وَمُنتَسِبٍand one claiming kinship عِنديbefore me إِلىwith مَنthe one whom أُحِبُّهُI love him
وَمُنتَسِبٍ عِندي إِلى مَن أُحِبُّهُ
وَلِلنُبلِand for the arrows حَوليaround me مِنfrom يَدَيهِhis two hands حَفيفُa rustling
وَلِلنُبلِ حَولي مِن يَدَيهِ حَفيفُ
And a man who claimed kinship before me with the one I love—
And ascribing to me one whom I love
And one stands before me, allied to him I love,
while arrows from his hands rustled around me—
And around me the nobility has murmuring
While arrows from his hands whistle through the air around me.
فَهَيَّجَso he stirred مِنsome of شَوقيmy longing وَماand not مِنout of مَذَلَّةٍhumiliation
فَهَيَّجَ مِن شَوقي وَما مِن مَذَلَّةٍ
حَنَنتُI yearned وَلَكِنَّand yet الكَريمَthe noble-hearted person أَلوفُaffectionate
حَنَنتُ وَلَكِنَّ الكَريمَ أَلوفُ
stirred my longing; not out of humiliation
So it stirred up my longing, and there is no humiliation
He stirred my longing—yet not out of abasement
did I yearn, but the noble-hearted are affectionate.
I yielded, but the noble one is accustomed
Did I yearn, for the noble heart is prone to fondness.
وَكُلُّand every وِدادٍlove لاdoes not يَدومُendure عَلىdespite الأَذىhurt
وَكُلُّ وِدادٍ لا يَدومُ عَلى الأَذى
دَوامَwith the endurance of وِداديmy love لِلحُسَينِfor al-Husayn ضَعيفُweak
دَوامَ وِدادي لِلحُسَينِ ضَعيفُ
And any love that does not endure despite hurt
And every affection does not last with harm
And every friendship that does not survive the sting of harm,
as my love for al-Husayn endures is weak.
The duration of my affection for Al-Husayn is weak
Measured against my love for Al-Husayn, is weak.
فَإِنfor if يَكُنِis الفِعلُthe deed الَّذيthat ساءَcaused hurt واحِداًone
فَإِن يَكُنِ الفِعلُ الَّذي ساءَ واحِداً
فَأَفعالُهُthen his deeds اللائيthat سَرَرنَbrought joy أُلوفُthousands
فَأَفعالُهُ اللائي سَرَرنَ أُلوفُ
For if the deed that hurt me is one,
So if the deed which displeased one
For if the deed that grieved me was a single one,
then his deeds that delighted me are thousands.
Then his deeds which delighted are thousands
His deeds that brought me joy are thousands strong.
وَنَفسيand my soul لَهُis his نَفسيmy soul الفِداءُthe ransom لِنَفسِهِfor his soul
وَنَفسي لَهُ نَفسي الفِداءُ لِنَفسِهِ
وَلَكِنَّand yet بَعضَsome of المالِكينَthe masters عَنيفُharsh
وَلَكِنَّ بَعضَ المالِكينَ عَنيفُ
And my soul is his; my soul is the ransom for his soul,
And my soul for him, my soul is ransom for his soul
My soul belongs to him—my life a ransom for his own,
but some masters are harsh.
But some of the owners are violent
Though some who hold power are harsh in their command.
Sol 6.1