وَهَبتُكَ يا دَهرُ من تَطلُبُ
أَبعدَ أَمينٍ أخٌ يُصحَبُ
I have given you, O Time, the one you seek.
After Amin, is there a brother to befriend?
طَوَيتَ المودَّةَ في شَخصِهِ
فَأيَّ وِدادِ امرىءٍ أخطُبُ
You enfolded affection in his person;
So whose friendship shall I seek?
وَأيَّ بَديلٍ له أَرتَضى
وَأَيَّ شَمائِلهِ أندُبُ
And what substitute for him could I accept?
And which of his virtues shall I mourn?
أمينُ اتَّئِد في النَوى وَارعَني
فَبَيني وَبَينكَ ما يوجِبُ
Amin, be slow in parting, and care for me;
For the bond between us lays its claim upon you.
أَتَذكُرُ إذ أنتَ منّي النِياطُ
من القلب أو أنت لي أَقربُ
Do you remember when you were to me as the heartstring
Is to the heart—or closer still to me?
وإذ نحن هذا لهذا أخٌ
وهذا لذا ابنٌ وهذا أبُ
And when each of us was a brother to the other,
And one a son to the other, and the other a father?
ومن قال عَنّا من الناظِرين
نديما جَذيمةَ لا يَكذِب
And whoever among the onlookers said of us,
'Jadhima's two boon companions,' told no lie.
حَسبتُ بِأنَّكَ لي خالدٌ
فكانَ الذي لم أكن أحسَبُ
I thought you would live forever for me,
Then what I had not expected came to pass.
أَفي ذا الشَبابِ وهذا الإِهاب
يَموتُ الفتى الطاهرُ الطَيِّبُ
In this youth and within this skin,
Does the pure, good young man die,
وَيودي الذَكاءُ وَيقضى الوَفاء
وَتَردى الفَضيلَةُ أو تَعطَبُ
And intelligence perish, and fidelity expire,
And virtue fall or be destroyed?
عَجيبٌ منَ المَوتِ أَفعالُه
وَعَتبى على فعلِهِ أعجَبُ
Strange are the deeds of death,
And stranger still is my reproach for its deed.
بِذا حكمَ اللَهُ في خَلقهِ
لكلِّ امرىءٍ أجَلٌ يُكتَبُ
Thus God has decreed for His creation:
For every person an appointed term is written.
وَجَدتُ الحياةَ طريقَ المماتِ
وكلٌّ إلى حَتفهِ يَسرُبُ
I found life to be the road to death,
And each makes his way toward his doom.
وَيَعثُرُ فيها الفتى بالشَباب
وَيَدلِفُ بِالعِلَّةِ الأَشيَبُ
And in it the young man stumbles over youth,
And the gray-haired man shuffles along with illness.
وَيَتعَبُ بِالزادِ فيها الفِقير
وَأهلُ الغنى بِالغِنى أتعَبُ
And the poor man toils in it for provisions,
And the wealthy are wearier still from wealth.
وَيَشقى أخو الجهل في جهلِهِ
وَيحرجُ بالعالِمِ المَذهَبُ
And the ignorant man suffers in his ignorance,
And the path grows narrow for the learned man.
مَوارِدُ مَشروعَةٌ لِلحَياةِ
فَأيُّ موارِدِها الأَعذَب
Watering places lie open for life;
So which of its watering places is sweetest?
أَتَعلَمُ عَينُ الرَدى مَن تُصيبُ
وَتَدري يَدُ المَوتَ مِن تَضرِبُ
Does the eye of death know whom it strikes,
And does the hand of death know whom it smites?
أَلَمّا تَكامَلَ نورُ الأَمين
وَتاهَ به الشَرقُ وَالمَغرِب
Was it when Amin's light had reached its fullness,
And East and West gloried in him,
وَأَوفى المَكارمَ ما أَمَّلَت
وَأَعطى الفَضائِلَ ما تَطلُبُ
And he fulfilled all that noble qualities had hoped for,
And gave the virtues what they sought,
وَدانَ لهُ أملٌ في الحياةِ
وَتمَّ لهُ في العُلا مَأرَبُ
And a hope in life had yielded to him,
And his ambition for eminence was fulfilled,
طواهُ الرَدى عَلماً فَانطَوى
بهِ أملٌ مُقبِلٌ نَرقُبُ
That death furled him like a banner, and there was furled
With him a dawning hope we awaited?
فَيا نائِيا وَالهوى ما نَأى
وَذِكراهُ في البالِ لا تَعزُب
So, O distant one, though love has not grown distant,
And his memory is never absent from the mind,
هنيئا لدارٍ تَيَمَّمتَها
لَقد زارَها المَلكُ الأَطيَبُ
Joy to the abode you sought!
Indeed, the purest angel has visited it.
وَجاوَرَها كَوثَرٌ من خلالِ
كَ حُلوٌ من الخُلدِ مُستَعذَبُ
And beside it flows a Kawthar drawn from virtues
Of yours—sweet, from Paradise, delightful to drink.
تَنَعَّمتَ فيها وَخَلَّفتَني
لَدى منزِلٍ بَرقهُ خُلَّبُ
You have enjoyed bliss there and left me behind
At an abode whose lightning brings no rain.
وِدادُ الصديقِ به حُوَّلٌ
وَقَلبُ الصَديقِ به قُلَّبُ
A friend's affection there is ever-changing,
And a friend's heart there is fickle.
وَصعبٌ على الحُرِّ فيه المُقام
وَلكنَّ هِجرانهُ أَصعبُ
And dwelling there is hard for the noble man,
But leaving it is harder.
وَيا تُربةً حلَّ فيها الأَمينُ
لأَنتِ الفَراديسُ أَو أَخصَبُ
And O soil in which Amin rests,
You are surely the gardens of Paradise, or more fertile still.
حُبِستِ على رحماتِ الرَحيم
وَجادَكِ رِضوانهُ الصَيِّب
You are set apart for the mercies of the Merciful,
And may His favor drench you like pouring rain.
وَلا زالَت السُحبُ مُنهَلَّةً
وَأنتَ لأَذيالها تَسحبُ
And may the clouds never cease pouring down,
While you draw their trailing skirts along.
وَرَوَّتكَ مِنّي دُموعٌ تَسيل
تُخامِرُها مُهجٌ تُسكَبُ
And may tears flowing from me water you,
Mingled with lifeblood poured forth.
Sol 6.1