لمّا تَكَلّمتُ كانَ النُّطقُ لي شركاً
وَالنُّطقُ فخٌّ لِصَيدِ الحاذقِ الفَطِنِ
When I spoke, speech itself was a snare for me,
and speech is a trap for catching the skillful, discerning man.
وصِرتُ في قفصِ الإفتاءِ محتَبساً
فيهِ أُغذّى بمرّ الهمِّ والحزَنِ
I found myself confined in the cage of issuing fatwas,
fed there on the bitterness of care and sorrow.
فَقُلتُ أسكتُ علّي أن يخلّصَني
حُسنُ السّكوتِ مِنَ الأَحزانِ والمِحَنِ
So I said, “I shall keep silent, in hopes that I may be freed
by the virtue of silence from sorrows and ordeals.”
وَقلت أَجهلُ عِلماً أَنّ مَعرِفتي
لي آفةٌ وَبِجَهلي راحَةُ البدَنِ
And I said, “I shall act ignorant,” knowing that my knowledge
is a bane to me, while in my ignorance lies ease for the body.
وَقلت إِن مِتُّ أَحيا في الدُّنى فَرحاً
مِن ماتَ عاشَ بِعَيشٍ طيّبٍ حسنِ
And I said, “If I die, I shall live joyfully in this world—
whoever dies lives a wholesome, good life.”
فَلم يفدنيَ شَيئاً ما ذكرت سِوى
زيادة الهمِّ وَالمَولى يُخلّصني
Yet what I recalled availed me nothing, save
an increase in care; and the one hoped for will deliver me.
Sol 5.6