أناI بحرُa sea of هَجْوٍsatire إنif أُردتَyou desire جَفائيestrangement from me
أنا بحرُ هَجْوٍ إن أُردتَ جَفائي
وبحورُand seas of مدحٍpraise إنif أردتَyou desire إخائيmy friendship
وبحورُ مدحٍ إن أردتَ إخائي
I am a sea of satire if you seek estrangement from me,
I am a sea of satire if you desire my aloofness,
And seas of praise if you seek my friendship.
And oceans of praise if you want my intimacy.
أَمُعيبُO critic of شعريmy poetry كُفَّrestrain قولكyour speech وارعوىand desist
أَمُعيبُ شعري كُفَّ قولك وارعوى
ألاlest تُصيبُكَbefall you شِدَّةٌhardship بقضائىby my decree
ألا تُصيبُكَ شِدَّةٌ بقضائى
O critic of my verse, restrain your speech and desist,
Do you blame my poetry? Restrain your words and beware,
Lest hardship strike you by my decree.
Lest the severity of my decree befalls you.
فحذارso beware ثمthen حذارbeware ثمthen حذارbeware منof
فحذار ثم حذار ثم حذار من
ليثِthe lion of الشَّرَىal-Sharā ومبدِّدِand scatterer of الأعداءِthe enemies
ليثِ الشَّرَى ومبدِّدِ الأعداءِ
So beware, then beware, then beware of
So beware, beware, beware of
The lion of al-Sharā and scatterer of foes.
The lion of evil and vanquisher of enemies.
ياO منyou who يُصدِّعُsplits صخرةًa rock بزجاجةٍwith a glass bottle
يا من يُصدِّعُ صخرةً بزجاجةٍ
أقصِرْdesist عدِمتُكَmay I be rid of you ياO أباfather of الغَوْغاءِthe rabble
أقصِرْ عدِمتُكَ يا أبا الغَوْغاءِ
O you who would split a rock with a glass bottle,
O you who can split a boulder with a bottle,
Desist—may I be rid of you—O father of the rabble!
Shorten your absence, O father of commotion.
أتَعيبُهاdo you fault it? وهيand it is التيthe one that شهدتtestified لهاin its favor
أتَعيبُها وهي التي شهدت لها
فصحاؤناour eloquent speakers بلindeed جملةthe entirety of العُلماءِthe scholars
فصحاؤنا بل جملة العُلماءِ
Do you fault it, when it has been vouched for by
Do you blame it when our eloquent people and all scholars
Our eloquent speakers—indeed, all the scholars?
Have testified for it?
لاnot يَجحَدُdenies الشمسthe sun المنيرةradiant مُبصِرٌa sighted person
لا يَجحَدُ الشمس المنيرة مُبصِرٌ
إلاexcept صُوَيْحِبُa little fellow with مُقْلَةٍan eye عمياءِblind
إلا صُوَيْحِبُ مُقْلَةٍ عمياءِ
No sighted person denies the radiant sun,
No clear-sighted person denies the shining sun,
Except a little fellow with a blind eye.
Except an owl of little sight and blind eyes.
مَنwhoever عابَهاfaulted it يهوَىcraves الهجاءَsatire لأنهbecause he
مَن عابَها يهوَى الهجاءَ لأنه
قصُرَتْfell short خلائقهhis character فشاءَso he wished for هجائيmy satire
قصُرَتْ خلائقه فشاءَ هجائي
Whoever faults it craves satire, because
Whoever blames it tends towards blame, for
His character is deficient, so he sought my satire.
His qualities fell short so he desired to blame.
أوَand (interrogative) لمdid not يَرَsee المُزْرِىthe disparager بشعرىof my poetry أننيthat I am
أوَ لم يَرَ المُزْرِى بشعرى أنني
كاسthe cup of المنيَّةِdeath صاحبthe companion of اللأواءِhardship
كاس المنيَّةِ صاحب اللأواءِ
And has the disparager of my verse not seen that I am
Or hasn't the critic seen in my poetry that I
The cup of death, the companion of hardship?
Am the companion of glory, the owner of banners?
قُولاsay, you two لهto him قولاًa word ليَفْتَحso he may open جَفْنَهhis eyelid
قُولا له قولاً ليَفْتَح جَفْنَه
إنيindeed I am عظيمُgreat الشَّانِin stature فيamong الشعراءِthe poets
إني عظيمُ الشَّانِ في الشعراءِ
You two, say a word to him, so he may open his eyelid:
Tell him words to open his eyelids,
Indeed, I am of great stature among poets.
That I am great in status among the poets.
أناI شِبْهُlike دهركمُyour age كأنَّas though خلائقيmy traits
أنا شِبْهُ دهركمُ كأنَّ خلائقي
طُبِعَتْwere molded منfrom السَّرَّاءِprosperity والضَّرَّاءِand adversity
طُبِعَتْ من السَّرَّاءِ والضَّرَّاءِ
I am like your age, as though my traits
I am like your time as if my qualities
Were molded from prosperity and adversity.
Were imprinted from joy and sorrow.
لوif صادَمَتْstruck صُمَّsolid الرَّواسيthe firmly rooted mountains سطوتيmy might
لو صادَمَتْ صُمَّ الرَّواسي سطوتي
لَكَبَتْit would cast down أعاليهاtheir summits عَلَىupon الغَبْرَاءِthe dusty earth
لَكَبَتْ أعاليها عَلَى الغَبْرَاءِ
If my might struck the solid, firmly rooted mountains,
If my power collided with deaf mountains,
It would cast their summits down upon the dusty earth.
It would topple their heights onto the dunes.
Sol 6.1