علىto البَرِّthe virtuous man نَجْلِson of البَرِّthe virtuous man مِنّيfrom me تَحِيَّةٌa greeting
على البَرِّ نَجْلِ البَرِّ مِنّي تَحِيَّةٌ
تَضَوَّعُwafts fragrance منْfrom نَشْرٍfragrance تَأَرَّجُis fragrant منْfrom بِشْرِgladness
تَضَوَّعُ منْ نَشْرٍ تَأَرَّجُ منْ بِشْرِ
To the virtuous man, son of a virtuous man, a greeting from me,
On the land, the noble son of the land, my greetings come
Wafting fragrance, scented with gladness.
Scented with blossoms, perfumed with good news
يُضَمِّخُanoints with perfume أرْدانَthe sleeves of المعارِفِlearning عَرْفُهاits fragrance
يُضَمِّخُ أرْدانَ المعارِفِ عَرْفُها
يُعَطِّرُperfumes أَرْجاءَthe expanses of المكارِمِnoble virtues والفَخْرِand glory
يُعَطِّرُ أَرْجاءَ المكارِمِ والفَخْرِ
Its fragrance anoints the sleeves of learning,
His virtue adorns the cheeks of knowledge
And perfumes the expanses of noble virtues and glory.
And scents the realms of virtues and pride
وتُنْهيand conveys إلىto فَخْرِthe pride of الفَواطِمِthe Fatimas زينَةِthe adornment of الthe
وتُنْهي إلى فَخْرِ الفَواطِمِ زينَةِ ال
هَواشِمِHashimites سَبّاقِoutstripping الخَضارِمِthe great men فيin الدهْرِtime
هَواشِمِ سَبّاقِ الخَضارِمِ في الدهْرِ
And brings word to the pride of the Fatimas, adornment of the
It leads to the pride of Al Fatemis, the decoration of
Hashimites, outstripping the great men throughout time,
Al Hashimis, the foremost of Al Khadramis through time
بأنَّthat نِظاماًa poem مِنْهُfrom him وَافَىhas arrived كأنّهُas though it were
بأنَّ نِظاماً مِنْهُ وَافَى كأنّهُ
سُمُوطُstrings of الدَّرارِيbrilliant stars أوor عُقُودٌnecklaces منَof الدُّرِpearls
سُمُوطُ الدَّرارِي أو عُقُودٌ منَ الدُّرِ
That a poem from him has arrived, as though it were
For it has reached a system as if it were
Strings of brilliant stars, or necklaces of pearls.
Falling pearls or a necklace of pearls
بِهِthrough it طَلَعَتْrose شَمْسُthe sun of البَلاغَةِeloquence فُلْكَهاits vessel
بِهِ طَلَعَتْ شَمْسُ البَلاغَةِ فُلْكَها
هُوَit الطِّرْسُthe page فيin لَيْلِthe night of السُّطورِthe lines منof الحِبْرِink
هُوَ الطِّرْسُ في لَيْلِ السُّطورِ من الحِبْرِ
Through it the sun of eloquence rose; its vessel
Through it the sun of eloquence rose to its zenith
Is the page, amid the night of lines of ink.
It is the star in the night of lines from the ink
بِهِwith it اهْتَزَّswayed عِطْفُthe flank of الدَّهْرِtime وارْتَقَصَتْand danced لَهُfor it
بِهِ اهْتَزَّ عِطْفُ الدَّهْرِ وارْتَقَصَتْ لَهُ
غَوانِيthe fair maidens of الْمَغانِيthe dwellings والمعَانِيand the meanings مِنَfrom السَّطْرِthe line
غَوانِي الْمَغانِي والمعَانِي مِنَ السَّطْرِ
With it, Time's flank swayed, and for it danced
Through it the sentiment of time shook and for it
The fair maidens of the dwellings, and the meanings from the line.
The hearts' melodies and meanings from the line leapt
فَطَوْراًso at times أَرَاهُI see it السِّحْرَmagic فيin طَيِّthe folds of طَلْسَمٍa talisman
فَطَوْراً أَرَاهُ السِّحْرَ في طَيِّ طَلْسَمٍ
وطَوْراًand at times أَراهُI see it السُّكرintoxication فيin رَقمِthe lettering of السَّطْرِthe line
وطَوْراً أَراهُ السُّكر في رَقمِ السَّطْرِ
So at times I see it as magic in a talisman's folds,
Sometimes I see it as sorcery in the fold of a talisman
And at times I see it as intoxication in the line's script.
And other times I see it as nectar in the drawing of the line
ولكِنَّهُbut it وَافَىreached فَتىًa young man قَدْalready تَشَعَّبَتْhad branched out
ولكِنَّهُ وَافَى فَتىً قَدْ تَشَعَّبَتْ
لَهُfor him شُغَلٌduties صَدَّتْkept him away عَنِfrom النّظْمِverse والنَّثْرِand prose
لَهُ شُغَلٌ صَدَّتْ عَنِ النّظْمِ والنَّثْرِ
Yet it reached a young man already beset by manifold
But it has reached a youth who branched out
Duties that kept him from verse and prose.
For him are preoccupations that blocked poetry and prose
وكَدّرَand clouded مِنْsome of صَفْوِthe clarity of الموارِدِthe watering places واردٌa newcomer
وكَدّرَ مِنْ صَفْوِ الموارِدِ واردٌ
يُصَاوِلُهassails him مِنْfrom حَيْثُwhere يَدْرِيhe knows ولاand not يَدْرِيhe knows
يُصَاوِلُه مِنْ حَيْثُ يَدْرِي ولا يَدْرِي
And a newcomer clouded the clarity of the watering places,
And disturbances poured in from the purity of resources
Assailing him from quarters he knows and knows not.
Tormenting him whether he knows or does not know
يَقُومُنhe copes بأَهْوالٍwith ordeals ثِقالٍheavy طَويلَةٍprolonged
يَقُومُن بأَهْوالٍ ثِقالٍ طَويلَةٍ
وتَحْريرِand the drafting of أبْحاثٍstudies تَجِلُّare too great عَنْfor الحَصْرِenumeration
وتَحْريرِ أبْحاثٍ تَجِلُّ عَنْ الحَصْرِ
He copes with ordeals, heavy and prolonged,
Engaging in momentous, heavy, and lengthy tasks
And the writing of studies beyond counting.
And drafting research beyond enumeration
فحِيناًso at times يناجِيهِspeak privately to him الخُصومُthe litigants وَتارَةًand at other times
فحِيناً يناجِيهِ الخُصومُ وَتارَةً
تُضايِقُهُharry him الأَسْجالُthe records بالطَّيِّwith folding والنَّشْرِand unfolding
تُضايِقُهُ الأَسْجالُ بالطَّيِّ والنَّشْرِ
So at times the litigants speak privately to him, and at others
Sometimes adversaries whisper to him and sometimes
The records harry him with folding and unfolding.
Debates besiege him with folds and publications
وكَمْand how many لَيْلَةٍa night يَبيَضُّturns white مُسْوَدّthe blackness of فَحْمِهاits coal
وكَمْ لَيْلَةٍ يَبيَضُّ مُسْوَدّ فَحْمِها
وَمَاyet not اسْوَدَّhas turned black مُبْيَضّthe whiteness of الرّقاعِthe sheets لَدَىat الفجْرِdawn
وَمَا اسْوَدَّ مُبْيَضّ الرّقاعِ لَدَى الفجْرِ
And how many a night its blackened coal turns white,
And how many a night where its darkness whitens
Yet the white of the sheets has not blackened by dawn.
And the white of papers does not blacken by dawn
يَطيرُflies غُرابُthe raven of البَيْنِparting عَنْfrom وَكْرِهِits nest وَماyet not
يَطيرُ غُرابُ البَيْنِ عَنْ وَكْرِهِ وَما
يَحُولُmoves away مِدادُthe ink of الطِّرْسِthe page عَنْfrom ذِلِكَthat الوَكرِnest
يَحُولُ مِدادُ الطِّرْسِ عَنْ ذِلِكَ الوَكرِ
The raven of parting flies from its nest, yet
The raven of separation flies from its nest but
The ink of the page does not leave that nest.
The ink of the star does not deviate from that nest
فَعَلّكَso perhaps you ياO نَجْلَson of الأكارِمِthe noblest عاذِرٌwill excuse
فَعَلّكَ يا نَجْلَ الأكارِمِ عاذِرٌ
فَتىًa young man قَدْalready أَماطَhas lifted السّتْرَthe veil عَنْfrom أوْجُهِthe faces of العُذْرِthe excuse
فَتىً قَدْ أَماطَ السّتْرَ عَنْ أوْجُهِ العُذْرِ
So perhaps, O son of the noblest, you will excuse
So you, son of nobles, may excuse
A young man who has lifted the veil from the faces of his excuse.
A youth who has uncovered the faces of excuses
Sol 6.1