أَتُظهِرُ ما في الصَدرِ أَم أَنتَ كاتِمُه

أَتُظهِرُ ما في الصَدرِ أَم أَنتَ كاتِمُه

وَكِتمانُهُ داءٌ لِمَن هُوَ كاتِمُه

وَكِتمانُهُ داءٌ لِمَن هُوَ كاتِمُه

Do you reveal what is in the breast, or are you concealing it?

Do you reveal what is in your heart or do you conceal it?

And concealing it is a disease for whoever conceals it.

Concealing it is an illness for the one concealing it.

وَإِضمارُهُ في الصَّدرِ داءٌ وَعِلَّةٌ

وَإِضمارُهُ في الصَّدرِ داءٌ وَعِلَّةٌ

وَإِظهارُهُ شُنعٌ لِمَن هُوَ عالِمُه

وَإِظهارُهُ شُنعٌ لِمَن هُوَ عالِمُه

And hiding it in the breast is disease and affliction.

Harboring it in the heart is an illness and affliction.

And revealing it is a disgrace to whoever knows it.

Revealing it is shameful for the one who knows it.

وَفى لَكُما يإِبنَيَ سُلَيمانَ قاسِمٌ

وَفى لَكُما يإِبنَيَ سُلَيمانَ قاسِمٌ

بِجَدِّ النُهى إِذ يَقسِمُ الخَيرَ قاسِمُه

بِجَدِّ النُهى إِذ يَقسِمُ الخَيرَ قاسِمُه

An apportioner has fully endowed you both, O sons of Sulayman,

It is enough for you two, O sons of Suleiman, Qasim,

with wisdom's good fortune, when goodness is allotted by its apportioner.

With the goodness of prohibition when the good is divided by its distributor.

فَبَيتُكُما بَيتٌ رَفيعٌ بِناؤهُ

فَبَيتُكُما بَيتٌ رَفيعٌ بِناؤهُ

مَتى يَلقَ شَيئاً مُحدَثاً فَهُوَ هادِمُه

مَتى يَلقَ شَيئاً مُحدَثاً فَهُوَ هادِمُه

So your house is a house of lofty construction;

So your house is a lofty house in its construction

whenever it encounters something newly built, it tears it down.

Whenever it encounters something new, it demolishes it.

لَكُم كَبشُ صِدقٍ شَذَّبَ الشَّولَ عَنكُمُ

لَكُم كَبشُ صِدقٍ شَذَّبَ الشَّولَ عَنكُمُ

وَكَسَّرَ قَرنَي كُلِّ كَبشٍ يُصادِمُه

وَكَسَّرَ قَرنَي كُلِّ كَبشٍ يُصادِمُه

You have a worthy ram who drove the dry she-camels away from you,

You have a ram of sincerity that drove the scoundrel away from you

and shattered both horns of every ram that butts against him.

And broke the horns of every ram that opposes it.

فَلا صَرمُهُ يَبدو وَفي اليَأسِ راحَةٌ

فَلا صَرمُهُ يَبدو وَفي اليَأسِ راحَةٌ

وَلا وَصلُهُ يَصفو لَنا فَنُكارِمُه

وَلا وَصلُهُ يَصفو لَنا فَنُكارِمُه

So his estrangement does not show—and in despair there is relief—

So its disconnection does not appear, and there is tranquility in despair,

nor is his bond with us unclouded, so that we might vie with him in generosity.

Nor does its connection become pure for us to value it.