بَكَتْكwept for you عُيُونُeyes المَحْمَدَاتِthe virtues وَإِنَّهاand indeed they
بَكَتْك عُيُونُ المَحْمَدَاتِ وَإِنَّها
لَتعْرِفُsurely know مَنْwhom تبْكِيthey mourn إِذَاwhen جَهِلَdid not know الناسُthe people
لَتعْرِفُ مَنْ تبْكِي إِذَا جَهِلَ الناسُ
The eyes of virtues wept for you, and indeed they
Know whom they mourn when people do not.
أَبَعْدَكَafter you? فِيamong شُمِّthe noble الرِّجَالِthe men سَمَاحَةٌgenerosity
أَبَعْدَكَ فِي شُمِّ الرِّجَالِ سَمَاحَةٌ
وَفِيand among السَّرَوَاتِthe nobles الصيدِthe proud لطْفٌgentleness وَإِيناسُand friendly warmth
وَفِي السَّرَوَاتِ الصيدِ لطْفٌ وَإِيناسُ
After you, is there generosity among the noblest men,
And gentleness and friendly warmth among the proud nobles?
وَفَاءٌloyalty تقاضانِيdemanded of me رِثَاءَكan elegy for you إِنمَاyet
وَفَاءٌ تقاضانِي رِثَاءَك إِنمَا
وَهْيَweakened دُونَهُshort of it قلْبِيmy heart وَقَدْand already صُدِعَwas split الرَّأسُthe head
وَهْيَ دُونَهُ قلْبِي وَقَدْ صُدِعَ الرَّأسُ
Loyalty demanded of me an elegy for you; yet
My heart was too weak for it, and my head was already splitting.
إِذاwhen اشْتدَّgrew intense كَرْبٌanguish بِالْحَزِينِupon the grieving one فنَثْرُهُthen his prose
إِذا اشْتدَّ كَرْبٌ بِالْحَزِينِ فنَثْرُهُ
دُمُوعٌtears وَتَقْطِيعُand the scansion of الأعَارِيضِthe poetic meters أَنْفَاسُbreaths
دُمُوعٌ وَتَقْطِيعُ الأعَارِيضِ أَنْفَاسُ
When anguish grows intense for one who grieves, then his prose
Is tears, and his verse is measured out in breaths.
عَليْكَupon you سَلاَمُpeace of اللهِGod إِنَّكindeed you are مُنْطوٍfolded away
عَليْكَ سَلاَمُ اللهِ إِنَّك مُنْطوٍ
وَفَضْلُكَand your excellence مِمَّاof that which ليْسَdoes not تَطْوِيهِfold it away أَرْمَاسُgraves
وَفَضْلُكَ مِمَّا ليْسَ تَطْوِيهِ أَرْمَاسُ
God's peace be upon you; you are indeed folded away,
Yet your excellence is something graves cannot fold away.
Sol 6.1