رُدُّواrestore لهاto her أَيامَهاher days الأَوائِلاthe earliest
رُدُّوا لها أَيامَها الأَوائِلا
وإِنand though تَقَضَّتْpassed بالحِمىin the protected pasture قلائلاfew
وإِن تَقَضَّتْ بالحِمى قلائلا
Restore to her her earliest days,
Restore her early days once more,
though those spent in the protected pasture were few.
Though fevered tremors shake her sore,
وبَدِّلُوهاand give her instead منin place of سُرَاهَاher night travel راحَةًrest
وبَدِّلُوها من سُرَاهَا راحَةً
ومنand in place of حَرُوْرِsearing heat وَهْجِهاher blaze طَلاَئلاdews
ومن حَرُوْرِ وَهْجِها طَلاَئلا
And give her rest in place of her night journeys,
And change her couch of woes for rest,
and dew for the searing heat of her blaze.
Her burning rage for gentle zest.
وجنِّبُوهاand keep her away from هَضَبَاتِthe hills عالِجٍAlij
وجنِّبُوها هَضَبَاتِ عالِجٍ
واستقبِلواand turn toward سِقْطَSiqt (edge) اللِّوَىal-Liwa (curving sands) قبائلاin groups
واستقبِلوا سِقْطَ اللِّوَى قبائلا
And keep her away from the hills of Alij,
Spare her the heights where healers toil,
and head toward Siqt al-Liwa in groups.
And meet the drooping willows' coil,
واستنشِقُواand breathe in الريحَthe wind البليلَmoist عَلَّهاperhaps it
واستنشِقُوا الريحَ البليلَ عَلَّها
تُخْمِدُquenches منfrom نارِthe fire الجَوَىof yearning بلابلاtorments
تُخْمِدُ من نارِ الجَوَى بلابلا
And breathe in the moist wind; perhaps it
And scent the breeze of eventide,
will quench the torments of longing's fire.
To cool love's flame, and tumult hide.
فَفَوْقَهَاfor upon her كُلُّevery قتيلِone slain by صَبْوَةٍpassion
فَفَوْقَهَا كُلُّ قتيلِ صَبْوَةٍ
يَهْوِيfalls وهَلْand does يَهْوَىlove القتيلُthe slain one القاتلاthe slayer
يَهْوِي وهَلْ يَهْوَى القتيلُ القاتلا
For upon her, everyone slain by passion
Above, all victims of the sword
falls—yet does the slain man love his slayer?
Now plunge, as plunges each self-gored.
يَسْتَخْبِرُhe asks for news الرِّيحَthe wind رسولاًas a messenger عنهُمُabout them
يَسْتَخْبِرُ الرِّيحَ رسولاً عنهُمُ
ورُبَّماand sometimes حَمَّلَهاhe made it carry رسائلاletters
ورُبَّما حَمَّلَها رسائلا
He asks the wind, as a messenger, for news of them,
The wind asks as their herald sad,
and sometimes entrusts it with letters.
And oft their messages has had.
وماand not الصَّباthe east wind رِيحىَmy wind لَوْلاَwere it not for أَنَّهاthat it
وما الصَّبا رِيحىَ لَوْلاَ أَنَّها
تَجُرُّit draws فيthrough رُبُوعِهاher dwelling places الغائلاthe destroyer
تَجُرُّ في رُبُوعِها الغائلا
The east wind would not be my wind, were it not that it
No eastern wind but to me came,
draws the destroyer through her dwelling places.
Wild in its folds romantic flame.
هاتِbring الشَّمولَthe wine إِننيindeed I أَرىsee بهاin it
هاتِ الشَّمولَ إِنني أَرى بها
منof ظَبَيَاتِfemale gazelles عاقِلٍAqil شَمَائِلاgraces
من ظَبَيَاتِ عاقِلٍ شَمَائِلا
Bring the wine: indeed, I see in it
Give o'er the cup, for I espy
the graces of the gazelles of Aqil.
A beautiful doe's glance thereby.
فَثَمَّfor there رِيمٌa white gazelle كلماwhenever رِيمٌwas sought أَبَىhe refused
فَثَمَّ رِيمٌ كلما رِيمٌ أَبَى
إِلاexcept صُدودًاrejection فيin الهوىlove مُواصِلاunceasing
إِلا صُدودًا في الهوى مُواصِلا
For there is a gazelle who, whenever sought, insists
There bubbles still joy's limpid wine,
on nothing but continual rejection in love.
Flowing 'twixt love and care divine.
تحسَبُهُyou would think him منfrom مَعْطِفَيْهِhis two flanks رامِحاًa spearman
تحسَبُهُ من مَعْطِفَيْهِ رامِحاً
ومنand from فُتورِthe languor مُقْلَتَيْهِof his two eyes نابلاan archer
ومن فُتورِ مُقْلَتَيْهِ نابلا
You would take him for a spearman from his two flanks,
You'd think him with his mantle's fold
and an archer from the languor of his eyes.
A lance, his languid lids bells bold.
وطالماand often قبَّلْتُI kissed منهin him قمرًاa moon
وطالما قبَّلْتُ منه قمرًا
بدرًاa full moon وعانَقُتُand I embraced قضيبًاa slender bough مائلاleaning
بدرًا وعانَقُتُ قضيبًا مائلا
And often I kissed a moon in him,
Oft have I kissed his moonlike sphere
a full moon, and embraced a leaning bough.
In union sweet, clasping his spear.
أَيامَin the days كانَتْwas لِمَّتِيmy hair مُسْوَدَّةًblack
أَيامَ كانَتْ لِمَّتِي مُسْوَدَّةً
أَنصِبُI set للبيضِfor fair beauties بهاwith it حبائلاsnares
أَنصِبُ للبيضِ بها حبائلا
In the days when my locks were black,
When nests were objects of my care,
with them I set snares for fair beauties.
For eggs I set up many a snare.
لاnot أَخْتَشِيI fear صَدَّthe rejection حبيبٍof a beloved واصِلٍgranting union
لا أَخْتَشِي صَدَّ حبيبٍ واصِلٍ
يومًاon any day ولاnor أَبْكِيI mourn خليطاًa companion راحلاdeparting
يومًا ولا أَبْكِي خليطاً راحلا
I feared no rejection from a beloved who granted union,
No fear have I my love may swerve,
on any day, nor mourned a departing companion.
Or weeping speed his journey's curve.
أَقطِفُI pluck أَثمارَthe fruits التَّصابِيof youthful dalliance غضَّةًfresh
أَقطِفُ أَثمارَ التَّصابِي غضَّةً
وأَحْتَسِيand I sip ماءَthe water الهوىof love سلاسلاsweet and smooth
وأَحْتَسِي ماءَ الهوى سلاسلا
I plucked the fresh fruits of youthful dalliance,
I pluck fruits from the boughs in bud,
and sipped love's water, smooth and sweet.
And drink at love's well in flood.
فاليومَbut today أَستَسْقِيI ask for rain غماماًa cloud مُقْلِعًاceasing to rain
فاليومَ أَستَسْقِي غماماً مُقْلِعًا
منهمْfrom them وأَسْتَطْلِعُand I seek the rising of بَدْرًاa full moon آفِلاsetting
منهمْ وأَسْتَطْلِعُ بَدْرًا آفِلا
But today I ask rain of a cloud that has ceased to rain,
Today I'll beg a cloud fast fleeting
from them, and seek the rising of a setting full moon.
To shower on them, and moon retreating.
كَأَنَّنيas though I ماnot سُمْتُsought إِلاexcept غائباًsomeone absent
كَأَنَّني ما سُمْتُ إِلا غائباً
قَطُّever ولاand not استنصرتُI sought aid إِلاexcept خاذلاone who forsakes
قَطُّ ولا استنصرتُ إِلا خاذلا
As though I had never sought anyone but the absent,
I seem but one departed far,
nor ever sought aid except from one who forsakes me.
Or helpless, calling squires to war.
سقيmay it water الغمامُthe clouds طللاًa ruined campsite بعاقلٍat Aqil
سقي الغمامُ طللاً بعاقلٍ
راحَbecame لقلبيfor my heart بعدَهُنَّafter them (feminine) عاقلاa fetter
راحَ لقلبي بعدَهُنَّ عاقلا
May the clouds water a ruined campsite at Aqil,
The cloud has wet a garden fair,
which became a fetter for my heart after they were gone.
And left my heart for it wise care.
أَوor راحَةُthe palm الحافِظِof al-Hafiz تَهْمِيpours down إِنهاindeed it
أَو راحَةُ الحافِظِ تَهْمِي إِنها
عَلَّمَتِtaught الجُودَgenerosity الغمامَthe clouds الهاطلاpouring rain
عَلَّمَتِ الجُودَ الغمامَ الهاطلا
Or may al-Hafiz's palm pour down, for it
Or care's repose has charmed me so,
taught generosity to the rain-pouring clouds.
For it taught clouds rain to bestow.
جَلَّىadorned بهthrough him اللُّهGod الزمانَTime فاغتدَىso it became
جَلَّى به اللُّه الزمانَ فاغتدَى
يُزْهَىit glories بماin what نالَit gained وكانand it had been عاطِلاunadorned
يُزْهَى بما نالَ وكان عاطِلا
Through him God adorned Time, and it came
Therewith God made the times shine bright,
to glory in what it gained, though once unadorned.
When low before he gained such height.
لوif صُوِّرَwere given form الدَّهْرُTime لأَضْحَىhe would become تاجَهُits crown
لو صُوِّرَ الدَّهْرُ لأَضْحَى تاجَهُ
وأَصبَحَتْand would become كِرامُهُits noble men خلاخلاanklets
وأَصبَحَتْ كِرامُهُ خلاخلا
If Time were given form, he would become its crown,
If Time were given form, 'twould take
and its noble men would become anklets.
Its crown from him, its knots unbreak.
ياO طالِبseeker العِلْمِof knowledge اغْتَرِفْscoop up منfrom زاخرٍa surging sea
يا طالِب العِلْمِ اغْتَرِفْ من زاخرٍ
لاnot يُدْرِكُcan grasp الأَوهامُimaginations منهfrom him ماwhat حلاis sweet
لا يُدْرِكُ الأَوهامُ منه ما حلا
O seeker of knowledge, scoop from a surging sea
O student, draw from his life's spring
whose sweetness no imagination can fathom.
Whose depths no minds can fathoming!
وياand O أَسيرَcaptive الفَقْرِof poverty قِفْstand ببابِهat his door
ويا أَسيرَ الفَقْرِ قِفْ ببابِه
مستنصرًاseeking aid from راحَتَهhis palm أَوor سائلاbegging
مستنصرًا راحَتَه أَو سائلا
And O captive of poverty, stand at his door,
O poverty's prisoner, by his door
seeking aid from his palm, or begging.
Knock, rest and bounty to implore!
قدindeed أُنشِرَhas been revived الفضلُvirtue وكانَand it was مَيِّتاًdead
قد أُنشِرَ الفضلُ وكانَ مَيِّتاً
وأُظهرَand has been revealed المَجْدُglory وكانَand it was خاملاobscure
وأُظهرَ المَجْدُ وكانَ خاملا
Virtue has been revived, though it was dead,
Munificence is spread afar,
and glory revealed, though it lay obscure.
And glory triumphs high and far,
أَصبحbecame بَيْتُthe house المالof wealth منهthrough him مُقْفِراًempty
أَصبح بَيْتُ المال منه مُقْفِراً
وظَلَّand remained بَيْتُthe house الشكرِof gratitude منهthrough him آهلاinhabited
وظَلَّ بَيْتُ الشكرِ منه آهلا
The treasury has become empty through him,
While from his house all penury,
while the house of gratitude remains full through him.
Thanksgiving graces, cease to flee.
فارسُa knight عِلْمٍof knowledge جَرَّدَتْhas unsheathed فِطْنَتُهhis discernment
فارسُ عِلْمٍ جَرَّدَتْ فِطْنَتُه
علىagainst مُجَارِيهِhis rivals بهin it مَنَاصِلاsword blades
على مُجَارِيهِ به مَنَاصِلا
A knight of knowledge, whose discernment has unsheathed
A horseman skilled his keen wit stripped,
blades against those who rival him in it.
And up steep hills his works equipped.
أَلْوىunyielding طويلُlong السّاعِدَيْنin both forearms أَروَعٌawe-inspiring
أَلْوى طويلُ السّاعِدَيْن أَروَعٌ
قامَhe rose بأَعباءِwith the burdens المعاليof high attainment حاملاbearing
قامَ بأَعباءِ المعالي حاملا
Unyielding, long-armed, awe-inspiring,
The moon's fair charms are like a spell,
he rose to bear the burdens of high attainment.
If you but gaze, their grandeur tell.
انْظُرْlook إِلىat البدرِthe full moon تَجِدْyou will find منof حُسْنِهِhis beauty
انْظُرْ إِلى البدرِ تَجِدْ من حُسْنِهِ
فيهin it إِذاwhen أَبْصَرّتَهُyou behold it مَخَايِلاtraces
فيه إِذا أَبْصَرّتَهُ مَخَايِلا
Look at the full moon: from his beauty you will find
Scent the rose‐garden, and you'll find
traces in it, when you behold it.
His fragrance breathes to please the mind.
واستَنْشِقand breathe in الروضthe garden تجِدْyou will find منof نَشْرِهِhis fragrance
واستَنْشِق الروض تجِدْ من نَشْرِهِ
وبِشْرِهِand his cheer الممدوحِpraised مَعْنًىa meaning حاصِلاmade real
وبِشْرِهِ الممدوحِ مَعْنًى حاصِلا
And breathe in the garden: you will find, from his fragrance
To him the birds winged hastened through
and his much-praised cheer, a tangible likeness.
Valley and hill their robes to strew‐
فَرَتْtore إِليهtoward him العِيسُthe pale camels أَثوابthe robes الدُّجَىof darkness
فَرَتْ إِليه العِيسُ أَثواب الدُّجَى
رافِلَةًtrailing proudly بينamong الرُّبَىthe hills ورافِلاand trailing proudly
رافِلَةً بين الرُّبَى ورافِلا
Toward him the pale camels tore the robes of darkness,
Complain not if the path seems long,
trailing proudly among the hills, with darkness trailing too.
His zeal has nerved the weak and strong.
لاnot تشتكِيcomplains of السَّيْرَthe journey علىdespite أَنَّthat السُّرَىnight travel
لا تشتكِي السَّيْرَ على أَنَّ السُّرَى
أَبادَravaged مَتْنَthe ridge ظهرِهاof her back والكاهِلاand the withers
أَبادَ مَتْنَ ظهرِها والكاهِلا
They do not complain of the journey, though night travel
O thou who strives for each denied,
has ravaged their broad backs and their withers.
And learnedest for each unapplied!
ياO حافِظًاHafiz للمستجيرِfor one seeking refuge حافِظاًa protector
يا حافِظًا للمستجيرِ حافِظاً
وعالِماًand a scholar بماon what لَدَيْهِhe possesses عاملاacting
وعالِماً بما لَدَيْهِ عاملا
O Hafiz, guardian of whoever seeks refuge,
Thou freedom gave to Easter Day,
and scholar who acts upon the knowledge he possesses,
So be our Feast fulfilled alway!
أَلبستyou clothed عيدَthe festival الفطرِof breaking the fast منكfrom yourself بهجةًsplendor
أَلبست عيدَ الفطرِ منك بهجةً
بعهاthrough it (apparently بها) غداbecame عيداًa festival لديناfor us كاملاperfect
بعها غدا عيداً لدينا كاملا
you clothed Eid al-Fitr in splendor from yourself,
And greet the morn when ring doves coo,
through which it became for us a perfect feast.
When branches wave, and zephyrs woo.
واسلَمْand fare well متىas long as غنَّىsang الحمامُthe doves سَحَراًbefore dawn
واسلَمْ متى غنَّى الحمامُ سَحَراً
وهزَّتِand shook الرياحُthe winds غُصْنًاa branch ذابلاwithered
وهزَّتِ الرياحُ غُصْنًا ذابلا
And may you fare well as long as doves sing before dawn,
and the winds shake a withered branch.
Partial English translation: 64 of 66 Arabic lines translated.