يقرّبُ الأمر إذا انشق القمر
لأنه في اللوحِ رقمٌ مستطِرْ
The affair draws near when the moon splits asunder,
for in the Tablet it is a decree inscribed in lines.
ولا تقل يا سيِّدي بأنَّ ذا
إذا رأته العينُ سحر مستمرْ
Do not say, my master, that this,
when the eye beholds it, is enduring sorcery.
لو لم يكن هذا الذي رأيته
لما انتهى شخصٌ به ولا ائتمر
Had what I beheld not truly been so,
no one would have desisted because of it or obeyed.
تبتسم الأرضُ وتبدي خيرها
إنْ جادتِ السحبُ بماءٍ منهمر
The earth smiles and reveals her bounty
when the clouds are generous with pouring rain,
وجادتِ الشمسُ لها بنورها
صبيحةَ اليومِ الذي فيه مطر
and the sun is generous to her with its light
on the morning of a day of rain.
وأصبحتْ أرضُ الهوى مخضرَّةً
تظهر للأبصارِ غيبَ ما سترْ
And the land of love has turned green,
revealing to all eyes what had lain veiled,
وطاب عَرفُ الجوّ من أعرافها
فقلت للأنواءِ ما هذا الخبر
and the air’s scent grows sweet from her perfumes.
I asked the rain-stars, “What news is this?”
رأيته طلقَ المحيَّا ضاحكاً
من كان يدعى بالعبوس المكفهر
I saw him open-faced and laughing—
he who was once known for his glowering scowl.
فاشكر وزد في شكرِه مُجتهداً
واحذر من المكر إنَّ الله مكر
So give thanks, and redouble your thanks to Him, striving hard;
beware the stratagem—for God has laid His plan.
أنذرته المكر فقال لا تقل
هذا الذي قلت فما تغني النذر
I warned him of the stratagem; he said, “Do not speak
of what you have said, for warnings are no avail.”
قلت فما أعرفُ إلا مؤمناً
بما به يجري القضاءُ والقدر
I said, “I know none but one who believes
in that by which decree and destiny run their course.”
فقالَ هيهاتِ لما تعرفه
مني فإني منذ وليتُ الدبر
He said, “Impossible, given what you know
of me! Ever since I turned my back,
أعرض عني الرشدُ واستفزني
شيطانه فقلت هل من مدَّكر
guidance has turned from me, and his devil has goaded me.”
I said, “Is there anyone who will take heed?”
قلت أنا فقال لا أصغي إلى
ما قلت إني في ضلالٍ وسَعَر
I said, “I.” He said, “I will not listen to
what you said; truly I am in error and madness.”
كم بين شخصٍ في جنانٍ ونهر
في مقعد صدقٍ مليك مُقتدر
How far apart are one amid gardens and a river,
in a seat of truth with an omnipotent King,
وبين شخصٍ خاسرٍ قيل له
يا أيها الخاسرُ ذق مسَّ سَقَر
and one who is lost, to whom it is said:
“O ruined one, taste the touch of Saqar!”
فالحمد لله الذي أعطى البشر
حمد شكور شاكر شكر الشكر
Then praise be to God, who granted humankind
the praise of a deeply grateful, thankful one—the gratitude of gratitude.
Sol 5.6