النِّاسُpeople لِلْمَوتِto death كَخَيْلِlike horses of الطِّرَادْthe chase
النِّاسُ لِلْمَوتِ كَخَيْلِ الطِّرَادْ
فَالسَّابِقُso the foremost السَّابِقُthe foremost مِنهاamong them الجَوادْthe noble steed
فَالسَّابِقُ السَّابِقُ مِنها الجَوادْ
People race toward death like coursing steeds;
So the foremost—the foremost among them—is the noble steed.
وَاللَّهand God لاnot يَدْعوcalls إلىto دارِهِHis abode
وَاللَّه لا يَدْعو إلى دارِهِ
إلاَّexcept مَنِthose whom اسْتَصْلَحَHe deems worthy مِنamong ذِيthese العِبادْthe servants
إلاَّ مَنِ اسْتَصْلَحَ مِن ذِي العِبادْ
And God calls to His abode
Only those among these servants whom He deems worthy.
وَالمَوْتُand Death نَقَّاٌدan assayer عَلىupon كَفِّهِhis palm
وَالمَوْتُ نَقَّاٌد عَلى كَفِّهِ
جَواهِرٌjewels يَخْتارُhe chooses مِنْهاfrom them الجِيادْthe finest
جَواهِرٌ يَخْتارُ مِنْها الجِيادْ
And Death is an assayer; upon his palm
Are jewels from which he chooses the finest.
وَالمَرْءُand a person كَالظِّلِّlike a shadow وَلاand no بُدَّescape أنْthat
وَالمَرْءُ كَالظِّلِّ وَلا بُدَّ أنْ
يَزولَvanishes ذاكَthat الظِّلُّshadow بَعْدَafter امْتِدادْlengthening
يَزولَ ذاكَ الظِّلُّ بَعْدَ امْتِدادْ
And man is like a shadow; inevitably
That shadow vanishes after stretching long.
لاnot تَصْلُحُbecome sound الأرْواحُsouls إلاَّexcept إِذْاwhen
لا تَصْلُحُ الأرْواحُ إلاَّ إِذْا
سَرىcreeps إلىinto الأجْسادِbodies هذاthis الفَسادdecay
سَرى إلى الأجْسادِ هذا الفَساد
Souls become sound only when
This decay creeps into the bodies.
أَرْغَمْتَyou rubbed in the dust ياO مَوْتُDeath أُنوفَthe noses of القَناthe spears
أَرْغَمْتَ يا مَوْتُ أُنوفَ القَنا
وَدُسْتَand you trampled أَعْناقَthe necks of السُّيوفِthe swords الحِدادْsharp-edged
وَدُسْتَ أَعْناقَ السُّيوفِ الحِدادْ
You rubbed the spears' noses in the dust, O Death,
And trampled the necks of sharp-edged swords.
كَيْفَhow تَخَرَّمْتَyou snatched away عَلِيّاًAli وَماand not
كَيْفَ تَخَرَّمْتَ عَلِيّاً وَما
أَنْجَدَهُcame to his aid كُلُّevery طَويلِlong النِّجادْsword-belt
أَنْجَدَهُ كُلُّ طَويلِ النِّجادْ
How did you snatch Ali away, with none
Of the long-sword-belted warriors coming to his aid—
نَجْلَson of أَميرِthe Commander of المُؤْمِنينَthe Faithful الّذيwho
نَجْلَ أَميرِ المُؤْمِنينَ الّذي
مِنfrom خَوْفِهِfear of him يُرْعَدُis made to tremble قَلْبُthe heart of الجَمادْlifeless matter
مِن خَوْفِهِ يُرْعَدُ قَلْبُ الجَمادْ
The son of the Commander of the Faithful, whose
Dread makes the heart of lifeless matter tremble?
مُصيبَةٌa calamity إِذْكَتْkindled قُلوبَthe hearts of الوَرىmankind
مُصيبَةٌ إِذْكَتْ قُلوبَ الوَرى
كَأَنَّماas though فِيin كُلِّevery قَلْبٍheart زِنادْfire-strikers
كَأَنَّما فِي كُلِّ قَلْبٍ زِنادْ
A calamity that set mankind's hearts ablaze,
As though every heart held fire-strikers.
نازِلةٌa disaster جَلَّتْwas grievous فَمِنْso for أَجْلِهاits sake
نازِلةٌ جَلَّتْ فَمِنْ أَجْلِها
سَنَّinstituted بَنوthe sons of الْعَبَّاسِal-Abbas لُبْسَthe wearing of السَّوادblack
سَنَّ بَنو الْعَبَّاسِ لُبْسَ السَّواد
A disaster so grievous that, because of it,
The sons of al-Abbas instituted the wearing of black.
مَأْتَمُهُhis funeral gathering فِيon الأرْضِearth لكنْbut لَهُfor him
مَأْتَمُهُ فِي الأرْضِ لكنْ لَهُ
عُرْسٌa wedding عَلىupon السَّبْعِthe seven الطِّباقِtiered الشِّدادْfirm
عُرْسٌ عَلى السَّبْعِ الطِّباقِ الشِّدادْ
His funeral is on earth, but for him
There is a wedding in the seven firm, tiered heavens.
فَالخَودُso the maiden فِيin المَسْحِsackcloth لَهاshe has رَنَّةٌa wail
فَالخَودُ فِي المَسْحِ لَها رَنَّةٌ
وَالحُورُand the houris تُجْلىare unveiled فِيin المُرُوطِmantles الجِسادْsaffron-dyed
وَالحُورُ تُجْلى فِي المُرُوطِ الجِسادْ
So the maiden in sackcloth raises a lament,
And the houris are unveiled in saffron-dyed mantles.
طَرَقْتَyou came by night to ياO مَوْتُDeath كَريماًa generous man فَلَمْso he did not
طَرَقْتَ يا مَوْتُ كَريماً فَلَمْ
يَقْنَعْbe content بِغَيْرِwith other than النَّفْسِthe soul للضَّيْفِfor the guest زادْfare
يَقْنَعْ بِغَيْرِ النَّفْسِ للضَّيْفِ زادْ
You called by night, O Death, on a generous man, who would not
Be content with anything but his soul as fare for his guest.
قَصَفْتَهُyou snapped him off مِنfrom سِدْرَةِthe Lote Tree of المُنْتَهىthe Utmost Boundary
قَصَفْتَهُ مِن سِدْرَةِ المُنْتَهى
غُصْناًa branch فَشُلَّتْso may it be paralyzed يَدُthe hand of أَهْلِthe people of الفَسادْcorruption
غُصْناً فَشُلَّتْ يَدُ أَهْلِ الفَسادْ
You snapped him from the Lote Tree of the Utmost Boundary,
A branch—may the hand of the corrupt be paralyzed!
ياO ثالِثَthird beside السِّبْطَيْنِthe two grandsons خَلَّفْتَنيyou left me
يا ثالِثَ السِّبْطَيْنِ خَلَّفْتَني
أهِيمُI wander distraught مِنfrom هَمِّيَmy anguish فِيin كُلِّevery وادْvalley
أهِيمُ مِن هَمِّيَ فِي كُلِّ وادْ
O third beside the two grandsons, you have left me
Wandering in my anguish through every valley.
ياO نائِماًsleeper فِيin غَمَراتِthe engulfing depths of الرَّدىdeath
يا نائِماً فِي غَمَراتِ الرَّدى
كَحَلَتَyou lined with kohl أَجْفانيmy eyelids بِميلِwith the kohl-stick of السُّهادْsleeplessness
كَحَلَتَ أَجْفاني بِميلِ السُّهادْ
O sleeper in the engulfing depths of death,
You lined my eyelids with the kohl-stick of sleeplessness.
وَياضَجيعَand O bedfellow of التُّرْبِthe dust أَقْلَقْتَنيyou made me restless
وَياضَجيعَ التُّرْبِ أَقْلَقْتَني
كَأَنَّماas though فَرْشِيَmy bedding شَوكُthe thorns of القَتادْthe tragacanth bush
كَأَنَّما فَرْشِيَ شَوكُ القَتادْ
And O bedfellow of the dust, you have made me restless,
As though my bedding were the thorns of the tragacanth bush.
دُفِنْتَyou were buried فِيin التُّرْبِthe dust وَلَوand if أَنْصَفُواthey had been just
دُفِنْتَ فِي التُّرْبِ وَلَو أَنْصَفُوا
ماnot كُنْتَyou would have been إلاَّexcept فِيin ضَميرِthe innermost depths of الفُؤادْthe heart
ما كُنْتَ إلاَّ فِي ضَميرِ الفُؤادْ
You were buried in the dust; had they been just,
You would have rested only in the heart's innermost depths.
لَوْif لَمْnot تَكُنْyou had been أَسْخَنْتَyou scorched عَيْنِيْmy eye سَقَتْwould have watered
لَوْ لَمْ تَكُنْ أَسْخَنْتَ عَيْنِيْ سَقَتْ
مَثْواكَyour resting place عَيْنَايَmy two eyes كَصَوْبِlike the downpour of العِهادْreturning rains
مَثْواكَ عَيْنَايَ كَصَوْبِ العِهادْ
Had you not scorched my eye, my eyes would have watered
Your resting place like the downpour of returning rains.
خَليفَةَO Caliph of اللَّهGod اصْطَبِرْbe steadfast وَاحْتَسِبْand seek God's reward
خَليفَةَ اللَّه اصْطَبِرْ وَاحْتَسِبْ
فَماfor not وَهىhas weakened البَيْتُthe house وَأنتَwhile you are الْعِمادْthe pillar
فَما وَهى البَيْتُ وَأنتَ الْعِمادْ
Caliph of God, be steadfast and seek His reward;
For the house has not weakened while you are its pillar.
فِيin الْعِلْمِknowledge وَالحِلْمand forbearance بِكُمْyou as models يُقْتَدىare followed
فِي الْعِلْمِ وَالحِلْم بِكُمْ يُقْتَدى
إِذْاwhen دَجَاgrows dark الْخَطْبُcalamity وَضَلَّand is lost الرَّشادْright guidance
إِذْا دَجَا الْخَطْبُ وَضَلَّ الرَّشادْ
In knowledge and forbearance, your example is followed
When calamity grows dark and right guidance is lost.
أنْتَyou سَماءٌa sky طَلَعَتْhave risen زُهْرُهاits bright stars
أنْتَ سَماءٌ طَلَعَتْ زُهْرُها
لاnot يُنْقِصُdiminishes الآفِلُthe setting one مِنْهاamong them عِدادْthe number
لا يُنْقِصُ الآفِلُ مِنْها عِدادْ
You are a sky whose bright stars have risen;
No star setting among them lessens their number.
وَأنتَand you لُجُّthe depth of الْبَحْرِthe sea ماnot ضَرَّهُhas harmed it
وَأنتَ لُجُّ الْبَحْرِ ما ضَرَّهُ
أَنْthat سالَflowed مِنfrom بَعْضِsome of نَواحِيهِits reaches وَادْa stream
أَنْ سالَ مِن بَعْضِ نَواحِيهِ وَادْ
And you are the sea's vast deep, unharmed
By a stream flowing from one of its reaches.
حُبُّكَlove for you فَرْضٌa duty فِيin قُلوبِthe hearts of الْوَرىmankind
حُبُّكَ فَرْضٌ فِي قُلوبِ الْوَرى
وابْنُand a son of الولاloyalty يُعْدَلُis reckoned equal بِابْنِto a son of الْوِلادْbirth
وابْنُ الولا يُعْدَلُ بِابْنِ الْوِلادْ
Love for you is a duty in mankind's hearts,
And a son through loyalty equals a son through birth.
ياO نُوحُNoah رِثْinherit أعمارَناour lifespans وَاحْتَكِمْand command at will
يا نُوحُ رِثْ أعمارَنا وَاحْتَكِمْ
مَلَّكَكَhas made you master of اللَّهGod رِقابَthe necks of الْعِبادْthe servants
مَلَّكَكَ اللَّه رِقابَ الْعِبادْ
O Noah, inherit our lifespans and command at will;
God has made you master of His servants' necks.
Sol 6.1