إِذاif ماever أَلمَّتbefall بيme خُطوبُthe calamities of زَمانيmy time
إِذا ما أَلمَّت بي خُطوبُ زَماني
وَفوّقand nocks دَهريmy fate سَهمَهits arrow وَرَمانيand shoots at me
وَفوّق دَهري سَهمَه وَرَماني
If ever the calamities of my time befall me,
And my fate nocks its arrow and shoots at me,
وَضاقَتand closes in عليّupon me الأَرضُthe earth بَعدَafter اِتساعهاits spaciousness
وَضاقَت عليّ الأَرضُ بَعدَ اِتساعها
وَرامَand seek أُناسٌsome people ذلتيmy abasement وَهَوانيand my humiliation
وَرامَ أُناسٌ ذلتي وَهَواني
And the earth, once so spacious, closes in on me,
And some people seek my abasement and humiliation,
فَلستthen I do not أُباليcare بِالزَمانabout time وَغَدرِهand its treachery
فَلست أُبالي بِالزَمان وَغَدرِه
وَليand I have حَكَمٌan arbiter يُخشَىwho is feared بِكُلِّin every مَكانplace
وَلي حَكَمٌ يُخشَى بِكُلِّ مَكان
Yet I care nothing for time and its treachery,
For I have an arbiter feared everywhere:
أَميرٌa prince حَليمforbearing عادلjust ومؤيدand supported
أَميرٌ حَليم عادل ومؤيد
حَوىhe embodied مِنfrom ضُروبkinds of الفَضلexcellence خَيرthe finest مَعانqualities
حَوى مِن ضُروب الفَضل خَير مَعان
A prince, forbearing, just, and upheld,
Who embodies the finest qualities of every kind of excellence.
بَداappeared بَسماءin the sky of العلمlearning فيin مصرَEgypt بَدرُهhis full moon
بَدا بَسماء العلم في مصرَ بَدرُه
فأشرقand so grew bright مِنهُfrom it حالكُthe deep darkness of المَلَوانnight and day
فأشرق مِنهُ حالكُ المَلَوان
His full moon appeared in the sky of learning in Egypt,
And through it the darkness of night and day grew bright.
فَياso, O قطبpivot of دائرةthe circle of المَعارفknowledge وَالعُلاand eminence
فَيا قطب دائرة المَعارف وَالعُلا
لَقَدindeed عيلwas exhausted صَبريmy patience وَالمَنامand sleep جَفانيshunned me
لَقَد عيل صَبري وَالمَنام جَفاني
So, O pivot of the circle of knowledge and eminence,
My patience is indeed exhausted, and sleep has shunned me.
وَحاشاكand far be it from you ياO مَولايmy lord تَأخذto punish خادِماًa servant
وَحاشاك يا مَولاي تَأخذ خادِماً
بِقَولon the word of ظَلومٍan oppressor ملَّنيgrew weary of me وَقلانيand loathed me
بِقَول ظَلومٍ ملَّني وَقلاني
Far be it from you, my lord, to punish a servant
On the word of an oppressor who tired of me and loathed me.
فَإِنِّيَfor indeed I مَحسوبٌam counted عَلَيكunder your patronage وَلَيسَand there is not ليfor me
فَإِنِّيَ مَحسوبٌ عَلَيك وَلَيسَ لي
سِوىexcept بابِكyour door العاليlofty فَفيهِfor in it أَمانيmy safety
سِوى بابِك العالي فَفيهِ أَماني
For I am under your patronage, and I have nothing
Save your lofty door, for there lies my safety.
Sol 6.1