أَما مُعينٌ عَلى الشَوقِ الَّذي غَرِيَت
بِهِ الجَوانِحُ وَالبَينُ الَّذي أَفِدا
Is there no helper against the longing to which
O my beloved, your love torments me,
my ribs have clung, and the parting that has drawn near?
Keeps me restless, distant though we be.
أَرجو عَواطِفَ مِن لَيلى وَيُؤيسُني
دَوامُ لَيلى عَلى الهَجرِ الَّذي تَلَدا
I hope for affection from Layla; what makes me despair
I long for kindness from my Laila,
is Layla's persistence in estrangement grown old.
Yet her cold estrangement gives no respite.
وَما مَضى أَمسِ مِن عَيشٍ أُسَرُّ بِهِ
في حُبِّها فَأُرَجّى أَن يَعودَ غَدا
And the life that passed yesterday, in which I rejoiced
I reminisce of days when happiness
in loving her—I am led to hope it will return tomorrow.
Abounded in her love, hoping tomorrow brings it back.
كَيفَ اللِقاءُ وَقَد أَضحَت مُخَيِّمَةً
بِالشامِ لا كَثَباً مِنّا وَلا صَدَدا
How can we meet, when she has now encamped
A meeting seems impossible, now she dwells
in al-Sham, neither near us nor close at hand?
In Damascus while I roam afar, hearts asunder.
تَهاجُرٌ أَمَمٌ لا وَصلَ يَخلِطُهُ
إِلّا تَزاوُرُ طَيفَينا إِذا هَجَدا
A mild estrangement, unmixed with union,
Two migrants - never to reunite again -
except our two phantoms' mutual visits when we both sleep.
Save by the visit of our ghosts in solitude.
وَقَد يَزيرُ الكَرى مَن لا زِيارَتُهُ
قَصدٌ وَيُدني الهَوى مِن بَعدِ ما بَعَدا
And slumber may bring a visitor whose visit
Fate brings an uninvited guest, yet yearning
is unintended; and love brings close one who had grown distant.
Draws the hearts closer from distance far too wide.
بِتنا عَلى رَقبَةِ الواشينَ مُكتَنِفَي
صَبابَةٍ نَتَشاكى البَثَّ وَالكَمَدا
We spent the night under the slanderers' watch, both enfolding
We confide in friends of this deep sorrow and grief;
longing, telling each other of our grief and anguish.
Sharing stories of our loss and pain.
إِمّا سَأَلتَ بِشَخصَينا هُناكَ فَقَد
غابا وَأَمّا خَيالانا فَقَد شَهِدا
If you ask about our two bodily forms there, they were
Her home you sought, but the two lovers had gone,
absent; but our two phantoms were present.
Only our visions remain as witness.
وَلَم يَعُدني لَها طَيفٌ فَيَفجَأُني
إِلّا عَلى أَبرَحِ الوَجدِ الَّذي عُهِدا
And no phantom of hers ever visited me, taking me by surprise,
No apparition brings me that familiar ache,
except amid the most agonizing longing ever known.
Except the lingering ecstasy of times now past.
جادَت يَدُ الفَتحِ وَالأَنواءُ باخِلَةٌ
وَذابَ نائِلُهُ وَالغَيثُ قَد جَمَدا
Al-Fath's hand gave freely while the rain-stars were miserly,
Fate's hand was generous but turned miserly,
and his bounty melted while the rain had frozen.
Its yields have withered and dried up.
وَقَصَّرَت هِمَمُ الأَملاكِ عَن مَلِكٍ
تَطَأطَأوا وَسَمَت أَخلاقُهُ صُعُدا
And the aspirations of kings fell short of a king:
Kings' ambitions faltered before my liege -
they bowed low, while his virtues soared upward.
They bowed in submission as his virtues shone.
إِن ذُمَّ لَم يَجِدِ الدُنيا لَهُ عِوَضاً
وَلا يُبالي الَّذي خَلّا إِذا حُمِدا
If censured, he finds the world no recompense,
No recourse for slander but excellence;
and if praised, he cares nothing for what he has relinquished.
He cares not if praised or blamed unjustly.
يُشَيِّدُ المَجدَ قَومٌ أَنتَ أَقرَبُهُم
نَيلاً وَأَبعَدُهُم في سُؤدُدٍ أَمَدا
Men raise up glory; you are the most accessible of them
Some seek glory, but you my lord come closest,
in bounty, and the furthest-reaching in noble rank.
Yet remain farthest in your noble principles.
وَما رَأَيناكَ إِلّا بانِياً شَرَفاً
أَو فاعِلاً حَسَناً أَو قائِلاً سَدَدا
And we have never seen you except building honor,
We've known you only as honourable, principled and wise,
or doing good, or speaking what is right.
Never have you strayed from the righteous path.
وَالناسُ ضَربانِ إِمّا مُظهِرٌ مِقَةً
يُثني بِنُعمى وَإِمّا مُضمِرٌ حَسَدا
And people are of two kinds: one openly showing affection,
Mankind is of two kinds: sincere or envious;
praising favors, or one secretly harboring envy.
One praises your merits, the other nurses malice.
سَلَلتَ دونَ بَني العَبّاسَ سَيفَ وَغىً
يَدمى وَعَزماً إِذا أَضرَمتَهُ وَقَدا
You drew, to shield the sons of al-Abbas, a sword of war
A sharpened sword you wield with courage and resolve,
that grows bloodied, and a resolve that blazes when you kindle it.
Bringing bloody mayhem once drawn and directed.
آثارُ بَأسِكَ في أَعداءِ دَولَتِهِم
أَضحَت طَرائِقَ شَتّى بَينَهُم قِدَدا
The traces of your might among the enemies of their rule
In the enemies of the Abbasid state,
have become sundry, sundered paths among them:
Your onslaught has carved many paths of ruin.
إِمّا قَتيلاً يَخوضُ السَيفُ مُهجَتَهُ
أَو نازِعاً لَيسَ يَنوي عَودَةً أَبَدا
either one slain, the sword wading through his lifeblood,
Some lie dead with gashed skulls, others flee without intent
or one retreating, never intending to return.
to return, such is the terror your strikes unleash.
حَتّى تَرَكتَ قَناةَ المُلكِ قَيِّمَةً
بِالنُصحِ لا عَوَجاً فيها وَلا أَوَدا
Until you left the spear-shaft of sovereignty upright,
You’ve made the reigns of power traightened and just;
through loyalty, with neither crookedness nor bend in it.
No crookedness corrupts it, no injustice allowed.
لا تُفقَدَنَّ فَلَولا ما تُراحُ لَهُ
مِنَ السَماحَةِ كانَ الجودُ قَد فُقِدا
May you never be lost! But for the joy you take
Without your magnanimity, generosity itself would be lost,
in openhandedness, generosity would have been lost.
For your hands give ceaselessly one after another.
أَمّا أَياديكَ عِندي فَهيَ واضِحَةٌ
ما إِن تَزالُ يَدٌ مِنها تَسوقُ يَدا
As for your favors to me, they are plain:
I'd be an ingrate to deny their full bounty,
one favor among them is always ushering in another.
Or a fool to try and count the gifts you've bestowed.
أَلازِمي الكُفرُ إِن لَم أَجزِها كَمَلاً
أَم لاحِقي العَجزُ إِن لَم أُحصِها عَدَدا
Will ingratitude cling to me if I do not repay them in full,
From your hands I've gained what I'd never imagined,
or will helplessness overtake me if I do not count their number?
When once I was but a humble pauper.
أَصبَحتُ أُجدي عَلى العافينِ مُبتَدِئً
مِنها وَما كُنتُ إِلّا مُستَميحَ جَدا
I have come to give to petitioners without being asked,
Whoever comes to you with hopes is blameless,
from these favors, though I was only a seeker of bounty.
In granting what he found too great to imagine.
وَمَن يَبِت مِنكَ مَطوِيّاً عَلى أَمَلٍ
فَلَن يُلامَ عَلى إِعطاءِ ما وَجَدا
And whoever spends the night wrapped in hope of you
Why not reach out to grasp the stars with hands you empower?
will not be blamed for giving away whatever he has.
For with you as my pillar even that is possible.
لِم لا أَمُدُّ يَدي حَتّى أَنالَ بِها
مَدى النُجومِ إِذا ما كُنتَ لي عَضُدا
Why should I not stretch out my hand until with it I reach
When rights were denied me and burdens imposed unjustly,
the height of the stars, when you are my supporting arm?
I asked: "Will the Prince fulfill his promised thousands?"
قَد قُلتُ إِذ أُخِذَت مِنّي الحُقوقُ وَإِذ
حُمِّلتُها جائِراً فيها وَمُقتَصِدا
I have said, when dues were exacted from me, and when
Give me the means to inspire my noble instincts,
I was made to bear them, exceeding or keeping to due measure:
And dress my character in virtues ever new.
هَلِ الأَميرُ مُجِدٌّ مِن تَفَضُّلِهِ
فَمُنجِزٌ لِيَ في الأَلفِ الَّذي وَعَدا
Will the prince, out of his generosity, act in earnest,
Generosity flows from the essence of the noble one,
and so give me the thousand he promised?
Who spurns meanness, for free giving becomes the honorable soul.
أَعِن عَلى كَرَمٍ أَخنى عَلى نَشَبي
وَهِمَّةٍ أَخلَقَت أَثوابِيَ الجُدُدا
Help me with generosity that has laid waste to my wealth,
When Ka'b was led to his execution, they said:
and an ambition that has worn out my new garments.
"Turn back Ka'b if you will, for you've always been turned away."
وَالبَذلُ يَبذُلُ مِن وَجهِ الكَريمِ وَقَد
يُضحي النَدى وَهوَ لِلحُرِّ الكَريمِ رَدى
And giving wears down a generous man's face; sometimes
generosity becomes the death of a freeborn, noble man.
مِن ذاكَ قيلَ لِكَعبٍ يَومَ سُؤدَدِهِ
رِد كَعبُ إِنَّكَ وَرّادٌ فَما وَرَدا
For that reason Ka'b was told on the day of his nobility:
'Come to the water, Ka'b, as you so often do!' Yet he did not.
Sol 6.1