Sol 6.1

  1. لَقَد عَجَزَت عَن نَعتِ مِثلي المُقاوِلُ

    أَنا أَليَمُّ لَكِن لَيسَ لِليَمِّ ساحِلُ

    The speakers have indeed failed to describe one like me.

    I am the sea, but the sea has no shore.

  2. لِعاجِزَةٌ عَن فِعلِ مِثلي أَواخِرٌ

    لِعاجِزَةٌ عَن فِعلِ مِثلِ أَوائِلُ

    Later generations are indeed unable to do as I do;

    earlier generations are indeed unable to do the like.

  3. تُريدُ اللَيالي حَطَّ قَدري سَفاهَةً

    وَأَنّى تَحُطُّ العَرشَ مِنها الغَوائِلُ

    The nights foolishly seek to lower my worth,

    and how could their calamities bring down the throne?

  4. بِحَزمي وَعَزمي نِلتُ مَجداً أَسما السَما

    بِصَبري وَجِدّي لي هِباتُ الجَلائِلُ

    Through my prudence and resolve, I attained glory that exalted the sky.

    Through my patience and diligence, the gifts of greatness are mine.

  5. وَآلَت بِحَقٍّ مُقلَتي لا تَرى الكَرى

    وَتَعمى ضَلالاً وَالدَياجي جَحافِلُ

    And my eye has sworn in truth never to behold slumber,

    nor go blind in error while the dark nights are legions.

  6. تُرَنِّحُ أَعطافي نَسيمُ السَنا بَلى

    إِذا رَنَّحَت مِنّي اليَراعَ الأَنامِلُ

    The breeze of radiance sways my sides—yes—

    when my fingertips set the reed pen swaying.

  7. لَهُ اللَهُ مِثلي ذو اِنتِشا مِن صَريرِهِ

    سِواهُ نَزيفٌ قَد سَقَتهُ البَلابِلُ

    God bless one like me, enraptured by its scratching;

    another is drunk, given drink by the nightingales.

  8. فَيا حَبَّذا مِثلي وَيا حَبَّذا عَلَت

    عَلى قِمَمِ الأَفلاكِ مِنّي الفَضائِلُ

    So how splendid is one like me! And how splendid that there have risen

    above the summits of the celestial spheres the virtues that are mine!