تصعيدُraising up هذاthis الدهرِage والتصويبُand lowering
تصعيدُ هذا الدهرِ والتصويبُ
مثليone like me علىin حاليهماtheir two states مغلُوبُdefeated
مثلي على حاليهما مغلُوبُ
The raising and lowering of this age—
The rise and fall of fate,
one like me is defeated in either state.
Overpowers me in my state,
لاdo not تنكريdisapprove أنّيthat I تغيَّرhas changed شيمتيmy nature
لا تنكري أنّي تغيَّر شيمتي
فالرمحُfor the spear قدmay يَنْأدُّbend منهof it كعوبُjoints
فالرمحُ قد يَنْأدُّ منه كعوبُ
Do not fault me for the change in my nature;
Don't deny that my ways have changed,
for a spear's joints may bend.
For spears may bend from where they're ranged,
لاdo not تعجبيmarvel أنيthat I شكوتُI complained فإِنَّهfor indeed it is so
لا تعجبي أني شكوتُ فإِنَّه
قدmay يظلعُlimp المتحسِّرُthe weary man المنكوبُthe afflicted
قد يظلعُ المتحسِّرُ المنكوبُ
Do not marvel that I complained, for indeed
Don't wonder that I complain,
the weary, afflicted man may limp.
The stricken oft cry out in pain,
أجريI run علىaccording to عِرْقِthe stock المكارمِof noble virtues مثلَماjust as
أجري على عِرْقِ المكارمِ مثلَما
يجريruns علىaccording to أعراقِهits bloodlines اليعبُوبُthe swift steed
يجري على أعراقِه اليعبُوبُ
I run true to the stock of noble virtues, just as
I flow as virtues' veins run dry,
the swift steed runs true to its bloodlines.
As desert rains flow and then die,
ومَليحةِand a lovely woman الشكوىthe complaint إليَّto me مليحةٌcharming
ومَليحةِ الشكوى إليَّ مليحةٌ
منof صرفِthe vicissitudes أيامdays لهنthey have دَبِيبُa creeping motion
من صرفِ أيام لهن دَبِيبُ
And a lovely woman, charming in her complaint to me
My plaintive words please me yet,
of the turns of days that creep along,
Though days for them no favor get,
أنحَتْshe assailed عليَّagainst me بلومهاwith her blame ولقدthough indeed دَرَتْshe knew
أنحَتْ عليَّ بلومها ولقد دَرَتْ
أنِّيthat I علىunder عَجْمِthe testing الزمانِof time صليبُunyielding
أنِّي على عَجْمِ الزمانِ صليبُ
assailed me with her blame, though she well knew
She blamed me, though my soul she knew,
that I stand firm under time's testing.
I'm nailed to time, a cross of rue,
واستنزلَتْنيand she sought to draw me down عنfrom يَفَاعِthe high ground أبيَّتِيof my proud spirit
واستنزلَتْني عن يَفَاعِ أبيَّتِي
ثمthen انثنتْshe turned away ورجاؤُهاand her hope مكذُوبُbelied
ثم انثنتْ ورجاؤُها مكذُوبُ
And she sought to bring me down from my proud spirit's heights,
She drew me down from my high state,
then turned away, her hope belied.
Then turned her back, hope comes too late,
ولقلَّماand seldom indeed عادَreturned الرجاءُhope مصدِّقاًproving true
ولقلَّما عادَ الرجاءُ مصدِّقاً
حيثُwhere التَوىswerved وتعثَّرand stumbled المطلُوبُthe thing sought
حيثُ التَوى وتعثَّر المطلُوبُ
And seldom does hope return fulfilled
Rarely does hope its promise keep,
where the thing sought has swerved and stumbled.
Where paths are blocked or goals too steep,
ورأتُand she thought وماand not عرفتْshe knew نزاهةَthe purity شِيمَتيof my character
ورأتُ وما عرفتْ نزاهةَ شِيمَتي
أنيthat I علىalong جُرَعِthe sandy banks الحِياضِof the watering pools ألُوبُI circle thirstily
أني على جُرَعِ الحِياضِ ألُوبُ
She thought—not knowing my character's purity—
She saw me not as I know myself,
that I circle thirstily along the pools' sandy banks.
Pure, though I've drunk of passion's well,
غُرَّتْshe was deceived بترجيمِby speculative guessing الظنونconjectures فأخطأتْso she erred
غُرَّتْ بترجيمِ الظنون فأخطأتْ
والظنُّand conjecture يُخطِئُerrs مرةًsometimes ويُصيبُand hits the mark
والظنُّ يُخطِئُ مرةً ويُصيبُ
She was misled by haphazard conjecture and so erred;
Misled by whims she made her aim,
and conjecture sometimes errs and sometimes hits the mark.
Guesses miss their mark or claim,
أوَمَاand did not ...? درتْshe know أنيthat I أنزِّهْI keep unsullied شيمتيmy character
أوَمَا درتْ أني أنزِّهْ شيمتي
كيلاso as not to أبيتَI spend the night وعِرضِيَwhile my honor المَسْبوبُreviled
كيلا أبيتَ وعِرضِيَ المَسْبوبُ
Did she not know that I keep my character unsullied,
If she'd but known I keep my name,
lest I pass the night with my honor reviled?
Lest I wake shamed when night's flame
أروىI quench my thirst بشربِwith the drink الضَّبِّof the desert lizard مجتزئَاًcontent بهwith it
أروى بشربِ الضَّبِّ مجتزئَاً به
والماءwhile the water سَلسالُsweet and smooth المذاقِin taste شَروبُeasy to drink
والماء سَلسالُ المذاقِ شَروبُ
I quench my thirst with the desert lizard's drink, content with it,
Is quenched, what's sown is reaped in full,
though the water is sweet to taste and easy to drink.
Clear water or bitter drafts I cull,
وأَصُدُّand I turn away دونَshort of الوِرْدِthe watering place والوُرَّادُand those coming to drink أَرcom- (word fragment)
وأَصُدُّ دونَ الوِرْدِ والوُرَّادُ أَر
سالٌpanies (word continuation) كماas ازدحَمَcrowded together القطاthe sandgrouse الأسروبُthe flock
سالٌ كما ازدحَمَ القطا الأسروبُ
And I turn away short of the watering place, while drinkers arrive
I shun roses for colocynth's bite,
in companies, as a flock of sandgrouse crowds together.
As camels flock to water at night,
وأصونُand I protect نعليmy sandal أنْfrom تَمَسَّtouching مواطِئَاًplaces trodden
وأصونُ نعلي أنْ تَمَسَّ مواطِئَاً
عِرضيmy honor بوطءby treading ترابهاtheir dust مثلوبُdefamed
عِرضي بوطء ترابها مثلوبُ
And I keep my sandal from touching places
I guard my feet from shameful earth,
where treading their dust would tarnish my honor.
Lest my soul choke on dirt in mirth,
وأكُرُّand I charge حيثُwhere السيفُthe sword فوقَabove جماجميmy skulls
وأكُرُّ حيثُ السيفُ فوقَ جماجمي
والموتُand death حدُّthe edge سِنانِهof its spearhead مذروبُsharply honed
والموتُ حدُّ سِنانِه مذروبُ
And I charge where the sword looms above my skulls,
I face the sword held to my crown,
and death's spearhead has a keenly sharpened edge.
And death whose blade is sharpened down,
لاno الهولُterror يملأُfills ناظريَّmy two eyes ولاnor الردَىdeath
لا الهولُ يملأُ ناظريَّ ولا الردَى
عنديto me مريرٌbitter طعمُهits taste مرهوبُdreaded
عندي مريرٌ طعمُه مرهوبُ
No terror fills my eyes, nor is death
No dread makes my eyes start and shiver,
bitter in taste or dreaded by me.
No anguish that's too grim to suffer,
فليبلونَّso let it surely test أخاa man of عزائمfirm resolves عندهاamong them
فليبلونَّ أخا عزائم عندها
إِلّاexcept البسالةَvalor والسماحand generosity غريبُalien
إِلّا البسالةَ والسماح غريبُ
So let it test a man of firm resolves, for whom
Let them know my steel is sure
all but valor and generosity is alien.
Save to all things base and poor,
فيin حلقِthe throat كلِّof every مُكايدٍschemer منهfrom him شجاًa choking thorn
في حلقِ كلِّ مُكايدٍ منه شجاً
وبصدرِand in the breast كُلِّof every منابذٍopen adversary أُلهوبُa blaze
وبصدرِ كُلِّ منابذٍ أُلهوبُ
From him comes a choking thorn in every schemer's throat,
My throat swallows each barb with ease,
and a blaze in every adversary's breast.
And meets each abandonment with peace,
فُجِعَتْwas bereaved بهاof them نفسِيmy soul وأيامُand the days الفتىof the young man
فُجِعَتْ بها نفسِي وأيامُ الفتى
نَسَماتُbreaths أرواحٍof winds لهنَّthey have هُبوبُa blowing
نَسَماتُ أرواحٍ لهنَّ هُبوبُ
My soul was bereaved of them; a young man's days
She ravaged my soul and best days,
are breaths of winds that rise and blow.
Whose gentle winds mourned their ways,
واهاًah لأيامٍfor days لهوتُI reveled بطيبِهاin their sweetness
واهاً لأيامٍ لهوتُ بطيبِها
غُصْنُthe bough الصِّبَاof youth ماwhile بينهنَّamong them رَطِيبُsupple
غُصْنُ الصِّبَا ما بينهنَّ رَطِيبُ
Ah, for days in whose sweetness I reveled,
Alas, for days whose sweet flights,
when youth's bough was supple among them.
Held youth 'twixt their fingers, delights,
فإِذاso when اعتزينَthey proclaimed themselves فإنهنَّthen indeed they شواغِلٌdistractions
فإِذا اعتزينَ فإنهنَّ شواغِلٌ
وإِذاand when انقضينَthey passed فإنهنَّthen indeed they كُروبُsorrows
وإِذا انقضينَ فإنهنَّ كُروبُ
So when they proclaim themselves, they are distractions;
That busied me when they were here,
and when they pass, they are sorrows.
And saddened when they disappeared,
ولقدand indeed لبستُI wore رداءَهاtheir cloak فنزعتُهthen I removed it
ولقد لبستُ رداءَها فنزعتُه
عنfrom عاتقَيَّmy two shoulders وهلand does يدومُlast قَشيبُa fresh garment
عن عاتقَيَّ وهل يدومُ قَشيبُ
And indeed I wore their cloak, then removed it
Her cloak I donned but off me cast,
from my shoulders—and does any fresh garment last?
Can borrowed raiment truly last?
ومُحاذرٍand a man wary of وَخْزَthe sting الهوانِof humiliation صَحِبْتُهI accompanied him
ومُحاذرٍ وَخْزَ الهوانِ صَحِبْتُه
فَسرىso traveled by night بضوءby the light جبينهِof his brow الأركُوبُthe band of riders
فَسرى بضوء جبينهِ الأركُوبُ
And I accompanied a man wary of humiliation's sting,
With dignity kept disgrace at bay,
so the riders traveled by night by the light of his brow.
As morning's light led me away,
يخطوhe strides over رقابَthe necks القومِof the people وهوand he كأنَّهas though he were
يخطو رقابَ القومِ وهو كأنَّه
عَوْدٌan aged camel بغاربهon his withers الندوبُthe scars ركوبُa riding mount
عَوْدٌ بغاربه الندوبُ ركوبُ
He strides over men's necks, as though he were
He walks atop the skulls of foes,
an old riding camel, with scars upon his withers.
Scarred, mounted, but composed,
تَئِقٌfull of wrath إِذاif ماever الضيمُoppression مَسَّtouches إِهابَهhis hide
تَئِقٌ إِذا ما الضيمُ مَسَّ إِهابَه
لمnot يرضَhe is appeased أوuntil يتخضبَbecomes bloodstained الأنبوبُthe spear-shaft
لم يرضَ أو يتخضبَ الأنبوبُ
Full of wrath, if ever oppression touches his hide,
If wronged, no blood stains his clothes,
he is not appeased until the spear-shaft is bloodstained.
Strife sheathes in courage's repose,
تُخْفِيconceals بسالتُهhis valor مطارحَthe objects همِّهof his concern
تُخْفِي بسالتُه مطارحَ همِّه
ومرامِهand of his aim إِنَّindeed الهَيُوبَthe timid man مُرِيبُarousing suspicion
ومرامِه إِنَّ الهَيُوبَ مُرِيبُ
His valor conceals the objects of his concern
Time turned its sail to run its track,
and of his aim; indeed, the timid man arouses suspicion.
All things are known in hindsight's glance
قلبَhas turned الزمانُtime ظهورَهُhis outer sides لبطونِهinto his inner sides
قلبَ الزمانُ ظهورَهُ لبطونِه
إِنّindeed المعارفَknowledge مدّهاhas enriched it التجريبُexperience
إِنّ المعارفَ مدّها التجريبُ
Time has turned him inside out;
I slipped the bonds of old romance,
indeed, experience has enriched knowledge.
Like birds released from an old dance,
خالستُهI snatched from him نُهَزَopportunities السّرَىof night travel حتىuntil انْجلَىcleared away
خالستُه نُهَزَ السّرَى حتى انْجلَى
عنfrom مثلِsomething like حَدِّthe edge المرهفِof the keen sword التأويبُdaylong journeying
عن مثلِ حَدِّ المرهفِ التأويبُ
I snatched from him chances of night travel, until
Fate garbles messages it sends,
daylong journeying revealed something like a keen sword's edge.
Till loved and loathed the same portends,
ولقدand indeed يكونُmay be الدهرُtime أعجمَinscrutable صرفهُits vicissitudes
ولقد يكونُ الدهرُ أعجمَ صرفهُ
حتىuntil استوىbecame equal المكروهُthe hated والمحبوبُand the loved
حتى استوى المكروهُ والمحبوبُ
And time may indeed be inscrutable in its vicissitudes,
Ask fate's daughters, they agree,
until the hated and the loved become alike.
I shun all pastures of shame for me,
سَلْask بيabout me بناتِthe daughters الدهرِof time فهيfor they are خبيرةٌwell-informed
سَلْ بي بناتِ الدهرِ فهي خبيرةٌ
أنيthat I عنfrom المرعَىthe pasture الذميمِdisgraceful عَزُوبُfar removed
أني عن المرعَى الذميمِ عَزُوبُ
Ask the daughters of time about me, for they know well
A curse on him who wakes and sleeps,
that I stay far from the disgraceful pasture.
His only thoughts food that he eats and drinks,
تَبّاًruin لمنto whoever يُمْسِيreaches evening ويُصْبِحُand reaches morning لاهِياًheedless
تَبّاً لمن يُمْسِي ويُصْبِحُ لاهِياً
ومرامُهُand his goal المأكولُwhat is eaten والمشروبُand what is drunk
ومرامُهُ المأكولُ والمشروبُ
Ruin to him who passes evening and morning heedlessly,
Does he not see sustenance is got
whose goal is food and drink.
By striving not by things unsought?
أَوماand does not ...? يَرىhe see الأرزاقprovisions تطلُبseek غافلاًa heedless man
أَوما يَرى الأرزاق تطلُب غافلاً
وتَصُدُّand turns away عنfrom لهفانَan anguished man وهوwhile he طَلوبُa persistent seeker
وتَصُدُّ عن لهفانَ وهو طَلوبُ
Does he not see that sustenance seeks a heedless man,
My sires judge what lives must pay,
and turns from the anguished man, though he is a persistent seeker?
Some they favor, some lead astray,
وأرىand I see الجدودَfortunes هيthey are الحواكمَthe arbiters للورَىof humankind
وأرى الجدودَ هي الحواكمَ للورَى
وبهنَّand through them يُخفِقُfails طالبٌa seeker ويُصيبُand succeeds
وبهنَّ يُخفِقُ طالبٌ ويُصيبُ
And I see that fortunes are the arbiters of humankind;
Once abandoned no return is seen,
and through them a seeker fails or succeeds.
Once embraced, the far is near,
فإِذاso if قطعْنَكthey cut you off فالغريبُthen the stranger مبَعَّدٌkept far away
فإِذا قطعْنَك فالغريبُ مبَعَّدٌ
وإِذاand if وصَلْنَكَthey keep ties with you فالبعيدُthen the far-off قَريبُnear
وإِذا وصَلْنَكَ فالبعيدُ قَريبُ
So if they cut you off, the stranger is kept far away;
Endurance is the way of life,
and if they keep ties with you, the far-off is near.
Can fate and terms be specified?
حبُّlove البقاءِof survival طبيعةٌa nature مجبولةٌinborn
حبُّ البقاءِ طبيعةٌ مجبولةٌ
وهلand can البقاءُenduring life وقدرُهwhile its span محسوبُcounted
وهل البقاءُ وقدرُه محسوبُ
Love of survival is an inborn nature;
Many live on, then taste death's thrust,
yet can life endure when its span is counted?
Some worn, some with lives robust,
ولكَمْand how many حياةٍa life دونَهاbefore it جُرَعُdraughts الرَّدَىof death
ولكَمْ حياةٍ دونَها جُرَعُ الرَّدَى
ضَربٌa kind مشوبٌtainted والحياةُand life ضُروبُkinds
ضَربٌ مشوبٌ والحياةُ ضُروبُ
And how many a life has draughts of death before it—
Fate has cycles, bleak then glad,
a tainted kind, and life has many kinds.
Life's toil, then rest for hearths or nomad,
والدهرُand time ذوpossessing حاليْنِtwo states أعرَجُlame قُلَّبٌfickle
والدهرُ ذو حاليْنِ أعرَجُ قُلَّبٌ
والعيشand life كَدٌّtoil أوuntil يريحgrants rest شعوبُShaʿūb (Death)
والعيش كَدٌّ أو يريح شعوبُ
And time, with its two states, is lame and fickle;
and life is toil, until Shaʿūb—Death—grants rest.
Partial English translation: 72 of 74 Arabic lines translated.