أَثْبَتَestablished الرَّحْمنُthe All-Merciful بالسَّعْدِwith good fortune المُضيradiant
أَثْبَتَ الرَّحْمنُ بالسَّعْدِ المُضي
دَوْلَةًa reign قَائِمَةًstanding firm لاَnot تَنْقَضِيcomes to an end
دَوْلَةً قَائِمَةً لاَ تَنْقَضِي
The All-Merciful established, with radiant good fortune,
An enduring reign that shall never end,
لأَبِيfor Abu الْعَبَّاسِal-Abbas عَفْواًfreely سَاقَهاbrought it
لأَبِي الْعَبَّاسِ عَفْواً سَاقَها
قَدَرُdecree اللهِof God الإِمَامِthe imam الْمُرْتَضِيthe chosen one
قَدَرُ اللهِ الإِمَامِ الْمُرْتَضِي
For Abu al-Abbas—freely brought to him
By God's decree—the chosen imam.
دَوْلَةٌa reign يَأْملُهاhopes for it كُلُّall الْوَرَىhumankind
دَوْلَةٌ يَأْملُها كُلُّ الْوَرَى
مَاnot لَهَاfor it إِنْif ذُكِرَتْit is mentioned مِنْany مُبْغِضِhater
مَا لَهَا إِنْ ذُكِرَتْ مِنْ مُبْغِضِ
A reign all humankind hopes for,
Which none hates when it is mentioned.
كَاَنَwas وَجْهُthe face المُلْكِof kingship مُسْوَدّاًblackened فَقَدْand now
كَاَنَ وَجْهُ المُلْكِ مُسْوَدّاً فَقَدْ
قَابَلَhas met اللَّحْظَthe gaze بِوَجْهٍwith a face أَبْيَضِwhite
قَابَلَ اللَّحْظَ بِوَجْهٍ أَبْيَضِ
The face of kingship was blackened; now
It has met the gaze with a white face.
يَاO أَمِينَtrusted one اللهِof God يَاO مَنْone whose جُودُهُhis generosity
يَا أَمِينَ اللهِ يَا مَنْ جُودُهُ
إِنْif كَبَاstumbles دَهْرِيmy fate بِحَظِّيwith my fortune مُنْهِضِيmy uplifter
إِنْ كَبَا دَهْرِي بِحَظِّي مُنْهِضِي
O God's trusted one, O you whose bounty,
If my fate trips up my fortune, lifts me up.
غَلَبُthe force الْوَجْدِof longing وفِقْدَانُand loss الرِّضَاof favor
غَلَبُ الْوَجْدِ وفِقْدَانُ الرِّضَا
وكَّلاboth consigned جِسْمِيmy body بِهَمٍّto grief مُمْرِضِillness-causing
وكَّلا جِسْمِي بِهَمٍّ مُمْرِضِ
Overwhelming longing and the loss of favor
Have consigned my body to a grief that sickens.
كانَwas حَظِّيmy fortune بِكَthrough you نَحْوِيtoward me مُقْبِلاًapproaching
كانَ حَظِّي بِكَ نَحْوِي مُقْبِلاً
فَانْثَنَىthen turned away عَنْهُfrom it بِوَجْهٍwith a face مُعْرِضِaverted
فَانْثَنَى عَنْهُ بِوَجْهٍ مُعْرِضِ
My fortune, through you, was coming toward me,
Then turned from that course with an averted face.
أَقْرَضَlent الدَّهْرُTime شَبَابِيmy youth شَيْبَةًa gray hair
أَقْرَضَ الدَّهْرُ شَبَابِي شَيْبَةً
لَمْnot أَكُنْI was أَطْلُبُهاseeking it مِنْfrom مُقْرِضِa lender
لَمْ أَكُنْ أَطْلُبُها مِنْ مُقْرِضِ
Time lent my youth a touch of gray,
Which I had not sought from any lender.
لَيْسَthere is no لِلشُّهْبِfor the gray steeds إِذَاwhen مَاever جَارَتِthey race الthe
لَيْسَ لِلشُّهْبِ إِذَا مَا جَارَتِ ال
دُهْمَblack steeds فيin سَبْقِthe race الْهَوَىof passion مِنْany رائِضِtamer
دُهْمَ في سَبْقِ الْهَوَى مِنْ رائِضِ
The gray steeds have no one, when they race the
Black steeds in passion's race, to tame them.
أسفَتْgrieved نَفْسِيmy soul عَلَىover قُرْبِيmy closeness الَّذيwhich
أسفَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَى قُرْبِي الَّذي
كَانَhad been مِنْsince يَومِthe day احْتِفَالِيof my striving مُغْرِضِيmy aim
كَانَ مِنْ يَومِ احْتِفَالِي مُغْرِضِي
My soul grieved for my closeness, which
Had been my aim since the day of my striving.
لَكَyou have عَبْدٌa servant مَسَّهُafflicted him بَعْدَكُafter you مَاthat which
لَكَ عَبْدٌ مَسَّهُ بَعْدَكُ مَا
وَكَّلَconsigned الْجِسْمَthe body بِدَاءٍto an illness مُحْرِضِwasting
وَكَّلَ الْجِسْمَ بِدَاءٍ مُحْرِضِ
A servant of yours, since you left, has been struck by what
Consigned his body to a wasting illness.
قُضيَwas decreed الْبُعْدُseparation عَلَيْهِupon him كَارِهاًunwilling
قُضيَ الْبُعْدُ عَلَيْهِ كَارِهاً
لاَnot يَرُدُّreverse النَّاسُpeople أَمْراًa matter قَدْalready قُضِيwas decreed
لاَ يَرُدُّ النَّاسُ أَمْراً قَدْ قُضِي
Separation was decreed for him against his will;
People cannot reverse a matter already decreed.
كُلَّevery يَوْمٍday يَنْتَضِيunsheathes سَيْفَa sword أَذًىof harm
كُلَّ يَوْمٍ يَنْتَضِي سَيْفَ أَذًى
بِالتَّكَاذِيبِwith falsehoods عَلَيْكُمْagainst you مُنْتَضِيone who unsheathes
بِالتَّكَاذِيبِ عَلَيْكُمْ مُنْتَضِي
Each day a sword of harm is drawn,
With lies against you, by one who unsheathes it.
مَاnot يُبَالِيhe cares إِذْsince رَأَىhe has seen فِيكَin you المُنىhopes
مَا يُبَالِي إِذْ رَأَى فِيكَ المُنى
غَضِبَwas angry الدَّهْرُTime عَلَيْهِwith him أَمْor رَضِيwas pleased
غَضِبَ الدَّهْرُ عَلَيْهِ أَمْ رَضِي
He does not care, since he has seen his hopes in you,
Whether Time is angry with him or pleased.
Sol 6.1