أَلاListen! ياO بَنيsons of الآدابِthe literary arts ماwhat العُذرُthe excuse عَنfor ذَنبيmy sin
أَلا يا بَني الآدابِ ما العُذرُ عَن ذَنبي
إِذاif لَمnot يَكُنthere be لِلشِعرِfor poetry بُدٌّescape مِنَfrom العَتبِreproach
إِذا لَم يَكُن لِلشِعرِ بُدٌّ مِنَ العَتبِ
Listen, sons of letters: what excuse is there for my sin,
Alas, O men of arts, what excuse is there for my sin
if poetry cannot escape reproach?
If poetry must have some reproach
لِأَنِّيَfor I لَمّاwhen صُغتُهُI fashioned it وَنَظَمتُهُand strung it together
لِأَنِّيَ لَمّا صُغتُهُ وَنَظَمتُهُ
مَدَحتُI praised بِهِwith it مَنone who ماnot خَلاwas free قَطُّever مِنfrom سَبّيmy abuse
مَدَحتُ بِهِ مَن ما خَلا قَطُّ مِن سَبّي
For when I fashioned it and strung it together,
Because when I composed it and strung the verses together
I praised with it one never spared my abuse:
I praised with it one who was never free from vileness
خَسيساًa base man مِنَamong القَوّادِthe commanders قُدتُI drove قَصائِديmy odes
خَسيساً مِنَ القَوّادِ قُدتُ قَصائِدي
إِلَيهِto him فَماbut not كانَwas اِنتِجاعيmy quest for pasture إِلىtoward خَصبِfertile ground
إِلَيهِ فَما كانَ اِنتِجاعي إِلى خَصبِ
a base man among the commanders—I drove my odes
Abase pimp - to him I addressed my poems
to him; but my quest for pasture led to no fertile ground.
Yet I gained no fertile land from him
حَمَلتُI loaded عَلىupon أَكوارِهاtheir camel-saddles كُلَّevery مُعجِزٍmarvel
حَمَلتُ عَلى أَكوارِها كُلَّ مُعجِزٍ
مِنَof الجَوهَرِthe jewels الشَفّافِtranslucent وَالذَهَبِand the gold الرَطبِsupple
مِنَ الجَوهَرِ الشَفّافِ وَالذَهَبِ الرَطبِ
Upon their camel-saddles I loaded every marvel
I loaded them with all manner of wonders
of translucent jewels and supple gold.
Of clear gems and moist gold
فَلَمّاbut when دَنَتthey drew near مِنto فَهمِهِhis understanding ضاعَwas wasted وَخدُهاtheir swift gait
فَلَمّا دَنَت مِن فَهمِهِ ضاعَ وَخدُها
وَماand not حَصَلَتthey obtained مِنهُfrom him عَلىupon مَنزِلٍa lodging رَحبِspacious
وَما حَصَلَت مِنهُ عَلى مَنزِلٍ رَحبِ
But when they neared his understanding, their swift strides were wasted,
But when they drew near to his understanding they went astray
and they received no spacious lodging from him.
And I gained from him no spacious lodging
كَذَبتُI lied عَليهِabout him فيin الَّذيwhat جِئتُهُI came to him بِهِwith it
كَذَبتُ عَليهِ في الَّذي جِئتُهُ بِهِ
فَعوقِبتُso I was punished بِالحِرمانِwith deprivation مِنon جَهَةِaccount of الكَذِبِlying
فَعوقِبتُ بِالحِرمانِ مِن جَهَةِ الكَذِبِ
I lied about him in what I brought him,
I lied about him in that which I brought to him
so I was punished with deprivation for lying.
So I was punished by being deprived of lying
فَتَبّاًso damnation لِدُنياupon a world أَحوَجَتنيmade me dependent لِمِثلِهِon one like him
فَتَبّاً لِدُنيا أَحوَجَتني لِمِثلِهِ
فَكَمfor how many أَسَدٍa lion قَدindeed أَحوَجَتهُit made him dependent إِلىon كَلبِa dog
فَكَم أَسَدٍ قَد أَحوَجَتهُ إِلى كَلبِ
So damn the world that made me need his like—
Curse a world that made me need the likes of him
for how many a lion has it made dependent on a dog!
How many lions has it made need dogs!
Sol 6.1