كُل الأَنام مِن المَليك تَشَرَّفوا
بِجَوائز وَمَراتب وَفراشِ
All humankind was honored by the sovereign
With prizes, ranks, and court appointments—
إِلّا أَنا فَسَطا عَليّ بِجَهله
خصم لَهُ في الرَأي طَيش مراش
All but me: in his ignorance, there assailed me
An adversary rash and flighty in judgment.
وَأَنا الرياضيات قَد ترجمتها
وَالدَرس قَد وَضحته بِحَواشي
Yet I had indeed translated mathematics
And explained the lessons with marginal notes.
وَرقيت في زَمن العَزيز محمد
بَعد الملازم رتبةَ اليوزباشي
I was promoted in the days of illustrious Muhammad
From lieutenant to the rank of yuzbashi.
وَبِعَهد عَباس خدمت مَواطني
سَتّاً بِغَير تَوقف وَتَلاشي
And under Abbas I served my homeland
For six years, without interruption or decline.
وَلبثت في دار المَعارف قَبلَها
سَتّاً يَقابلن الصَفا بِبشاش
Before that, I remained at the House of Learning
Six years, while goodwill greeted me with a smiling face.
وَمرتبي الشَهريّ فيها قَد غَدا
غيناً سِوى راءٍ بِفَرط غياش
And there my monthly salary indeed became
My only wealth—a mere letter rāʾ—through outrageous fraud.
وَرَجَوت مِن فَيض المَراحم رُتبةً
وَزِيادة في رفعة وَمَعاش
From the abundance of royal favor I hoped for a rank
And an increase in standing and salary.
لَكن تعرّض للنظارة أَلكنٌ
فَرَمى الحَشا بِمَصائب وَغَواشي
But a tongue-tied man put himself forward for the directorship
And struck my heart with calamities and overwhelming woes.
وَأَرادَ رفعته وَخفضي في الوَرى
بِسَفيه آراءٍ وَعَقل مطاش
He sought his own advancement and my abasement among mankind
Through a fool of errant opinions and a deranged mind.
وَالدَهر عاندني وَسالم أَبكماً
حَتّى تَعدّى رُتبةَ البكباشي
Fortune opposed me, yet made peace with a mute man
Until he surpassed even the rank of bikbashi.
فَإليك يا ملكي رفعت قَضيتي
لَما بُليت بِقَصِّ بَعض رِياشي
So to you, my king, I submit my grievance:
For I was afflicted by the clipping of some of my plumage.
فَعَساك تَنظر لي بِعَدلك مَرةً
لِيَزول عَني جور وَغدٍ راش
Perhaps you will look upon my case justly, for once,
So the oppression of a base bribe-giver may leave me;
وَأَعيش في ظل الصَدارة بَعدَها
شُكري يَزيد وَعطر مَدحي فاشي
And afterward I may live beneath the shade of high office,
My gratitude increasing, the fragrance of my praise spreading far.
لَولا الحَياء لَقُلت قَولاً صادِقاً
يُنبيك أَني لَست فيهِ بِواشي
Were it not for modesty, I would utter a truthful statement,
Telling you that in this I am no slanderer.
إِن السَراب لَدى الهَجير يَظنه ال
ظمآن ماءً مِن أَليم عطاش
At blazing noon, the mirage is thought by the—
Thirsting man—to be water, from the torment of fierce thirst.
وَسِواك يُخطئ فهمه في
أَعمى عَلَيهِ قِيافة الأَوباش
Anyone but you would misconstrue its meaning—
A blind man bearing the very guise of the rabble.
وَاللَه ما تَرضى لِدار
بمذلة مِن ناظر
By God, you would never permit the House of Learning
To suffer humiliation at the hands of a superintendent.
فَسَلعَن حَقيقة أَمره
فَلَقَد حَشاه بِالجَهالة حاشي
So inquire into the truth of his conduct:
For a hanger-on has indeed stuffed him full of ignorance.
وَالبَعض في التَعليم منا شائبٌ
وَالبَعض مِنا في التَعلُّم ناشي
Some of us in education have already gone gray,
While others among us are still novices in learning.
وَالكُل في مَتن المَعارف راكب
وَالجَهل فيهِ أَخوماشي
Yet everyone rides upon the back of the House of Learning,
And ignorance there is the twin of my salary.
وَكَفى دَليلاً جَهلُه بِلسانه
وَكَلامه بالعيّ كَالأَحباش
His ignorance upon his tongue is proof enough,
And his speech, in its inarticulacy, is like the Abyssinians’.
فَاعذر فديتك مِن مَليك عادل
شَكواي في رَجل بِغَير تحاشي
So pardon me—may I be your ransom, O just king—
For my unreserved complaint against a man.
وَاِنظُر إِلى ضعفي وَقوّة بغيه
وَاخمد بعدلك نار ظلم غاشي
Look upon my weakness and the might of his oppression,
And with your justice quench the blaze of engulfing wrong.
أَو لا فأمري يا مَليك مفوّض
لِلّه في خَصمي وَلَستُ بخاشي
Or else, my king, my affair is entrusted
To God against my adversary, and I am unafraid.
فَهُوَ العَليم بِما لَقيت مِن الأَسى
وَبكسر قَلب واجب ومحاشي
For He knows well the anguish I have endured,
And the breaking of a pounding heart—and of my very innards.
Sol 5.6