الشعرpoetry ماwhat قالهhe said it الكرخيّal-Karkhi عبودAbboud
الشعر ما قاله الكرخيّ عبود
ففيهfor in it للأدبfor literature الشعبيfolk تجديدrenewal
ففيه للأدب الشعبي تجديد
Poetry is what Abboud al-Karkhi has uttered;
The poetry of what Al-Karkhiyy Aboud said
for it renews folk literature.
In it, there is a renewal for folk literature
شعرpoetry يفيضpours forth منfrom القلبthe heart المشعradiant لهfor it
شعر يفيض من القلب المشع له
علىonto اللسانthe tongue فماso there is no انemphatic particle فيهin it تعقيدcomplexity
على اللسان فما ان فيه تعقيد
Poetry flows from the heart that glows for it
Poetry overflowing from an enlightened heart
onto the tongue, with no complexity at all.
On the tongue, so there is no complexity in it
كالدرlike pearls يزدادincreases حسناin beauty فيin تألقهits brilliance
كالدر يزداد حسنا في تألقه
اذاwhen تحلتare adorned بهwith it اللباتthe throat hollows والجيدand the neck
اذا تحلت به اللبات والجيد
Like pearls, it grows more beautiful in its brilliance
Like a pearl increasing in beauty in its brilliance
when throats and necks are adorned with it.
When it is adorned with outfits and excellence
علىfor ابتكارthe originality of معانيهhis meanings لهfor him حسدواthey envied
على ابتكار معانيه له حسدوا
وكلand every مبتكرinnovator فيin الشعرpoetry محسودenvied
وكل مبتكر في الشعر محسود
They envied him the originality of his meanings,
They envied his innovation of meanings
and every innovator in poetry is envied.
And every innovator in poetry is envied
لاnot يستويare equal الناسpeople فيin اتقانmastering صنعتهمtheir craft
لا يستوي الناس في اتقان صنعتهم
والقولand speech كالفعلlike action مذمومblameworthy ومحمودand praiseworthy
والقول كالفعل مذموم ومحمود
People are not equal in mastering their craft,
People are not equal in mastering their craft
and speech, like action, may be blamed or praised.
And words, like deeds, are blameworthy and praiseworthy
ماthere is no فيin الذيthe one who لمdid not يلنsoften للشعرto poetry منany صممdeafness
ما في الذي لم يلن للشعر من صمم
وانماbut rather عندهin him الاحساسfeeling مفقودabsent
وانما عنده الاحساس مفقود
He who does not soften to poetry is not deaf;
What deafness to poetry in one who has no resolve
rather, it is feeling that he lacks.
And only feeling in him is lost
الشعرpoetry ليسis not بمبقleaving فيهin him منany اثرtrace
الشعر ليس بمبق فيه من اثر
كأنماas though قلبهhis heart فيin الصدرthe chest جلمودa boulder
كأنما قلبه في الصدر جلمود
Poetry leaves no trace in him,
Poetry is not lasting in it from impact
as though his heart within his chest were solid rock.
As if his heart in the chest is rigidity
ياoh حبذاhow lovely البلبلthe nightingale الشاديsinging بروضتهin its garden
يا حبذا البلبل الشادي بروضته
وحبذاand how lovely منهfrom it هايتكthose الاغاريدthe songs
وحبذا منه هايتك الاغاريد
How lovely the nightingale singing in its garden,
Oh the happiness of the singing nightingale in its meadow
and how lovely those songs of its!
And the happiness of its passionate singing
عبّودAbboud انif عدتare counted الافذاذthe exceptional men فيin بلدa land
عبّود ان عدت الافذاذ في بلد
فانتthen you فيamong اولthe foremost of الافذاذthe exceptional men معدودcounted
فانت في اول الافذاذ معدود
Abboud, if a land's exceptional men are counted,
Aboud if you have returned to excellence in the country
you are numbered among the foremost of them.
You are at the forefront of excellence counted
خلدتyou immortalized شعركyour poetry اذwhen جددتyou renewed كسوتهits garb
خلدت شعرك اذ جددت كسوته
منof البيانeloquence وفيand in التجدبدrenewal تخليدimmortalization
من البيان وفي التجدبد تخليد
You immortalized your poetry when you renewed its garb
You immortalized your poetry by renewing its attire
of eloquence; in renewal lies immortality.
With rhetoric and in renewal there is eternity
فتحتyou opened للشعرfor poetry ابواباdoors ولاand no عجبwonder
فتحت للشعر ابوابا ولا عجب
ففيfor in يمينكyour right hand للشعرfor poetry المقاليدthe keys
ففي يمينك للشعر المقاليد
You opened doors for poetry—no wonder,
You opened doors for poetry and no wonder
for in your right hand are poetry's keys.
For in your right hand are the keys to poetry
اذاwhen عتبتyou reproach فنيرانthen fires مؤججةblazing
اذا عتبت فنيران مؤججة
وانand if شدوتyou sing فاغرودthen a song واغرودand a song
وان شدوت فاغرود واغرود
When you reproach, there are blazing fires;
If you blame then blazing fires
and when you sing, it is song upon song.
And if you sing then I chirp and chirp
لاdo not تجزعنever despair اذاwhen ماemphatic particle نكبةa calamity حزبتstrikes
لا تجزعن اذا ما نكبة حزبت
فانماfor only الدهرtime ارخاءloosening وتشديدand tightening
فانما الدهر ارخاء وتشديد
Do not despair when calamity strikes,
Do not despair if misfortune has grieved you
for time is but loosening and tightening.
For time is only easing and tightening
وربماand sometimes باتspent the night يذويwithering العودthe branch منfrom ظمأthirst
وربما بات يذوي العود من ظمأ
بهin it وبعدand after قليلa little while اورقput forth leaves العودthe branch
به وبعد قليل اورق العود
And sometimes a branch withers through the night from thirst,
And maybe the stick would melt from thirst
yet soon afterward the branch puts forth leaves.
With it, and shortly after the stick grew leaves
افرحrejoice بدنياكin your life ماas long as آنستyou find طيبتهاits sweetness
افرح بدنياك ما آنست طيبتها
فماfor not لياليكyour nights فيهاin it كلهاall of them سودblack
فما لياليك فيها كلها سود
Rejoice in your life so long as you find it sweet,
Rejoice in your world for as long as you sensed its goodness
for not all your nights in it are black.
For your nights in it are not all black
انindeed الزمانtime عجوزaged منfrom تقادمهits great age
ان الزمان عجوز من تقادمه
وماyet no علىon وجههits face البسامever-smiling تجعيدwrinkle
وما على وجهه البسام تجعيد
Time is old, so long has it endured,
Time is old from its antiquity
yet no wrinkle marks its ever-smiling face.
And on its face there are no signs of aging
Sol 6.1