إِذا كان وِردُ الموتِ ضَربَةَ لازِبِ
فَطولُ سُرورِ المَرءِ موعِدُ كاذِبِ
If drinking death's draught is inevitable,
If death's stroke is the doom of the unprepared,
Then a man's lasting joy is a liar's promise.
Then lasting joy for man is but false hope.
فَلا تَغتَرِر بِالعَيشِ واحذَر فَإنما
صَفاءُ اللَيالي هُدنَةٌ من مُحارِبِ
So do not be deceived by life; beware, for
So be not fooled by life, but beware, for verily
The calm of nights is merely a warrior's truce.
The serenity of nights is but a truce from the warring fates.
يَبيتُ الفتى خِلوَ الفؤادِ كَأنَّه
رَأى بَينَهُ سدّاً وبين النوائِب
A young man spends the night, his heart carefree, as though
The youth sleeps with anxious heart as though
He had seen a barrier between himself and calamities.
He sees a barrier 'twixt him and misfortunes.
بِرَغمِيَ أن يُدعى تُرابا وَأَعظُماً
فتىً كان يُدعى قبلُ أَكتبَ كاتِب
It grieves me that he should be called dust and bones—
Though I be but dust, I am greater
A young man once called the finest of writers.
Than the youth who was once called "scribe".
فتىً كانت الأَقلامُ تَشهَدُ أنَّهُ
يُجلُّ مقامَ الكُتبِ فوق الكتائِب
A young man: the pens bore witness that he
A youth whom pens testified was nobler
Held books in higher esteem than battalions.
Than books though they sit atop shelves.
هوَى كَوكَباً ما البَدرُ ليلَة تمَّهِ
بِأَفتَكَ من لألائهِ بِالغَياهِبِ
He fell, a star; not even the moon on its fullest night
He outshone the full moon on its brightest night
Is more deadly to the depths of darkness than his radiance.
With a brilliance to shame the stars.
فتىً طَبعُه قد كانَ كالماءِ رِقَّةً
فَلو صُبَّ في كَأسٍ لَساغَ لِشارِبِ
A young man whose nature was as gentle as water;
A youth whose nature was as gentle as water -
So, were it poured into a cup, it would go down easily for a drinker.
Had it been poured into a cup, it would have quenched any thirst.
فَيا راحلا قد غاب عنّا ومن تَكُن
كَذِكراكَ ذِكراهُ فَلَيسَ بِغائِب
So, O departed one, gone from us—one whose
So farewell, o traveler who left us! And he who remembers you
Remembrance is like yours is not absent.
Does not forget you though you are absent.
سَلَبتَ النُهى حَيّاً بِباهرِ حكمةٍ
وَعاطرِ أخلاقٍ وَرِقَّةِ جانِبِ
You captivated minds in life with dazzling wisdom,
You were moral while alive with sublime wisdom
And fragrant virtues and gentleness of manner.
And fragrant morals and gentle demeanor.
عليكَ منَ الفَضل السَلامُ فإنَّه
بِفَقدِكَ أمسى فاقِداً خيرَ صاحب
Peace be upon you from Excellence, for it
Peace be upon you, for with your loss
Has, in losing you, lost its best companion.
The best of friends became bereft.
وَلا زالَ مُنهَلُّ الدموعِ مُلازِماً
ثَراكَ يُجاري فيه فَيضَ السَحائِب
And may the outpouring of tears forever cling to
And the spring of tears still flows
Your grave's earth, rivaling there the flood from the clouds.
Watering your tomb, matching the rain clouds.
Sol 6.1