وَشاعِرٍAnd a poet جُملَتهُthe sum of him أَنَّهُthat he
وَشاعِرٍ جُملَتهُ أَنَّهُ
مَنwhoever ذاقَهُtastes him اِستَطعَمَهُfinds his taste مُرّاbitter
مَن ذاقَهُ اِستَطعَمَهُ مُرّا
And a poet, the sum of whom is this:
whoever tastes him finds him bitter.
لاnot يَسلُكُstrings together الشَملَthe gathered whole لَهُof his خاطِرٌa thought
لا يَسلُكُ الشَملَ لَهُ خاطِرٌ
إِذاwhen أَصابَencounters المَنهَجَthe path الوَعراrugged
إِذا أَصابَ المَنهَجَ الوَعرا
No thought of his strings the whole together
when it encounters the rugged path.
عاتَبَنيhe chided me يَوماًone day عَلىfor رِقَّتيmy tenderness
عاتَبَني يَوماً عَلى رِقَّتي
وَقالَand he said لاdo not تُفسِدspoil بِهاwith it الشِعراpoetry
وَقالَ لا تُفسِد بِها الشِعرا
He chided me one day for my tenderness,
and said, “Do not spoil poetry with it.”
فَقُلتُso I said هَذاthis هَوليit is for me مَذهَبٌa way
فَقُلتُ هَذا هَولي مَذهَبٌ
فَخَلِّنيso let me be ماءًwater وَكُنand be صَخراrock
فَخَلِّني ماءً وَكُن صَخرا
So I said, “This is my way;
so let me be water, and you be rock.”
Sol 6.1