أصَبْتَyou struck عَيْنَthe eye of المهَاthe oryx يَاO مَوْتُDeath بِالرَّمَدِwith ophthalmia
أصَبْتَ عَيْنَ المهَا يَا مَوْتُ بِالرَّمَدِ
وَقَدْand indeed أهَضْتَyou broke جَنَاحَthe wing of المَجْدglory فَاتَّئِدِso go gently
وَقَدْ أهَضْتَ جَنَاحَ المَجْد فَاتَّئِدِ
You struck the oryx's eye, O Death, with ophthalmia.
My eye has been struck with blindness, oh Death, with cataracts,
And you have broken glory's wing, so go gently.
And you have folded the wing of glory, so take rest.
جَدَعْتَyou severed مَارِنِيَthe soft tip of my nose الأقْنَىaquiline وَعنand with غَرَضintent
جَدَعْتَ مَارِنِيَ الأقْنَى وَعن غَرَض
رميتَyou afflicted جفنِيَmy eyelid بَعْدَafter المَوْتِdeath بِالسَّهَدِwith sleeplessness
رميتَ جفنِيَ بَعْدَ المَوْتِ بِالسَّهَدِ
You severed the tip of my aquiline nose, and deliberately
You have lopped off the lofty branches, and for no reason
you afflicted my eyelid with sleeplessness after death.
Cast my eyelid, after death, into oblivion.
هَدَمْتَyou demolished مَاwhat شِيدَwas built منْof رُكْنِthe pillar of الفخارpride ولمand did not
هَدَمْتَ مَا شِيدَ منْ رُكْنِ الفخار ولم
تَتْرُكْyou leave لَهُfor it أبداever بَادٍanything visible إلَىuntil الأبدِeternity
تَتْرُكْ لَهُ أبدا بَادٍ إلَى الأبدِ
You demolished what was built of pride's pillar, and
You have demolished what was built up as pillars of pottery, and left
left nothing visible of it, forevermore.
No ruins for it, no remnants, unto eternity.
نَاجزتَyou settled promptly فيin صَرْفِthe exchange of آجَالٍlifespans قَدِalready اقْتَرَبَتhave drawn near
نَاجزتَ في صَرْفِ آجَالٍ قَدِ اقْتَرَبَت
إذْfor لاَnot تُسَلِّمهَاyou surrender them إلاَّexcept يَداًa hand بيدِto a hand
إذْ لاَ تُسَلِّمهَا إلاَّ يَداً بيدِ
You promptly settled the exchange of lifespans drawing near,
You bargained, in the drawing of lives that had drawn nigh,
for you surrender them only hand to hand.
Since you would deliver them only hand in hand.
كَمْhow much زِدْتَyou increased فِيin نقصكyour diminishing of العلياgreatness جَوَىthe anguish of كَبِدٍa liver
كَمْ زِدْتَ فِي نقصك العليا جَوَى كَبِدٍ
حَرَّىburning hot فَيَاso O لَيْتَwould that لمnot تُنْقِصْyou diminished وَلمand not تَزِدِyou increased
حَرَّى فَيَا لَيْتَ لم تُنْقِصْ وَلم تَزِدِ
How much, by diminishing greatness, you increased the anguish of a liver
How you increased in your loss the burning agony of my heart—
burning hot! Would that you had neither diminished nor increased.
It blazed, and oh, would that you had not diminished and not increased!
وَكَمْand how many تَركْتَyou left رُبُوعاًdwellings لَيْسَnot يعمرهَاinhabit them
وَكَمْ تَركْتَ رُبُوعاً لَيْسَ يعمرهَا
سوَىexcept الحَدَايَةِthe kite وَالخُطَّافِand the swallow وَالصرَدِand the shrike
سوَى الحَدَايَةِ وَالخُطَّافِ وَالصرَدِ
And how many dwellings you left with no inhabitants
And how many springs you left where none shall dwell
save the kite, the swallow, and the shrike.
Save the wolves, and owls, and chirping crickets.
وَكَمْand how many قَطَعْتَyou cut غُصُوناًbranches غَيْرَةًout of jealousy فَذَوَتْso they withered
وَكَمْ قَطَعْتَ غُصُوناً غَيْرَةً فَذَوَتْ
كَأنَّكَas though you القَلْبthe heart مجبُولfashioned علىfor الحسدِenvy
كَأنَّكَ القَلْب مجبُول على الحسدِ
And how many branches you cut in jealousy, so they withered,
And how many branches you severed through jealousy, till they withered
as though your heart were fashioned for envy.
As if you were a heart naturally prone to envy.
وَكَمْand how many أخذتَyou took حَلِيفاًan ally للِسَّخَاءِof generosity وكَمْand how many
وَكَمْ أخذتَ حَلِيفاً للِسَّخَاءِ وكَمْ
تَرَكْتَyou left زَنْدَthe forearm of النَّدَىgenerosity كَفَّاa hand بِلاّwithout عَضُدِan upper arm
تَرَكْتَ زَنْدَ النَّدَى كَفَّا بِلاّ عَضُدِ
And how many allies of generosity you took, and how often
And how you took as fellow traveler generosity, while you
you left generosity's forearm a hand without an upper arm.
Left the dew’s bough without even a single prop.
وكَمْand how many تَركْتyou left أباًa father يَبْكِيweeping عَلَىover ولدa child
وكَمْ تَركْت أباً يَبْكِي عَلَى ولد
أذَقْتَهُyou made him taste طَعْمthe taste of ثُكْلِthe bereavement of الأمّa mother للولدِfor the child
أذَقْتَهُ طَعْم ثُكْلِ الأمّ للولدِ
And how many fathers you left weeping over a child,
And how you left a father weeping for a son
making them taste a mother's bereavement for her child.
Whose taste of separation’s bitterness you made him taste.
وَكَمْand how many لُحُودِburial niches قُبُورٍof graves قدalready نَثَرْتyou scattered بهَاin them
وَكَمْ لُحُودِ قُبُورٍ قد نَثَرْت بهَا
أعْضَاءَlimbs of حسنٍbeauty كمثلlike الجوهرjewels النَّضِدِarranged in rows
أعْضَاءَ حسنٍ كمثل الجوهر النَّضِدِ
And in how many burial niches of graves you scattered
And how many smoothed graves over which you scattered
beautiful limbs, like jewels arranged in rows.
Limbs of beauty, like precious pearls.
وَكَمْand how often تَوَسَّدْتَهَاyou took them as a pillow رأساًa head بِلاَwithout عنقa neck
وَكَمْ تَوَسَّدْتَهَا رأساً بِلاَ عنق
كَمَاjust as ارْتَدَيْتَyou clothed yourself بِهَاin them ثَوْباًa robe بِلاَwithout جَسَدِa body
كَمَا ارْتَدَيْتَ بِهَا ثَوْباً بِلاَ جَسَدِ
And how often you took them as a pillow, a head without a neck,
And you made them pillows without necks
as you clothed yourself in them, a robe without a body.
Just as you clothed them in gowns without bodies.
وَكَمْand how many تَرَكْتَyou left أميناًa trustworthy person غَيْرَnot مُؤْتَمَنٍtrusted
وَكَمْ تَرَكْتَ أميناً غَيْرَ مُؤْتَمَنٍ
كَمَاjust as تَرَكْتَyou left عِمَاداًa pillar غَيْرَnot مُعْتَمَدِrelied upon
كَمَا تَرَكْتَ عِمَاداً غَيْرَ مُعْتَمَدِ
And how many trustworthy men you left no longer trusted,
And how you left behind trustees untrustworthy
as you left a pillar no longer relied upon.
Just as you left pillars without firm support.
وَكَمْand how often ترقَّيتَyou ascended مَرْقىًa height عَزَّwas difficult مَدْركُهُits attainment
وَكَمْ ترقَّيتَ مَرْقىً عَزَّ مَدْركُهُ
وكَمْand how often تَخَلَّلْتَyou penetrated حَتَّىeven غَابَةِthe thicket of الأسُدِthe lions
وكَمْ تَخَلَّلْتَ حَتَّى غَابَةِ الأسُدِ
And how often you ascended a height hard to attain,
And how you climbed by steps too high to be attained,
and how often you penetrated even the lions' thicket.
And crept even into the lions' den.
يَاO مُرْتَدٍone clothed بِالشَّبَابِin youth الغَضّfresh مُنْتَشياًintoxicated
يَا مُرْتَدٍ بِالشَّبَابِ الغَضّ مُنْتَشياً
مِنْfrom كأسِهِits cup هَلْhas? أحَبَّloved السكرَdrunkenness ذُوone possessing رَشَدِsound judgment
مِنْ كأسِهِ هَلْ أحَبَّ السكرَ ذُو رَشَدِ
O you clothed in fresh youth, intoxicated
O you who don the garb of youth still green and unripe,
from its cup—has anyone of sound judgment loved drunkenness?
Has the sober one ever loved the wine from his cup?
لاَdo not تَغْتَرِرْbe deceived بِشَبَابٍby youth أنْتَyou تَهْدِمُهُare destroying it
لاَ تَغْتَرِرْ بِشَبَابٍ أنْتَ تَهْدِمُهُ
أنthat المنيَّةdeath لاَnot تُبْقِيspares عَلَىupon أحدِanyone
أن المنيَّة لاَ تُبْقِي عَلَى أحدِ
Do not be deceived by youth that you yourself are destroying;
Do not be fooled by a youth that you demolish—
death indeed spares no one.
Death leaves no one alive eternally.
وَيَاand O أخَاbrother of الشيبgray hair لِمْwhy لاَnot تَنْهَrestrain نفسكyourself عنfrom
وَيَا أخَا الشيب لِمْ لاَ تَنْهَ نفسك عن
مَاwhat قَدْalready جَنَتْit committed مِنْof فَسَادٍcorruption جَلَّgrew immense عنbeyond عَدَدِcounting
مَا قَدْ جَنَتْ مِنْ فَسَادٍ جَلَّ عن عَدَدِ
And you, brother of gray hair, why do you not restrain yourself from
And O my brother white of hair, why do you not forbid yourself
the corruption you have committed, beyond all counting?
From the corruption that is far too manifest to be numbered?
هَبِsuppose الشَّبَابَyouth لَهُfor it عذرan excuse بِصَاحبِهِfor its possessor
هَبِ الشَّبَابَ لَهُ عذر بِصَاحبِهِ
مَاwhat عُذْرُexcuse أشيبَa gray-haired man فِيin العصْيَانِdisobedience مُنْفَرِدِalone
مَا عُذْرُ أشيبَ فِي العصْيَانِ مُنْفَرِدِ
Grant that youth affords its possessor an excuse:
Grant the youth his excuse along with his companion—
what excuse has a gray-haired man alone in disobedience?
What excuse is there for the gray-haired in solitary disobedience?
لاdo not تَحْسَبَنَّever suppose سُرُوراًhappiness دَائِماًlasting أبداforever
لا تَحْسَبَنَّ سُرُوراً دَائِماً أبدا
مَنْwhoever سَرَّهُdelighted him اليَوْمُtoday وَافَاُهcame to him اكتِئَابُthe gloom of غَدِtomorrow
مَنْ سَرَّهُ اليَوْمُ وَافَاُه اكتِئَابُ غَدِ
Never suppose that happiness lasts forever.
Do not ever suppose gladness will be eternal, everlasting,
Whoever today delights, tomorrow's gloom will visit.
If today it delighted you, tomorrow it will beset you with gloom.
والعمرand life ميدَانa field for سبقٍracing والحِمَامُand death مَدىًthe finish
والعمر ميدَان سبقٍ والحِمَامُ مَدىً
وكُلُّand every جَارٍrunner سَيَلْقَىwill meet غَايَةthe end of الأمدِthe allotted span
وكُلُّ جَارٍ سَيَلْقَى غَايَة الأمدِ
Life is a racecourse, and death its finish;
For life is an arena of contention, and death the finishing line,
and every runner will meet the end of the allotted span.
And every companion shall meet his appointed term.
يَاO ليلةnight باعتلاجamid the turmoil of البرقlightning قَدْindeed عَلِقَتْhung suspended
يَا ليلة باعتلاج البرق قَدْ عَلِقَتْ
جوزَاؤُهَاits al-Jawza constellation كَاعتلاَقlike the attachment of القلبthe heart بِالكَبِدِto the liver
جوزَاؤُهَا كَاعتلاَق القلب بِالكَبِدِ
O night, amid the lightning's tumult, there hung
O night of lightning flickering, your walnuts have clung
your al-Jawza, as the heart is bound to the liver.
Together, as the heart clings to the liver.
أبديتِyou revealed مِثْلَthe like of الذِيwhat أدبرتِyou left behind منof قَلَقٍunrest
أبديتِ مِثْلَ الذِي أدبرتِ من قَلَقٍ
وَلَمْand not يَكُنْwas بِالذِيlike what أكْمَنْتِyou concealed منof كمدِgrief
وَلَمْ يَكُنْ بِالذِي أكْمَنْتِ من كمدِ
You showed unrest like that which you left behind,
You have perpetuated the same disquiet that fled from you,
but it was not like the grief you had concealed.
And there was no stillness in what you harbored of silence.
وَكَمْand how often تصبرتُI forced myself to endure حَتَّىuntil لاَتَno longer any مُصْطَبَرٍscope for patience
وَكَمْ تصبرتُ حَتَّى لاَتَ مُصْطَبَرٍ
فَالآنَso now أجْهُدُI strive حَتَّىuntil لاتno longer any مُجْتَهَدِscope for effort
فَالآنَ أجْهُدُ حَتَّى لات مُجْتَهَدِ
And how often I forced myself to endure, until no endurance remained;
How much have I had patience until the patient one wearied,
now I strive until there is no room for striving.
And now I strive until the diligent one is exhausted.
عِنْدِيI have شوائِبُmingled traces of حزنsorrow لَوْif رَمَيْتُI cast بِهَاwith them
عِنْدِي شوائِبُ حزن لَوْ رَمَيْتُ بِهَا
عِنْدَat التَّفَجُّعِlamentation هَامَthe heads of الغيثrainclouds لمnot يَجُدِwould pour rain
عِنْدَ التَّفَجُّعِ هَامَ الغيث لم يَجُدِ
I bear mingled sorrows that, were I to cast them
With me are motes of sorrow—had I cast them
in lamentation upon the heads of rainclouds, they would yield no rain.
In my lament, the rain clouds would have found no place.
وحسرةٌand an anguish جَادَهَاwatered it abundantly دمعِيmy tears فَأوْقَدَهَاand so kindled it
وحسرةٌ جَادَهَا دمعِي فَأوْقَدَهَا
وَلَوْand if عَدَتْit assailed بِجَوَاهَاwith its anguish النجمَthe star لمْnot يَقِدِwould blaze
وَلَوْ عَدَتْ بِجَوَاهَا النجمَ لمْ يَقِدِ
And an anguish my tears watered, setting it ablaze;
And a regret my tears brought forth and ignited—
had it assailed the star with its anguish, the star would not have blazed.
Had it returned to its valleys the stars would not have guided.
عمرِيby my life لَقَدْcertainly غَالناhas overwhelmed us الرُّزْءُthe calamity الذيwhich طَرَقَتْcame knocking
عمرِي لَقَدْ غَالنا الرُّزْءُ الذي طَرَقَتْ
بِهِwith it اللَّيَالِيthe nights وَجَلَّand grew too great الخطبُthe ordeal عَنْbeyond جَلَدِendurance
بِهِ اللَّيَالِي وَجَلَّ الخطبُ عَنْ جَلَدِ
By my life, the calamity that came knocking has overwhelmed us,
My life—grievous calamity has befallen me
borne by the nights; the ordeal is beyond endurance.
With which the nights have been covered, and grave sorrows upon sorrows.
هِيَthese are المَقَاديِرfate's decrees فَاقبلso accept مَاwhat حَبَتْكَthey bestowed on you بِهِwith it
هِيَ المَقَاديِر فَاقبل مَا حَبَتْكَ بِهِ
منof آجِلٍa future lot نَضِرٍflourishing أوْor عَاجِلٍan immediate lot نَكِدِtroubled
من آجِلٍ نَضِرٍ أوْ عَاجِلٍ نَكِدِ
These are fate's decrees: accept what they bestow on you,
These are the decrees—so accept what your fate
whether a flourishing future or a troubled present.
Has brought you, of fresh and fertile, or barren and adverse.
فَلِلأمُورِso for events مَوَاقِيتٌappointed times مقدَّرةٌordained
فَلِلأمُورِ مَوَاقِيتٌ مقدَّرةٌ
مَاwhat lies بَيْنَbetween مُنْعَكِسٍreversing course مِنْهَاamong them وَمُطَّرِدِand proceeding steadily
مَا بَيْنَ مُنْعَكِسٍ مِنْهَا وَمُطَّرِدِ
For events have their ordained times,
For the command of things has appointed times,
whether reversing their course or proceeding steadily.
Between those of them that alternate and those that persist.
إنْif لَجَّpersists شَوْقِيmy longing فَلاَthen no بدعwonder لِذِيfor one with عجبastonishment
إنْ لَجَّ شَوْقِي فَلاَ بدع لِذِي عجب
أوْor قَلَّdiminishes صَبْرِيmy patience فَلاَthen no لَوْمblame لِذِيfor one in نكدِdistress
أوْ قَلَّ صَبْرِي فَلاَ لَوْم لِذِي نكدِ
If my longing grows relentless, it should surprise no one;
If my longing retreats, then no wonder for one astonished,
or if my patience dwindles, there is no blame for one in distress.
Or my patience wanes, then no blame on one vexed.
عَيْنan eye مسهدةmade sleepless الأجفَانthe eyelids أرَّقَهَاkept it awake
عَيْن مسهدة الأجفَان أرَّقَهَا
نأيُthe distance of الحَبِيبthe beloved وَقَلْتٌand a hollow (unclear here) نَاحلemaciated الجَسَدِin body
نأيُ الحَبِيب وَقَلْتٌ نَاحل الجَسَدِ
An eye with sleepless lids, kept awake by
An eye with lids weighed down by sleeplessness—
the beloved's distance; and a hollow [unclear reading], wasted in body.
The absence of the beloved and declining health have burdened it.
لهفيmy grief وَهَلْand will? نَافِعيavail me لهفيmy grief عَلَىover وَلدٍa son
لهفي وَهَلْ نَافِعي لهفي عَلَى وَلدٍ
إذَاwhen لجأتُI sought refuge لصبرٍin patience فِيهِconcerning him لمْnot أَجِدِI found any
إذَا لجأتُ لصبرٍ فِيهِ لمْ أَجِدِ
My grief! And will my grief avail me for a son
My craving—is my craving of use?—my craving for a son,
for whom, when I seek refuge in patience, I find none?
When I resort to patience in it, I find none.
لهفيmy grief وَهَلَand will? نَافعِيavail me لهفيmy grief عَلَىover قمرٍa moon
لهفي وَهَلَ نَافعِي لهفي عَلَى قمرٍ
رَمَاهُstruck it بِالخَسْفِwith eclipse نَحْسُthe ill luck of الطَّالِعِthe ascendant النَّكِدِbaleful
رَمَاهُ بِالخَسْفِ نَحْسُ الطَّالِعِ النَّكِدِ
My grief! And will my grief avail me for a moon
My craving—is my craving of use?—my craving for a moon
that the ill luck of a baleful ascendant struck with eclipse?
Cast by ill-omened fortune into eclipse.
لهفَيmy grief ولَهفand the grief of بنْيthe children of الأيَامthe days قاَطبةall together
لهفَي ولَهف بنْي الأيَام قاَطبة
علىover محمدِMuhammad إذْwhen ولَىhe departed ولمْand did not يعِدِpromise; context suggests return
على محمدِ إذْ ولَى ولمْ يعِدِ
My grief, and the grief of all the children of the days,
My craving and craving for days altogether
for Muhammad, when he departed and did not return.
For Muhammad, when he turned away and did not return.
وَكُلُّand every عَيْنٍeye بِمَاءِin the water of الدمعtears فيin غَرَقٍdrowning
وَكُلُّ عَيْنٍ بِمَاءِ الدمع في غَرَقٍ
وَكُلُّand every قَلْبٍheart بِنَارِwith the fire of الشَّوْقِlonging مُتَّقِدِablaze
وَكُلُّ قَلْبٍ بِنَارِ الشَّوْقِ مُتَّقِدِ
And every eye is drowning in the water of tears,
And every eye is drowned in the water of tears,
and every heart burns with the fire of longing.
And every heart aflame with the fire of passion.
لاَdo not أعتبI reproach الزمنَTime المُودِيthe destroyer بسيدهof its master
لاَ أعتب الزمنَ المُودِي بسيده
يَكْفِيهِsuffices for it مَاwhat حَلَّsettled فيin أحْشَاهُits entrails منof كمدِgrief
يَكْفِيهِ مَا حَلَّ في أحْشَاهُ من كمدِ
I do not reproach Time, which carried off its master;
I do not blame time which has terminally illed its master—
the grief that settled in its entrails is enough for it.
What has settled into its bowels is enough burning agony for it.
وَكَمْand how often طَلَبْتُI asked اللَّيَالِيthe nights أنْto تُغَيِّبَهُconceal him
وَكَمْ طَلَبْتُ اللَّيَالِي أنْ تُغَيِّبَهُ
عَنِfrom المنَايَاdeaths فَلَمْbut did not تَفْعَلْthey do so وَلَمْand did not تَكِدِthey come close
عَنِ المنَايَا فَلَمْ تَفْعَلْ وَلَمْ تَكِدِ
And how often I asked the nights to conceal him
And how I asked the nights to hide him
from death, but they did not, nor did they come close.
From death, but they did not, and were not able.
آهٍalas لعطفِfor an apposition of بَيَانٍclarification فِيهِin him ذِيhaving نَسَقِcoordination
آهٍ لعطفِ بَيَانٍ فِيهِ ذِي نَسَقِ
قَدْindeed نَازَعَcontended with القربُnearness فِيهِin it عاملthe governing force of البعدِdistance
قَدْ نَازَعَ القربُ فِيهِ عامل البعدِ
Ah, for an explanatory apposition in him, joined in sequence,
Alas for the charm of eloquence wherein one of graceful gait
where nearness contended with the governing force of distance.
Nearness has contested with the agent of remoteness.
بُنَىَّmy little son لَيْتَكَwould that you لَمْnot تُخْلَقْhad been created لِوَرْيِfor burial in بِلىًdecay
بُنَىَّ لَيْتَكَ لَمْ تُخْلَقْ لِوَرْيِ بِلىً
يَاO لَيْتَنِيwould that I لمnot أُسَمْbe subjected بالصبرto bitter aloes (also patience) عنinstead of شَهَدِhoney
يَا لَيْتَنِي لم أُسَمْ بالصبر عن شَهَدِ
My little son, would that you had not been created for burial in decay!
Would that, my son, you were not created for my misery—
O would that I had not been subjected to bitter aloes instead of honey!
Oh would that I had not been named as patient toward ardour!
وَلَيْتَand would that بدركyour full moon لمnot يَطْلُعْhad risen عَلَىover أفقٍa horizon
وَلَيْتَ بدرك لم يَطْلُعْ عَلَى أفقٍ
وَلَيْتَand would that شمسكyour sun لمْnot تشْرقhad shone عَلَىupon بلدِa land
وَلَيْتَ شمسك لمْ تشْرق عَلَى بلدِ
And would that your full moon had not risen over a horizon,
Would that your full moon had not risen over any horizon,
and would that your sun had not shone upon a land!
And your sun had not shone upon any land.
مَاhow كَانَwere أقصرbrief سَاعَاتthe hours بكfor you ارْتُصِدَتْspent keeping watch
مَا كَانَ أقصر سَاعَات بك ارْتُصِدَتْ
فَلَيْتَنِيso would that I كُنْتُhad been مَوْقُوفاًkept fixed عَلَىat الرَّصَدِthe vigil
فَلَيْتَنِي كُنْتُ مَوْقُوفاً عَلَى الرَّصَدِ
How short were the hours spent keeping watch for you!
How short were the hours I spent with you and held back—
Would that I had been kept at that vigil!
Would that I had been stopped in observing the motions of the stars!
سَقَىmay water الحَيَاthe rain قبرَكyour grave الزاكِيpure وَوَاصَلَهُand may keep visiting it
سَقَى الحَيَا قبرَك الزاكِي وَوَاصَلَهُ
سَحَابُclouds of عَفْوٍpardon وَغُفْرَانٍand forgiveness مَدَىthroughout الأبدِeternity
سَحَابُ عَفْوٍ وَغُفْرَانٍ مَدَى الأبدِ
May the rain water your pure grave, and may it be visited continually
The rain of forgiveness and pardon watered your blessed grave
by clouds of pardon and forgiveness for all eternity.
And solaced the hearts of the parents
وَصَبَّرَand may grant patience to اللَّهُGod قَلْبَthe heart of الوَالِدَيْنِthe two parents عَلَىfor
وَصَبَّرَ اللَّهُ قَلْبَ الوَالِدَيْنِ عَلَى
مَنْone who حَرَّكَstirred الوجدُanguish فِيهِwithin him ساكنthe dormant part of الجَلَدِfortitude
مَنْ حَرَّكَ الوجدُ فِيهِ ساكن الجَلَدِ
And may God grant the parents' heart patience for
For whom the passion you awakened in them stirred even the tranquil soul.
one in whom anguish stirred dormant fortitude.
Partial English translation: 81 of 82 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1