أتَتِcame القَوافيthe rhymes تُسفِرُunveiling themselves
أتَتِ القَوافي تُسفِرُ
فَسَأَلتُهاso I asked them أتَبَصَّرُI seek understanding
فَسَأَلتُها أتَبَصَّرُ
The rhymes came, unveiling themselves;
so I asked them, seeking understanding:
هلare ...? أنتِyou يُنبوعُthe wellspring of الحَشاthe heart؟
هل أنتِ يُنبوعُ الحَشا؟
أمor أَنتِyou طَيفٌa phantom عَابِرُpassing؟
أم أَنتِ طَيفٌ عَابِرُ؟
Are you the heart's wellspring?
Or are you a passing phantom?
هَلare ...? أَنتِyou مِنfrom قَطرِdrops of النَّدَىthe dew؟
هَل أَنتِ مِن قَطرِ النَّدَى؟
أمor أَنتِyou فَيضٌa flood غامِرُengulfing؟
أم أَنتِ فَيضٌ غامِرُ؟
Are you made of drops of dew?
Or are you an engulfing flood?
شَطْرٌa half-line تَرصَّعَbecame studded أَحرُفًاwith letters
شَطْرٌ تَرصَّعَ أَحرُفًا
وتَلَبَّسَتْهُand clothed it مَشاعِرُfeelings
وتَلَبَّسَتْهُ مَشاعِرُ
A half-line studded with letters,
and feelings clothed it.
آهٍah، لَكَمْhow greatly أَغرَاكِhe enticed you دَومًاalways (مmetrical continuation marker)
آهٍ، لَكَمْ أَغرَاكِ دَومًا (م)
لِلقَصائِدِtoward poems شَاعِرُa poet
لِلقَصائِدِ شَاعِرُ
Ah, how greatly you have always been wooed—
into poems by a poet!
كمhow much بُحتِyou confided فيin وجدانهhis inner consciousness
كم بُحتِ في وجدانه
حتىuntil تمخَّضَhe labored to give birth يَجهَرُhe speaks aloud
حتى تمخَّضَ يَجهَرُ
How much you confided in his soul,
until he travailed and spoke aloud.
كَيفَhow ابْتَدَأتِyou began بِكَلْمَةٍwith a word
كَيفَ ابْتَدَأتِ بِكَلْمَةٍ
وَتَرادَفَتْand came in succession بكthrough you أسطُرُlines
وَتَرادَفَتْ بك أسطُرُ
How you began with a word,
and lines followed in succession through you!
أسْلَمتِyou surrendered فيin أَورَاقِهِhis pages
أسْلَمتِ في أَورَاقِهِ
بَلْrather كُنتِyou were حِسًّاa feeling يَهدُرُroaring
بَلْ كُنتِ حِسًّا يَهدُرُ
You surrendered within his pages;
rather, you were a roaring feeling,
فيin نَظمِthe stringing of عِقدٍa necklace راتِلٍchanting
في نَظمِ عِقدٍ راتِلٍ
والفَصُّand the gemstone وسْطُهُat its center نادِرُrare
والفَصُّ وسْطُهُ نادِرُ
in the stringing of a chanting necklace,
and the gem at its center is rare.
كمُرتَّباتٍlike ordered things فيin الصَدىthe echo
كمُرتَّباتٍ في الصَدى
كمُبَعثَراتٍlike scattered things تُجْبَرُbeing mended
كمُبَعثَراتٍ تُجْبَرُ
Like ordered things within the echo,
like scattered fragments being mended.
لِلنَّحوِfor grammar فيهاwithin them مَذْهَبٌa method
لِلنَّحوِ فيها مَذْهَبٌ
وَلَهاand for them العَرُوضُprosody تُأطِّرُsets a framework
وَلَها العَرُوضُ تُأطِّرُ
Within them, grammar has a method,
and prosody gives them a frame.
مُستَثنَياتٌexceptions بَعضُهاsome of them
مُستَثنَياتٌ بَعضُها
والعَدلُand justice فِيهاwithin them جَائِرُunjust
والعَدلُ فِيها جَائِرُ
Some of them are exceptions,
and justice within them is unjust.
فيهاwithin them الحَناياthe heart's folds ضَمَّةٌan embrace (also a u-vowel mark)
فيها الحَنايا ضَمَّةٌ
والفَتحُand opening (also a-vowel marking) جُرحٌa wound غائِرُdeep
والفَتحُ جُرحٌ غائِرُ
Within them, the heart's folds are an embrace;
and opening is a deep-set wound;
والكَسرُand breaking (also i-vowel marking) فيin قَلبٍa heart أسَىsorrow
والكَسرُ في قَلبٍ أسَى
والشَّدُand tightening (also gemination) شَوقٌlonging آسِرُcaptivating
والشَّدُ شَوقٌ آسِرُ
and breaking in a heart is sorrow;
and tightening is a captivating longing.
وَبُحُورُand seas (poetic meters) شِعرٍof verse يَحتَسِيهاhe sips them (مmetrical continuation marker)
وَبُحُورُ شِعرٍ يَحتَسِيها (م)
شَاعِرٌa poet، بَلْrather سَاحِرُa sorcerer
شَاعِرٌ، بَلْ سَاحِرُ
And seas of verse are sipped—
by a poet—rather, a sorcerer.
غَنَّىsang الرَّعاعُthe rabble بِسَجعِهاwith their rhymed prose
غَنَّى الرَّعاعُ بِسَجعِها
وَبِهاand with them المُلوكُthe kings تَبَخْتَرواstrutted
وَبِها المُلوكُ تَبَخْتَروا
The rabble sang with their rhymed prose,
and kings strutted with them.
مَحْروسَةٌguarded عندamong الوَرَىhumankind
مَحْروسَةٌ عند الوَرَى
تَبقىthey endure ويَفنَىand he perishes الشّاعِرُthe poet
تَبقى ويَفنَى الشّاعِرُ
Guarded among humankind,
they endure while the poet perishes.
فيin بَحْرِهاtheir sea صافِيclear النَقاpurity
في بَحْرِها صافِي النَقا
يَعْتَلُّfalls ill سِحرٌmagic خاثِرُthickened
يَعْتَلُّ سِحرٌ خاثِرُ
In their sea of limpid purity,
a thickened magic falls ill.
إنif سَبَّحَتْthey praised God فيin قَانِتٍa devout worshipper
إن سَبَّحَتْ في قَانِتٍ
فَهِيَthen they are التَقيُّthe pious الطّاهرُthe pure
فَهِيَ التَقيُّ الطّاهرُ
If they sing praise in a devout soul,
then they are pious and pure;
أوor أَسرَفَتْthey went to excess فيin ماجِنٍa libertine
أو أَسرَفَتْ في ماجِنٍ
فَهِيَthen they are اللَّعُوبُthe wanton الفاجِرُthe sinful
فَهِيَ اللَّعُوبُ الفاجِرُ
or run to excess in a libertine,
then they are wanton and sinful.
كاليَمِّlike the sea صافٍclear سائِبٌunrestrained
كاليَمِّ صافٍ سائِبٌ
كَالبَحرِlike the ocean فَظٌّharsh هادِرُroaring
كَالبَحرِ فَظٌّ هادِرُ
Like the sea, clear and unrestrained;
like the ocean, harsh and roaring.
تَقْتاتُthey feed مِنon قَلبِthe heart of الأسىsorrow
تَقْتاتُ مِن قَلبِ الأسى
مَقروحَةٌwounded تَتَنَمَّرُthey grow tiger-fierce
مَقروحَةٌ تَتَنَمَّرُ
They feed on the heart of sorrow;
wounded, they grow tiger-fierce.
مَسراكِyour night-journey حَيٌّalive رُبَّماperhaps مِنfrom
مَسراكِ حَيٌّ رُبَّما مِن
أَلفِa thousand عامٍyears يَحضُرُit comes into the present
أَلفِ عامٍ يَحضُرُ
Your night-journey lives on; perhaps from
a thousand years ago, it comes into the present.
مَاتَdied الأُلَىthose who مِنthrough شِعرِهِمtheir poetry
مَاتَ الأُلَى مِن شِعرِهِم
رُغمَdespite المَمَاتِdeath تَحضَّرواthey made themselves present
رُغمَ المَمَاتِ تَحضَّروا
Those who died, through their poetry,
despite death, have made themselves present.
فَبِكِso through you استَحالَbecame impossible رَحيلُهمْtheir departure
فَبِكِ استَحالَ رَحيلُهمْ
وبِكِand through you الشَواعِرُthe women poets أُنْشِرواwere resurrected
وبِكِ الشَواعِرُ أُنْشِروا
So through you, their departure became impossible,
and through you, the women poets were resurrected.
عَجَبيmy wonder لِمَيتٍat a dead man قَلبُهhis heart
عَجَبي لِمَيتٍ قَلبُه
بِفَمِin the mouth of المَلاthe multitude يَتفَطَّرُsplits apart
بِفَمِ المَلا يَتفَطَّرُ
How I marvel at a dead man whose heart
splits apart in the mouth of the multitude!
لُطفًاplease فلاso do not تَتَمَنَّعيwithhold yourself
لُطفًا فلا تَتَمَنَّعي
عَنّاfrom us فَيَبْلَىlest he waste away الشَّاعِرُthe poet
عَنّا فَيَبْلَى الشَّاعِرُ
Please, do not withhold yourself
from us, lest the poet waste away.
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Sol 6.1