آنَسنَthey perceived فيin الفَودَينِthe two temples وَخطَّa streak بَياضِwhiteness
آنَسنَ في الفَودَينِ وَخطَّ بَياضِ
فَرَمَينَنيso they pelted me بِالصَدِّwith rejection وَالإِعراضِand aversion
فَرَمَينَني بِالصَدِّ وَالإِعراضِ
They glimpsed a streak of white at both my temples,
He charmed me in the valley and adorned its whiteness
and pelted me with rejection and aversion.
Then spurned me with rejection and indifference
وَبَخِلنَand they begrudged أَنthat يُسريshould come by night إِليto me مُسَلِّماًin greeting
وَبَخِلنَ أَن يُسري إِلي مُسَلِّماً
طَيفُthe phantom of الكَرىsleep فَذَهَبنَso they departed بِالإِغماضِwith slumber
طَيفُ الكَرى فَذَهَبنَ بِالإِغماضِ
They begrudged me even a nighttime greeting
And was miserly to visit me with surrender
from sleep's phantom, and so robbed me of slumber.
The specter of fate turned away with disregard
أَصمَيتَنيyou struck me dead بِلَواحِظٍwith glances يَومَthe day of النَوىparting
أَصمَيتَني بِلَواحِظٍ يَومَ النَوى
صَحَّتwere sound وَأَجفانٍand eyelids لَهُنَّbelonging to them مِراضِsickly
صَحَّت وَأَجفانٍ لَهُنَّ مِراضِ
You struck me dead with glances on the day of parting—
You made me deaf on the day of passion
sound glances, though their eyelids were sickly.
With glances of sickness though their eyelids feign health
مَنwho ليfor me بِأَسمَرَwith a dusky one لاnot يُبِلُّrecovers طَعينُهُone he wounds
مَن لي بِأَسمَرَ لا يُبِلُّ طَعينُهُ
فيin جَفنِهِhis eyelid or sheath لِلفَتكِfor killing أَبيَضُa white blade ماضيkeen
في جَفنِهِ لِلفَتكِ أَبيَضُ ماضي
Who can bring me the dusky one whose wounded victim never heals,
Who will I find, a dark-skinned one whose temptation cannot be dispelled
with a keen white blade in his eyelid, ready to kill?
In his eyelids is the white of stabbing past
أَسخَطتُI angered فيهِfor his sake العاذِلاتِthe reproaching women وَلَيتَهُand would that he
أَسخَطتُ فيهِ العاذِلاتِ وَلَيتَهُ
عَنّيwith me بِإِسخاطِfor angering العَواذِلِthe reproaching women راضيpleased
عَنّي بِإِسخاطِ العَواذِلِ راضي
For his sake I angered the reproaching women; would that he
I became angry with the censurer, if only she were pleased
were pleased with me for angering those reproachers!
With my anger at the censurers and appeased
أَبرىI recover وَأَنكَسُand relapse فيin هَواهُloving him فَكَيفَso how ليfor me
أَبرى وَأَنكَسُ في هَواهُ فَكَيفَ لي
بِشِفاءِwith healing for قَلبٍa heart فيin الهَوىlove مِمراضِprone to illness
بِشِفاءِ قَلبٍ في الهَوى مِمراضِ
I recover and relapse in loving him; how can I
I am confused and engrossed in his love, so how can I
find healing for a heart so prone to sickness in love?
Heal a heart engrossed in passion’s sickness
إِنif يُمسِhe becomes طَيعَobedient to قِيادَةٍleading فَلَرُبَّماthen many a time
إِن يُمسِ طَيعَ قِيادَةٍ فَلَرُبَّما
أَعيَتproved too hard رِياضَتُهُhis training عَلىfor الرُوّاضِthe trainers
أَعيَت رِياضَتُهُ عَلى الرُوّاضِ
If he is now obedient to the reins, how often
If he undertakes leadership he may sometimes
his training has baffled the trainers!
Tire of self-discipline over leadership
لِلَّهِto God, in admiration أَيّامٌdays بِجيرَتِناwith our neighbors الأولىthe former
لِلَّهِ أَيّامٌ بِجيرَتِنا الأولى
سَلَفَتpassed وَلَيلاتٌand nights بِهِنَّwith them مَواضيgone by
سَلَفَت وَلَيلاتٌ بِهِنَّ مَواضي
How wondrous the days with our former neighbors,
By God, the days of my first neighbor
now past, and the nights that passed along with them!
Are past and the nights in them are dwellings
أَيّامَdays when لاno سَيفُsword of المَلامَةِblame مُنتَضىًunsheathed
أَيّامَ لا سَيفُ المَلامَةِ مُنتَضىً
دونيagainst me وَلاand not أَناI لِلشَبيبَةِof youth ناضيone shedding its garb
دوني وَلا أَنا لِلشَبيبَةِ ناضي
Days when no sword of blame was drawn
Days when the sword of blame cannot be drawn against me
against me, nor had I shed the garb of youth.
Nor am I forgetful of youth
ماnot سَرَّنيpleased me بَعدَafter الشَبابِyouth مُوَدَّعاًbidden farewell
ما سَرَّني بَعدَ الشَبابِ مُوَدَّعاً
خَلَفٌa successor وَلاnor عِوضٌa substitute مِنَamong الأعواضِthe substitutes
خَلَفٌ وَلا عِوضٌ مِنَ الأعواضِ
After youth had been bidden farewell, I found no joy
No successor or compensation pleased me after bidding farewell to youth
in any successor, nor in any substitute.
A boy left behind, no gifts as substitutes
إِنif فَلَّلَتblunted غَربيmy edge الخُطوبُhardships وَبَدَّلَتand changed
إِن فَلَّلَت غَربي الخُطوبُ وَبَدَّلَت
غَدراًtreacherously سَوادَthe blackness of غَدائِريmy locks بِبَياضِfor whiteness
غَدراً سَوادَ غَدائِري بِبَياضِ
Though hardships have blunted my edge and exchanged,
If misfortunes turned my fortunes white
treacherously, my locks' blackness for whiteness,
And treason changed my dark tresses to whiteness
فَلَطالَماfor how often خاطَرتُI risked myself فيin حُبِّlove of الدُمىdoll-like beauties
فَلَطالَما خاطَرتُ في حُبِّ الدُمى
وَخَطَرتُand strutted فيin ثَوبِthe robe of الصِباyouth الفَضفاضِample
وَخَطَرتُ في ثَوبِ الصِبا الفَضفاضِ
yet how often I risked myself for love of doll-like beauties,
For long have I fancied the love of girls
and strutted in youth's flowing robe!
And roamed in the attire of free youth
ماwhat لِلحِسانِwith the beautiful women قَطَعنَthey severed بَعدَafter تَواصُلٍmutual closeness
ما لِلحِسانِ قَطَعنَ بَعدَ تَواصُلٍ
حَبليmy cord وَفيمَand why سَخِطنَthey grew angry بَعدَafter تَراضيmutual accord
حَبلي وَفيمَ سَخِطنَ بَعدَ تَراضي
Why have the beauties cut, after close communion,
Why did she sever my connection after harmony
my cord, and why grown angry after mutual accord?
And why did she become angry after agreement
وَعَلامَand why أَسهُمِيَmy arrows الصَوائِبُtrue-flying كُلَّماwhenever
وَعَلامَ أَسهُمِيَ الصَوائِبُ كُلَّما
فَوَّقتُهُنَّI nocked them عَدَلنَthey veered عَنfrom أَغراضيmy targets
فَوَّقتُهُنَّ عَدَلنَ عَن أَغراضي
And why do my true-flying arrows, whenever
And why did my arrows of rightness go astray
I nock them, veer away from my targets?
Whenever I straightened them they strayed from my purposes
أَرضىI am content بِحَظِّwith the lot of العاجِزِthe helpless الوانيthe sluggish وَقَدthough already
أَرضى بِحَظِّ العاجِزِ الواني وَقَد
جَرَّدتُI unsheathed عَزمَthe resolve of المُعمِلِthe industrious one الرَكّاضِthe hard-driving one
جَرَّدتُ عَزمَ المُعمِلِ الرَكّاضِ
I am content with the lot of the helpless sluggard, though
I am content with the portion of the weak repenting one
I have unsheathed a tireless, hard-driving striver's resolve.
Having stripped away the resolution of the disciplined ascetic
سِيّانِequal عِنديto me ماso long as لَبِستُI wear قَناعَتيmy contentment
سِيّانِ عِندي ما لَبِستُ قَناعَتي
ثَوبُthe robe of الثَراءِwealth وَحُلَّةُand the garment of الإِنفاضِpoverty
ثَوبُ الثَراءِ وَحُلَّةُ الإِنفاضِ
Equal to me, so long as I wear my contentment, are
The same to me if I wore the garb of contentment
the robe of wealth and the garment of poverty.
Or the robe of poverty and destitution
وَإِذاand when جَلالُJalal (majesty) الدينِal-Din (of the faith) راضَtamed نَداهُhis bounty ليfor me
وَإِذا جَلالُ الدينِ راضَ نَداهُ لي
حَظّيmy fortune فَإِنَّيthen I indeed عَنwith زَمانِيَّmy times راضيcontent
حَظّي فَإِنَّي عَن زَمانِيَّ راضي
And when Jalal al-Din's bounty tames for me
And if the glory of the religion pleases its caller to me
my fortune, I am content with my times.
Then I am pleased with my time
ماnot ضَرَّنيharmed me وَبِهِand through him تَتِمُّare fulfilled مَآرِبيmy wishes
ما ضَرَّني وَبِهِ تَتِمُّ مَآرِبي
ماwhatever تَكسِرُshatter الأَيّامُthe days مِنof أَعراضيmy honor
ما تَكسِرُ الأَيّامُ مِن أَعراضي
It does not hurt me, when through him my wishes are fulfilled,
That which does not harm me but by it my purposes are fulfilled
whatever the days may shatter of my honor.
The days will not break my honor
بِجَميلِthrough the gracious رَأيِregard of أَبيAbu (father of) المُظَفَّرِal-Muzaffar (the victorious) عادَreturned ليto me
بِجَميلِ رَأيِ أَبي المُظَفَّرِ عادَ لي
مُستَقبَلاًas a future زَمَنُthe season of الشَبابِyouth الماضيbygone
مُستَقبَلاً زَمَنُ الشَبابِ الماضي
Through Abu al-Muzaffar's gracious regard there returned to me
By the beautiful view of my father al-Muzaffar
the bygone season of youth, now stretching ahead.
The bygone days of my youth returned to me
رَبِّlord of الصَوارِمِsharp swords وَالصَواهِلِand neighing steeds وَالقَناand spears
رَبِّ الصَوارِمِ وَالصَواهِلِ وَالقَنا
وَأَخيand brother to النَدىgenerosity وَالنائِلِand bounty الفَيّاضِoverflowing
وَأَخي النَدى وَالنائِلِ الفَيّاضِ
Lord of sharp swords, neighing steeds, and spears,
Lord of the swords, spears and generous bounty
and brother to generosity and overflowing bounty.
And brother of benevolence, the copious giver
يَبدوappears لِشائِمِto one watching for signs of جودِهِhis bounty مِنfrom وَجهِهِhis face
يَبدو لِشائِمِ جودِهِ مِن وَجهِهِ
بِشرٌcheerfulness كَبَرقِlike the lightning of المُزنَةِthe raincloud الوَمّاضِflashing
بِشرٌ كَبَرقِ المُزنَةِ الوَمّاضِ
To one watching for signs of his bounty, his face reveals
To the slanderer of his munificence appears in his face
cheerfulness like a raincloud's flashing lightning.
Good tidings like the flashing illuminated clouds
ماnot اِستَبطَأَfound slow الراجيthe hopeful petitioner نَداهُhis bounty وَلاnor يَرىhe regards الthe
ما اِستَبطَأَ الراجي نَداهُ وَلا يَرى ال
سُؤالَrequest خَلفَafter عَطائِهِhis gift بِتَقاضيas a demand for payment
سُؤالَ خَلفَ عَطائِهِ بِتَقاضي
No hopeful petitioner finds his bounty slow; nor does he regard the
The hopeful never wearied of his call, and he sees not
request after his giving as a demand for payment.
A request behind his giving with bargaining
تَحميprotects سَماحَتُهُhis generosity حَقيقَةَthe essence of عِرضِهِhis honor
تَحمي سَماحَتُهُ حَقيقَةَ عِرضِهِ
إِنَّindeed السَماحَةَgenerosity حارِسُthe guardian of الأَعراضِhonor
إِنَّ السَماحَةَ حارِسُ الأَعراضِ
His generosity guards the very essence of his honor;
His generosity safeguards the reality of his honor
indeed, generosity is the guardian of honor.
For generosity is guardian of honors
إِنif يُمسِhe becomes عَدلاًjust فيin قَضِيَّتِهِhis judgment فَقَدthen indeed
إِن يُمسِ عَدلاً في قَضِيَّتِهِ فَقَد
أَمسىhe has become عَلىtoward الأَموالِwealth أَجوَرَthe most unjust قاضيjudge
أَمسى عَلى الأَموالِ أَجوَرَ قاضي
If he is just in his judgments, he has indeed
If he judges fairly in his decree he has then
become wealth's most unjust judge.
Become wages for the wealth like an appointed judge
شَرِسُfierce in الخَلائِقِdisposition فيin الوَغىbattle فَإِذاthen when اِحتَبىhe sits with knees clasped
شَرِسُ الخَلائِقِ في الوَغى فَإِذا اِحتَبى
فيamong القَومِthe company فَهُوَthen he المُسمِحُthe obliging one المُتَغاضيthe forgiving one
في القَومِ فَهُوَ المُسمِحُ المُتَغاضي
Fierce in temper in battle, yet when he sits with knees clasped
Fierce of manner in battle, but if he inclines
among the company, he is obliging and forgiving.
Towards the people then he is the easy forgiver
قَدindeed جَرَّبَتهُhas tested him يَدُthe hand of الخَلائِقِhumankind فَاِكتَفَتso was satisfied
قَد جَرَّبَتهُ يَدُ الخَلائِقِ فَاِكتَفَت
مِنهُfrom him بِعَزمَةِwith the resolve of مُبرِمٍone who binds firmly نَقّاضِone who unbinds
مِنهُ بِعَزمَةِ مُبرِمٍ نَقّاضِ
The hand of humankind has tried him and been satisfied
The hands of people have tested him, so they sufficed
with his resolve—he who binds firmly and unbinds.
From him with the resolve of a determined decisor
فَرّاجُreliever of كُلِّevery مُلِمَّةٍcalamity تَعروthat befalls وَفيand amid
فَرّاجُ كُلِّ مُلِمَّةٍ تَعرو وَفي
هَبَواتِthe dust-clouds of كُلِّevery كَريهَةٍdire battle خَوّاضِone who plunges deep
هَبَواتِ كُلِّ كَريهَةٍ خَوّاضِ
He dispels every calamity that strikes; and amid
A soother of every crisis that arises and in
the dust-clouds of every dread battle, he plunges deep.
The tumults of every loathsome disaster a diver
أَلفَوهُthey found him مَخشِيَّfeared المَكائِدِthe stratagems يُرتَجىhe is looked to
أَلفَوهُ مَخشِيَّ المَكائِدِ يُرتَجى
لِشِفاءِfor healing ماwhat أَعياdefied treatment مِنَof الأَمراضِillnesses
لِشِفاءِ ما أَعيا مِنَ الأَمراضِ
They found him feared for his stratagems, and looked to
They found him wary of plots, hoped for
for curing illnesses that have defied treatment.
To cure the frustrated by illnesses
مَلِكٌa king يَبيتُspends the night اّلوَفدُthe delegation مِنthrough أَلطافِهِhis favors
مَلِكٌ يَبيتُ اّلوَفدُ مِن أَلطافِهِ
وَنَداهُand his bounty بَينَamong مَرابعٍspring pastures وَحِياضِand watering pools
وَنَداهُ بَينَ مَرابعٍ وَحِياضِ
A king whose visitors spend the night, through his kindness
A king whom delegations spend the night for his kindness
and bounty, among spring pastures and watering pools.
And his calls between enclosures and gardens
فَإِذاthen when نَحاهُapproached him المُعتَفونَthe bounty-seekers وَعَرَّسواand halted for the night
فَإِذا نَحاهُ المُعتَفونَ وَعَرَّسوا
بِذَراهُin his shelter أَنقاضاًworn-out riders عَلىupon أَنقاضِworn-out beasts
بِذَراهُ أَنقاضاً عَلى أَنقاضِ
And when seekers of bounty approach him and halt for the night
So if those granted safety move him aside and marry
in his shelter, worn-out riders on worn-out beasts,
With his offspring the ruins to ruins
رَحَلواthey departed بِهاon them مُغتَصَّةًchoked أَنساعُهاtheir girth-straps
رَحَلوا بِها مُغتَصَّةً أَنساعُها
خِصباًwith abundance وَكُنَّand they had been حَوائِلَbarren الأَعراضِin the flanks
خِصباً وَكُنَّ حَوائِلَ الأَعراضِ
they depart upon them, their girth-straps choked
They depart with it, their bags overflowing
with abundance, though their flanks had been barren.
Fertile, though they be containers of honor
فيin كَفِّهِhis palm طَيّانُlean أَرقَشُspeckled لِلعِدىfor the foes
في كَفِّهِ طَيّانُ أَرقَشُ لِلعِدى
مِنهُfrom it لِسانُthe tongue of الحَيَّةِthe snake النَضناضِflickering
مِنهُ لِسانُ الحَيَّةِ النَضناضِ
In his palm is a lean, speckled pen; for his foes,
In his palm the scribbles of Arqash to the enemy
it bears the serpent's flickering tongue.
From him the tongue of the hissing snake
ماnever أُنشِبَتwere sunk فيinto النائِباتِcalamities نُيوبُهُits fangs
ما أُنشِبَت في النائِباتِ نُيوبُهُ
إِلّاexcept أَرَتكَthey showed you بِهاin them نُدوبَscars of عِضاضِbites
إِلّا أَرَتكَ بِها نُدوبَ عِضاضِ
Never are its fangs sunk into calamities
Not for the vicissitudes were his wolves unleashed
without showing you there the scars of bites.
Except that you see their wounds as bites
وَإِذاand when اِنتَضاهُhe unsheathed it عَلىagainst الخُطوبِhardships تَضاءَلَتdwindled
وَإِذا اِنتَضاهُ عَلى الخُطوبِ تَضاءَلَت
بيضٌwhite blades بِأَيديin the hands of المُصلِتينَthose who bare swords مَواضِkeen
بيضٌ بِأَيدي المُصلِتينَ مَواضِ
And when he draws it against hardships, diminished are
And if roused against misfortunes, the whites
the keen white blades in the hands of those who bare them.
In the hands of reconcilers become dark
مِنof أَسهُمٍarrows بُرِيَتwere shaped لِخَيرِfor the best مُناضِلٍarcher
مِن أَسهُمٍ بُرِيَت لِخَيرِ مُناضِلٍ
كَفّاًin hand وَخَيرِand the best كَنانَةٍquiver وَوِفاضِand arrow-cases
كَفّاً وَخَيرِ كَنانَةٍ وَوِفاضِ
One of the arrows shaped for the finest archer
Of arrows created for the best warrior
in skill of hand, and the finest quiver and arrow-cases.
Palms and the best of spears and bounty
يُصميmortally strikes بِهِwith it قَلبَthe heart of العَدُوِّthe enemy مُرامِياًshooting
يُصمي بِهِ قَلبَ العَدُوِّ مُرامِياً
مِنfrom غَيرِother than ماan emphatic particle نَزعٍdrawing a bow وَلاnor إِنباضِtwanging a bowstring
مِن غَيرِ ما نَزعٍ وَلا إِنباضِ
With it he mortally strikes the enemy's heart, shooting
He makes the heart of the enemy a target, shooting
without any drawing of a bow or twanging of a string.
Without pulling or tension
ياO طالِبيseekers of مَسعاهُhis course فيin طَلَبِpursuit of العُلىeminence
يا طالِبي مَسعاهُ في طَلَبِ العُلى
طاشَتstrayed سِهامُكُمُyour arrows عَنِfrom الأَعراضِthe targets
طاشَت سِهامُكُمُ عَنِ الأَعراضِ
O you who seek his path in pursuit of eminence,
O you who seek his heights in pursuit of ascension
your arrows have strayed from the targets.
Your arrows have strayed from honor
خَلّواleave لَهُto him طُرُقَthe paths of المَعاليgreatness وَاِفرِجواand make way
خَلّوا لَهُ طُرُقَ المَعالي وَاِفرِجوا
لِمُدَرَّبٍfor one practiced بِسُلوكِهاin treading them مُرتاضِwell-trained
لِمُدَرَّبٍ بِسُلوكِها مُرتاضِ
Leave the paths of greatness to him, and make way
Leave to him the paths of glory and make way
for one practiced and trained in treading them.
For one trained in traversing them, intent
وَإِذاand if القُرومُthe great camel-stallions البُزلُthe mature ones أَعياهُمbaffled them تَوَentering (word fragment)
وَإِذا القُرومُ البُزلُ أَعياهُم تَوَ
لُّجُهاthem (completes the word) فَكَيفَthen how يُخاضُcan one venture through بِاِبنِwith a calf of مَخاضِa pregnant she-camel
لُّجُها فَكَيفَ يُخاضُ بِاِبنِ مَخاضِ
And if the great, mature camel-stallions are baffled at entering
When the worthless rabble are confounded by them, then how
them, how can one venture through with a yearling camel?
Can the son of childbirth be up to it?
ياO مُنهِضيyou who raised me حَتّىuntil لَطِرتُI indeed flew مُحَلِّقاًsoaring
يا مُنهِضي حَتّى لَطِرتُ مُحَلِّقاً
فيin عَصرِهِhis time بِجَناحَيwith the two wings of المِنهاضِthe broken-winged one
في عَصرِهِ بِجَناحَي المِنهاضِ
O you who lifted me till I took flight, soaring
O you who rouse me until I was soaring
in his time, on the two wings of the broken-winged!
With wings of resolve in his time
أَنهَضَتنيyou raised me مِنfrom كَبوَةٍa fall لاnot تَملِكُcan الthe
أَنهَضَتني مِن كَبوَةٍ لا تَملِكُ ال
أَيّامُdays مِنfrom عَثَراتِهاtheir stumbles إِنهاضيraising me
أَيّامُ مِن عَثَراتِها إِنهاضي
You lifted me from a fall; the
You roused me from a disgrace days cannot
days cannot lift me from the stumbles they cause.
Rally me from its stumbling
أَحيَيتَyou revived مَيتَthe dead body of الجودِgenerosity ياO اِبنَson of مُحَمَّدٍMuhammad
أَحيَيتَ مَيتَ الجودِ يا اِبنَ مُحَمَّدٍ
وَلقَدَand indeed يُرىit is seen حَرَضاًwasted away مِنَamong الأَحراضِthe wasted ones
وَلقَدَ يُرى حَرَضاً مِنَ الأَحراضِ
You revived generosity's corpse, O son of Muhammad,
You revived the dead of generosity, O son of Mohammed
and it had indeed been seen as a wasted wreck among the wasted.
Truly, keenness is seen from the tombs
فَأَصِخso listen لِنَظمِto a string of لَآلِىءًpearls قَذَفَتcast forth بِهاwith them
فَأَصِخ لِنَظمِ لَآلِىءً قَذَفَت بِها
أَصدافُهاtheir shells مِنfrom زاخرٍa surging sea فَيّاضِoverflowing
أَصدافُها مِن زاخرٍ فَيّاضِ
Then listen to a string of pearls cast forth
So grant freely pearls strewn
by their shells from a surging, overflowing sea,
By their shells from a bountiful copious one
مُتَأَرِّجاتٍfragrant بِالثَناءِwith praise كَأَنَّماas though
مُتَأَرِّجاتٍ بِالثَناءِ كَأَنَّما
حُمِّلنَthey were laden with نَشرَthe fragrance of خَمائِلٍgroves وَرِياضِand gardens
حُمِّلنَ نَشرَ خَمائِلٍ وَرِياضِ
fragrant with praise, as though
Swaying with praise as if they were carried
they were laden with the scent of groves and gardens.
The diffusion of perfect gardens
عُفنَthey shunned المَوارِدَthe watering places عِفَّةًout of self-restraint وَالشِعرُand poetry قَدindeed
عُفنَ المَوارِدَ عِفَّةً وَالشِعرُ قَد
ذيدَتwere driven away كَرائِمُهُits noblest verses عَنِfrom الأَحواضِthe watering pools
ذيدَت كَرائِمُهُ عَنِ الأَحواضِ
They shunned the watering places out of self-respect; poetry, indeed,
Preserving the freshness of meaning while poetry
has had its noblest verses driven from the watering pools.
Its nobilities are diminished from the pools
يَأبىrefuses عَلىto الخِلِّthe intimate friend المُواصِلِwho stays close عِطفُهاtheir affection
يَأبى عَلى الخِلِّ المُواصِلِ عِطفُها
تيهاًout of pride فَكَيفَthen how بِهاجِرٍwith one who forsakes مِعراضِever turning away
تيهاً فَكَيفَ بِهاجِرٍ مِعراضِ
They deny their favor even to the friend who stays close,
Its continuous passion denies meeting
out of pride—what then of one who forsakes and turns away?
So how can it accommodate an aloof abstainer
فَتَلَقَّso receive شَهرَكَyour month بِالقُبولِwith acceptance مُهَيّاًmade ready
فَتَلَقَّ شَهرَكَ بِالقُبولِ مُهَيّاً
بِلِباسِin a garment of إِقبالٍgood fortune عَليكَupon you مُفاضِlavished
بِلِباسِ إِقبالٍ عَليكَ مُفاضِ
So welcome your month with favor, made ready
Receive your month with acceptance, eagerly
in a robe of good fortune lavished upon you.
With the dress of devotion to you, diffusing
لاmay not زالَcease بَحرُكَyour sea بِالمَكارِمِwith noble deeds طامِياًsurging
لا زالَ بَحرُكَ بِالمَكارِمِ طامِياً
وَسَحابُand the cloud of جيدِكَyour neck دائِمَconstant in الإيماضِflashing lightning
وَسَحابُ جيدِكَ دائِمَ الإيماضِ
May your sea ever surge with noble deeds,
Still does your sea surge with virtues
and may the cloud of your neck forever flash with lightning.
And the cloud of your generosity, ever raining
Sol 6.1