامَso why بِتُّI spent the night وَقَدalthough already همىit poured أَشكوI complain of الظَماthirst
فَعَلامَ بِتُّ وَقَد همى أَشكو الظَما
Your lightning was not rainless when I watched it;
Why, then, did I spend the night complaining of thirst, though it had poured?
حاشاfar be it لِمَجدِكَfrom your glory أَنthat أَلوذَI seek refuge بِظِلِّهِin its shade
حاشا لِمَجدِكَ أَن أَلوذَ بِظِلِّهِ
وَأَكونَand I should be فيamong أَتباعِهِits followers صِلَةًa relative clause لِماto “mā” (“what”)
وَأَكونَ في أَتباعِهِ صِلَةً لِما
Far be it from your glory that I seek refuge in its shade,
And among its followers be a mere relative clause to “what.”
ماnot قَطَّبَتknitted in a frown ليat me حاجِباكَyour two eyebrows فَلَيتَنيso if only I
ما قَطَّبَت لي حاجِباكَ فَلَيتَني
أَدريI know وُقيتَmay you be spared الذَمَّblame لمwhy عَبساهُماthey both frowned
أَدري وُقيتَ الذَمَّ لم عَبساهُما
Your brows had never knitted at me—if only I
Knew—may you be spared blame—why they both frowned.
وَمَرامِيَand my goal الأَقصىfarthest يَراهُit considers it سَماحُكُمyour generosity
وَمَرامِيَ الأَقصى يَراهُ سَماحُكُم
سَهلاًeasy وَإِقتاريand my poverty يَراهُit considers it مَغنَماa prize
سَهلاً وَإِقتاري يَراهُ مَغنَما
Your generosity sees my farthest goal
As easy, and sees my poverty as a prize.
Sol 6.1