ياO أَباAbu (father of) الفَضلِal-Fadl بِالنَجَفin Najaf
يا أَبا الفَضلِ بِالنَجَف
إِستَمِعlisten كُلَّall ماthat which أَصِفI describe
إِستَمِع كُلَّ ما أَصِف
O Abu al-Fadl in Najaf,
Listen to all that I describe:
لَكَyou have وَجهٌa face كَأَنَّهُas though it were الthe
لَكَ وَجهٌ كَأَنَّهُ ال
بَدرٌfull moon لَكِنbut إِذاwhen كُسِفit is eclipsed
بَدرٌ لَكِن إِذا كُسِف
You have a face like the
full moon—but when eclipsed;
وَقَوامٌand a figure كَأَنَّهُas though it were الغُصthe branch (first fragment)
وَقَوامٌ كَأَنَّهُ الغُص
نُfinal fragment of 'branch' لَكِنbut إِذاwhen قُصِفit is snapped
نُ لَكِن إِذا قُصِف
and a figure like a bran-
ch—but when snapped;
وَعِذارٌand cheek-hair كَأَنَّهُas though it were النَمthe ants (first fragment)
وَعِذارٌ كَأَنَّهُ النَم
لُfinal fragment of 'ants' لَكِنbut إِذاwhen نُتِفit is plucked
لُ لَكِن إِذا نُتِف
and cheek-hair like ant-
s—but when plucked;
وَبَنانٌand fingers كَأَنَّهُas though it were البَحthe sea (first fragment)
وَبَنانٌ كَأَنَّهُ البَح
رُfinal fragment of 'sea' لَكِنbut إِذاwhen نَشِفit dries up
رُ لَكِن إِذا نَشِف
and fingers like the se-
a—but when dried up;
وَأَبٌand a father أَكذَبُthe greatest liar الأَناhumankind (first fragment)
وَأَبٌ أَكذَبُ الأَنا
مِfinal fragment of 'humankind' لَكِنbut إِذاwhen حَلَفhe swears
مِ لَكِن إِذا حَلَف
and a father, the greatest liar among human-
kind—but when he swears;
كَمhow many جَوادٍa steed وَهَبتُهُI gave it away حيwhen (first fragment)
كَم جَوادٍ وَهَبتُهُ حي
نَfinal fragment of 'when' أَودىit perished بِلاwithout عَلَفfodder
نَ أَودى بِلا عَلَف
How many a steed I gave away wh-
en it perished without fodder;
وَقِباءٍand a robe خَلَعتُهُI took it off
وَقِباءٍ خَلَعتُهُ
وَهوَand it is خاراkhārā, a silk fabric بِلاwithout أَلِفan alif (Arabic letter)
وَهوَ خارا بِلا أَلِف
and a robe I cast off,
and it was khārā silk, minus an alif—dung!
إِنَّindeed مَنwhoever يَرتَجيhopes for خَروفَكَyour sheep
إِنَّ مَن يَرتَجي خَروفَكَ
بِالشِعرِthrough poetry قَدindeed خَرِفhe has lost his wits
بِالشِعرِ قَد خَرِف
Indeed, whoever hopes for your sheep
through poetry has surely lost his wits.
Sol 6.1