هَذاthis اِبنson of قُطبِlodestar of عُلومِlearning of الشَرقِthe East عاجَلَهُovertook him suddenly
هَذا اِبن قُطبِ عُلومِ الشَرقِ عاجَلَهُ
سَهمُarrow of المَناياdeath فَأََدمىso made bleed بِعدَهُafter him المُهَجاthe hearts
سَهمُ المَنايا فَأََدمى بِعدَهُ المُهَجا
This son of the great authority on Eastern learning was suddenly overtaken
This son of the lodestar of Eastern learning was suddenly struck
by death’s arrow, which left hearts bleeding after him.
By death's arrow, which left hearts bleeding after him.
أَطالَprolonged حَسرَةَsorrow of آلِfamily of اليازِجِيal-Yaziji فَبَكواso they wept
أَطالَ حَسرَةَ آلِ اليازِجِي فَبَكوا
لِفَقدِfor the loss of نَصَّارَNassar دَمعاًtears بِالدِّماwith blood مُزِجاwere mingled
لِفَقدِ نَصَّارَ دَمعاً بِالدِّما مُزِجا
It prolonged the grief of the house of al-Yaziji, and they wept
It prolonged the al-Yaziji family's sorrow, and they wept
for the loss of Nassar—tears mingled with blood.
For Nassar's loss, tears mingled with blood.
غُصنٌa bough لوَتهُbent it يَدُhand of الأَقدارِfate فَاِبتَدَرَتthen they hastened
غُصنٌ لوَتهُ يَدُ الأَقدارِ فَاِبتَدَرَت
تَبكيweep عَليهِover him حَمَاماتُthe doves of اللِّوىal-Liwa هزجاin lilting song
تَبكي عَليهِ حَمَاماتُ اللِّوى هزجا
A tender bough fate’s hand had twisted; at once rushed forth
A bough bent by the hand of fate; then hastened
the doves of the winding sands to mourn him, sweetly trilling.
The doves of al-Liwa to weep over him in song.
قَدalready حَلّsettled مُنتَزِجاًfar from home (uncertain reading) فيin ظِلِّshade of سَيدةٍa Lady
قَد حَلّ مُنتَزِجاً في ظِلِّ سَيدةٍ
مِنwhoever أُمِهاsought her خائِفاًfearing هَولَterror of القَضاءِdoom نَجاwas saved
مِن أُمِها خائِفاً هَولَ القَضاءِ نَجا
He came to rest far from home beneath a Lady’s shelter;
He has settled, far from home, in a Lady's shade;
whoever seeks her, fearing fate’s horror, is saved.
Whoever seeks her, fearing the terror of doom, is saved.
فَخَطَّthen inscribed مِنfrom فَوقِabove مَثواهُhis resting place مُؤرِّخُهُhis chronicler
فَخَطَّ مِن فَوقِ مَثواهُ مُؤرِّخُهُ
إِنيindeed I am غَريبٌa stranger إِلىto مَأوىshelter of البَتولِthe Virgin لَجاtook refuge
إِني غَريبٌ إِلى مَأوى البَتولِ لَجا
And above his resting place his chronogrammist inscribed:
Then above his resting place his chronicler inscribed:
“Indeed I, a stranger, sought refuge in the Virgin’s abode.”
“Indeed, I am a stranger who took refuge in the Virgin's shelter.”
Sol 6.1