أَبعَدُfarthest نَأيِestrangement of المَليحَةِthe lovely woman البَخَلُstinginess
أَبعَدُ نَأيِ المَليحَةِ البَخَلُ
فيin البُعدِdistance ماwhat لاnot تُكَلَّفُare made to undertake الإِبلُthe camels
في البُعدِ ما لا تُكَلَّفُ الإِبلُ
The lovely woman's farthest estrangement is her stinginess.
The stinginess of the fair one is distant from me
The true remoteness of the beloved lies in her stinginess; / A distance no camel is burdened to cross.
Some distances are beyond what camels are made to travel.
In distance, where the camels do not get tired
A fickle soul with whom nothing endures; / She bores of boredom itself, finding no constant state.
مَلولَةٌeasily bored ماwhatever يَدومُlasts لَيسَthere is not لَهاfor her
مَلولَةٌ ما يَدومُ لَيسَ لَها
مِنof مَلَلٍweariness دائِمٍconstant بِهاwithin her مَلَلُweariness
مِن مَلَلٍ دائِمٍ بِها مَلَلُ
She tires of all that lasts, yet she feels
She sways as if she is long-lasting
As if her slender form, should she turn away, / Is a drunkard reeling from the wine of her own gaze.
no weariness of the weariness forever within her.
She has no permanent boredom to bore her
Weighted by hips beneath her waist that pull her back, / As if trembling in fear of parting from her.
كَأَنَّماas though قَدُّهاher figure إِذاwhen اِنفَتَلَتshe turned
كَأَنَّما قَدُّها إِذا اِنفَتَلَت
سَكرانُa drunkard مِنfrom خَمرِthe wine of طَرفِهاher gaze ثَمِلُintoxicated
سَكرانُ مِن خَمرِ طَرفِها ثَمِلُ
Her figure, when she turns, is as though
As if when her neck moves
I burn with a longing to sip from her lips, / My patience severing the moment desire connects.
a drunkard, intoxicated with the wine of her gaze.
A drunk with the wine of her glance is full
Her mouth, her throat, her anklet, and her wrist / Are my malady, alongside hair black as coal.
يَجذِبُهاpulls her تَحتَbeneath خَصرِهاher waist عَجُزٌa rump
يَجذِبُها تَحتَ خَصرِها عَجُزٌ
كَأَنَّهُas though it مِنof فِراقِهاparting from her وَجِلُafraid
كَأَنَّهُ مِن فِراقِها وَجِلُ
Beneath her waist, her rump pulls at her,
Feebleness pulls her under her waist
Many a barren wasteland I have crossed on foot, / Where even strong, docile camels would fail to tread.
as though afraid of being parted from her.
As if out of separation from her, anxious
Clad in my sharp sword, sufficient in my own soul, / Wrapped in the cloak of darkness, alone.
بيwithin me حَرُّthe heat of شَوقٍlonging إِلىfor تَرَشُّفِهاsipping her lips
بي حَرُّ شَوقٍ إِلى تَرَشُّفِها
يَنفَصِلُbreaks off الصَبرُpatience حينَwhen يَتَّصِلُconnects
يَنفَصِلُ الصَبرُ حينَ يَتَّصِلُ
I burn with longing to sip from her lips;
In me is the heat of yearning for her draft
If ever I discern betrayal in a friend's demeanor, / I find no lack of means to part ways with him.
patience breaks the moment it takes hold.
Patience breaks when it connects
In the vastness of East and West, there is room to roam, / And in one land, a substitute found for another.
الثَغرُthe mouth وَالنَحرُand the upper chest وَالمُخَلخَلُand the ankleted ankle وَالـand the
الثَغرُ وَالنَحرُ وَالمُخَلخَلُ وَالـ
ـمِعصَمُwrist دائيmy ailment وَالفاحِمُand the coal-black hair الرَجِلُloosely wavy
ـمِعصَمُ دائي وَالفاحِمُ الرَجِلُ
Her mouth, her upper chest, her ankleted ankle, and
The lips, the throat, the supple, and the
And in seeking the court of Prince Badr ibn Ammar, / Is a calling that distracts from all other concerns of men.
her wrist are my affliction, and her coal-black, gently wavy hair.
Wrists are my torment, and the strong leg
His wealth finds its perfection only when given to the needy, / Bestowed before it is sought, given without request.
وَمَهمَهٍand many a trackless desert جُبتُهُI crossed it عَلىon قَدَميmy feet
وَمَهمَهٍ جُبتُهُ عَلى قَدَمي
تَعجِزُare unable عَنهُto traverse it العَرامِسُthe sturdy she-camels الذُلُلُthe docile
تَعجِزُ عَنهُ العَرامِسُ الذُلُلُ
And many a trackless desert I crossed on my own feet,
And swaying, her dress on my feet
Fate sits so lightly upon his heart, / That neither sorrow nor excessive joy is ever seen there.
that sturdy, docile she-camels cannot traverse.
The gentle slaves are helpless for it
Death obeys him so fully, it nearly strikes down / Even those whose appointed hour has not yet arrived.
بِصارِميin my keen sword مُرتَدٍclad بِمَخبُرَتيwith my experience
بِصارِمي مُرتَدٍ بِمَخبُرَتي
مُجتَزِئٌcontent بِالظَلامِin darkness مُشتَمِلُwrapped
مُجتَزِئٌ بِالظَلامِ مُشتَمِلُ
Clad in my keen sword, with my experience
With my sharp sword, content with the darkness, covered
Such is the soundness of his resolve, that his intent / Seems to achieve the deed before the act is done.
enough for me, and darkness wrapped about me.
When a friend becomes hostile to me
The truth of matters is revealed within his eyes, / As if his very gaze were lined with the kohl of brilliance.
إِذاif صَديقٌa friend نَكِرتُI found displeasing جانِبَهُhis manner
إِذا صَديقٌ نَكِرتُ جانِبَهُ
لَمnot تُعيِنيleave me at a loss فيin فِراقِهِparting from him الحِيَلُthe means
لَم تُعيِني في فِراقِهِ الحِيَلُ
If I find a friend's manner displeasing,
Tricks do not help me when we part
I fear for him when the fire of his intellect ignites, / Lest he be consumed by the intensity of his own mind.
I am never at a loss for ways to leave him.
In the expanse of my nostalgia disturbed
His enemies are deluded if they think flight brings safety, / Growing arrogant merely because they escaped with their lives.
فيin سَعَةِthe breadth of الخافِقَينِeast and west مُضطَرَبٌroom to roam
في سَعَةِ الخافِقَينِ مُضطَرَبٌ
وَفيand in بِلادٍa land مِنfor أُختِهاits sister بَدَلُa substitute
وَفي بِلادٍ مِن أُختِها بَدَلُ
Across the breadth of east and west lies room to roam,
And in a land substituted for her sister
He meets them with the face of every charging steed, / Whose hooves arrive at the fray before its glance.
and one land offers a substitute for its sister.
In visiting the prince Badr bin Ammar
Sleek-coated, filling the girth, with barrel-ribs expansive, / Her forelocks flowing twice the length of her tail-bone.
وَفيand in اِعتِمارِvisiting الأَميرِthe emir بَدرِBadr بنِson of عَمAm- (Ammar)
وَفي اِعتِمارِ الأَميرِ بَدرِ بنِ عَم
مارٍ-mar (Ammar) عَنِaway from الشُغلِconcern بِالوَرىwith humankind شُغُلُan occupation
مارٍ عَنِ الشُغلِ بِالوَرى شُغُلُ
And visiting the emir Badr ibn Am-
Busy from people with things, busy
Viewed from behind, you would say she lacks a neck, / And viewed from the front, that she possesses no croup.
mar leaves me no time to concern myself with others.
In the morning, his wealth, its perfection for the needy
The thrusts are fierce, and the earth beneath them trembles, / As if a terror has seized the very heart of the ground.
أَصبَحَhas become مالٌwealth كَمالُهُlike his wealth لِذَويfor those with الـthe
أَصبَحَ مالٌ كَمالُهُ لِذَوي الـ
ـحاجَةِneed لاnot يُبتَدىis offered unasked وَلاnor يُسَلُis asked for
ـحاجَةِ لا يُبتَدى وَلا يُسَلُ
Wealth to equal his, for those in
Is not initiated or asked
Blood has stained the mare's cheek red, / Just as a blush stains the cheek of a shy maiden.
need, is neither offered unasked nor obtained by asking.
Time seems easy to him, no worry or hardship shows
The horses' hides weep tears of sweat, / Shedding drops that never flowed from eyes.
هانَgrew insignificant عَلىto قَلبِهِhis heart الزَمانُtime فَماso not
هانَ عَلى قَلبِهِ الزَمانُ فَما
يَبينُappears فيهِin it غَمٌّgrief وَلاnor جَذَلُjoy
يَبينُ فيهِ غَمٌّ وَلا جَذَلُ
Time has little weight upon his heart, so
He almost kills one who praises him for his obedience to the dove
He marches, and his retinue fills the empty wastes, / Until every flat desert seems crowded as a mountain pass.
neither grief nor joy appears within it.
He almost with his determination does
The rain is barred from reaching the earth below, / By the canopy of spears woven so tight together.
يَكادُalmost مِنbecause of طاعَةِthe obedience of الحِمامِdeath لَهُto him
يَكادُ مِن طاعَةِ الحِمامِ لَهُ
يَقتُلُhe kills مَنwhoever مادَناhas not drawn near لَهُfor him أَجَلُan appointed time of death
يَقتُلُ مَن مادَنا لَهُ أَجَلُ
So obedient to him is death that he almost
What happens before the doer reacts
O Full Moon, O Ocean, O Rain-cloud, / O Lion of the thicket, O Death, O Man!
kills those whose appointed time has not drawn near.
In his eye, his realities are known
Truly, the fingers you turn in gesture, / Are, in every land, the subject of proverbs.
يَكادُalmost مِنbecause of صِحَّةِthe soundness of العَزيمَةِresolve ماwhat
يَكادُ مِن صِحَّةِ العَزيمَةِ ما
يَفعَلُhe does قَبلُbefore الفِعالِthe action يَنفَعِلُcomes to pass
يَفعَلُ قَبلُ الفِعالِ يَنفَعِلُ
Such is the firmness of his resolve that what
As if he outlines them with kohl
You hail from a kin who, if they grant a gift / Less than their very lives, consider themselves stingy.
he does almost happens before the act itself.
I fear when his thoughts kindle
Their hearts possess the sharpness of the swords they draw, / Their statures the perfection of the spears they wield.
تُعرَفُare recognized فيin عَينِهِhis eye حَقائِقُهُhis true qualities
تُعرَفُ في عَينِهِ حَقائِقُهُ
كَأَنَّهُas though he بِالذَكاءِwith intelligence مُكتَحِلُwearing kohl
كَأَنَّهُ بِالذَكاءِ مُكتَحِلُ
His true qualities are visible in his eye,
For him from it, I fear it will ignite
You contradict your name 'Moon' when the fray begins, / Amidst the clash of Indian blades and slender lances.
as though he had lined it with intelligence.
His enemies are most deceived if they make peace
By my life, you are indeed the radiant Full Moon, / Yet in the cauldron of war, you are the dark star Saturn.
أُشفِقُI fear عِندَwhen اِتِّقادِthe blazing of فِكرَتِهِhis thought
أُشفِقُ عِندَ اِتِّقادِ فِكرَتِهِ
عَلَيهِfor him مِنهاfrom it أَخافُI fear يَشتَعِلُhe catches fire
عَلَيهِ مِنها أَخافُ يَشتَعِلُ
I feel alarm when his thought flares up;
With fleeing they became arrogant for what they did
A battalion you do not command is mere plunder, / And a city you do not adorn is a beauty stripped of jewels.
I fear for him because of it, lest he catch fire.
The cheeks of every swimmer turn to him
You were sought from the East and the West alike, / Until the camels and the very paths cried out in weariness.
أَغَرُّradiant أَعداؤُهُhis enemies إِذاwhen سَلِمواthey escape unharmed
أَغَرُّ أَعداؤُهُ إِذا سَلِموا
بِالهَرَبِby fleeing اِستَكبَرواthey deemed great الَّذيwhat فَعَلواthey did
بِالهَرَبِ اِستَكبَروا الَّذي فَعَلوا
Radiant is he; his enemies, when they survive
Four turns before one of its eyelids connect
You retained but a shred of health for yourself, / As even illnesses came to beg a portion from you.
by fleeing, think their deed a mighty achievement.
Bare, full of belt, plaited
The excuse for the two who harmed you is simply this: / A cowardly physician and a heroic scalpel.
يُقبِلُهُمhe confronts them وَجهَthe face of كُلِّevery سابِحَةٍswimming mare
يُقبِلُهُم وَجهَ كُلِّ سابِحَةٍ
أَربَعُهاher four feet قَبلَbefore طَرفِهاher glance تَصِلُreach
أَربَعُها قَبلَ طَرفِها تَصِلُ
He confronts them with the face of every swimming mare,
Will be like the two side locks of its forelock
You extended your hand into the physician's palm, / And he knew not that he was cutting into Hope itself.
whose four feet reach them before her glance.
If she turns away I say she has no night
If the incision brought pain to the palm's inner flesh, / So too have the kisses of supplicants worn its back.
جَرداءَsleek-coated مِلءِfilling الحِزامِthe girth مُجفَرَةٍbroad-bellied
جَرداءَ مِلءِ الحِزامِ مُجفَرَةٍ
تَكونُare مِثلَيtwice عَسيبِهاher tailbone الخُصَلُthe tail-locks
تَكونُ مِثلَي عَسيبِها الخُصَلُ
Sleek-coated, filling her girth, broad in the barrel,
Or if she comes I say she has no day
The lancet may sever the vein within that hand, / But no censure can ever sever the vein of its generosity.
her tail-locks are twice the length of her tailbone.
And the blaming is sparks and the ground shaking
Panic seized the doctor's soul when you held out your arm, / As if he were rushing headlong into death.
إِنif أَدبَرَتshe turns away قُلتَyou say لاno تَليلَneck لَهاshe has
إِن أَدبَرَت قُلتَ لا تَليلَ لَها
أَوor أَقبَلَتshe approaches قُلتَyou say ماno لَهاshe has كَفَلُrump
أَو أَقبَلَت قُلتَ ما لَها كَفَلُ
If she turns away, you say she has no neck;
As if in its heart there was fear
He strove beyond the limits of his skill, until / His zeal nearly brought bereavement to his own mother.
or if she approaches, you say she has no rump.
It painted its cheek with blood as
The surest path to success lies in natural instinct, / While over-thinking leads only to the stumble.
وَالطَعنُand the spear-thrusting شَزرٌoblique وَالأَرضُand the earth واجِفَةٌtrembling
وَالطَعنُ شَزرٌ وَالأَرضُ واجِفَةٌ
كَأَنَّماas though فيin فُؤادِهاher heart وَهَلُterror
كَأَنَّما في فُؤادِها وَهَلُ
The spear-thrusts are oblique, and the earth trembles,
Shyness paints the cheek of the young gazelle
Have mercy on that hand! For between the wealth it bestowed / And the blood you let flow, it is drained away.
as though terror lay within her heart.
And the horses cry, their skins sweat
There is none like you, O Badr, nor can there be; / Great dynasties are fit only for one such as you.
قَدalready صَبَغَتhas dyed خَدَّهاher cheek الدِماءُblood كَماjust as
قَد صَبَغَت خَدَّها الدِماءُ كَما
يَصبُغُdyes خَدَّthe cheek of الخَريدَةِthe secluded maiden الخَجَلُbashfulness
يَصبُغُ خَدَّ الخَريدَةِ الخَجَلُ
Blood has dyed her cheek, just as
With tears that no wiper wipes off
bashfulness dyes the cheek of a secluded maiden.
He marched and did not cross the desert from his processions
وَالخَيلُand the horses تَبكيweep جُلودُهاtheir hides عَرَقاًsweat
وَالخَيلُ تَبكي جُلودُها عَرَقاً
بِأَدمُعٍwith tears ماnot تَسُحُّهاshed them مُقَلُeyes
بِأَدمُعٍ ما تَسُحُّها مُقَلُ
And the horses' hides weep sweat,
As if each litter was a mountain
with tears that no eyes shed.
Its tightness prevents the rain from hitting them
سارَhe marched وَلاand no قَفرَempty wilderness مِنof مَواكِبِهِhis cavalcades
سارَ وَلا قَفرَ مِن مَواكِبِهِ
كَأَنَّماas though كُلُّevery سَبسَبٍopen plain جَبَلُa mountain
كَأَنَّما كُلُّ سَبسَبٍ جَبَلُ
He marched; no wilderness was free of his cavalcades,
From what the lineages have constricted
as though every level plain were a mountain.
Oh Badr, oh sea, oh turban, oh
يَمنَعُهاshields them أَنthat يُصيبُهاstrikes them مَطَرٌrain
يَمنَعُها أَن يُصيبُها مَطَرٌ
شِدَّةُintensity ماhow قَدalready تَضايَقَcrowded together الأَسَلُthe spears
شِدَّةُ ما قَد تَضايَقَ الأَسَلُ
They are shielded from being struck by rain
Lion of evil, oh dove, oh man
by the sheer closeness of the crowded spears.
The cups that you turn
ياO بَدرُBadr ياO بَحرُsea ياO عَمامَةُturban ياO
يا بَدرُ يا بَحرُ يا عَمامَةُ يا
لَيثَlion of الشَرىal-Shara ياO حَمامُdeath ياO رَجُلُman
لَيثَ الشَرى يا حَمامُ يا رَجُلُ
O Badr, O sea, O turban, O
In your hands everywhere have examples
lion of al-Shara, O death, O man!
You are from a people, if they gave
إِنَّindeed البَنانَthe fingers الَّذيwhich تُقَلِّبُهُyou turn them about
إِنَّ البَنانَ الَّذي تُقَلِّبُهُ
عِندَكَwith you فيin كُلِّevery مَوضِعٍsituation مَثَلُa paragon
عِندَكَ في كُلِّ مَوضِعٍ مَثَلُ
Indeed, the fingers you wield
Less than their lifetimes, they would be stingy
are, for you, a paragon in every circumstance.
Their hearts in the light of what they drew swords for
إِنَّكَindeed you مِنfrom مَعشَرٍa people إِذاif وَهَبواthey give
إِنَّكَ مِن مَعشَرٍ إِذا وَهَبوا
ماanything دونَshort of أَعمارِهِمtheir lives فَقَدthen indeed بَخَلواthey were miserly
ما دونَ أَعمارِهِم فَقَد بَخَلوا
You belong to a people who, if they give
Their bodies in the perfection of what they grasped
anything short of their lives, have been miserly.
You are the opposite of his name, if
قُلوبُهُمtheir hearts فيin مَضاءِthe sharpness of ماwhat اِمتَشَقواthey unsheathe
قُلوبُهُم في مَضاءِ ما اِمتَشَقوا
قاماتُهُمtheir statures فيin تَمامِthe full length of ماwhat اِعتَقَلواthey bear
قاماتُهُم في تَمامِ ما اِعتَقَلوا
Their hearts have the sharpness of the swords they draw;
Indian bracelets and dried reed differed
their statures match the full length of the spears they bear.
You are, by my life, the shining full moon, but
أَنتَyou نَقيضُthe opposite of اِسمِهِits name إِذاwhen اِختَلَفَتclash
أَنتَ نَقيضُ اِسمِهِ إِذا اِختَلَفَت
قَواضِبُthe cutting swords of الهِندِIndia وَالقَناand the lances الذُبُلُslender
قَواضِبُ الهِندِ وَالقَنا الذُبُلُ
You are the opposite of that name when
You are in the ferocity of war Saturn
India's cutting swords and slender lances clash.
A battalion you are not its surplus
أَنتَyou لِعَمريby my life البَدرُthe full moon المُنيرُshining وَلَand yet-
أَنتَ لِعَمري البَدرُ المُنيرُ وَلَ
كِنَّكَ-you (completes 'yet you') فيin حَومَةِthe thick of الوَغىbattle زُحَلُSaturn
كِنَّكَ في حَومَةِ الوَغى زُحَلُ
You are, by my life, the luminous full moon; yet
And a town whose vacation is not leisure
in the thick of battle you are Saturn.
You are frequented from its east and west
كَتيبَةٌa battalion لَستَyou are not رَبَّهاits commander نَفَلٌbooty
كَتيبَةٌ لَستَ رَبَّها نَفَلٌ
وَبَلدَةٌand a town لَستَyou are not حَليَهاits ornament عُطُلُunadorned
وَبَلدَةٌ لَستَ حَليَها عُطُلُ
A battalion without you as its commander is booty;
Until mounts and roads complained of you
a town without you as its ornament is bare.
You left only a little wellness
قُصِدتَyou were sought مِنfrom شَرقِهاits east وَمَغرِبِهاand its west
قُصِدتَ مِن شَرقِها وَمَغرِبِها
حَتّىuntil اِشتَكَتكَcomplained of you الرِكابُthe riding-camels وَالسُبُلِand the roads
حَتّى اِشتَكَتكَ الرِكابُ وَالسُبُلِ
You have been sought from the world's east and west,
Illnesses have come frequenting you
until the riding-camels and roads complained of you.
The excuse of the blamers is in you that they are
لَمnot تُبقِyou kept إِلّاexcept قَليلَa little عافِيَةٍhealth
لَم تُبقِ إِلّا قَليلَ عافِيَةٍ
قَدalready وَفَدَتcame as petitioners تَجتَدِيكَهاbegging it from you العِلَلُailments
قَد وَفَدَت تَجتَدِيكَها العِلَلُ
You have kept only a little health;
Uways the coward and Maydha the hero
ailments have come as petitioners to beg it from you.
You have extended a hand in the rest of the doctor
عُذرُthe excuse of المَلومَينِthe two blamed فيكَconcerning you أَنَّهُماthat they both are
عُذرُ المَلومَينِ فيكَ أَنَّهُما
آسٍa healer جَبانٌcowardly وَمِبضَعٌand a lancet بَطَلُvaliant
آسٍ جَبانٌ وَمِبضَعٌ بَطَلُ
The excuse of the two blamed in your case is that they are
And he does not know how to cut off hope
a cowardly healer and a valiant lancet.
If the dissection harmed its interior
مَدَدتَyou extended فيinto راحَةِthe palm of الطَبيبِthe physician يَداًa hand
مَدَدتَ في راحَةِ الطَبيبِ يَداً
وَماand not دَرىhe knew كَيفَhow يُقطَعُis cut الأَمَلُhope
وَما دَرى كَيفَ يُقطَعُ الأَمَلُ
You stretched a hand into the physician's palm,
Then perhaps its exterior was harmed by kisses
and he did not know how hope could be cut.
In her vein, the lancet splits and not
إِنif يَكُنِit be البَضعُthe incision ضَرَّhurt باطِنِهاits inner side
إِن يَكُنِ البَضعُ ضَرَّ باطِنِها
فَرُبَّماthen often ضَرَّhurt ظَهرَهاits back القُبَلُkisses
فَرُبَّما ضَرَّ ظَهرَها القُبَلُ
If the incision has hurt its palm,
The bond of her generosity splits the joints
kisses have often hurt its back.
When you extended it, anxiety mixed with him
يَشُقُّcuts فيinto عِرقِهاits vein الفِصادُthe bloodletting lancet وَلاand not
يَشُقُّ في عِرقِها الفِصادُ وَلا
يَشُقُّcuts فيinto عِرقِthe vein of جودِهاits generosity العَذَلُreproach
يَشُقُّ في عِرقِ جودِها العَذَلُ
The lancet cuts into its vein, but
As if he was hasty due to shyness
reproach cannot cut into the vein of its generosity.
He exceeded the limits of his exertion, so he came
خامَرَهُseized him إِذwhen مَدَدتَهاyou extended it جَزَعٌpanic
خامَرَهُ إِذ مَدَدتَها جَزَعٌ
كَأَنَّهُas though he مِنfrom حَذافَةٍHadhafa عَجِلُhasty
كَأَنَّهُ مِن حَذافَةٍ عَجِلُ
Panic seized him when you extended it,
With exertion not befitting for his inept mother
as though he were a hasty man of Hadhafa's line.
The most one seeks success with is proper
جازَhe exceeded حُدودَthe bounds of اِجتِهادِهِhis diligence فَأَتىand so he did
جازَ حُدودَ اِجتِهادِهِ فَأَتى
غَيرَother than اجتِهادٍdiligence لِأُمِّهِfor his mother الهَبَلُbereavement
غَيرَ اجتِهادٍ لِأُمِّهِ الهَبَلُ
He overstepped the bounds of diligence and did
Nature and with delving, stumbling
what was no diligence at all—may his mother mourn him!
Inherit it as it possessed with what
أَبلَغُmost effective ماwhat يُطلَبُis sought النَجاحُsuccess بِهِthrough it الthe
أَبلَغُ ما يُطلَبُ النَجاحُ بِهِ ال
طَبعُnatural aptitude وَعِندَand with التَعَمُّقِover-delving الزَلَلُerror
طَبعُ وَعِندَ التَعَمُّقِ الزَلَلُ
The most effective means of seeking success is
You poured into it, it mixes
natural aptitude; error comes with delving too deep.
The likes of you, oh Badr, do not become nor
اِرثِhave pity لَهاon it إِنَّهاindeed it بِماwith what مَلَكَتit possessed
اِرثِ لَها إِنَّها بِما مَلَكَت
وَبِالَّذيand with what قَدalready أَسَلتَyou made flow تَنهَمِلُit pours forth
وَبِالَّذي قَد أَسَلتَ تَنهَمِلُ
Have pity on it: with what it has possessed,
Do positions befit except the likes of you
and with what you have made flow, it pours forth.
مِثلُكَone like you ياO بَدرُBadr لاnot يَكونُexists وَلاand not
مِثلُكَ يا بَدرُ لا يَكونُ وَلا
تَصلُحُare suitable إِلّاexcept لِمِثلِكَfor one like you الدُوَلُthe realms
تَصلُحُ إِلّا لِمِثلِكَ الدُوَلُ
There is none like you, O Badr; and
realms befit none but one like you.
Partial English translation: 85 of 88 Arabic lines translated.
Partial English translation: 44 of 88 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1