ياO عَينُeye جوديpour forth generously بِدَمعٍwith tears هاجَهُstirred them الذِكَرُmemories
يا عَينُ جودي بِدَمعٍ هاجَهُ الذِكَرُ
فَماfor there is no لِدَمعِكَfor your tears بَعدَafter اليَومِtoday مُدَّخَرُreserve
فَما لِدَمعِكَ بَعدَ اليَومِ مُدَّخَرُ
O eye, pour forth tears stirred by memories;
O eye, shed copious tears in memory
For none of your tears should be saved for a later day.
Of times gone by, when tears could comfort me
إِنَّindeed الخَليفَةَthe caliph قَدalready وارىconcealed شَمائِلَهُhis virtues
إِنَّ الخَليفَةَ قَد وارى شَمائِلَهُ
غَبراءُa dust-grey grave مَلحودَةٌdug with a burial niche فيin جولِهاits side زَوَرُa bend
غَبراءُ مَلحودَةٌ في جولِها زَوَرُ
Indeed, the caliph's virtues have been hidden away
Alas the Caliph now lies in his grave
By a dust-grey grave, with a burial niche and a bend in its side.
A dusky tomb his noble form doth hide
أَمسىbecame بَنوهاhis sons وَقَدwhile indeed جَلَّتgrew grievous مُصيبَتُهُمtheir calamity
أَمسى بَنوها وَقَد جَلَّت مُصيبَتُهُم
مِثلَlike النُجومِthe stars هَوىfell مِنfrom بَينِهاtheir midst القَمَرُthe moon
مِثلَ النُجومِ هَوى مِن بَينِها القَمَرُ
His sons, their calamity grown grievous, have become
And orphans weep as stars fade from the skies
Like stars from whose midst the moon has fallen.
When darkness veils the moon’s radiant light
كانواthey were شُهوداًpresent فَلَمyet did not يَدفَعward off مَنِيَّتَهُhis death
كانوا شُهوداً فَلَم يَدفَع مَنِيَّتَهُ
عَبدُservant of العَزيزِthe Mighty وَلاnor رَوحٌRawh وَلاnor عُمَرُUmar
عَبدُ العَزيزِ وَلا رَوحٌ وَلا عُمَرُ
They were present, yet none warded off his death:
Our heroes strived to thwart cruel fate’s decree
Neither Abd al-Aziz, nor Rawh, nor Umar,
Yet life nor wealth could Abdul Aziz save
وَخالِدٌand Khalid لَوif أَرادَdesired الدَهرُTime فِديَتَهُhis ransom
وَخالِدٌ لَو أَرادَ الدَهرُ فِديَتَهُ
أَغلَواthey bid high مُخاطَرَةًin a wager لَوif يُقبَلُis accepted الخَطَرُthe stake
أَغلَوا مُخاطَرَةً لَو يُقبَلُ الخَطَرُ
Nor Khalid. Had Time desired his ransom,
And Khalid, had he ransomed his own life
They would have laid a costly wager, if the stake could be accepted.
Would have risked all, if sacrifice could save
قَدindeed شَفَّنيwasted me رَوعَةُthe alarm of العَبّاسِal-Abbas مِنfrom فَزَعٍfear
قَد شَفَّني رَوعَةُ العَبّاسِ مِن فَزَعٍ
لَمّاwhen أَتاهُcame to him بِدَيرِat the monastery of القَسطَلِal-Qastal الخَبَرُthe news
لَمّا أَتاهُ بِدَيرِ القَسطَلِ الخَبَرُ
Indeed, al-Abbas's alarm left me wasted with fear
When news reached Abbas, dread and horror shook me
When the news reached him at the monastery of al-Qastal.
At the cloister of Castile, my heart was sore
Sol 6.1