مَنْwho لِعَيْنٍfor an eye إِنْسَانُهَاits pupil لاnot يَنَامُsleeps
مَنْ لِعَيْنٍ إِنْسَانُهَا لا يَنَامُ
وَفُؤَادٍand a heart قَضَىbrought ruin عَلَيْهِupon it الْغَرَامُpassionate love
وَفُؤَادٍ قَضَى عَلَيْهِ الْغَرَامُ
Who will help an eye whose pupil does not sleep,
and a heart that passion has destroyed?
أَقْطَعُI pass اللَّيْلَthe night بَيْنَbetween حُزْنٍsorrow وَدَمْعٍand tears
أَقْطَعُ اللَّيْلَ بَيْنَ حُزْنٍ وَدَمْعٍ
وَسُهَادٍand sleeplessness وَالنَّاسُwhile people عَنِّيaway from me نِيَامُasleep
وَسُهَادٍ وَالنَّاسُ عَنِّي نِيَامُ
I pass the night amid sorrow and tears,
and sleeplessness, while others sleep, heedless of me.
لاno صَدِيقٌfriend يَرْثِيtakes pity لِمَاfor what بِتُّI spent the night أَلْقَاI endure
لا صَدِيقٌ يَرْثِي لِمَا بِتُّ أَلْقَا
هُit وَلاand no مُسْعِدٌcomforter فَأَيْنَso where الْكِرَامُthe noble
هُ وَلا مُسْعِدٌ فَأَيْنَ الْكِرَامُ
No friend pities what I spent the night enduring,
nor any comforter—where, then, are the noble?
لَمْdid not تَدَعْleave لَوْعَةُburning anguish الصَّبَابَةِardent longing مِنِّيof me
لَمْ تَدَعْ لَوْعَةُ الصَّبَابَةِ مِنِّي
غَيْرَexcept نَفْسٍa soul غِذَاؤُهَاits nourishment الآلامُpains
غَيْرَ نَفْسٍ غِذَاؤُهَا الآلامُ
The searing ache of longing has left nothing of me
but a soul whose nourishment is pain.
رَقَّgrew tender طَبْعُthe nature النَّسِيمِthe breeze رِفْقاًout of kindness بِحَالِيfor my plight
رَقَّ طَبْعُ النَّسِيمِ رِفْقاً بِحَالِي
وَبَكَىand wept رَحْمَةًin pity عَلَيَّfor me الْحَمَامُthe doves
وَبَكَى رَحْمَةً عَلَيَّ الْحَمَامُ
The breeze grew tender in compassion for my plight,
and the doves wept in pity for me.
وَبِنَفْسِيand with my life لَوْif كُنْتُI were أَمْلِكُI possess نَفْسِيmy life
وَبِنَفْسِي لَوْ كُنْتُ أَمْلِكُ نَفْسِي
قَمَرٌa moon نُورُهُhis light عَلَيَّto me ظَلامُdarkness
قَمَرٌ نُورُهُ عَلَيَّ ظَلامُ
And I would ransom with my life—if I possessed my life—
a moon whose light is darkness to me.
تَسْتَطِيبُfind sweet الْقُلُوبُthe hearts فِيهِin him الرَّزَايَاcalamities
تَسْتَطِيبُ الْقُلُوبُ فِيهِ الرَّزَايَا
وَتَلَذُّand relish الضَّنَىwasting sickness بِهِbecause of him الأَجْسَامُthe bodies
وَتَلَذُّ الضَّنَى بِهِ الأَجْسَامُ
In him, hearts find calamities sweet,
and bodies relish wasting sickness because of him.
صَنَمٌan idol حَامَتِhovered الْقُلُوبُthe hearts عَلَيْهِaround him
صَنَمٌ حَامَتِ الْقُلُوبُ عَلَيْهِ
فَانْظُرُواso behold كَيْفَhow تُعْبَدُare worshipped الأَصْنَامُthe idols
فَانْظُرُوا كَيْفَ تُعْبَدُ الأَصْنَامُ
An idol around whom hearts hover—
so behold how idols are worshipped!
غَيَّرَتْهُchanged him الْوُشَاةُthe slanderers فَازْوَرَّso he turned away عَنِّيfrom me
غَيَّرَتْهُ الْوُشَاةُ فَازْوَرَّ عَنِّي
وَهْوَand he مِنِّيaway from me بِنَجْوَةٍon a height لاnot تُرَامُcan be reached
وَهْوَ مِنِّي بِنَجْوَةٍ لا تُرَامُ
Slanderers changed him, and he turned away from me,
and he is far from me, on an unreachable height.
زَعَمُونِيthey claimed of me أَتَيْتُI committed ذَنْبَاًa sin وَمَاbut no لِيfor me
زَعَمُونِي أَتَيْتُ ذَنْبَاً وَمَا لِي
يَعْلَمُknows اللَّهُGod فِيin هَوَاهُlove for him أَثَامُguilt
يَعْلَمُ اللَّهُ فِي هَوَاهُ أَثَامُ
They claimed I had committed a sin, yet I bear—
God knows—no guilt in loving him.
سَوْفَwill يَلْقَىface كُلُّevery امْرِئٍperson مَاwhat جَنَاهُhe has done it
سَوْفَ يَلْقَى كُلُّ امْرِئٍ مَا جَنَاهُ
وَإِلَىand to اللَّهِGod تُرْجَعُare returned الأَحْكَامُthe judgments
وَإِلَى اللَّهِ تُرْجَعُ الأَحْكَامُ
Every person will face what he has done,
and to God judgments are returned.
يَاO نَدِيمَيَّmy two boon companions عَلِّلانِيconsole me, you two فَلَنْfor ... shall not تَهْperish (first part)
يَا نَدِيمَيَّ عَلِّلانِي فَلَنْ تَهْ
لِكَperish (completion) نَفْسٌa soul قَدْalready عَلَّلَتْهَاconsoled it النِّدَامُthe boon companions
لِكَ نَفْسٌ قَدْ عَلَّلَتْهَا النِّدَامُ
O my two boon companions, console me, for never shall perish
a soul that boon companions have consoled.
رُبَّmany a قَوْلٍword يَرُدُّallays لَهْفَةَanguish قَلْبٍof a heart
رُبَّ قَوْلٍ يَرُدُّ لَهْفَةَ قَلْبٍ
وَكَلامٍand speech تَجِفُّdry up مِنْهُfrom it الْكِلامُthe wounds
وَكَلامٍ تَجِفُّ مِنْهُ الْكِلامُ
Many a word allays a heart's anguish,
and many an utterance dries wounds.
وَمِنَand among النَّاسِpeople مَنْone who تَرَاهُyou see him سَلِيمَاًsound
وَمِنَ النَّاسِ مَنْ تَرَاهُ سَلِيمَاً
وَهْوَyet he دَاءٌa disease تَدْوَىfall ill بِهِfrom it الأَفْهَامُminds
وَهْوَ دَاءٌ تَدْوَى بِهِ الأَفْهَامُ
And among people is one you deem sound,
yet he is a disease that sickens minds.
قَدْindeed لَعَمْرِيby my life بَلَوْتُI tested دَهْرِيmy age فَمَاyet not أَحْـI found praiseworthy (first part)
قَدْ لَعَمْرِي بَلَوْتُ دَهْرِي فَمَا أَحْـ
ـمَدْتُI found praiseworthy (completion) مِنْهُof it مَاwhat تَحْمَدُpraise الأَقْوَامُthe peoples
ـمَدْتُ مِنْهُ مَا تَحْمَدُ الأَقْوَامُ
Indeed, by my life, I have tested my age, yet have not
admired in it what other people praise.
صَلَفٌempty boasting لاnot يَبُلُّmoistens غُلَّةَburning thirst صَادٍof a thirsty one
صَلَفٌ لا يَبُلُّ غُلَّةَ صَادٍ
وَمَرَاعٍand pastures هَشِيمُهَاtheir dry stubble لاnot يُشَامُis looked at
وَمَرَاعٍ هَشِيمُهَا لا يُشَامُ
Empty boasting that does not quench a thirsty one's thirst,
and pastures whose dry stubble no one looks at.
أَطْلُبُI seek الصِّدْقَsincerity فِيin الْوِدَادِaffection وَأَنَّىbut how
أَطْلُبُ الصِّدْقَ فِي الْوِدَادِ وَأَنَّى
يَصْدُقُis true الْوُدُّaffection وَالْعُهُودُwhile pledges رِمَامُdecayed bones
يَصْدُقُ الْوُدُّ وَالْعُهُودُ رِمَامُ
I seek sincerity in affection—but how
can affection be true when pledges are decayed bones?
كُلَّمَاwhenever قُلْتُI said قَدْindeed أَصَبْتُI found خَلِيلاًa close friend
كُلَّمَا قُلْتُ قَدْ أَصَبْتُ خَلِيلاً
أَضْحَكَتْنِيmade me laugh مِنْbecause of غَدْرِهِhis treachery الأَيَّامُthe days
أَضْحَكَتْنِي مِنْ غَدْرِهِ الأَيَّامُ
Whenever I said, 'I have found a close friend,'
the days made me laugh at his treachery.
فَتَفَرَّدْso stand alone تَعِشْyou will live بِنَفْسِكَby yourself حُرّاًfree
فَتَفَرَّدْ تَعِشْ بِنَفْسِكَ حُرّاً
رُبَّmany a فَرْدٍlone man يَخْشَاهُfears him جَيْشٌan army لُهَامُvast
رُبَّ فَرْدٍ يَخْشَاهُ جَيْشٌ لُهَامُ
So stand alone; you will live free on your own.
Many a lone man is feared by a vast army.
وَاحْذَرِand beware الضَّيْمَoppression أَنْlest يَمَسَّكَit touch you فَالضَّيْـfor oppression (first part)
وَاحْذَرِ الضَّيْمَ أَنْ يَمَسَّكَ فَالضَّيْـ
ـمُoppression (completion) حِمَامٌa death يَفِرُّflees مِنْهُfrom it الْحِمَامُDeath
ـمُ حِمَامٌ يَفِرُّ مِنْهُ الْحِمَامُ
And beware lest oppression touch you, for
oppression is a death from which Death itself flees.
ضَلَّwent astray قَوْمٌsome people تَوَهَّمُواthey imagined الصَّبْرَpatience حِلْمَاًforbearance
ضَلَّ قَوْمٌ تَوَهَّمُوا الصَّبْرَ حِلْمَاً
وَهْوَyet it إِلَّاexcept لَدَىduring الْكَرِيهَةِbattle ذَامُdisgrace
وَهْوَ إِلَّا لَدَى الْكَرِيهَةِ ذَامُ
Some people went astray, mistaking patience for forbearance,
though, except in battle, it is a disgrace.
يَحْسَبُونَthey think الْحَيَاةَlife فِيin الذُّلِّhumiliation عَيْشاًliving
يَحْسَبُونَ الْحَيَاةَ فِي الذُّلِّ عَيْشاً
وَهْوَyet it مَوْتٌa death يَعِيشُlive فِيهِin it اللِّئَامُthe ignoble
وَهْوَ مَوْتٌ يَعِيشُ فِيهِ اللِّئَامُ
They think life in humiliation is living,
yet it is a death in which the ignoble live.
Sol 6.1