ماwhat is wrong للندىwith generosity لاnot يلبِّيanswers صوتthe voice of داعيهits caller
ما للندى لا يلبِّي صوت داعيه
أظنَّI think أنَّthat ابنIbn (son of) شادShad قامَhas risen ناعيهhis death-herald
أظنَّ أنَّ ابن شاد قامَ ناعيه
What ails generosity, that it does not answer its caller's voice?
The dew does not respond to the call of its summoner
I think the herald of Ibn Shad's death has risen.
I think that the announcer of its death, Ibn Shaddad, has risen
ماwhat is wrong للرجاءِwith hope قدalready اشْتدَّتhave grown difficult مذاهبهits paths
ما للرجاءِ قد اشْتدَّت مذاهبه
ماwhat is wrong للزمانِwith Time قدalready اسْودَّتhave darkened نواحيهits quarters
ما للزمانِ قد اسْودَّت نواحيه
What ails hope, that its paths have grown so difficult?
What is with hope, its ways have become difficult
What ails Time, that its quarters have darkened?
What is with time, its horizons have blackened
ماwhat is wrong ليwith me أرىI see الملكthe king قدalready فضَّتhave been dispersed مواقفهhis assemblies
ما لي أرى الملك قد فضَّت مواقفه
ماwhat is wrong ليwith me أرىI see الوفدthe delegation قدalready فاضتhave overflowed مآقيهits eyes' corners
ما لي أرى الوفد قد فاضت مآقيه
Why do I see the king's assemblies dispersed?
What is with me, I see the kingdom has emptied its dwelling places
Why do I see the delegation's eyes overflowing?
What is with me, I see the delegation has overflowed with suffering
نعىannounced the death of المؤيدُal-Mu'ayyad ناعيهhis death-herald فياso, oh أسفيmy grief
نعى المؤيدُ ناعيه فيا أسفي
للغيثِfor the rain-cloud كيفhow غدتhave departed عنَّاfrom us غواديهits morning showers
للغيثِ كيف غدت عنَّا غواديه
His death-herald announced al-Mu'ayyad's death—oh, my grief
Al-Mu'ayyad lamented the death of his summoner - what a pity!
For the rain-cloud: how its morning showers have left us!
How the rain has turned away from us, leaving its valleys
واروعتاand oh, my terror لصباحٍat a morning عندupon رؤيتهseeing it
واروعتا لصباحٍ عند رؤيته
أظنُّI think أنَّthat صباحthe morning of الحشرResurrection ثانيهa second like it
أظنُّ أنَّ صباح الحشر ثانيه
Oh, the terror of a morning at whose sight
Woe to a dawn, when seeing it
I think Resurrection's morning will be a second such dawn!
I think it is the dawn of the Resurrection again
واحسرتاهand oh, my regret لنظمِيfor my verse فيin مدائحهhis praises
واحسرتاه لنظمِي في مدائحه
كيفَhow اسْتحالَwas transformed لنظميinto my verse فيin مراثيهhis elegies
كيفَ اسْتحالَ لنظمي في مراثيه
Alas for my verses in his praise:
Woe to my poems in praise of him
How they have turned into verses mourning him!
How they have turned into elegies in lamenting him
أبكيهI weep for him بالدُّرِّwith pearls منfrom جفنيmy eyelid ومنand from كلميmy words
أبكيه بالدُّرِّ من جفني ومن كلمي
والبحرand the sea أحسنthe best ماwhat بالدُّرِّwith pearls أبكيهI mourn it
والبحر أحسن ما بالدُّرِّ أبكيه
I weep for him with pearls from my eyelid and my words;
I cry for him with pearls from my eyelids and words
And a sea is best mourned with pearls.
And the sea is best with pearls to cry for him
أرويI water بدمعِيwith my tears ثرىthe earth of ملكa king لهhe has شيمٌvirtues
أروي بدمعِي ثرى ملك له شيمٌ
قدindeed كانَwould يذكرهاrecall them الصَّادِيthe thirsty man فترويهand they quench him
قد كانَ يذكرها الصَّادِي فترويه
I water with my tears the earth of a king whose virtues
I water with my tears the soil of a king who had glory
The thirsty man would recall, and they would quench him.
The hunter would mention it, so it would be watered
أذيلI pour freely ماءthe water of جفونيmy eyelids بعدهُafter him أسفاًin grief
أذيل ماء جفوني بعدهُ أسفاً
لماءfor the water of وجهيmy face الذيwhich قدindeed كانَused to يحميهprotect it
لماء وجهي الذي قد كانَ يحميه
I let my eyelids' water flow after him, grieving
I trail the water of my eyelids in sorrow after him
For the water of my face—my honor—which he once guarded.
For the water of my face that used to shield him
جادٍa petitioner منof الدمعِtears لاnot ينفكُّceases يطلقهُsetting it free
جادٍ من الدمعِ لا ينفكُّ يطلقهُ
منhe who كانَused to يطلقُsend away بالإنعامِwith bounty جاديهhis petitioner
من كانَ يطلقُ بالإنعامِ جاديه
A petitioner of tears, ceaselessly released
Flowing with tears that do not cease to shed
By him who once sent his petitioners away with bounty.
One who would give generously with favors flowing
ومهجةand a heart كلَّماwhenever فاهتspoke بلوعتهاwith its anguish
ومهجة كلَّما فاهت بلوعتها
قالتsaid رزيَّةthe calamity of مولاهاits lord لهاto it إيهspeak on
قالت رزيَّة مولاها لها إيه
And a heart that, whenever it voices its anguish,
And an internal wound that whimpers with its agony
Its lord's calamity tells it, “Speak on!”
Said: "My master comforted it" - oh dear
ليتَif only المؤيدal-Mu'ayyad لاnot زالتceased عوارفهhis favors
ليتَ المؤيد لا زالت عوارفه
فزادand grew قلبthe heart of المعنَّىthe tormented فيin تلظِّيهits burning
فزاد قلب المعنَّى في تلظِّيه
Would that al-Mu'ayyad's favors had never ceased!
I wish al-Mu'ayyad's kindness would last
And the tormented heart burned all the fiercer.
Increasing the heart of meaning in its blaze
ليتif only الحمامdeath حباgranted الأيامthe days موهبةًa gift
ليت الحمام حبا الأيام موهبةً
فكانَthen it would يفنيdestroy بنيthe sons of الدنياthe world ويبقيهand spare him
فكانَ يفني بني الدنيا ويبقيه
Would that death had granted the days a gift,
I wish the pigeons out of love for the days as a gift
Destroying the world's sons and sparing him!
So it would destroy the people of the world and keep him
ليتَif only الأصاغرthe lesser تفدىwere ransomed الأكبرونthe greater بهاwith them
ليتَ الأصاغر تفدى الأكبرون بها
فكانتthen would الشهبthe stars فيin الآفاقِthe horizons تفديهransom him
فكانت الشهب في الآفاقِ تفديه
Would that the greater could be ransomed with the lesser:
I wish the young ones would ransom the elders with themselves
Then the stars throughout the horizons would ransom him.
So the meteors in the horizons would ransom him
أعززhow grievous عليَّto me بأنthat ألقىI encounter عوارفهhis favors
أعزز عليَّ بأن ألقى عوارفه
ملءَfilling الزمانall time وإنِّيwhile I لاnot ألاقيهmeet him
ملءَ الزمان وإنِّي لا ألاقيه
How grievous to me to encounter his favors
I grieve that I meet his kindness
Filling all time, while I cannot meet him!
Filling the times, and I do not find him
أعززhow grievous عليَّto me بأنthat تبلىshould decay شمائلهhis noble qualities
أعزز عليَّ بأن تبلى شمائله
تحتَbeneath الترابthe dust وماwhile not تبلىdecay أياديهhis benefactions
تحتَ التراب وما تبلى أياديه
How grievous to me that his noble qualities should decay
I grieve that his features are worn under the soil
Beneath the dust, though his benefactions never decay!
And his hands do not wear away
أعززhow grievous عليَّto me بأنthat ترعىkeep watch النجومthe stars علىover
أعزز عليَّ بأن ترعى النجوم على
سرحٍa flock منof الملكkingship قدalready خلاَّهُhas left it راعيهits shepherd
سرحٍ من الملك قد خلاَّهُ راعيه
How grievous to me that the stars should watch over
I grieve that the stars watch over
A royal flock whose shepherd has left it!
A meadow from the king that its shepherd has left
هلاّwhy did not بغيرِupon someone other than عمادImad الدِّينal-Din حادثةa calamity
هلاّ بغيرِ عماد الدِّين حادثة
ألقتcast down رداهhis cloak وأوهتand weakened منsome of مبانيهhis foundations
ألقت رداه وأوهت من مبانيه
Why did calamity not, upon someone other than Imad al-Din,
If only the incident of Imād al-Dīn
Cast down his cloak and weaken his foundations?
Had averted its harm and weakened its buildings
هلاّwhy did not ثنىturn aside الدهرTime غرباًa sharp edge عنfrom محاسنِهِhis virtues
هلاّ ثنى الدهر غرباً عن محاسنِهِ
فكانand become كوكبa star of سعدٍgood fortune فيin لياليهhis nights
فكان كوكب سعدٍ في لياليه
Why did Time not turn its sharp edge from his virtues,
If only the world would turn away from its beauty
And become a star of good fortune in his nights?
So it would be like the star of Saa'd in its nights
ترىdo you think درىknew الدهرTime مقدارthe measure of الذيwhat فقدتwas lost
ترى درى الدهر مقدار الذي فقدت
منfrom فيضِthe flood of أدمعهits tears أحوالthe circumstances of أهليهhis people
من فيضِ أدمعه أحوال أهليه
Did Time, I wonder, know the worth of what was lost,
Does the world know the amount that was lost
From its flooding tears and the plight of his people?
From the overflowing of his tears for the state of his family?
ترىdo you think درىknew الدهرTime ماwhat معزىthe meaning of سماحتهhis generosity
ترى درى الدهر ما معزى سماحته
فجاءَso it approached مهجتهhis life's blood فيin زيِّthe guise of عافيهhis petitioner
فجاءَ مهجته في زيِّ عافيه
Did Time, I wonder, know the meaning of his generosity,
Does the world know the consolation of his generosity?
And approach his life's blood in a petitioner's guise?
So his internal wound came dressed in well-being
لاnot أعتبI reproach الزمنTime الموديbringing death بسيِّدهِupon its master
لا أعتب الزمن المودي بسيِّدهِ
يكفيهenough for it ماwhat قدalready تولَّىdeparted عنهfrom it يكفيهenough for it
يكفيه ما قد تولَّى عنه يكفيه
I do not reproach Time for destroying its master;
I do not blame the friendly time for its master
Enough for it is what has left it—enough.
What it has taken on is enough, enough for it
لهفيmy grief وهلand can نافعيavail me لهفيmy grief علىfor ملكٍa king
لهفي وهل نافعي لهفي على ملكٍ
باتspent the night الغمامُthe clouds علىacross الآفاقِthe horizons يبكيهweeping for him
بات الغمامُ على الآفاقِ يبكيه
My grief—yet can my grief avail me?—for a king
My longing - is it beneficial, my longing for a king
Whom the clouds spent the night mourning across the horizons!
The clouds have wept for him in the horizons?
لهفيmy grief وهلand can نافعيavail me لهفيmy grief علىfor ملكٍa king
لهفي وهل نافعي لهفي على ملكٍ
كسىclothed الزمانTime حداداًin mourning منfrom دياجيهits darkness
كسى الزمان حداداً من دياجيه
My grief—yet can my grief avail me?—for a king
My longing - is it beneficial, my longing for a king
Who clothed Time in mourning from its darkness!
Time has worn black from his fineries?
لهفيmy grief علىfor الملكthe king قدalready أهوتhave fallen سناجقهhis banners
لهفي على الملك قد أهوت سناجقه
إلىto الترابthe dust وقدand already حُطَّتwere lowered غواشيهhis trappings
إلى التراب وقد حُطَّت غواشيه
My grief for the king, whose banners have fallen
My longing for the king whose banners have fallen
To the dust, and whose trappings have been lowered!
To the dust and whose fringes have been brought down
لهفيmy grief علىfor الخيلِthe horses قدindeed وفَّتhave fulfilled صواهلهاtheir neighs
لهفي على الخيلِ قد وفَّت صواهلها
حقّthe due of العزاmourning فهوfor it يشجيهاsaddens them وتشجيهand they sadden it
حقّ العزا فهو يشجيها وتشجيه
My grief for the horses, whose neighs have fully paid
My longing for the horses which have fulfilled the duty of condolence
The dues of mourning: it saddens them, and they sadden it.
For he excited them, and they excite him
لهفيmy grief علىfor ذلكthat السلطانsultan حينَwhen قضىtook effect
لهفي على ذلك السلطان حينَ قضى
منof الحمامdeath عليهِupon him حكمُthe judgment of قاضيهhis judge
من الحمام عليهِ حكمُ قاضيه
My grief for that sultan, when there took effect
My longing for that sultan when the judgment of his judge
Upon him the judgment of death's judge!
Regarding the pigeons was carried out on him
لهفيmy grief عليهِfor him لممتارfor a provision-seeker ومطَّلبand a petitioner
لهفي عليهِ لممتار ومطَّلب
بالمالِwith wealth يقريهhe welcomes him أوor بالعلمwith learning يقريهhe welcomes him
بالمالِ يقريه أو بالعلم يقريه
My grief for him, for the provision-seeker and the petitioner
My longing for him, sought after and desired
Whom he welcomed with wealth or welcomed with learning!
With wealth he would feed or with knowledge he would feed
لهفيmy grief عليهِfor him لجودٍfor a generosity كانَused to يعجبهdelight him
لهفي عليهِ لجودٍ كانَ يعجبه
فيهin it الملامreproach كأنَّas though اللَّومblame يغريهspurred him on
فيه الملام كأنَّ اللَّوم يغريه
My grief for him, for a generosity that made him delight
My longing for him, for a generosity that apathy would please him
In reproach, as though blame spurred him on!
As if blame entices him
لهفيmy grief عليهِfor him ابنIbn (son of) عليّAli منof ذخائرِهِhis treasures
لهفي عليهِ ابن عليّ من ذخائرِهِ
إلاonly ثناًpraise أضحتْhas come to الدنياthe world تواليهrepeat it continually
إلا ثناً أضحتْ الدنيا تواليه
My grief for him, Ibn Ali; of his treasures,
My longing for him, the son of Ali, from his treasures
Only praise, which the world now endlessly repeats!
Except for praise, the world has turned against him
لهفيmy grief عليهِfor him لحلمٍfor a forbearance كانَused to يبسطهُspread it
لهفي عليهِ لحلمٍ كانَ يبسطهُ
علىover العفاةِpetitioners ومدحٍand praise كانَused to يجنيهreap it
على العفاةِ ومدحٍ كانَ يجنيه
My grief for him, for a forbearance he spread
My longing for him, for a forbearance he would extend
Over petitioners, and praise he used to reap!
To the weak, and for praise he would harvest
كانَwas المديحpraise لهfor him عرساًa wedding feast بدولتِهِduring his reign
كانَ المديح له عرساً بدولتِهِ
فأحسنso may grant fittingly اللهGod للشعرِto poetry العزاconsolation فيهfor his loss
فأحسن الله للشعرِ العزا فيه
Praise was a wedding feast for him during his reign;
Praise of him was like a wedding in his rule
May God grant poetry fitting consolation for his loss.
So God beautified elegy for poetry through him
كانَwould الفقيرthe poor man إذاwhen أمرَthe decree of الزمانTime بغىacted unjustly
كانَ الفقير إذا أمرَ الزمان بغى
عليهagainst him قامَhe rose إلىto السلطانِthe sultan يُنهيهreporting it
عليه قامَ إلى السلطانِ يُنهيه
A poor man, when Time's decree dealt wrong
Whenever the time was difficult for the poor man
To him, would rise and report it to the sultan.
He would stand up to the sultan and forbid him
كانَwas المؤيدal-Mu'ayyad فيon يوميthe two days of ندىbounty وردَىand death
كانَ المؤيد في يومي ندى وردَى
غيثاًrain لراجيهfor one hoping in him أوor غوثاًsuccor للاجيهfor one seeking his refuge
غيثاً لراجيه أو غوثاً للاجيه
On days of bounty and death, al-Mu'ayyad was
Al-Mu'ayyad during my days of dew and blossoms
Rain to those hoping in him, or succor to those seeking refuge.
Was rain for the hopeful or rescue for the refugee
تروىare related صحاحauthentic القضاياjudgments عنfrom براعتِهِhis brilliance
تروى صحاح القضايا عن براعتِهِ
والنصرand victory فيin الحربِbattle يرويrelates عنfrom عواليهhis lofty spears
والنصر في الحربِ يروي عن عواليه
Sound judgments are recounted from his brilliance,
The correctness of judgments are watered from his insight
And victory in battle tells of his lofty spears.
And victory in war is watered from his ascent
منwho للعلومِfor the sciences وللأعلامِand for the banners ينشرهاwill spread them
من للعلومِ وللأعلامِ ينشرها
وللوغَىand for battle ورداءand the cloak of الخوفfear يطويهwill fold it away
وللوغَى ورداء الخوف يطويه
Who now will spread learning and banners,
Who will spread knowledge and scholars?
And, in battle, fold away the cloak of fear?
And fold the garment of fear for strife?
منwho للكسيرِfor one broken منby الأهوالِterrors يجبرهُwill mend him
من للكسيرِ من الأهوالِ يجبرهُ
وللطريدِand for one driven out منby الأيامِthe days يأويهwill shelter him
وللطريدِ من الأيامِ يأويه
Who will mend those broken by terrors,
Who will mend the broken from horrors?
And shelter those driven out by the days?
And shelter the hunted from days?
منwho للتصانيفِfor the books أمثالlike الكواكبthe stars فيin
من للتصانيفِ أمثال الكواكب في
ليلِthe night of المدادink لساريfor the night-traveler of الفكرthought يهديهguides him
ليلِ المداد لساري الفكر يهديه
Who will tend the books, like stars in
Who will guide like the stars in the night of ink
The night of ink, guiding thought's night-traveler?
The mind that flows for the thoughtful?
مضَىhe is gone وقدand indeed كانَhe was عضباًa keen sword للزمانِfor Time فياso, oh
مضَى وقد كانَ عضباً للزمانِ فيا
لهفيmy grief علىfor مغمدٍone whose blade is sheathed فيin التربِthe dust ماضيهhis keen blade
لهفي على مغمدٍ في التربِ ماضيه
He is gone; he was a keen sword for Time—oh,
He passed away, and he was anger for the days -
My grief for one whose sharp blade lies sheathed in dust!
My longing for one sheathed in soil, his past
لوif أمكنَwere possible الصبرpatience عنهُwithout him ماnot أنستُI found comfort بهin it
لو أمكنَ الصبر عنهُ ما أنستُ به
فكيفَhow then والحزنُwhile grief منfrom أحشايmy entrails ينعيهannounces his death
فكيفَ والحزنُ من أحشاي ينعيه
Were patience without him possible, I would find no comfort in it;
If patience from him was possible, I would not forget him
How, then, when grief within my entrails announces his death?
So how can I when grief laments him from my core?
آهاًalas لأحمرfor red دمعٍtears بعدafter أشهبهtheir pale kind
آهاً لأحمر دمعٍ بعد أشهبه
أجراهُhe made them flow حتَّىuntil لقدindeed أفناهexhausted them مجريهhe who made them flow
أجراهُ حتَّى لقد أفناه مجريه
Ah, for red tears after their pale ones,
Alas for reddened tears after graying them
Made to flow until their very maker exhausted them!
He let them flow until he exhausted their course
أفنىexhausted المؤيدal-Mu'ayyad تبرthe gold of الدمعtears منfrom بصرِيmy eyes
أفنى المؤيد تبر الدمع من بصرِي
وتلكَand that عادتهhis habit فيwith التبرِgold يفنيهhe spends it all
وتلكَ عادته في التبرِ يفنيه
Al-Mu'ayyad exhausted the gold of tears in my eyes;
Al-Mu'ayyad exhausted the insistent flow of tears from my sight
Such was his way with gold: to spend it all.
And that was his habit with persistence, to exhaust it
كيفَhow السلوُّsolace وحولِيwhile around me منof صنائعهhis benefactions
كيفَ السلوُّ وحولِي من صنائعه
ماwhat يمنعprevents الصخرrock منfrom أدنىthe slightest تسلّيهits consolation
ما يمنع الصخر من أدنى تسلّيه
How can I find solace, when all around me are his kindnesses,
How can there be joy, and around me are relics from him
Enough to keep even rock from the slightest consolation?
That do not prevent the rock from the slightest entertainment?
هذيthis is حماةHama أغصَّchoked الهمُّgrief وادِيهاits valley
هذي حماة أغصَّ الهمُّ وادِيها
وطاوعَand yielded to الحزنsorrow فيهin it دمعthe tears of عاصيهits 'Asi River
وطاوعَ الحزن فيه دمع عاصيه
Here is Hama: grief has choked its valley,
And sorrow obeyed the rebellious tear in it
And the tears of its 'Asi have yielded to sorrow.
It is as if it perceived sorrows from of old
كأنَّهas though it اسْتشعرhad felt الأحزانsorrows منsince قدمٍancient times
كأنَّه اسْتشعر الأحزان من قدمٍ
فللنواعيرِso the waterwheels have نوحwailing فيin نواحيهits reaches
فللنواعيرِ نوح في نواحيه
As though it had felt sorrows from ancient times,
So for the elegists, there is weeping in its plains
The waterwheels wail throughout its reaches.
As if it is words empty of meaning
هذيthese are المنازلthe dwellings والدنياwhile the world معطلةis stripped of adornment
هذي المنازل والدنيا معطلة
كأنهاas though it were اللفظan utterance خالٍempty منof معانيهits meanings
كأنها اللفظ خالٍ من معانيه
Here are the dwellings, while the world is stripped of adornment,
The pious tomb sent down its blessed rain, so it does not cease
Like an utterance emptied of its meanings.
To water it with clouds of forgiveness and contentment
جادَmay lavish rain الحياthe rain قبرهُhis grave الزاكيthe pure فلاand may not برحتever cease
جادَ الحيا قبرهُ الزاكي فلا برحت
سحائبthe clouds of العفوpardon والرضوانand divine favor تسقيهwater it
سحائب العفو والرضوان تسقيه
May rain lavishly water his pure grave, and may
What blessed clouds watering in the direction of their downpour!
The clouds of pardon and divine favor never cease to water it.
What a wonderful tomb and what a wonderful man lodging in it!
نعمhow excellent السحائبthe clouds تسقيwatering صوبthe downpour of وابلهاtheir heavy rain
نعم السحائب تسقي صوب وابلها
نعمhow excellent الضريحthe tomb ونعمand how excellent المرءthe man ثاويهdwelling in it
نعم الضريح ونعم المرء ثاويه
How fine the clouds, pouring their drenching rain;
Congratulations to the gardens of eternity hosting him
How fine the tomb, and the man who rests within it!
While we pray with fire from its edges
مهنَّأblessed بجنانِwith the gardens of الخلدeternity دانيهthe one near him
مهنَّأ بجنانِ الخلد دانيه
ونحنُwhile we نصلىburn بنارٍin a fire منfrom تنائيهhis remoteness
ونحنُ نصلى بنارٍ من تنائيه
The one near him is blessed with the gardens of eternity,
Whoever would tire himself in benevolence for rest
While we burn in a fire kindled by his remoteness.
He is the purpose with reception and entertainment
منhe who كانَused to يتعبwear out فيin المعروفgood deeds راحتهhis ease
من كانَ يتعب في المعروف راحته
فهوso he المنىwishes بترحيبٍwith welcome وترفيهand comfort
فهو المنى بترحيبٍ وترفيه
He who once wore out his ease in doing good
Oh Ayyubids, patience! For your inheritance
Now finds his wishes fulfilled, with welcome and repose.
From the name Ayyub is the patience that would save him
ياO آلhouse of أيوبAyyub صبراًbe patient إنَّindeed إرثكموyour inheritance
يا آل أيوب صبراً إنَّ إرثكمو
منfrom اسمthe name of أيوبAyyub صبرpatience كانَonce ينجيهsaved him
من اسم أيوب صبر كانَ ينجيه
O house of Ayyub, be patient: your inheritance
These are the predetermined deaths turning upon people
From Ayyub's name is the patience that once saved him.
Each will come his turn from its cupbearer
هيsuch are المناياdeaths علىamong الأقوامِpeoples دائرةcircling
هي المنايا على الأقوامِ دائرة
كلٌّeach سيأتيهwill come to him منهاfrom them دورُthe turn of ساقيهhis cupbearer
كلٌّ سيأتيه منها دورُ ساقيه
Such are deaths, circling among peoples;
These are the destinies - this is the essence it pulls up
Each will have his turn at the cupbearer's hands.
After growth, and this branch it raises
هيَsuch are المقاديرfate's decrees هذاthis الأصلroot تنزعهthey uproot it
هيَ المقادير هذا الأصل تنزعه
بعدafter النموِّgrowth وهذاand this الفرعbranch تنميهthey make it grow
بعد النموِّ وهذا الفرع تنميه
Such are fate's decrees: this root they tear out
It is as if I see the descendant of noble deeds
After its growth, and this branch they make flourish.
Hastening the right of the king's inheritance
كأننيI seem to see بسليلِthe scion of المكرماتnoble deeds وقدand already
كأنني بسليلِ المكرمات وقد
سعىpursued بحقِّthe rightful claim to تراثthe inheritance of الملكkingship ساعيهhis champion
سعى بحقِّ تراث الملك ساعيه
I seem to see the scion of noble deeds, as
Muhammad - and it is a name famous of him
His champion pursues his rightful royal inheritance:
Who took leadership of the House of Ismāʿīl, raising it
محمدMuhammad وهوand it is اسمٌa name عنهof him مشتهرrenowned
محمد وهو اسمٌ عنه مشتهر
ولىwas entrusted بهthrough him بيتthe house of إسماعيلIsmail ينشيهhe builds it up
ولى به بيت إسماعيل ينشيه
Muhammad—a name for which he is renowned—
Oh al-Nāṣir of the religion, you have read
Through him, the house of Ismail is governed and raised anew.
The signs of the king in him, the seeing eye
ياO ناصرNasir الدِّينal-Din أنتَyou الملكthe king قدalready قرأتhas read
يا ناصر الدِّين أنتَ الملك قد قرأت
علائمthe signs of الملكkingship فيهin him عينthe eye of رائيهhis beholder
علائم الملك فيه عين رائيه
O Nasir al-Din, you are the king; already
And from your father you have learned resolve, so
The beholder's eye has read in you the signs of kingship.
You do not need to remember what you already know
ومنand from أبيكَyour father تعلَّمتyou learned الثباتَsteadfastness فماso not
ومن أبيكَ تعلَّمت الثباتَ فما
تحتاجyou need تذكُّرa reminder of أمراًa matter أنتَyou تدريهknow it
تحتاج تذكُّر أمراً أنتَ تدريه
From your father you learned steadfastness, so
Do not fear your house that time would twist it
You need no reminder of a matter you already know.
For the house has a Lord who will protect it
لاdo not تخشَfear بيتكَyour house أنthat يلوِيtwists الزمانTime بهِit awry
لا تخشَ بيتكَ أن يلوِي الزمان بهِ
فإنَّfor indeed للبيتِthe house has ربًّاa Lord سوفَwill يحميهprotect it
فإنَّ للبيتِ ربًّا سوفَ يحميه
Do not fear that Time will twist your house awry;
For the house has a Lord who will protect it.
Partial English translation: 114 of 116 Arabic lines translated.