نَعَاءِproclaim the death عَلَيْهِfor him أَيُّهَاO الثَّقَلانِhumankind and jinn
نَعَاءِ عَلَيْهِ أَيُّهَا الثَّقَلانِ
فَقَدْfor indeed أَقْصَدَتْهُhave struck him dead أَسْهُمُarrows الْحَدَثَانِfate
فَقَدْ أَقْصَدَتْهُ أَسْهُمُ الْحَدَثَانِ
Proclaim his death, O humankind and jinn,
for the arrows of fate have struck him dead.
مَضَىhe departed وَأَقَمْنَاand we remained بَعْدَهُafter him فِيin مَأْتَمٍa mourning gathering
مَضَى وَأَقَمْنَا بَعْدَهُ فِي مَأْتَمٍ
عَلَىfor الْفَضْلِexcellence نَبْكِيهِwe weep for him بِأَحْمَرَwith red blood قَانِيdeep crimson
عَلَى الْفَضْلِ نَبْكِيهِ بِأَحْمَرَ قَانِي
He has gone, and we remain after him in mourning,
mourning excellence, weeping for him with blood of deepest red.
فَلاso no عَيْنَeye إِلَّاexcept وَهْيَwhile it is بِالدَّمْعِwith tears ثَرَّةٌoverflowing
فَلا عَيْنَ إِلَّا وَهْيَ بِالدَّمْعِ ثَرَّةٌ
وَلاand no قَلْبَheart إِلَّاexcept وَهْوَwhile it is ذُوpossessing خَفَقَانِthrobbing
وَلا قَلْبَ إِلَّا وَهْوَ ذُو خَفَقَانِ
No eye but overflows with tears,
and no heart but throbs,
حِفَاظَاًout of loyalty وَإِشْفَاقَاًand tender concern عَلَىfor مُتَرَحِّلٍone departed
حِفَاظَاً وَإِشْفَاقَاً عَلَى مُتَرَحِّلٍ
خَلَتْstand empty أَرْبُعٌdwellings مِنْof شَخْصِهِhis presence وَمَغَانِيand familiar haunts
خَلَتْ أَرْبُعٌ مِنْ شَخْصِهِ وَمَغَانِي
out of loyalty and tender concern for one departed,
whose dwellings and familiar haunts stand empty of his presence.
فَقَدْنَاهُwe have lost him فِقْدَانَas the loss of الظِّمَاءِthe thirsty شَرَابَهُمْtheir drink
فَقَدْنَاهُ فِقْدَانَ الظِّمَاءِ شَرَابَهُمْ
بِدَيْمُومَةٍin a trackless desert وَالْوِرْدُwhile the watering place لَيْسَis not بِدَانِيnear
بِدَيْمُومَةٍ وَالْوِرْدُ لَيْسَ بِدَانِي
We miss him as the thirsty miss their drink,
in a trackless desert, with the watering place far away.
فَيَاO alas لِلْعُلَىfor glory كَيْفَhow اسْتُبِيحَwas violated ذِمَارُهَاits sacred honor
فَيَا لِلْعُلَى كَيْفَ اسْتُبِيحَ ذِمَارُهَا
وَلِلْفَضْلِand for excellence إِذْwhen يُرْمَىis hurled بِهِwith it الرَّجَوَانِthe two brinks
وَلِلْفَضْلِ إِذْ يُرْمَى بِهِ الرَّجَوَانِ
Alas for glory! How its sacred honor has been violated!
And for excellence, when it is hurled from brink to brink!
لَعَمْرِيby my life لَقَدْindeed هَاجَhas stirred الأَسَىgrief بَعْدَafter فَقْدِهِhis loss
لَعَمْرِي لَقَدْ هَاجَ الأَسَى بَعْدَ فَقْدِهِ
بِنَاwithin us لَوْعَةًburning anguish لاnot تَنْثَنِيis turned back بِعِنَانِby a rein
بِنَا لَوْعَةً لا تَنْثَنِي بِعِنَانِ
By my life, after his loss sorrow has stirred
in us a burning anguish no rein can curb.
ضَمَانٌa pledge عَلَىupon قَلْبِيmy heart صِيَانَةُsafeguarding عَهْدِهِhis covenant
ضَمَانٌ عَلَى قَلْبِي صِيَانَةُ عَهْدِهِ
وَمَاand what خَيْرُgood قَلْبٍa heart لاnot يَفِيis faithful بِضَمَانِto a pledge
وَمَا خَيْرُ قَلْبٍ لا يَفِي بِضَمَانِ
Keeping faith with him is a pledge upon my heart;
and what good is a heart that will not honor a pledge?
تَخَلَّىhe withdrew عَنِfrom الدُّنْيَاthe world وَأَبْقَىand left behind مَآثِرَاًnoble deeds
تَخَلَّى عَنِ الدُّنْيَا وَأَبْقَى مَآثِرَاً
يُقِرُّacknowledges لَهَاfor them بِالْفَضْلِexcellence كُلُّevery لِسَانِtongue
يُقِرُّ لَهَا بِالْفَضْلِ كُلُّ لِسَانِ
He left the world behind, but left enduring deeds
whose excellence every tongue acknowledges.
فَإِنْso if يَكُhe has أَوْدَىperished فَهْوَthen he is حَيٌّalive بِفَضْلِهِthrough his excellence
فَإِنْ يَكُ أَوْدَى فَهْوَ حَيٌّ بِفَضْلِهِ
وَمَنْand whoever كَانَis مَذْكُوراًremembered فَلَيْسَis therefore not بِفَانِيvanishing
وَمَنْ كَانَ مَذْكُوراً فَلَيْسَ بِفَانِي
Though he has perished, he lives through his excellence,
and he who is remembered does not pass away.
وَأَيُّand what امْرِئٍman يَبْقَىendures وَدُونَwhile barring بَقَائِهِhis survival
وَأَيُّ امْرِئٍ يَبْقَى وَدُونَ بَقَائِهِ
نَهَارٌday وَلَيْلٌand night بِالرَّدَىwith death يَفِدَانِboth arrive
نَهَارٌ وَلَيْلٌ بِالرَّدَى يَفِدَانِ
And what man can endure, when barring his survival
are day and night, both arriving with death?
أَلاah قَاتَلَmay He curse اللَّهُGod الْحَيَاةَlife فَإِنَّهَاfor it is
أَلا قَاتَلَ اللَّهُ الْحَيَاةَ فَإِنَّهَا
إِلَىto الْمَوْتِdeath أَدْنَىcloser مِنْthan فَمٍa mouth لِبَنَانِto fingertips
إِلَى الْمَوْتِ أَدْنَى مِنْ فَمٍ لِبَنَانِ
Ah, may God curse life, for it is
nearer to death than a mouth is to fingertips.
إِذَاwhen مَاever (emphatic) بَنَانَاbuilds us up الدَّهْرُTime ظَلَّتْkept on صُرُوفُهُits vicissitudes
إِذَا مَا بَنَانَا الدَّهْرُ ظَلَّتْ صُرُوفُهُ
تُهَدِّمُنَاtearing us down وَالدَّهْرُand Time أَغْدَرُthe most treacherous بَانِيbuilder
تُهَدِّمُنَا وَالدَّهْرُ أَغْدَرُ بَانِي
Whenever Time builds us up, its vicissitudes keep
tearing us down; Time is the most treacherous builder.
تُخَادِعُنَاbeguiles us الدُّنْيَاthe world فَنَلْهُوso we play وَلَمْand never نَخَلْwe imagined
تُخَادِعُنَا الدُّنْيَا فَنَلْهُو وَلَمْ نَخَلْ
بِأَنَّthat الرَّدَىdeath حَتْمٌan inevitability عَلَىfor الْحَيَوانِall living beings
بِأَنَّ الرَّدَى حَتْمٌ عَلَى الْحَيَوانِ
The world beguiles us, so we play, never imagining
that death is inevitable for all that lives.
إِذَاif مَاindeed (emphatic) الأَبُthe father الأَعْلَىthe first مَضَىhas departed لِسَبِيلِهِon his way
إِذَا مَا الأَبُ الأَعْلَى مَضَى لِسَبِيلِهِ
فَمَاthen no لِبَنِيهِfor his sons بِالْبَقَاءِto endure يَدَانِpower (literally, two hands)
فَمَا لِبَنِيهِ بِالْبَقَاءِ يَدَانِ
If the first father has gone his way,
then his sons have no power to live on.
لَقَدْindeed فَجَعَتْنَاhas bereaved us أُمُّmother دَفْرٍstench وَمَاand not دَرَتْshe knew
لَقَدْ فَجَعَتْنَا أُمُّ دَفْرٍ وَمَا دَرَتْ
بِأَرْوَعَof a splendid man مِنْfrom نَسْلِthe lineage of النَّبِيِّthe Prophet هِجَانِpure-born
بِأَرْوَعَ مِنْ نَسْلِ النَّبِيِّ هِجَانِ
Indeed, Umm Dafr, the foul world, has unwittingly bereaved us
of a splendid, pure-born man of the Prophet's line.
سَلِيمُpure نَوَاحِيthe recesses of الصَّدْرِthe heart لاnot يَسْتَفِزُّهُstirs him
سَلِيمُ نَوَاحِي الصَّدْرِ لا يَسْتَفِزُّهُ
نِزَاعٌan urge إِلَىtoward الْبَغْضَاءِhatred وَالشَّنَآنِand rancor
نِزَاعٌ إِلَى الْبَغْضَاءِ وَالشَّنَآنِ
Pure in every recess of his heart, he was never stirred
by any urge toward hatred and rancor.
يُعَاشِرُhe treats others بِالْحُسْنَىwith kindness فَإِنْand if رِيبَhe is troubled لَمْnot يَفُهْhe utters
يُعَاشِرُ بِالْحُسْنَى فَإِنْ رِيبَ لَمْ يَفُهْ
بِسُوءٍwith an evil word وَلَمْnor تَرْمِزْmake a sign لَهُfor him شَفَتَانِtwo lips
بِسُوءٍ وَلَمْ تَرْمِزْ لَهُ شَفَتَانِ
He treated others kindly; if troubled, he would not utter
any ill, nor would his lips so much as hint at it.
لَقَدْindeed كَانَhe was خِلاًa close friend لاnot يُشَانُis tainted بِغَدْرَةٍby betrayal
لَقَدْ كَانَ خِلاً لا يُشَانُ بِغَدْرَةٍ
وَصَاحِبَand a companion غَيْبٍin absence طَاهِرٍpure وَعِيَانِand in presence
وَصَاحِبَ غَيْبٍ طَاهِرٍ وَعِيَانِ
He was indeed a close friend unstained by betrayal,
a companion blameless in absence and in presence.
إِذَاwhen قَالَhe spoke كَانَwas الْقَوْلُthe speech عُنْوَانَa token of فِعْلِهِhis deed
إِذَا قَالَ كَانَ الْقَوْلُ عُنْوَانَ فِعْلِهِ
وَيَاand oh رُبَّmany a قَوْلٍword نَافِذٍpiercing كَسِنَانِlike a spearhead
وَيَا رُبَّ قَوْلٍ نَافِذٍ كَسِنَانِ
When he spoke, his words were a token of his deeds;
and oh, how many a word pierced like a spearhead!
خِلالٌvirtues يَفُوحُwafts الْمِسْكُmusk عَنْهَاfrom them مُحَدِّثاًspeaking
خِلالٌ يَفُوحُ الْمِسْكُ عَنْهَا مُحَدِّثاً
وَيُثْنِيand bestow praise عَلَىupon آثَارِهَاtheir traces الْمَلَوَانِday and night
وَيُثْنِي عَلَى آثَارِهَا الْمَلَوَانِ
Virtues from which musk wafts, telling their tale,
and day and night extol the traces they have left.
فَلاso no غَرْوَwonder أَنْthat تَدْمَىbleed الْعُيُونُthe eyes أَسَافَةًin sorrow
فَلا غَرْوَ أَنْ تَدْمَى الْعُيُونُ أَسَافَةً
عَلَيْكَfor you وَيَرْعَىand feeds upon الْحُزْنُgrief كُلَّevery جَنَانِheart
عَلَيْكَ وَيَرْعَى الْحُزْنُ كُلَّ جَنَانِ
No wonder, then, that eyes bleed in sorrow
for you, and grief feeds upon every heart.
فَأَنْتَfor you are ابْنُthe son of مَنْone who أَحْيَاrevived الْبِلادَthe lands بِعِلْمِهِwith his knowledge
فَأَنْتَ ابْنُ مَنْ أَحْيَا الْبِلادَ بِعِلْمِهِ
وَأَبْقَىand left enduring لَهُfor himself ذِكْرَاًa remembrance بِكُلِّin every مَكَانِplace
وَأَبْقَى لَهُ ذِكْرَاً بِكُلِّ مَكَانِ
For you are the son of one who revived the lands with his knowledge
and left his name remembered in every place.
أَفَادَhe bestowed upon بَنِيthe sons of الأَوْطَانِthe homelands فَضْلاًexcellence سَمَوْاthey rose بِهِthrough it
أَفَادَ بَنِي الأَوْطَانِ فَضْلاً سَمَوْا بِهِ
إِلَىto هَضَبَاتٍplateaus فِيin الْعُلاglory وَقِنَانِand peaks
إِلَى هَضَبَاتٍ فِي الْعُلا وَقِنَانِ
He gave the sons of the homelands excellence through which they rose
to plateaus and peaks in the heights of glory.
وَأَنْتَand you are ابْنُهُhis son وَالْفَرْعُand the branch يَتْبَعُfollows أَصْلَهُits root
وَأَنْتَ ابْنُهُ وَالْفَرْعُ يَتْبَعُ أَصْلَهُ
وَمَاand none مِنْكُمَاof you two إِلَّاbut جَوَادُa noble steed رِهَانِfor racing
وَمَا مِنْكُمَا إِلَّا جَوَادُ رِهَانِ
And you are his son; the branch follows its root,
and each of you is a noble racing steed.
هُوَhe الأَوَّلُthe first السَّبَّاقُthe frontrunner فِيin كُلِّevery حَلْبَةٍracecourse
هُوَ الأَوَّلُ السَّبَّاقُ فِي كُلِّ حَلْبَةٍ
وَأَنْتَand you are لَهُto him دُونَalone among الْبَرِيَّةِall creation ثَانِيsecond
وَأَنْتَ لَهُ دُونَ الْبَرِيَّةِ ثَانِي
He is first, the frontrunner in every race,
and you alone, of all creation, are second to him.
فَيَاso O رَحْمَةَmercy of اللَّهِGod اسْتَهِلِّيrain down عَلَيْهِمَاupon them both
فَيَا رَحْمَةَ اللَّهِ اسْتَهِلِّي عَلَيْهِمَا
بِسَجْلَيْنِwith two brimming buckets لِلرِّضْوَانِof divine favor يَنْهَمِلانِboth pouring down
بِسَجْلَيْنِ لِلرِّضْوَانِ يَنْهَمِلانِ
O mercy of God, rain down upon them both
with two brimming buckets of divine favor pouring down;
وَعُمِّيand encompass قُبُورَthe graves of الْعَالَمِينَall humanity كَرَامَةًin honor
وَعُمِّي قُبُورَ الْعَالَمِينَ كَرَامَةً
لِقَبْرَيْنِof two graves بِالْبَطْحَاءِin al-Batha يَلْتَقِيَانِboth meet
لِقَبْرَيْنِ بِالْبَطْحَاءِ يَلْتَقِيَانِ
and encompass the graves of all humanity, in honor
of two graves that meet in al-Batha.
عَلَيْكَupon you سَلامُpeace of اللَّهِGod مِنِّيfrom me تَحِيَّةٌa greeting
عَلَيْكَ سَلامُ اللَّهِ مِنِّي تَحِيَّةٌ
يُوَافِيكَcome to you فِيin خُلْدٍeternity بِهَاwith it الْمَلَكَانِthe two angels
يُوَافِيكَ فِي خُلْدٍ بِهَا الْمَلَكَانِ
God's peace be upon you—a greeting from me,
which the two angels bring you in eternity.
Sol 6.1