وَقَتكَmay they protect you صُروفُvicissitudes الدَّهرِof time ياO ابنَson of مُقَلَّدٍMuqallad
وَقَتكَ صُروفُ الدَّهرِ يا ابنَ مُقَلَّدٍ
وَلاand may not زِلتَyou cease تَدعوyou summon سَعدَهاtheir good fortune فَتُجيبُso they answer
وَلا زِلتَ تَدعو سَعدَها فَتُجيبُ
May the vicissitudes of time protect you, O son of Muqallad,
The turns of fate have worn you down, O son of one who wears necklaces,
And may you ever summon their good fortune, and may they answer.
Yet still you call upon its happiness, and it responds,
وَراحَتand may they become رَزاياهاtheir calamities عَلَيكَtoward you شَفيقَةًcompassionate
وَراحَت رَزاياها عَلَيكَ شَفيقَةً
كَأَنَّas though الخُطوبَthe afflictions الطَّارِقاتِthat come knocking قُلوبُhearts
كَأَنَّ الخُطوبَ الطَّارِقاتِ قُلوبُ
And may their calamities become compassionate toward you,
Its calamities have been gentle with you,
As though the afflictions that come knocking were hearts.
As if the striking afflictions were hearts,
وَلاand may not صَحِبَتkeep company with كَفَّاكَyour two hands غَيرَanything but صَوارِمkeen swords
وَلا صَحِبَت كَفَّاكَ غَيرَ صَوارِم
لَهاthey have فيin صُدورِthe breasts الدَّارِعينَof armored men وَجِيبُa throbbing
لَها في صُدورِ الدَّارِعينَ وَجِيبُ
And may your hands never hold anything but keen swords,
You have no weapon but blades
That throb in the breasts of armored men.
That pierce the armor and mail of warriors.
تُنَفَّرَare driven away عَنكَfrom you الحادِثاتِthe misfortunes كَأَنَّهاas though they were
تُنَفَّرَ عَنكَ الحادِثاتِ كَأَنَّها
غَوانbeautiful maidens وَبيضُand the white blades المُرهَفاتِof keen-edged swords مَشيبُgray hair
غَوان وَبيضُ المُرهَفاتِ مَشيبُ
Misfortunes are driven away from you, as though they were
Events shy away from you as though they are
Beautiful maidens, and the white, keen-edged swords were gray hair.
Abyssinian slaves, while the white-haired are youthful.
فَقَدfor indeed زالَhas passed داءan illness كُنتَyou were فيماin what أَماطَهُdispelled it
فَقَد زالَ داء كُنتَ فيما أَماطَهُ
كَماjust as ثُقِّفَwas straightened الخَطِيُّthe Khatti spear وَهوَthough it is صَليبُsturdy
كَما ثُقِّفَ الخَطِيُّ وَهوَ صَليبُ
For an illness has passed; under the treatment that dispelled it, you were
So the illness you had has passed away,
Like a Khatti spear, straightened though already sturdy.
Just as a cross was removed from a Christian,
وَقَدand sometimes يُصقَلُis polished الهِندِيُّthe Indian sword وَهوَthough it is مُذَرَّبsharpened
وَقَد يُصقَلُ الهِندِيُّ وَهوَ مُذَرَّب
وَيُمسَحand is struck عِطفُthe side المَرءِof a man وَهوَthough he is أَديبُwell-mannered
وَيُمسَح عِطفُ المَرءِ وَهوَ أَديبُ
And an Indian sword may be polished, though already sharp,
An Indian idol may be polished
And a man's side may be struck, though he is well-mannered.
While the side of a cultured man is adorned.
Sol 6.1