ياعُرْبَO Arabs كاظِمَةٍof Kazimah أفِيكُمamong you? أُظْلَمُI am wronged
ياعُرْبَ كاظِمَةٍ أفِيكُم أُظْلَمُ
والعَبدُand the slave عَبْدُكُمُyour slave وأنْتُمْand you أنْتُمُyou yourselves
والعَبدُ عَبْدُكُمُ وأنْتُمْ أنْتُمُ
O Arabs of Kazimah, am I to be wronged among you?
And this slave is your slave, and you are who you are.
مُشتاقُكُمْthe one who longs for you عَبَثَتْtoyed بهِwith him أيْدِيthe hands of الهَوىَpassion
مُشتاقُكُمْ عَبَثَتْ بهِ أيْدِي الهَوىَ
دَمْعٌtears يَصُوبُpour down ولَوعةٌand anguish تتَضَرَّمُblazes
دَمْعٌ يَصُوبُ ولَوعةٌ تتَضَرَّمُ
The hands of passion have toyed with the one who longs for you.
Tears pour down, and anguish blazes.
كَمْhow long ذاthis الصُّدُودُshunning اللهَfear God فيfor صَبٍّa passionate lover شَجٍgrief-stricken
كَمْ ذا الصُّدُودُ اللهَ في صَبٍّ شَجٍ
شُفِيَwere healed العُداةُthe foes بهِthrough him وخابَand failed اللُّوَّمُthe reproachers
شُفِيَ العُداةُ بهِ وخابَ اللُّوَّمُ
How long this shunning? Fear God for a grief-stricken lover,
Whose foes have found healing through him, while his reproachers have failed.
أدُّواpay زَكاةَthe alms due on جَمالِكُمْyour beauty مِسْكِينَكُمْyour pauper
أدُّوا زَكاةَ جَمالِكُمْ مِسْكِينَكُمْ
مُلِّكتُمُyou were granted dominion فَهَبُواso give رُحِمْتُمْyou were shown mercy فارْحَمواso show mercy
مُلِّكتُمُ فَهَبُوا رُحِمْتُمْ فارْحَموا
Pay your pauper the alms due on your beauty.
You were granted dominion, so give; you were shown mercy, so show mercy.
ماnot كانَwas قَطُّever البُخْلُstinginess شِيَمةَthe trait of ماجِدٍa noble person
ما كانَ قَطُّ البُخْلُ شِيَمةَ ماجِدٍ
حاشاكُمُfar be it from you ياO سادتيmy lords حاشاكُمُfar be it from you
حاشاكُمُ يا سادتي حاشاكُمُ
Stinginess was never the trait of a noble soul.
Far be it from you, my lords, far be it from you!
Sol 6.1