حَذارِ حَذارِ مِن رُكونٍ إِلى الزَمَن

حَذارِ حَذارِ مِن رُكونٍ إِلى الزَمَن

فَمَن ذا الَّذي يُبقي عَلَيهِ وَمَن وَمَن

فَمَن ذا الَّذي يُبقي عَلَيهِ وَمَن وَمَن

Beware, beware of putting trust in time!

Beware, beware of leaning on time,

For whom does it spare—who, who?

For who can remain upon it and who, who?

أَلَم تَرَ لِلأَحداثِ أَقبَلَها المُنى

أَلَم تَرَ لِلأَحداثِ أَقبَلَها المُنى

وَأَقتُلَها ما عَرَّضَ المَرءَ لِلفِتَن

وَأَقتُلَها ما عَرَّضَ المَرءَ لِلفِتَن

Have you not seen that wishes are the most welcome of life's happenings,

Have you not seen that fate comes to events

and the deadliest are those that expose a man to trials?

And the most ruinous thing for man is trials?

تُسَرُّ مِنَ الدُنيا بِما هُوَ ذاهِبٌ

تُسَرُّ مِنَ الدُنيا بِما هُوَ ذاهِبٌ

وَيَبكي عَلى ما كانَ مِنها وَلَم يَكُن

وَيَبكي عَلى ما كانَ مِنها وَلَم يَكُن

You rejoice in this world over what is passing away,

It is delighted with the world with what is going,

and he weeps over what it held and what it never held.

And cries over what was and did not exist.

أَرى دارَنا لَيسَت بِدارِ إِقامَةٍ

أَرى دارَنا لَيسَت بِدارِ إِقامَةٍ

أَرَدنا نَواءً عِندَها وَهيَ في ظَعَن

أَرَدنا نَواءً عِندَها وَهيَ في ظَعَن

I see that our dwelling is no place of lasting residence;

I see our house is not for staying,

we sought to stay with it while it was departing.

We wanted comfort in it, and it is in decay.

فَكَم سَكَنَ الدُنيا مُلوكٌ أَعِزَّةٌ

فَكَم سَكَنَ الدُنيا مُلوكٌ أَعِزَّةٌ

تَفانَوا فَلَم تَستَبِقِ مِنهُم لَها سَكَن

تَفانَوا فَلَم تَستَبِقِ مِنهُم لَها سَكَن

How many mighty kings dwelt in this world!

How many mighty kings inhabited the world

They all perished; it retained not one inhabitant among them.

Then passed away and it did not preserve their dwelling.

وَكَم في الثَرى دَسَّت جَبينَ مُتَوَّجٍ

وَكَم في الثَرى دَسَّت جَبينَ مُتَوَّجٍ

فَأَصبَحَ بِالإِقدامِ يوطا وَيُمتَهَن

فَأَصبَحَ بِالإِقدامِ يوطا وَيُمتَهَن

How many a crowned brow it buried in the dust,

And how many crowned heads the soil buried

until it came to be trodden underfoot and debased!

Who in the morn appeared despised and disdained.

وَذي جُنَّةٍ كانَت تَقيهِ مِنَ الرَدى

وَذي جُنَّةٍ كانَت تَقيهِ مِنَ الرَدى

أَتاهُ الرَدى فَاِعتاضَ مِنها ثَرى الجَنَن

أَتاهُ الرَدى فَاِعتاضَ مِنها ثَرى الجَنَن

And one whose shield used to protect him from death—

And one sheltered from harm in his mansion,

death came to him, and he exchanged it for the grave's dust.

Harm came to him so he took shelter in the dirt of madness.

وَكَالصَقرِ فَوقَ السابِقاتِ اِغتَضَت بِهِ

وَكَالصَقرِ فَوقَ السابِقاتِ اِغتَضَت بِهِ

أَعالِيَ أَعوادِ مِنَ النَعشِ فَاِرجَحَن

أَعالِيَ أَعوادِ مِنَ النَعشِ فَاِرجَحَن

And one, falcon-like above swift steeds, weighed upon

Like a hawk above the leading camels swollen with him,

the upper timbers of a bier, which sagged.

The pinnacle of the poles of the bier arched over him.

وَمَن ضاقَت الدُنيا بِهِ وَبِجَيشِهِ

وَمَن ضاقَت الدُنيا بِهِ وَبِجَيشِهِ

طَوَت شَخصَهُ في قَيدِ شِبرٍ مِنَ الكَفَن

طَوَت شَخصَهُ في قَيدِ شِبرٍ مِنَ الكَفَن

And one for whom and for his army the world was too narrow—

And he whom the world was too narrow for him and his army,

it folded his body within a handspan of shroud.

Its expanse folded his person in a handspan of shroud.

وَمُحتَجِبٍ لا يَخرِقُ الإِذنَ حُجبَهُ

وَمُحتَجِبٍ لا يَخرِقُ الإِذنَ حُجبَهُ

وَلَجنَ مَناياهُ عَلَيهِ وَما أَذِن

وَلَجنَ مَناياهُ عَلَيهِ وَما أَذِن

And one secluded, whose curtains even permission could not pierce—

And a recluse whose privacy the ear does not penetrate,

his deaths entered upon him, though he gave no leave.

Death broke into him though he did not permit.

وَذي حَرَسٍ لا يَغفَلونَ اِحتِراسَهُ

وَذي حَرَسٍ لا يَغفَلونَ اِحتِراسَهُ

رَمَتهُ فَلَم يُنصَرُ عَلَيها وَلَم يُعَن

رَمَتهُ فَلَم يُنصَرُ عَلَيها وَلَم يُعَن

And one with guards who never neglected his protection—

And one whose guards did not neglect guarding him,

it struck him; against it he was neither defended nor aided.

It cast him down though he was not helped or aided.

وَما سِحِ عِطفَيهِ مِنَ الدَرَنِ اِنبَرَت

وَما سِحِ عِطفَيهِ مِنَ الدَرَنِ اِنبَرَت

لَهُ الدُودُ أَكلاً فَاِنثَنى دَرَنَ الدَرَن

لَهُ الدُودُ أَكلاً فَاِنثَنى دَرَنَ الدَرَن

And one wiping dirt from his sides—there sprang

And he whose shoulders were not covered by a worn-out cloak,

upon him worms to devour him, and he became filth upon filth.

The worms ate him until the worm was satiated with eating.

وَذي أَمَلٍ مِن دونِهِ أَجَل لَهُ

وَذي أَمَلٍ مِن دونِهِ أَجَل لَهُ

غَذا شَركاً ما كانَ قَبلُ لَهُ وَسَن

غَذا شَركاً ما كانَ قَبلُ لَهُ وَسَن

And one with a hope, before which stood his appointed end,

And he who hoped, beyond him for a term for himself,

nourished a snare that had never before known sleep.

Time partnered with him destroying what was not before a partner to him.

فَما اِعثَرَ الآمالَ في أَجلِ الفَتى

فَما اِعثَرَ الآمالَ في أَجلِ الفَتى

وَأَقرَبَ أَيّامَ السُرورِ مِنَ الحَزَن

وَأَقرَبَ أَيّامَ السُرورِ مِنَ الحَزَن

How readily hopes stumble at a young man's appointed end,

So time did not trip up the hopes of the youth,

and how close the days of joy are to grief!

Or bring near the days of joy more than grief.

عَفاهُ عَلى الدُنيا فَإِنَّ نَعيمَها

عَفاهُ عَلى الدُنيا فَإِنَّ نَعيمَها

كَأَضغاثِ أَحلامٍ تَلَذُّ بِلا وَسَن

كَأَضغاثِ أَحلامٍ تَلَذُّ بِلا وَسَن

Ruin upon the world! For its bliss

Spare yourself about the world, for its comfort

is like tangled dreams, enjoyed without sleep.

Is like the delusions of dreams that feel good without reality.

فَبَينا الفَتى في ظِلِّها إِذ تَقَلَّبَت

فَبَينا الفَتى في ظِلِّها إِذ تَقَلَّبَت

بِهِ فَاِتَّقَتهُ وَهيَ قالِبَةُ وَالوَهَن

بِهِ فَاِتَّقَتهُ وَهيَ قالِبَةُ وَالوَهَن

While the young man is beneath its shade, it suddenly turns

So while the youth was in its shadow when it tossed

against him; it shuns him, overturning him and bringing weakness.

And played with him while it is toying and weak.

لَعضمرُكَ إِنّي قَد حَزِنتُ فَلَم أَهِن

لَعضمرُكَ إِنّي قَد حَزِنتُ فَلَم أَهِن

وَكُنتُ جَديرَ الرُزءِ بِالحُزنِ وَالوَهَن

وَكُنتُ جَديرَ الرُزءِ بِالحُزنِ وَالوَهَن

By your life, I have grieved, yet I did not grow weak,

May you live long, I am sorrowed but not disgraced,

though my loss gave me every cause for grief and weakness.

And I was deserving of misery and being downcast

دَهَتني المَنايا في أَبي حَكَم أِبي

دَهَتني المَنايا في أَبي حَكَم أِبي

وَمِن قَبلُ وارَيتُ الشَقيقَ أَبا الحَسَن

وَمِن قَبلُ وارَيتُ الشَقيقَ أَبا الحَسَن

Death struck me with the loss of Abu Hakam, my father;

Fate stunned me with the death of my father,

and before him I had buried my brother, Abu al-Hasan.

And before that I had lost my brother Abu Al Hasan.

فَيا لَكُما بَدرَي عَلاءٍ تَساقَطا

فَيا لَكُما بَدرَي عَلاءٍ تَساقَطا

وَكانا سَنا عَيني وَأَسناهُما الأَسَن

وَكانا سَنا عَيني وَأَسناهُما الأَسَن

Alas for you two, full moons of glory that have fallen!

So for you two, moons of glorious men fallen down,

You were the radiance of my eyes; the elder was the brighter.

You were the delight of my eye and its teeth unblemished.

تَضَمَّنَ شَوّالُ مَناياهُما مَعاً

تَضَمَّنَ شَوّالُ مَناياهُما مَعاً

فَبَينَهُما حَولٌ وَفَقدُهُما قَرَن

فَبَينَهُما حَولٌ وَفَقدُهُما قَرَن

Shawwal embraced both their deaths:

Shawwal included both their deaths together,

a year lay between them, yet their loss was coupled.

So a year separated them and their loss coupled me.

تَلا فَقدَ هَذا فَقدُ ذا مُتَتابِعاً

تَلا فَقدَ هَذا فَقدُ ذا مُتَتابِعاً

فَشَمسٌ تَلَت بَدراً وَأَصلٌ تَلا غُصُن

فَشَمسٌ تَلَت بَدراً وَأَصلٌ تَلا غُصُن

The loss of that one followed the loss of this, in succession:

This one’s loss followed that one in succession,

a sun followed a full moon, and a root followed a branch.

A sun followed a moon and a branch followed a branch.

خَلا مِنهُما النادي وَكانا وَقارَهُ

خَلا مِنهُما النادي وَكانا وَقارَهُ

فَزُلزِلَ رَضوى وَاِستُطيرتَ رُبا حَضَن

فَزُلزِلَ رَضوى وَاِستُطيرتَ رُبا حَضَن

The assembly was emptied of them; they had been its dignity.

The club was empty of them both, and they were its dignity,

Radwa was shaken, and the heights of Hadan were sent flying.

So its happiness was shaken and the doves of its bosom scattered.

وَلَم يُبقِ رَوضي بَعدَ هَلَّكِهِما الحَيا

وَلَم يُبقِ رَوضي بَعدَ هَلَّكِهِما الحَيا

وَكُنتُ أَسَقّي مِنهُما السُحُبَ الهَتَن

وَكُنتُ أَسَقّي مِنهُما السُحُبَ الهَتَن

Rain did not preserve my garden after their deaths,

And my meadow did not leave, after their perishing, any life,

though from them I used to water the pouring clouds.

And I used to water from them the rainclouds bent down.

فَلِلَهِ صَبري بَل شَجوني فَإِنَّني

فَلِلَهِ صَبري بَل شَجوني فَإِنَّني

نَشَرتُ اِصطِباراً وَاِنطَوَيتُ عَلى شَجَن

نَشَرتُ اِصطِباراً وَاِنطَوَيتُ عَلى شَجَن

To God belongs my patience—rather, my sorrows! For I

So God gives me patience, but my lamentations, for I

unfurled endurance and folded myself around grief.

Have spread endurance and withdraw into deep sorrow.

بَدا أَعظَمُ الأَرزاءِ وَاِكتَتَمَ الأَسى

بَدا أَعظَمُ الأَرزاءِ وَاِكتَتَمَ الأَسى

فَناقَضتُ جُلَّ الناسِ في السِرِّ وَالعَلَن

فَناقَضتُ جُلَّ الناسِ في السِرِّ وَالعَلَن

The greatest calamity was plain, while anguish lay concealed;

The greatest calamity appeared and grief hid

thus I differed from most people in private and in public.

So I opposed all people in private and openly.

فَقُلتُ لِجِسمي خالِياً أَنتَ وَالضَنى

فَقُلتُ لِجِسمي خالِياً أَنتَ وَالضَنى

وَلِلروحِ بِئسَ الروحُ مالَكَ لَم تَبِن

وَلِلروحِ بِئسَ الروحُ مالَكَ لَم تَبِن

Alone, I told my body, “You are left with wasting sickness,”

I said to my body empty of you is grief

and my soul, “Wretched soul, why have you not departed?”

And to the soul: miserable soul, what ails you that you do not build.

فَقالَ فُؤادي هَل أَذوبُ مِنَ الأَسى

فَقالَ فُؤادي هَل أَذوبُ مِنَ الأَسى

فَقُلتُ تَعَجَّل لا أَبا لَكَ وَاِفعَلَن

فَقُلتُ تَعَجَّل لا أَبا لَكَ وَاِفعَلَن

My heart said, “Shall I melt from sorrow?”

And my heart said: Do I melt from grief?

I said, “Hasten—may you have no father! Do it!”

So I said: be quick, no, no to you and do so.

وَقالَت دُموعي هَل أَذوبُ مِنَ الأَسى

وَقالَت دُموعي هَل أَذوبُ مِنَ الأَسى

مَعي الدَمُ مَسفوحاً فَقُلتُ اِفعَلي وَإِن

مَعي الدَمُ مَسفوحاً فَقُلتُ اِفعَلي وَإِن

My tears said, “Shall I melt from sorrow,

And my tears said: Do we melt from grief

with blood shed alongside me?” I said, “Do it, even so!”

With me blood poured forth? So I said: Do so, and if

أَبَعدَ يَعيشٍ سَلوَةٌ وَتَصَبُّرٌ

أَبَعدَ يَعيشٍ سَلوَةٌ وَتَصَبُّرٌ

لَقَد فَسَدَت عِندي صَنائِعُهُ إِذَن

لَقَد فَسَدَت عِندي صَنائِعُهُ إِذَن

After Ya'ish, can there be solace and patient endurance?

After living is there any solace and patience?

Surely his kindnesses would then have been wasted on me.

For me, its skills are surely in disorder, so

فَأَينَ الأَيادي السافِلاتُ الَّتي بِها

فَأَينَ الأَيادي السافِلاتُ الَّتي بِها

شَهيدٌ عَلِيَّ الطَفلُ وَالكَهلُ وَاليَفَن

شَهيدٌ عَلِيَّ الطَفلُ وَالكَهلُ وَاليَفَن

Where are the former favors, for which

Where are the lowly hands with which

child, grown man, and aged elder bear witness against me?

Every child and elder and the fetuses testify against me?

وَأَينَ حَنانٌ كُنةتُ أَعرِفُهُ بِهِ

وَأَينَ حَنانٌ كُنةتُ أَعرِفُهُ بِهِ

فَيا قَلبُ ما أَشجى عَلَيهِ وَما أَحَن

فَيا قَلبُ ما أَشجى عَلَيهِ وَما أَحَن

And where is the tenderness I used to know in him?

And where is the tenderness I used to know it with?

O heart, how deep my grief for him, how great my longing!

So O heart, how sorrowful over it and how kind!

وَكَم مِنَنٍ مِن دونِ مَنٍ تَتابَعَت

وَكَم مِنَنٍ مِن دونِ مَنٍ تَتابَعَت

عَلَيَّ لَهُ وَالناسُ مَنٌّ بِلا مِنَن

عَلَيَّ لَهُ وَالناسُ مَنٌّ بِلا مِنَن

How many favors, without reproachful reminders, came in succession

And how many favors from less than a favor came to me,

from him upon me—while others give reminders without favors!

And people have no favors without favors!

وَكَم مِن عَظيمٍ قَد وَقاني بِنَفسِهِ

وَكَم مِن عَظيمٍ قَد وَقاني بِنَفسِهِ

فَهانَ وَلَولا عَطفُهُ بي لَم يَهُن

فَهانَ وَلَولا عَطفُهُ بي لَم يَهُن

How many a grave ordeal he shielded me from with his own person!

And how many great visited me with himself,

It grew slight; without his tenderness toward me, it would not have eased.

Became despised, and if not for his kindness, he would not be lowly.

سَأَثني عَلَيهِ بِالَّذي هُوَ أَهلُهُ

سَأَثني عَلَيهِ بِالَّذي هُوَ أَهلُهُ

وَإِن يَكُ تَقصيرٌ فَإِقصارُ ذي لَسَن

وَإِن يَكُ تَقصيرٌ فَإِقصارُ ذي لَسَن

I shall praise him as he deserves;

I will praise him for what he is deserving,

and if I fall short, it is an eloquent man's shortcoming.

And if it is remiss, the shortcoming is from one with no tongue.

أَبي ما أَبي لا يُبعِدِ اللَهُ مِثلَهُ

أَبي ما أَبي لا يُبعِدِ اللَهُ مِثلَهُ

وَمَن مِثلُهُ ذو اليُسرِ في عُسرَةِ الزَمَن

وَمَن مِثلُهُ ذو اليُسرِ في عُسرَةِ الزَمَن

My father—what a father! May God not take away his like!

O my father, what a father! May God not distance his like,

Who is like him, a man of ease in time's hardship?

And who is his equal, easy in the difficulty of time?

جَوادٌ يزينُ الجودَ مِنهُ تَواضُعٌ

جَوادٌ يزينُ الجودَ مِنهُ تَواضُعٌ

فَفَوقَ الَّذي أَبدى مِنَ الجودِ ما أَكَن

فَفَوقَ الَّذي أَبدى مِنَ الجودِ ما أَكَن

A generous man, whose humility adorned his generosity:

Generous, generosity adorns him, and humility,

what he concealed of his giving surpassed what he displayed.

Above that which he showed of generosity, how much he hid!

إِذا سُئِلَ المَعروفَ أَسبَلَ وابِلا

إِذا سُئِلَ المَعروفَ أَسبَلَ وابِلا

وَإِن هُوَ لَم يُسأَل تَفَجَّرَ أَو هَتَن

وَإِن هُوَ لَم يُسأَل تَفَجَّرَ أَو هَتَن

When asked for kindness, he let loose a downpour;

If asked for kindness, he poured forth torrents,

and even when unasked, he gushed forth or rained abundantly.

And if he himself was not asked, he burst forth or bent down.

وَلَم يَدَّخِر في أَمسِهِ قوتَ يَومِهِ

وَلَم يَدَّخِر في أَمسِهِ قوتَ يَومِهِ

نَزاهَةَ نَفسٍ لا كَمَن حاطَ وَاِختَزَن

نَزاهَةَ نَفسٍ لا كَمَن حاطَ وَاِختَزَن

He did not store up yesterday the food he needed today,

And he did not hoard in his yesterday the food of his day,

through purity of soul—not like those who guarded and hoarded.

The purity of a soul, not like one who took and stored.

شَبيبَتُهُ بَينَ المَكارِمِ وَاللُها

شَبيبَتُهُ بَينَ المَكارِمِ وَاللُها

وَشَيبَتُهُ بَينَ الفَرائِضِ وَالسُنَنِ

وَشَيبَتُهُ بَينَ الفَرائِضِ وَالسُنَنِ

His youth was spent among noble deeds and generous gifts;

His youth was between noble deeds and amusements,

his old age among religious obligations and prophetic practices.

And his old age between duties and traditions.

لَعَمري لَنِعمَ المَرءُ حَيّاً وَهالِكاً

لَعَمري لَنِعمَ المَرءُ حَيّاً وَهالِكاً

لِدافِنِهِ الفَخرُ العَظيمُ بِمَن دَفَن

لِدافِنِهِ الفَخرُ العَظيمُ بِمَن دَفَن

By my life, excellent was he, living and dead!

By my life, excellent is the man, living and dead,

His burier has great pride in the man he buried.

For his burier the great pride in who he buried!

فَبورِكَ مِن قَبرٍ وَطُهِّرَ مِن ثَرى

فَبورِكَ مِن قَبرٍ وَطُهِّرَ مِن ثَرى

وَقُدِّسَ مِن روحٍ وَعوفِيَ مِن بَدَن

وَقُدِّسَ مِن روحٍ وَعوفِيَ مِن بَدَن

May his grave be blessed, and its dust purified;

Blessed was his grave and purified from his soil

may his spirit be sanctified, and his body kept safe.

And sanctified from his spirit and guarded from his body.

رَجَوتُ لَهُ عَفوَ المُهَيمِنِ إِنَّهُ

رَجَوتُ لَهُ عَفوَ المُهَيمِنِ إِنَّهُ

هُوَ المَلِكَ الغَفّارُ ذو الطَولِ وَالمِنَنِ

هُوَ المَلِكَ الغَفّارُ ذو الطَولِ وَالمِنَنِ

I hope for him the pardon of the All-Watchful, for He

I hoped for the pardon of the Protector, indeed He

is the King, the Oft-Forgiving, Lord of bounty and favors.

Is the oft-forgiving King, of length and gifts.

لَهُ المُلكُ في الدارَينِ وَالحُكمُ مِثلَ ما

لَهُ المُلكُ في الدارَينِ وَالحُكمُ مِثلَ ما

لَهُ المَلَوانِ وَالَّذي فيهِما سَكَن

لَهُ المَلَوانِ وَالَّذي فيهِما سَكَن

His are sovereignty and judgment in both abodes, just as

To Him belongs the dominion in the two abodes and the judgement just as

His are night and day and whatever dwells in them.

His are the rulings and what dwells in the two.

وَأَرجو لَهُ حُبَّ النَبِيِّ مُحَمَّدٍ

وَأَرجو لَهُ حُبَّ النَبِيِّ مُحَمَّدٍ

فَذَنبُ مُحِبّيهِ بِغُفرانِهِ قَمَن

فَذَنبُ مُحِبّيهِ بِغُفرانِهِ قَمَن

And I hope for him the love of the Prophet Muhammad,

And I hope for him the love of the Prophet Muhammad,

for the sin of those who love him is worthy of being forgiven.

For the sins of his lovers are covered by his pardon

وَأَرجو لِسُقياهُ سِقايَةَ مَورِدٍ

وَأَرجو لِسُقياهُ سِقايَةَ مَورِدٍ

حَلا حَوضُهُ ما بَينَ أَيلَةَ وَاليَمَن

حَلا حَوضُهُ ما بَينَ أَيلَةَ وَاليَمَن

And I hope he may drink from a watering place

And I hope for his watering from a flowing spring,

whose pool is sweet from Aylah to Yemen.

Its basin between Ayla and Yemen sweeter than honey.

فَقَد قامَ بِالتَوحيدِ وَالخَمسُ عُمرُهُ

فَقَد قامَ بِالتَوحيدِ وَالخَمسُ عُمرُهُ

وَصَلّى عَلى المُختارِ وَاِتَّبَعَ السُنَن

وَصَلّى عَلى المُختارِ وَاِتَّبَعَ السُنَن

For he upheld God's oneness and the five prayers throughout his life,

For he stood for God’s oneness and his life was five times prayer,

invoked blessings upon the Chosen One, and followed the prophetic practices.

And he prayed on the Chosen and followed the sunna.

خَليلَيَّ إِنَّ الصَبرَ صَبرٌ وَلا أَرى

خَليلَيَّ إِنَّ الصَبرَ صَبرٌ وَلا أَرى

سِواهُ لِشَجوي أَنَّهُ أَعصَمُ الجُنَن

سِواهُ لِشَجوي أَنَّهُ أَعصَمُ الجُنَن

My two friends, patience is bitter aloe, and I see

My friend, patience is patience, and I do not see

no alternative for my grief: it is the surest of shields.

Other than it for my agony, it is the protector against madness.

قِفا حَيِّيا القَبرَ الَّذي حَلَّهُ أَبي

قِفا حَيِّيا القَبرَ الَّذي حَلَّهُ أَبي

مَعي إِنَّهُ رَأيٌ بَريءٌ مِنَ الغَبَن

مَعي إِنَّهُ رَأيٌ بَريءٌ مِنَ الغَبَن

Stand, you two, and greet the grave where my father came to rest,

Stop, two alive, at the grave in which my father is,

with me; this is a choice free from loss.

With me, it is an innocent view, free of deception.

وَلَستُ وَإِن أَنحى الزَمانُ بِصَرفِهِ

وَلَستُ وَإِن أَنحى الزَمانُ بِصَرفِهِ

عَلَيَّ وَنالَتني صُروفٌ مِنَ المِحَن

عَلَيَّ وَنالَتني صُروفٌ مِنَ المِحَن

I am not—though time has directed its reversals

And I, even if time turns by its changing

against me, and shifting ordeals have assailed me—

Upon me and varying tribulations from ordeals come to me,

بِفاقِدِ شَيءٍ مِن أَبي غَيرَ شَخصِهِ

بِفاقِدِ شَيءٍ مِن أَبي غَيرَ شَخصِهِ

وَلا بائِعِ القُربى بِبَخسٍ مِنَ الثَمَن

وَلا بائِعِ القُربى بِبَخسٍ مِنَ الثَمَن

bereft of anything of my father but his bodily presence,

Am not with the loss of anything from my father other than his person,

nor selling kinship for a paltry price.

Or a seller of relatives for a cheap price.

عَسى اللَهُ في الفِردَوسِ يَجمَعُ بَينَنا

عَسى اللَهُ في الفِردَوسِ يَجمَعُ بَينَنا

فَإِنَّ الرَدى إِن كانَ يَجمَعُنا حَسَن

فَإِنَّ الرَدى إِن كانَ يَجمَعُنا حَسَن

May God bring us together in Paradise;

Perhaps God in Paradise will gather us,

for death, if it reunites us, is beautiful.

For destruction, if it gathers us, is good.