يَومَO day الفِراقِof parting لَقَدindeed خُلِقتَyou were created طَويلاlong
يَومَ الفِراقِ لَقَد خُلِقتَ طَويلا
لَمdid not تُبقِleave ليfor me جَلداًfortitude وَلاnor مَعقولاreason
لَم تُبقِ لي جَلداً وَلا مَعقولا
O day of parting, you were indeed created long.
On the day we parted, you seemed endless
You have left me neither fortitude nor reason.
Leaving me no composure or sense
لَوif حارَlost his way مُرتادُthe scout of المَنِيَّةِdeath لَمwould not يُرِدseek
لَو حارَ مُرتادُ المَنِيَّةِ لَم يُرِد
إِلّاexcept الفِراقَparting عَلىto النُفوسِsouls دَليلاa guide
إِلّا الفِراقَ عَلى النُفوسِ دَليلا
If death's scout lost his way, he would seek nothing
If the angel of death were lost, he would find
but parting as a guide to souls.
No guide but parting to lead souls
قالواthey said الرَحيلُdeparture فَماand not شَكَكتُI doubted بِأَنَّهاthat it was
قالوا الرَحيلُ فَما شَكَكتُ بِأَنَّها
نَفسيmy soul عَنِfrom الدُنياthe world تُريدُwishes رَحيلاdeparture
نَفسي عَنِ الدُنيا تُريدُ رَحيلا
They said, ‘Departure!’—and I had no doubt that it was
They said it was time to leave but I never doubted
my soul that wished to leave this world.
My soul wanted to depart this world
الصَبرُpatience أَجمَلُmore beautiful غَيرَexcept أَنthat تَلَدُّداًrestless bewilderment
الصَبرُ أَجمَلُ غَيرَ أَن تَلَدُّداً
فيin الحُبِّlove أَحرىmore deserving أَنto يَكونَbe جَميلاbeautiful
في الحُبِّ أَحرى أَن يَكونَ جَميلا
Patience is more beautiful; yet restless bewilderment
Patience is best though lingering
in love has a better claim to beauty.
In love is still more beautiful
أَتَظُنُّنيdo you think I أَجِدُfind السَبيلَthe way إِلىto العَزاconsolation
أَتَظُنُّني أَجِدُ السَبيلَ إِلى العَزا
وَجَدَwould have found الحِمامُdeath إِذاًthen إِلَيَّto me سَبيلاa way
وَجَدَ الحِمامُ إِذاً إِلَيَّ سَبيلا
Do you think I can find a way to consolation?
Do you think I can find solace
Then death would have found a way to me.
When even the doves cannot reach me
رَدُّrestraining الجَموحِthe headstrong steed الصَعبِunruly أَسهَلُeasier مَطلَباًas a task
رَدُّ الجَموحِ الصَعبِ أَسهَلُ مَطلَباً
مِنthan رَدِّchecking دَمعٍtears قَدalready أَصابَfound مَسيلاa channel
مِن رَدِّ دَمعٍ قَد أَصابَ مَسيلا
Reining in a headstrong, unruly steed is an easier task
To curb a stubborn camel is easier
than checking tears that have found a channel.
Than stopping a tear once flowing
ذَكَرَتكُمُremembered you الأَنواءُthe rain-bearing stars ذِكرِيَmy remembrance of بَعضَكُمsome of you
ذَكَرَتكُمُ الأَنواءُ ذِكرِيَ بَعضَكُم
فَبَكَتand wept عَلَيكُمfor you بُكرَةًin the morning وَأَصيلاand in the evening
فَبَكَت عَلَيكُم بُكرَةً وَأَصيلا
The rain-bearing stars remembered you as I remembered some of you,
The winds recalled you all to me
and wept for you morning and evening.
Weeping for you at dawn and dusk
وَبِنَفسِيَand with my life القَمَرُthe moon الَّذيwho بِمُحَجَّرٍat Muhajjar
وَبِنَفسِيَ القَمَرُ الَّذي بِمُحَجَّرٍ
أَمسىcame to be مَصوناًprotected لِلنَوىto separation مَبذولاgiven over
أَمسى مَصوناً لِلنَوى مَبذولا
And my life be ransom for the moon who, at Muhajjar,
By my soul, the moon lodged in celestial spheres
became guarded, yet given over to separation.
Spared the sweetheart has become barren
إِنّيindeed I تَأَمَّلتُI pondered النَوىseparation فَوَجَدتُهاso I found it
إِنّي تَأَمَّلتُ النَوى فَوَجَدتُها
سَيفاًa sword عَلَيَّagainst me مَعَalongside الهَوىlove مَسلولاunsheathed
سَيفاً عَلَيَّ مَعَ الهَوى مَسلولا
Indeed, I pondered separation and found it
I saw the sweetheart as a sword upon me
a sword unsheathed against me, alongside love.
Drawn alongside passion against me
لاdo not تَأخُذينيhold me accountable بِالزَمانِfor Time فَلَيسَfor it is not ليto me
لا تَأخُذيني بِالزَمانِ فَلَيسَ لي
تَبَعاًsubservient وَلَستُnor am I عَلىfor الزَمانِTime كَفيلاa guarantor
تَبَعاً وَلَستُ عَلى الزَمانِ كَفيلا
Do not hold me accountable for Time, for it is not
Do not take me to task for time
subject to me, nor am I Time's guarantor.
I owe it no allegiance or bond
مَنwhoever زاحَفَbattles الأَيّامَthe days ثُمَّthen عَباmusters لَهاagainst them
مَن زاحَفَ الأَيّامَ ثُمَّ عَبا لَها
غَيرَother than القَناعَةِcontentment لَمhas not يَزَلceased to be مَفلولاdefeated
غَيرَ القَناعَةِ لَم يَزَل مَفلولا
Whoever battles the days and then musters against them
Whoever craves days then breaks free
anything but contentment will remain defeated.
Will find no peace but anguish
مَنwhoever كانَhas مَرعىthe pasture of عَزمِهِhis resolve وَهُمومِهِand his cares
مَن كانَ مَرعى عَزمِهِ وَهُمومِهِ
رَوضُthe meadow of الأَمانيwishes لَمhas not يَزَلceased to be مَهزولاgaunt
رَوضُ الأَماني لَم يَزَل مَهزولا
He whose resolve and cares have as their pasture
Whoever hopes in vain pursuits
the meadow of wishes remains forever gaunt.
Will find no fruits but loss
لَوif جازَprevailed سُلطانُthe authority of القُنوعِcontentment وَحُكمُهُand its rule
لَو جازَ سُلطانُ القُنوعِ وَحُكمُهُ
فيamong الخَلقِhumankind ماnot كانَwould be القَليلُthe little قَليلاlittle
في الخَلقِ ما كانَ القَليلُ قَليلا
If contentment's authority and rule prevailed
If contentment could rule all people
among humankind, little would not be little.
Nothing would be too small to appreciate
الرِزقُsustenance لاdo not تَكمَدgrieve عَلَيهِover it فَإِنَّهُfor it
الرِزقُ لا تَكمَد عَلَيهِ فَإِنَّهُ
يَأتيcomes وَلَمthough not تَبعَثyou sent إِلَيهِto it رَسولاa messenger
يَأتي وَلَم تَبعَث إِلَيهِ رَسولا
Do not grieve over sustenance, for it
Sustenance comes unbidden
comes without your sending a messenger to it.
No need to send a messenger for it
لِلَّهِto God دَرُّكِyour excellence أَيُّwhat a مَعبَرِmeans of crossing قَفرَةٍdesert waste
لِلَّهِ دَرُّكِ أَيُّ مَعبَرِ قَفرَةٍ
لاnot يوحِشُfrightens اِبنَthe son of البَيضَةِthe egg الإِجفيلاskittish
لا يوحِشُ اِبنَ البَيضَةِ الإِجفيلا
God bless you—what a mount for crossing a desert waste,
God's ways, how a barren desert
one that does not alarm the egg's skittish son—the ostrich!
Does not make the young ostrich lonely
بِنتُdaughter of الفَضاءِthe open expanse مَتىwhenever تَخِدshe strides swiftly بِكَcarrying you لاnot تَدَعleaves
بِنتُ الفَضاءِ مَتى تَخِد بِكَ لا تَدَع
فيin الصَدرِthe breast مِنكَof yours عَلىagainst الفَلاةِthe desert غَليلاburning resentment
في الصَدرِ مِنكَ عَلى الفَلاةِ غَليلا
The daughter of the open expanse, whenever she bears you swiftly, leaves
Daughter of the desert, do not shy from me
no burning resentment against the desert in your breast.
Lest my heart languish in this wasteland
أَوَand do...? ماnot تَراهاyou see her ماwhenever تَراهاyou see her هِزَّةًa surging motion
أَوَ ما تَراها ما تَراها هِزَّةً
تَشأىoutstrips العُيونَthe eyes تَعَجرُفاًwith headlong force وَذَميلاand a swift trot
تَشأى العُيونَ تَعَجرُفاً وَذَميلا
And do you not see her, whenever you see her, as a surge
Do you not see her galloping proudly
that outstrips the eyes with headlong force and a swift trot?
Eyes disdainful, neck arched
لَوif كانَhad كَلَّفَهاcharged her with عُبَيدٌUbayd حاجَةًan errand
لَو كانَ كَلَّفَها عُبَيدٌ حاجَةً
يَوماًone day لَأُنسِيَhe would have been made to forget شَدقَماًShadqam وَجَديلاand Jadil
يَوماً لَأُنسِيَ شَدقَماً وَجَديلا
If Ubayd had charged her with an errand
If she were asked a favor even once
one day, he would have been made to forget Shadqam and Jadil.
She would forget ferocity and bite
بِالسَكسَكِيِّthrough al-Saksaki الماتِعِيِّal-Mati'i تَمَتَّعَتfound delight
بِالسَكسَكِيِّ الماتِعِيِّ تَمَتَّعَت
هِمَمٌaspirations ثَنَتturned back طَرفَthe gaze of الزَمانِTime كَليلاweary
هِمَمٌ ثَنَت طَرفَ الزَمانِ كَليلا
Through al-Saksaki al-Mati'i were gratified
With a swaying gait alluring
aspirations that turned Time's gaze back, weary.
Her charm humbled even time
لاdo not تَدعُوَنever summon نوحَNuh بنَson of عَمرٍوAmr دَعوَةًa summons
لا تَدعُوَن نوحَ بنَ عَمرٍو دَعوَةً
لِلخَطبِfor a calamity إِلّاexcept أَنthat يَكونَit is جَليلاmomentous
لِلخَطبِ إِلّا أَن يَكونَ جَليلا
Never summon Nuh son of Amr
Do not call Nuwahibn Amr for counsel
for a calamity unless it is momentous.
Unless the matter be momentous
يَقِظٌvigilant إِذاwhen ماever المُشكِلاتُdifficulties عَرَونَهُbeset him
يَقِظٌ إِذا ما المُشكِلاتُ عَرَونَهُ
أَلفَينَهُthey find him المُتَبَسِّمَsmiling البُهلولاmagnanimous
أَلفَينَهُ المُتَبَسِّمَ البُهلولا
Vigilant: whenever difficult matters beset him,
Awake when adversity questions him
they find him smiling and magnanimous.
His calm smile makes worries seem foolish
ماnot زالَceased يُبرِمُهُنَّhe twists them tight حَتّىuntil إِنَّهُindeed it
ما زالَ يُبرِمُهُنَّ حَتّى إِنَّهُ
لَيُقالُit is indeed said ماnot خَلَقَcreated الإِلَهُGod سَحيلاa single-strand cord
لَيُقالُ ما خَلَقَ الإِلَهُ سَحيلا
He has kept twisting them tight, until indeed
He keeps refusing them until it's said
it is said, ‘God created no single-stranded cord.’
God created nothing as stalwart
ثَبتُsteadfast المَقامِin his stance يَرىhe sees القَبيلَةَthe tribe واحِداًone man
ثَبتُ المَقامِ يَرى القَبيلَةَ واحِداً
وَيُرىand he is seen فَيَحسَبُهُso it reckons him القَبيلُthe tribe قَبيلاa whole tribe
وَيُرى فَيَحسَبُهُ القَبيلُ قَبيلا
Firm in his stance, he sees a tribe as one man;
Firm in stance, he sees the tribe as one
and when seen, the tribe reckons him a whole tribe.
Though the tribe sees him as apart
كَمhow many وَقعَةٍa battle لَكَof yours فيin المَكارِمِnoble deeds فَخمَةٍmighty
كَم وَقعَةٍ لَكَ في المَكارِمِ فَخمَةٍ
غادَرتَyou left فيهاin it ماwhat مَلَكتَyou owned قَتيلاslain
غادَرتَ فيها ما مَلَكتَ قَتيلا
How many a mighty battle is yours in noble deeds,
How many grave battles have you waged
in which you left all you owned slain!
And left the foe bereft of life
أَوطَأتَyou made trample أَرضَthe land of البُخلِstinginess فيهاin it غارَةًa raid
أَوطَأتَ أَرضَ البُخلِ فيها غارَةً
تَرَكَتit left حُزونَthe rugged ground of الحادِثاتِmisfortunes سُهولاplains
تَرَكَت حُزونَ الحادِثاتِ سُهولا
There you made a raid trample the land of stinginess,
You stormed the land of greed
leaving the rugged ground of misfortunes as plains.
Leaving mourning in your wake
فَرَأَيتَso you deemed أَكثَرَthe greatest ماwhat حَبَوتَyou bestowed مِنَof اللُهىgifts
فَرَأَيتَ أَكثَرَ ما حَبَوتَ مِنَ اللُهى
نَزراًscant وَأَصغَرَand the least ماwhat شُكِرتَyou were thanked جَزيلاabundant
نَزراً وَأَصغَرَ ما شُكِرتَ جَزيلا
So you deemed the greatest gifts you bestowed
You saw your joys as fleeting
scant, and the slightest thanks you received abundant.
And your gratitude as too little
لَمhas not يَتَّرِكleft undone فيin المَجدِglory مَنwhoever جَعَلَmade النَدىgenerosity
لَم يَتَّرِك في المَجدِ مَن جَعَلَ النَدى
فيover مالِهِhis wealth لِلمُعتَفينَfor gift-seekers وَكيلاa steward
في مالِهِ لِلمُعتَفينَ وَكيلا
He has left nothing undone for glory who makes generosity
None who hoarded glory
a steward over his wealth for those seeking gifts.
Was left to aid the needy
أَوَلَيسَand has not عَمرٌوAmr بَثَّspread فيamong الناسِpeople النَدىgenerosity
أَوَلَيسَ عَمرٌو بَثَّ في الناسِ النَدى
حَتّىuntil اِشتَهَيناwe longed أَنto نُصيبَcome across بَخيلاa miser
حَتّى اِشتَهَينا أَن نُصيبَ بَخيلا
And has not Amr spread generosity among people
Did not Amr instill generosity
until we longed to come across a miser?
Until we envied even misers?
أُشدُدgrip firmly يَدَيكَyour two hands بِحَبلِto the rope of نوحٍNuh مُعصِماًholding fast for protection
أُشدُد يَدَيكَ بِحَبلِ نوحٍ مُعصِماً
تَلقاهُyou will find it حَبلاًa rope بِالنَدىto generosity مَوصولاjoined
تَلقاهُ حَبلاً بِالنَدى مَوصولا
Clasp Nuh's rope with both hands, holding fast;
I clasp your hand with Noah's bond
you will find it a rope joined to generosity.
An unbreakable rope of giving
ذاكَthat man الَّذيwho إِنif كانَhe is خِلَّكَyour close friend لَمnot تَقُلyou will say
ذاكَ الَّذي إِن كانَ خِلَّكَ لَم تَقُل
ياoh لَيتَنيwould that I لَمhad not أَتَّخِذهُtaken him خَليلاas a close friend
يا لَيتَني لَم أَتَّخِذهُ خَليلا
That is the man—if he is your close friend, you will never say,
He whose friend you are, you'd never say
‘Oh, would that I had not taken him as a close friend!’
I wish I hadn't made him close