قالsaid موسىMusa إنّindeed فكريmy thought ديمةٌsteady, gentle rain
قال موسى إنّ فكري ديمةٌ
وقَريضيand my verse كلُّهُall of it روضٌa garden نَضِرْverdant
وقَريضي كلُّهُ روضٌ نَضِرْ
Moses said, “My thought is a steady rain,”
Musa said, “My thought is a steady, gentle rain,
“and all my verse a fresh, flourishing meadow.”
and all my verse is a verdant garden.”
وتألّىand he swore حِلفةًan oath أنّthat سِوىother than
وتألّى حِلفةً أنّ سِوى
شعرِهhis verse مثلُlike هشيمِdry, crumbled vegetation المختضِرْthe cutter of green grass
شعرِه مثلُ هشيمِ المختضِرْ
And he solemnly swore that all save
And he swore an oath that everything but
his poetry is like crumbled herbage cut while green.
his verse was like a grass-cutter’s dry, crumbled grass.
قلتُI said ياO موسىMusa بنson of عِمرانَImran أفِقْcome to your senses
قلتُ يا موسى بن عِمرانَ أفِقْ
فلقدfor indeed قُوبِلْتَyou have been confronted منيby me بالخَضِرْwith al-Khidr
فلقد قُوبِلْتَ مني بالخَضِرْ
I said, “O Moses, son of Imran, wake up!
I said, “O Musa, son of Imran, come to your senses!
For from me you have now met al-Khidr.”
For in me you have met al-Khidr.”
