فيon الخَدِّthe cheek أَنbecause عَزَمَresolved on الخَليطُthe companions رَحيلاًdeparture
في الخَدِّ أَن عَزَمَ الخَليطُ رَحيلاً
مَطَرٌrain تَزيدُgrow more بِهِthrough it الخُدُودُthe cheeks مُحولاin barrenness
مَطَرٌ تَزيدُ بِهِ الخُدُودُ مُحولا
On the cheek, since the companions resolved to depart,
In cheek decided the mixture to depart
On the cheek, as the caravan resolved to depart, fell rain that made the cheeks more barren still.
there is rain that makes the cheeks more barren.
A rain you increase with cheeks more beautiful
O glance that banished sleep and left behind, upon my heart’s edge, notches that shall last as long as I live.
ياO نَظرَةًglance نَفَتِbanished الرُقادَsleep وَغادَرَتand left
يا نَظرَةً نَفَتِ الرُقادَ وَغادَرَت
فيin حَدِّthe edge of قَلبيmy heart ماas long as حَيِيتُI live فُلولاnotches
في حَدِّ قَلبي ما حَيِيتُ فُلولا
O glance that banished sleep and left
Oh a look denied sleep and left
My wish was from that dark-eyed gaze, yet my death appeared within my heart disguised as desire.
notches in my heart's edge for as long as I live!
In my heart's cheek what revived embers
I deem coldness toward all but you a manly virtue, and patience fair in all things save your absence.
كانَتit was مِنَfrom الكَحلاءِthe kohl-eyed woman سُؤليmy wish إِنَّماonly
كانَت مِنَ الكَحلاءِ سُؤلي إِنَّما
أَجَليmy appointed death تَمَثَّلَtook shape فيin فُؤاديmy heart سولاas a wish
أَجَلي تَمَثَّلَ في فُؤادي سولا
That glance from the kohl-eyed woman was my wish; it was only
My questions were only from kohl
I see your excessive coyness as something to be loved, while scant caprice I find but wearisome.
my death that took the shape of a wish in my heart.
My life imagined in my heart distracted
Your heavy hips complain against the mount beneath, like one who finds your love a burden on the heart.
أَجِدُI find الجَفاءَcoldness عَلىtoward سِواكِanyone but you مُروءَةًnoble conduct
أَجِدُ الجَفاءَ عَلى سِواكِ مُروءَةً
وَالصَبرَand patience إِلّاexcept فيin نَواكِseparation from you جَميلاbeautiful
وَالصَبرَ إِلّا في نَواكِ جَميلا
I find coldness toward anyone but you noble,
I find grace except you gallantry
The tug of the rein turns her heart and mouth toward you, as one who seeks a kiss.
and patience beautiful, except in separation from you.
And patience except your coquetry beautiful
The eyes of fair beauties stirred within me, on the day of parting, yearning and a burning thirst.
وَأَرىand I find تَدَلُّلَكِyour coyness الكَثيرَabundant مُحَبَّباًendearing
وَأَرى تَدَلُّلَكِ الكَثيرَ مُحَبَّباً
وَأَرىand I find قَليلَa little تَدَلُّلٍcoyness مَملولاtiresome
وَأَرى قَليلَ تَدَلُّلٍ مَملولا
I find your abundant coyness endearing,
And I see your much coquetry lovely
Eyes that scorn all other lethal forces, save Badr ibn 'Ammar ibn Isma'il,
yet find even a little coyness in others tiresome.
And I see a little coquetry boring
Who dispels great calamities with deeds as great, and leaves the mighty king brought low and humbled.
تَشكوcomplains of رَوادِفَكِyour haunches المَطِيَّةَthe mount فَوقَهاabove her
تَشكو رَوادِفَكِ المَطِيَّةَ فَوقَها
شَكوىlike the complaint of الَّتيthe one who وَجَدَتfound هَواكَyour love دَخيلاan intruder
شَكوى الَّتي وَجَدَت هَواكَ دَخيلا
The mount complains of your haunches above her,
You complain of your spirited mare above her
Tenacious when a debtor defers his due; he makes the sword the guarantor of his will.
like one who found your love an intruder within.
A complaint that found your love presumptuous
Eloquent when speech unveils its face; his logic grants new intellect to hearts.
وَيُعيرُنيand lends me جَذبُpulling الزِمامِthe reins لِقَلبِهاto turn her
وَيُعيرُني جَذبُ الزِمامِ لِقَلبِها
فَمَهاher mouth إِلَيكِtoward you كَطالِبٍlike one seeking تَقبيلاa kiss
فَمَها إِلَيكِ كَطالِبٍ تَقبيلا
And pulling the reins to turn her lends me
And the pulling of her bridle taunts me
His bounty infected Time itself with generosity, though Time had once been miserly with him.
her mouth toward you, like one asking for a kiss.
So loosen her to you like a suitor seeking a kiss
As if a bolt of lightning in the belly of a cloud: his Indian blade drawn naked in his hand.
حَدَقُthe pupils of الحِسانِthe beautiful ones مِنَamong الغَوانيthe lovely women هِجنَstirred ليin me
حَدَقُ الحِسانِ مِنَ الغَواني هِجنَ لي
يَومَon the day of الفِراقِparting صَبابَةًyearning وَغَليلاand burning thirst
يَومَ الفِراقِ صَبابَةً وَغَليلا
The eyes of the fairest among lovely women stirred in me
The gazes of beasts glared at me
The place of its hilt flows with such gifts that, were they a flood, no riverbed could hold them.
on the day of parting, yearning and burning thirst.
The day we parted raging and burning
Its edges are so fine they seem to show a lover's wasting from their passion for men's necks.
حَدَقٌpupils يُذِمُّgrants protection مِنَagainst القَواتِلِkillers غَيرَهاothers than them
حَدَقٌ يُذِمُّ مِنَ القَواتِلِ غَيرَها
بَدرُBadr بنُson of عَمّارِAmmar بنِson of إِسماعيلاIsma'il
بَدرُ بنُ عَمّارِ بنِ إِسماعيلا
Eyes: against all killers except these, protection is granted by
A gaze that dims other killers beside it
O you who humble the ferocious lion with a whip: for whom, then, have you saved your polished sword?
Badr ibn Ammar ibn Isma'il.
Badr son of Ammar son of Ismael
A calamity befell the Jordan from that beast, piling the skulls of comrades into hills.
الفارِجُthe dispeller of الكُرَبَafflictions العِظامَgreat بِمِثلِهاwith their like
الفارِجُ الكُرَبَ العِظامَ بِمِثلِها
وَالتارِكُand the one who leaves المَلِكَthe king العَزيزَmighty ذَليلاabased
وَالتارِكُ المَلِكَ العَزيزَ ذَليلا
He who dispels great afflictions with their like,
Dispelling distresses with its like
A tawny beast: when he approached the lake to drink, his roar reached the Euphrates and the Nile.
and brings the mighty king low.
And leaving the mighty king humiliated
Stained crimson with the blood of knights, clad within his lair in the thicket of his mane.
مَحِكٌunyielding إِذاwhen مَطَلَdelays payment الغَريمُthe debtor بِدَينِهِover his debt
مَحِكٌ إِذا مَطَلَ الغَريمُ بِدَينِهِ
جَعَلَhe makes الحُسامَthe sharp sword بِماfor what أَرادَhe desires كَفيلاa guarantor
جَعَلَ الحُسامَ بِما أَرادَ كَفيلا
Relentless: when a debtor stalls on his debt,
A judgment when the adversary delays with his debt
His eyes were never met in darkness but they seemed the campfires of a settled tribe.
he makes the sharp sword a guarantor of what he desires.
It makes the sword with what it wants guarantor
He dwells in monkish solitude, yet knows no law of what is holy or forbidden.
نَطِقٌeloquent إِذاwhen حَطَّlowers الكَلامُspeech لِثامَهُhis veil
نَطِقٌ إِذا حَطَّ الكَلامُ لِثامَهُ
أَعطىhe grants بِمَنطِقِهِthrough his speech القُلوبَthe hearts عُقولاminds
أَعطى بِمَنطِقِهِ القُلوبَ عُقولا
Eloquent: when speech lowers his veil,
A utterance when speech sheds its wrap
He treads the earth so softly in his pride, like a physician palpating a wound.
he bestows minds upon hearts through his words.
It gives hearts with its speech minds
He sweeps his tawny mane back to his skull, until it forms a crown upon his head.
أَعدىinfected الزَمانَTime سَخاؤُهُhis generosity فَسَخاso it was generous بِهِin giving him
أَعدى الزَمانَ سَخاؤُهُ فَسَخا بِهِ
وَلَقَدand indeed يَكونُmay be بِهِwith him الزَمانُTime بَخيلاmiserly
وَلَقَد يَكونُ بِهِ الزَمانُ بَخيلا
His generosity infected Time, and Time gave him generously,
Lavishness exceeded time so he was lavish with it
You’d think him, from his roaring, too consumed by rage to even heed his own existence.
though Time may well be miserly with the gift of him.
And time can through it be stingy
Terror of him shortened every stride, as if the warrior rode a hobbled steed.
وَكَأَنَّand as though بَرقاًlightning فيacross مُتونِthe backs of غَمامَةٍa cloud
وَكَأَنَّ بَرقاً في مُتونِ غَمامَةٍ
هِندِيُّهُhis Indian sword فيin كَفِّهِhis palm مَسلولاunsheathed
هِندِيُّهُ في كَفِّهِ مَسلولا
And like lightning across the backs of a cloud
As if lightning in the bosom of clouds
He dropped his prey and growled to guard the prize; you drew so near he deemed it an affront.
is his Indian sword, unsheathed in his palm.
Indian in his palm unsheathed
Your natures matched in daring and in force, but differed in your gift of what was prey.
وَمَحَلُّand the resting place of قائِمِهِits hilt يَسيلُflows مَواهِباًwith gifts
وَمَحَلُّ قائِمِهِ يَسيلُ مَواهِباً
لَوif كُنَّthey were سَيلاًa torrent ماnot وَجَدنَthey would find مَسيلاa channel
لَو كُنَّ سَيلاً ما وَجَدنَ مَسيلا
And where its hilt rests, gifts flow forth;
And the place of his pillar pours gifts
A lion who sees his own limbs mirrored in you: a sleek, strong back and twisted, knotted arm.
were they a torrent, they would find no channel.
If they were a flood they would not find an outlet
Saddled upon a lean and bounding mare, whose peerlessness permits no parallel,
رَقَّتgrew thin مَضارِبُهُits striking edges فَهُنَّso they كَأَنَّماas though
رَقَّت مَضارِبُهُ فَهُنَّ كَأَنَّما
يُبدينَshow مِنfrom عِشقِlove of الرِقابِnecks نُحولاemaciation
يُبدينَ مِن عِشقِ الرِقابِ نُحولا
Its striking edges grew thin, as though they
His tent pegs so they are as though
She overtakes all quarry, yet yields up to the hand that reins her what she has attained.
showed emaciation from their love of necks.
They show from loving necks convulsed
Her neck runs wet with sweat when spurred to speed, though one would think her bridle rein hung loose.
أَمُعَفِّرَO you who cast into dust اللَيثِthe lion الهِزَبرِthe mighty one بِسَوطِهِwith his whip
أَمُعَفِّرَ اللَيثِ الهِزَبرِ بِسَوطِهِ
لِمَنِfor whom اِدَّخَرتَhave you reserved الصارِمَthe cutting sword المَصقولاpolished
لِمَنِ اِدَّخَرتَ الصارِمَ المَصقولا
O you who cast the mighty lion into dust with your whip,
Did you crack the lion cub's whip
The beast bunched all his bulk within his chest, until his breadth seemed greater than his length.
for whom have you reserved the polished, cutting sword?
For whom did you save the polished sword
He pounded stones with his massive chest, as if to force a path into the earth.
وَقَعَتbefell عَلىupon الأُردُنِّJordan مِنهُfrom him بَلِيَّةٌa calamity
وَقَعَت عَلى الأُردُنِّ مِنهُ بَلِيَّةٌ
نُضِدَتwere stacked بِهاby it هامُthe heads of الرِفاقِtravelers تُلولاin mounds
نُضِدَت بِها هامُ الرِفاقِ تُلولا
From him a calamity befell Jordan,
There fell upon the Jordan through him an affliction
As if a trick of sight lured him too close, blind to the gravity of his grave fate.
by which travelers' heads were piled into mounds.
With which the zealots' resolves collapsed
A noble disdain for all things base makes legions seem but few within his eyes.
وَردٌtawny إِذاwhen وَرَدَhe came to البُحَيرَةَthe lake شارِباًto drink
وَردٌ إِذا وَرَدَ البُحَيرَةَ شارِباً
وَرَدَreached الفُراتَthe Euphrates زَئيرُهُhis roar وَالنيلاand the Nile
وَرَدَ الفُراتَ زَئيرُهُ وَالنيلا
Tawny: when he came to the lake to drink,
A lion when he comes to drink at the well
Shame stings the soul; and he who fears disgrace fears not the moment of his death.
his roar reached the Euphrates and the Nile.
And the Euphrates his roar and the Nile
He lunged to meet you with a predator’s leap; had you not struck, he would have soared a mile.
مُتَخَضِّبٌdyed بِدَمِwith the blood of الفَوارِسِhorsemen لابِسٌwearing
مُتَخَضِّبٌ بِدَمِ الفَوارِسِ لابِسٌ
فيin غيلِهِhis thicket مِنfrom لِبدَتَيهِhis two mane-locks غيلاa thicket
في غيلِهِ مِن لِبدَتَيهِ غيلا
Dyed with horsemen's blood, he wears
Dyed with the blood of knights wearing
His power failed him as you faced him down; he sought the only succor: to yield and fall.
in his thicket another thicket of his twin mane-locks.
In his twisting from his sides twisting
His death seized both his paws and tawny neck, as if you’d found him shackled in his chains.
ماnever قوبِلَتwere faced عَيناهُhis two eyes إِلّاexcept ظُنَّتاthey were taken for
ما قوبِلَت عَيناهُ إِلّا ظُنَّتا
تَحتَunder الدُجىthe darkness نارَthe fire of الفَريقِthe tribe حُلولاencamped
تَحتَ الدُجى نارَ الفَريقِ حُلولا
His eyes were never met without being mistaken,
His eyes were not met but were thought
His cousin heard the tale of his demise, and fled from you yesterday in frantic dread.
in the dark, for the fire of an encamped tribe.
Under darkness the fire of separation lodged
More bitter than the death he fled was flight; to live unslain is akin to being slain.
فيin وَحدَةِthe solitude of الرُهبانِmonks إِلّاexcept أَنَّهُthat he
في وَحدَةِ الرُهبانِ إِلّا أَنَّهُ
لاnot يَعرِفُknows التَحريمَprohibition وَالتَحليلاand permission
لا يَعرِفُ التَحريمَ وَالتَحليلا
He dwells in monks' solitude, except that he
In the seclusion of monks but he
The ruin of he who made courage his companion served as a sermon to he who chose flight.
knows neither what is forbidden nor what is allowed.
Knows no prohibition nor permissibility
Were your knowledge of God shared among mankind, God would have had no need to send a prophet.
يَطَءُtreads الثَرىthe soil مُتَرَفِّقاًgently مِنfrom تيهِهِhis pride
يَطَءُ الثَرى مُتَرَفِّقاً مِن تيهِهِ
فَكَأَنَّهُso he is like آسٍa physician يَجُسُّfeeling the pulse of عَليلاa sick man
فَكَأَنَّهُ آسٍ يَجُسُّ عَليلا
He treads the soil gently in his pride,
He walks on land gently in his wanderings
And were your speech dwelling within their midst, He would not have sent Torah, Gospel, or Quran.
like a physician feeling a sick man's pulse.
As if a staff feeling out an invalid
Had your gifts been theirs before you gave them, they never would have learned what it is to hope.
وَيَرُدُّand sweeps back عُفرَتَهُhis mane إِلىto يافوخِهِthe crown of his head
وَيَرُدُّ عُفرَتَهُ إِلى يافوخِهِ
حَتّىuntil تَصيرَit becomes لِرَأسِهِfor his head إِكليلاa diadem
حَتّى تَصيرَ لِرَأسِهِ إِكليلا
And he sweeps his mane back onto the crown of his head,
And he returns his disheveled hair to his temples
You are known, yet your reality remains unknown; ignored by some, but never through obscurity.
until it becomes a diadem for his head.
Until it becomes for his head a wreath
The doves have sung your lordship in their cooing; the horses neighed it as they bore your weight.
وَتَظُنُّهُand thinks him مِمّاfrom how يُزَمجِرُhe growls نَفسُهُhis own soul
وَتَظُنُّهُ مِمّا يُزَمجِرُ نَفسُهُ
عَنهاaway from her لِشِدَّةِbecause of the intensity of غَيظِهِhis rage مَشغولاdistracted
عَنها لِشِدَّةِ غَيظِهِ مَشغولا
And, from his growling, his own soul thinks him
And you would think from his snarling self
Not every seeker of glory attains his aim, nor is every man a stallion among men.
distracted from her by the fierceness of his rage.
He is preoccupied with the intensity of his rage
قَصَرَتshortened مَخافَتُهُfear of him الخُطىstrides فَكَأَنَّماso it was as though
قَصَرَت مَخافَتُهُ الخُطى فَكَأَنَّما
رَكِبَrode الكَمِيُّthe armored warrior جَوادَهُhis charger مَشكولاhobbled
رَكِبَ الكَمِيُّ جَوادَهُ مَشكولا
Fear of him shortened strides, as though
His fear shortened his steps so it is as though
the armored warrior were riding his hobbled charger.
He rode his camel kneeled
أَلقىhe dropped فَريسَتَهُhis prey وَبَربَرَand growled دونَهاbefore it
أَلقى فَريسَتَهُ وَبَربَرَ دونَها
وَقَرُبتَand you drew near قُرباًa nearness خالَهُhe took it for تَطفيلاuninvited dining
وَقَرُبتَ قُرباً خالَهُ تَطفيلا
He dropped his prey and growled before it,
He threw down his prey and pounced without it
and you drew so near he thought you an uninvited guest at his meal.
And approached a relation making him dependent
فَتَشابَهُso resembled each other الخُلُقانِthe two natures فيin إِقدامِهِhis boldness
فَتَشابَهُ الخُلُقانِ في إِقدامِهِ
وَتَخالَفاand differed فيin بَذلِكَyour giving المَأكولاfood
وَتَخالَفا في بَذلِكَ المَأكولا
Thus the two natures matched in his boldness,
So the two natures resembled in his audacity
but differed in your giving food away.
And differed in enjoying that edible
أَسَدٌa lion يَرىsees عُضوَيهِhis two members فيكَin you كِلَيهِماboth of them
أَسَدٌ يَرى عُضوَيهِ فيكَ كِلَيهِما
مَتناًa back أَزَلَّlean وَساعِداًand a forearm مَفتولاsinewy
مَتناً أَزَلَّ وَساعِداً مَفتولا
A lion sees both his own members in you—
A lion seeing in you his two kidneys
a lean back and a sinewy forearm—
A prey pulled down and an arm unstrung
فيin سَرجِthe saddle of ظامِئَةِparched الفُصوصِjoints طِمِرَّةٍa swift, long-legged mare
في سَرجِ ظامِئَةِ الفُصوصِ طِمِرَّةٍ
يَأبىrefuses تَفَرُّدُهاher uniqueness لَهاfor her التَمثيلاcomparison
يَأبى تَفَرُّدُها لَها التَمثيلا
as you sit in the saddle of a long-legged mare with parched joints,
In the saddlebags of a bleary-eyed sly one a heap
whose uniqueness permits no comparison.
Whose uniqueness it refuses to be an example
نَيّالَةِone that attains الطَلَباتِobjects of pursuit لَولاwere it not for أَنَّهاthat she
نَيّالَةِ الطَلَباتِ لَولا أَنَّها
تُعطيshe offers مَكانَthe place of لِجامِهاher bridle ماnot نيلاwould be reached
تُعطي مَكانَ لِجامِها ما نيلا
She overtakes every quarry; were she not to
A drinking vessel of requests if not for
yield her mouth to the bridle, no one could ever reach it.
Giving room for its cup it would not be filled
تَندىgrow moist سَوالِفُهاthe sides of her neck إِذاwhen اِستَحضَرتَهاyou urge her to gallop
تَندى سَوالِفُها إِذا اِستَحضَرتَها
وَيُظَنَّand is thought عَقدُthe knot of عِنانِهاher reins مَحلولاundone
وَيُظَنَّ عَقدُ عِنانِها مَحلولا
Her neck-sides grow moist when you urge her to gallop,
Its conversations grow limp when you recall them
and the knot of her reins seems undone.
And its bridle is thought to be loosened
ماnot زالَceased يَجمَعُgathering نَفسَهُhimself فيinto زَورِهِhis chest
ما زالَ يَجمَعُ نَفسَهُ في زَورِهِ
حَتّىuntil حَسِبتَyou thought العَرضَthe breadth مِنهُof him الطولاthe length
حَتّى حَسِبتَ العَرضَ مِنهُ الطولا
He kept gathering himself into his chest,
He never stopped gathering himself in his cunning
until you thought his breadth was his length.
Until you thought the width was the length
وَيَدُقُّand crushes بِالصَدرِwith his chest الحِجارَstones كَأَنَّهُas though he
وَيَدُقُّ بِالصَدرِ الحِجارَ كَأَنَّهُ
يَبغيseeks إِلىto ماwhat فيin الحَضيضِthe depths سَبيلاa path
يَبغي إِلى ما في الحَضيضِ سَبيلا
And he crushes stones with his chest, as though
And he pounds rocks with his chest as though he
seeking a way to what lies in the depths.
Seeks a way to what is in the abyss
وَكَأَنَّهُand as though he غَرَّتهُdeceived him عَينٌan eye فَاِدَّنىso he drew near
وَكَأَنَّهُ غَرَّتهُ عَينٌ فَاِدَّنى
لاnot يُبصِرُsees الخَطبَthe peril الجَليلَgrave جَليلاas grave
لا يُبصِرُ الخَطبَ الجَليلَ جَليلا
And, as though deceived by his eye, he drew near,
And as if an eye tempted him so he drew near
not seeing the grave peril as grave.
Not seeing the lofty, momentous peril
أَنَفُthe disdain of الكَريمِthe noble man مِنَfor الدَنِيَّةِbaseness تارِكٌleaving
أَنَفُ الكَريمِ مِنَ الدَنِيَّةِ تارِكٌ
فيin عَينِهِhis eye العَدَدَthe number الكَثيرَlarge قَليلاsmall
في عَينِهِ العَدَدَ الكَثيرَ قَليلا
A noble man's disdain for baseness makes
The noble's nose is above baseness
a great multitude seem small in his eyes.
In his eye the many are few
وَالعارُand disgrace مَضّاضٌdeeply painful وَلَيسَand is not بِخائِفٍafraid
وَالعارُ مَضّاضٌ وَلَيسَ بِخائِفٍ
مِنof حَتفِهِhis death مَنwho خافَfears مِمّاof what قيلاis said
مِن حَتفِهِ مَن خافَ مِمّا قيلا
Disgrace stings; unafraid
And shame stings but is not fearful
of his death is he who fears what people say.
Of his doom from whoever feared what was said
سَبَقَanticipated اِلتِقاءَكَهُyour meeting him بِوَثبَةِwith the leap of هاجِمٍan attacker
سَبَقَ اِلتِقاءَكَهُ بِوَثبَةِ هاجِمٍ
لَوif لَمnot تُصادِمُهُyou met him head-on لَجازَكَhe would have passed you ميلاby a mile
لَو لَم تُصادِمُهُ لَجازَكَ ميلا
He beat you to the encounter with an attacker's leap;
He preceded meeting you with the leap of an assailant
had you not met him head-on, he would have passed you by a mile.
If he did not clash with you he would have passed you by a mile
خَذَلَتهُdeserted him قُوَّتُهُhis strength وَقَدand already كافَحتَهُyou confronted him
خَذَلَتهُ قُوَّتُهُ وَقَد كافَحتَهُ
فَاِستَنصَرَso he sought help from التَسليمَsurrender وَالتَجديلاand being laid low
فَاِستَنصَرَ التَسليمَ وَالتَجديلا
His strength deserted him when you confronted him,
His strength betrayed him though he struggled with you
so he sought the aid of surrender and being laid low.
So he sought aid in surrender and humility
قَبَضَتseized مَنِيَّتُهُhis doom يَدَيهِhis two forepaws وَعُنقَهُand his neck
قَبَضَت مَنِيَّتُهُ يَدَيهِ وَعُنقَهُ
فَكَأَنَّماso it was as though صادَفتَهُyou met him مَغلولاfettered
فَكَأَنَّما صادَفتَهُ مَغلولا
His doom seized his two forepaws and his neck,
His death grasped his hands and neck
so it was as though you had met him fettered.
So it was as if you met him fettered
سَمِعَheard اِبنُthe son of عَمَّتِهيhis paternal aunt بِهِof him وَبِحالِهِand of his condition
سَمِعَ اِبنُ عَمَّتِهي بِهِ وَبِحالِهِ
فَنَجاso he escaped يُهَروِلُrunning مِنكَfrom you أَمسِyesterday مَهولاterrified
فَنَجا يُهَروِلُ مِنكَ أَمسِ مَهولا
His paternal aunt's son heard of him and his plight,
The son of his paternal aunt heard of him and his state
so he escaped you yesterday, running in terror.
So he escaped fleeing terrified from you yesterday
وَأَمَرُّand more bitter مِمّاthan what فَرَّhe fled مِنهُfrom it فِرارُهُhis flight
وَأَمَرُّ مِمّا فَرَّ مِنهُ فِرارُهُ
وَكَقَتلِهِand like his being killed أَنthat لاnot يَموتَhe dies قَتيلاslain
وَكَقَتلِهِ أَن لا يَموتَ قَتيلا
His flight was bitterer than what he fled from,
And more bitter than his fleeing what he fled from
and not to die slain was like his being killed.
Is that he did not die a victim
تَلَفُthe death of الَّذيthe one who اِتَّخَذَtook الجَراءَةَdaring خُلَّةًas an intimate companion
تَلَفُ الَّذي اِتَّخَذَ الجَراءَةَ خُلَّةً
وَعَظَadmonished الَّذيthe one who اِتَّخَذَtook الفِرارَflight خَليلاas a close friend
وَعَظَ الَّذي اِتَّخَذَ الفِرارَ خَليلا
The death of the one who took daring as a friend
Lost is he who took insolence as a trait
admonished the one who took flight as a companion.
And counseled he who took flight as a friend
لَوif كانَwere عِلمُكَyour knowledge بِالإِلَهِof God مُقَسَّماًdistributed
لَو كانَ عِلمُكَ بِالإِلَهِ مُقَسَّماً
فيamong الناسِpeople ماnot بَعَثَwould have sent الإِلَهُGod رَسولاa messenger
في الناسِ ما بَعَثَ الإِلَهُ رَسولا
If your knowledge of God were distributed
If your knowledge of God was apportioned
among mankind, God would have sent no messenger.
Among people God would not have sent a messenger
لَوif كانَwere لَفظُكَyour speech فيهِمِamong them ماnot أَنزَلَHe would have revealed الthe
لَو كانَ لَفظُكَ فيهِمِ ما أَنزَلَ ال
قُرآنَQur'an وَالتَوراةَand the Torah وَالإِنجيلاand the Gospel
قُرآنَ وَالتَوراةَ وَالإِنجيلا
If your speech were among them, He would not have revealed the
If your words to them were what God sent down not
Qur'an, the Torah, and the Gospel.
The Qur'an, Torah and Bible
لَوif كانَhad been ماwhat تُعطِيهِمِyou give them مِنfrom قَبلِbefore أَنthat
لَو كانَ ما تُعطِيهِمِ مِن قَبلِ أَن
تُعطِيهِمِyou give them لَمnot يَعرِفواthey would have known التَأميلاhope
تُعطِيهِمِ لَم يَعرِفوا التَأميلا
Had they possessed what you give them before you
If what you give them before you give
gave it to them, they would never have known hope.
They would not have known delay
فَلَقَدso indeed عُرِفتَyou are known وَماyet not عُرِفتَyou are known حَقيقَةًtruly
فَلَقَد عُرِفتَ وَما عُرِفتَ حَقيقَةً
وَلَقَدand indeed جُهِلتَyou are unknown وَماyet not جُهِلتَyou are unknown خُمولاfrom obscurity
وَلَقَد جُهِلتَ وَما جُهِلتَ خُمولا
You are indeed known, yet not truly known;
So you were known but not known truly
and indeed unknown, yet not through obscurity.
And you were unknown but not dim
نَطَقَتspoke بِسُؤدُدِكَof your eminence الحَمامُthe doves تَغَنِّياًin song
نَطَقَت بِسُؤدُدِكَ الحَمامُ تَغَنِّياً
وَبِماand of what تُجَشِّمُهاyou make them endure الجِيادُthe noble horses صَهيلاin neighing
وَبِما تُجَشِّمُها الجِيادُ صَهيلا
The doves spoke of your eminence in song,
Your adversities the doves sing of
and the chargers, in neighs, of what you make them endure.
And what you torment the steeds with neighs
ماnot كُلُّeveryone مَنwho طَلَبَseeks المَعالِيَhigh honors نافِذاًsuccessful
ما كُلُّ مَن طَلَبَ المَعالِيَ نافِذاً
فيهاin them وَلاnor كُلُّall الرِجالِmen فُحولاstallions
فيها وَلا كُلُّ الرِجالِ فُحولا
Not everyone who seeks high honors succeeds
Not all who sought the heights striving
in them, nor are all men stallions.
In them and not all men are gallant
Partial English translation: 49 of 98 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1