ياO أَيُّهاyou المَلكthe king المَنعوتdescribed فيin الكُتبِthe books
يا أَيُّها المَلك المَنعوت في الكُتبِ
بِالحَزمfor prudence وَالعَزمand resolve بَينَamong العَجمnon-Arabs وَالعَربِand Arabs
بِالحَزم وَالعَزم بَينَ العَجم وَالعَربِ
O king, described in the books
O king renowned in books
as prudent and resolute among non-Arabs and Arabs,
For wisdom and resolve 'mongst Arabs and non-Arabs
وَمَنand the one who بِهِthrough him مَصرهhis Egypt الغَرّاءradiant طالعهاher rising star
وَمَن بِهِ مَصره الغَرّاء طالعها
أَضحىbecame سَعيداًfortunate وَفازَتand she attained مِنهُfrom him بِالأَربthe desired end
أَضحى سَعيداً وَفازَت مِنهُ بِالأَرب
And you, through whom your radiant Egypt's star
And he whose starry Egypt rose by it
has become fortunate, and she has gained from you her desire,
Became happy and gained much thereby
لاnot أَرتجيكI appeal to you لإنجازfor fulfilling الَّذيthat which وَعدتpromised
لا أَرتجيك لإنجاز الَّذي وَعدت
بِهِof it مَعاليكYour Excellency مِنof بَذلٍbounty وَمِنand of رُتبranks
بِهِ مَعاليك مِن بَذلٍ وَمِن رُتب
I do not appeal to you to fulfill what was promised
I do not plead with you to fulfil
by Your Excellency—bounty and ranks.
The promises your Highness made of gifts and ranks
فَأَنتَfor you are غَيثlife-giving rain وَإِنَّand indeed الغَيثthe rain عادتهits custom
فَأَنتَ غَيث وَإِنَّ الغَيث عادته
يَأتيit comes فيرويand so quenches thirst بِلاwithout وَعدٍa promise وَلاand without طَلَبa request
يَأتي فيروي بِلا وَعدٍ وَلا طَلَب
For you are life-giving rain, and indeed rain's custom is
For you are a downpour, and a downpour's way
to come and quench thirst without promise or request.
Is to come unasked, pouring boons that none did seek
ولَمand did not تَكُنbe مِنكَfrom you عَينُthe eye العَدلof justice نائِمَةًasleep
ولَم تَكُن مِنكَ عَينُ العَدل نائِمَةً
عَنيof me وَإنand though أَدرَكننيovertook me حرفةill fortune الأَدبliterature
عَني وَإن أَدرَكنني حرفة الأَدب
Nor has your eye of justice slumbered
Nor was the eye of justice sleeping in you
heedless of me, though the ill fortune of letters has overtaken me.
About me, though to making verse my craft I cleave
Sol 6.1