أُسايرُI travel alongside رَكْبَthe caravan الجّوِّof the sky وهوand it is كواكبُstars
أُسايرُ رَكْبَ الجّوِّ وهو كواكبُ
وأهزِمُand I rout جُندَthe army اللّيلَof night وهيand it is غياهبُdeep darkness
وأهزِمُ جُندَ اللّيلَ وهي غياهبُ
I travel alongside the sky's caravan, which is the stars,
I travel with the caravan of the firmament, amid the stars,
and rout the army of night, which is deep darkness.
And defeat the army of the night amid the darknesses,
وأَلثِمُand I kiss أيديthe forelegs العِيسِof the pale camels فيat كلِّevery منزلٍstopping-place
وأَلثِمُ أيدي العِيسِ في كلِّ منزلٍ
فهُنّfor they إذاwhen زُرْنَvisit الحبيبَthe beloved حبائبare beloved ones
فهُنّ إذا زُرْنَ الحبيبَ حبائب
I kiss the forelegs of the pale camels at every stopping-place,
And I silence the hands of time at every abode,
for when they visit the beloved, they too are beloved.
For when they visit the beloved, they are rivals.
فكيفthen how بهاwith her سعدِيةًSa'diyya دونbarring وَصْلهاunion with her
فكيف بها سعدِيةً دون وَصْلها
ظُبىًsword-edges جرَّبتْهاhave tested them فيin القِراعِcombat الأجاربseasoned fighters
ظُبىً جرَّبتْها في القِراعِ الأجارب
Then how much more beloved is Sa'diyya, when barring union with her
So how can they be happy without union with him
are sword-edges that seasoned fighters have tested in combat?
Having experienced separation in the land of strangers?
إذاwhen زرْتُهاI visit her طافتْcircle عليهاaround her عواذلٌchiding women
إذا زرْتُها طافتْ عليها عواذلٌ
وقاسمنيand shares with me العينَيْنِthe two eyes منهاof her مُراقِبa watcher
وقاسمني العينَيْنِ منها مُراقِب
When I visit her, chiding women circle around her,
When I visit her, maidens circle about her jealously
and a watcher shares her two eyes with me.
And the two eyes divide me from her like a guard.
ووَدَّand wishes عليهاover her لوif only يَخيطُhe could stitch جُفونَهhis eyelids
ووَدَّ عليها لو يَخيطُ جُفونَه
غيورٌa jealous man علىover إلمامةِa brief visit الطّيفِof the dream-phantom عاتِبresentful
غيورٌ على إلمامةِ الطّيفِ عاتِب
A jealous man wishes he could stitch his eyelids shut over her,
A jealous one desires to sew shut his eyelids
resentful even of a dream-phantom's brief visit.
Lest he witness the procession of the specter reproaching him.
تَوعّدنيthreatened me الغيرانُthe jealous man بالموتِwith death دونكمbefore reaching you
تَوعّدني الغيرانُ بالموتِ دونكم
وتلكand those الأمانيwishes ياO أُميمَUmaym الكواذِبfalse
وتلك الأماني يا أُميمَ الكواذِب
The jealous man threatened me with death before I reached you;
The jealous threaten me with death to keep you from me
those, O Umaym, are lying wishes.
Yet those wishes, O lifeline, are mendacious.
أأُغضِيshould I overlook علىover وِتْرٍan unavenged wrong وللسيفِwhile the sword has قائمٌa hilt
أأُغضِي على وِتْرٍ وللسيفِ قائمٌ
وأَقُعُدُand sit idle عنaway from مَجدٍglory وللعيسِwhile the pale camels have غاربwithers
وأَقُعُدُ عن مَجدٍ وللعيسِ غارب
Should I overlook an unavenged wrong while the sword has a hilt,
Shall I ignore the bow's string taut and ready
and sit idle, shunning glory, while the camels have withers?
And abandon glory while the hour is fleeting?
ألفْتُI have grown used to نَوىseparation from الأُلاّفِclose companions ممَّاfrom what أخوضهُI plunge into
ألفْتُ نَوى الأُلاّفِ ممَّا أخوضهُ
فلستُso I am not أُباليconcerned حينَwhen يَنعَبُcroaks ناعبa raven
فلستُ أُبالي حينَ يَنعَبُ ناعب
I have grown used to parting from companions through all I face,
I have grown used to the companionship of friends—
so I care nothing when a raven croaks.
I do not care what the slanderers say.
وفارقْتُand I parted from أصحابيmy companions فقالthen said فراقُهمtheir parting
وفارقْتُ أصحابي فقال فراقُهم
تأمَّلْconsider فماfor there is no غيْريother than me لكfor you اليومَtoday صاحبcompanion
تأمَّلْ فما غيْري لك اليومَ صاحب
I parted from my companions, and their parting said:
My friends left me—their leaving said:
Consider: today you have no companion but me.
"Consider whom you know today other than me."
أفيis it in كلِّevery يومٍday للزّمانthat time has بصَفْحتِيon my side
أفي كلِّ يومٍ للزّمان بصَفْحتِي
نُدوبُscars سهامٍof arrows كُلُّهنّall of them صوائبstriking true
نُدوبُ سهامٍ كُلُّهنّ صوائب
Does time, every day, leave upon my side
Does time daily mark my pages
scars from arrows, every one unerring?
With wounds from arrows, each a perfect throw?
وكانand it would be عجيباًa wonder فيهin it لوif أنّthat ساعةًan hour
وكان عجيباً فيه لو أنّ ساعةً
تَمُرُّpasses ولاand not تَنتابُbefall فيهاduring it عجائبstrange events
تَمُرُّ ولا تَنتابُ فيها عجائب
It would be a wonder in this age if a single hour
It would be strange if an hour passed
passed without strange events befalling it.
Without wonders befalling this amazing world.
أخِلاّيَmy dear friends لوif كانwere الزّمانُtime كعَهْدهِas its former self
أخِلاّيَ لو كان الزّمانُ كعَهْدهِ
لأسمحَwould surely give freely مَطْلوبٌone sought وأنجحَand would succeed طالبa seeker
لأسمحَ مَطْلوبٌ وأنجحَ طالب
My dear friends, if time were as it once was,
O my brothers, if only time were as it once was,
the one sought would give freely, and the seeker succeed,
The seeker would gain what he sought, the desirer find ease.
وآبَand would return إلىto أحبابِهhis loved ones وديارِهand his dwellings
وآبَ إلى أحبابِه وديارِه
مَشوقٌone filled with longing إليهمfor them حاضِرُpresent القلبِthe heart غائبabsent
مَشوقٌ إليهم حاضِرُ القلبِ غائب
and home to his loved ones and his dwellings would return
He would return to his beloved friends and homes,
one longing for them, present in heart but absent.
Yearning for them, though his body be absent.
ولكنْbut عدتْنيkept me from أنْto أعودَreturn إليكمُto you
ولكنْ عدتْني أنْ أعودَ إليكمُ
منfrom الدّهرِtime هذيthese الحادثاتُcalamities الغرائبstrange
من الدّهرِ هذي الحادثاتُ الغرائب
But I have been kept from returning to you
But time's strange events forbid my return to you—
by these strange calamities of time.
Not just my intent parts us but misfortune.
وكانand was النّوىseparation يَكفْيenough لتفريقto separate بَيْنناour bond
وكان النّوى يَكفْي لتفريق بَيْننا
فكيفthen how إذاwhen كانthere are النّوىseparation والنوائبand calamities
فكيف إذا كان النّوى والنوائب
Separation alone was enough to part us;
Though my resolve attracts my spirit
what then when separation and calamities combine?
To the highest glory and stellar ambition,
وإنّيand I indeed علىdespite ماwhat بيafflicts me ليَجْذِبُsurely draws همتّيmy ambition
وإنّي على ما بي ليَجْذِبُ همتّي
إلىtoward الشّرفِeminence العاليlofty منof المجدِglory جاذبa compelling force
إلى الشّرفِ العالي من المجدِ جاذب
And despite my plight, my ambition is surely drawn
I swear by the radiant brows of the she-camels
toward the lofty eminence of glory by a compelling force.
Swiftly pacing over the land, each with a howdah,
حلفْتُI swore بأنضاءby emaciated mounts السِفارِof journeys دوائبٍever traveling
حلفْتُ بأنضاء السِفارِ دوائبٍ
عليهنّupon them أنجابٌnoble men وهُنّand they are نَجائبnoble camels
عليهنّ أنجابٌ وهُنّ نَجائب
I swore by journey-worn mounts, ever traveling,
Whose hands, as they pass, seem to pound the earth—
with noble men upon them, noble camels themselves.
I will wrap the night in the train of its gown
تَخِفُّmove lightly بهاwith them أيدٍforelegs كأنّas though مُرورَهاtheir passage
تَخِفُّ بها أيدٍ كأنّ مُرورَها
سِراعاًswiftly فُويقَjust above الأرضthe earth أيدٍhands حَواسبreckoning
سِراعاً فُويقَ الأرض أيدٍ حَواسب
Forelegs bear them lightly, their motion resembling,
Until dawn rises with a streak of light.
as they speed just above the earth, hands at reckoning.
My friends, their swords white-bladed, attack.
لأدَّرِعَنَّI shall surely don as armor اللّيلَthe night أسحَبُdragging ذَيْلَهits hem
لأدَّرِعَنَّ اللّيلَ أسحَبُ ذَيْلَه
إلىuntil أنthat يُرَىis seen فَرْعٌa lock of hair منof الصبحِdawn شائبgray
إلى أن يُرَى فَرْعٌ من الصبحِ شائب
I shall surely don the night as armor, dragging its hem,
Atop the camels are warriors with lances.
until a gray lock of dawn comes into view.
Atop each spirited camel is a youth teasing
بصَحْبwith companions لهمfor them بيِضُgleaming white السّيوفswords أضالعٌribs
بصَحْب لهم بيِضُ السّيوف أضالعٌ
وعيسٌand pale camels عليهنّupon them الرِحالُsaddles غَواربwithers
وعيسٌ عليهنّ الرِحالُ غَوارب
With companions whose ribs are gleaming swords,
The tips of spears. With his resolve he reddens
and pale camels whose withers are saddles,
His blade white as a mirror. Though paths twist,
وكلand every جَموحِheadstrong mount الشَدِّin galloping فوقabove سَراتهits back
وكل جَموحِ الشَدِّ فوق سَراته
غلامٌa youth لأطرافِwith the tips الرّماحof spears مُلاعِبone who plays
غلامٌ لأطرافِ الرّماح مُلاعِب
and every mount wild in its gallop, upon whose back
He leads away the delicate beloved in her veil.
a youth plays with the points of spears:
At dawn he bids her farewell and returns
منamong البِيضthe fair-faced يُعْرَوريrides bareback بهwith him السّيفَthe sword عَزْمُهhis resolve
من البِيض يُعْرَوري به السّيفَ عَزْمُه
وإنeven if هوhe لمnot تُسْدَدْare barred عليهagainst him المَذاهبthe ways
وإن هو لم تُسْدَدْ عليه المَذاهب
one of the fair-faced, whose resolve rides the sword bareback with him,
Despoiled by passion’s heat and ardor.
even when the ways before him have not been barred.
An age has passed—glory remains for its people.
ويَقْتادُand he leads منfrom آلthe line of الصُّبيْبِal-Subayb نَزائعاًimported steeds
ويَقْتادُ من آل الصُّبيْبِ نَزائعاً
عليهِنّupon them منfrom سِرِّthe choicest العُرَيْبِof the Arabs عصائبbands
عليهِنّ من سِرِّ العُرَيْبِ عصائب
He leads imported steeds of the line of al-Subayb,
If one side declines the other will rise.
bearing bands of the choicest Arabs.
The most radiant meadow where its wildflowers
يُصبِّحُattacks at dawn حَيّاًa clan وهْوwhile he يُعْلَقُis made to love بعضَهone of its people
يُصبِّحُ حَيّاً وهْو يُعْلَقُ بعضَه
فيَرجعُso returns مَنْهوباًplundered منby الوجدlonging ناهبthe plunderer
فيَرجعُ مَنْهوباً من الوجد ناهب
He raids a clan at dawn, yet falls in love with one of its people;
Are like the grinning teeth of youth tucked in its folds,
the plunderer returns, himself plundered by longing.
Has inclined the reins of the roan stallion leading
مُقضَّىspent زمانٍan age ماnever يَزالُceases لأهْلهfor its people
مُقضَّى زمانٍ ما يَزالُ لأهْله
إذاwhen ذَلَّgrows meek منهof it جانبٌone side عَزَّgrows mighty جانبanother side
إذا ذَلَّ منه جانبٌ عَزَّ جانب
A lifetime spent in an age whose people always find
Hopes that leap while generosity is reined in.
that when one side grows meek, another grows mighty.
The noble son has cast his burden there,
وأروعَand an awe-inspiring man مَضّاءٍresolute كأنَّas though جَنانَهhis heart
وأروعَ مَضّاءٍ كأنَّ جَنانَه
شُباةُthe sharp point سِنانٍof a spearhead أُودعَتْهاentrusted with it التّرائبthe breastbones
شُباةُ سِنانٍ أُودعَتْها التّرائب
And by an awe-inspiring, resolute man, whose heart seems
For no glory's gained except through valor.
a spearhead's sharp point entrusted to the breastbones.
Can one deviate from the correct governance
أمالَhe turned زمامَthe reins الأرجنيِّof al-Arjani مُعَرِّجاًturning aside
أمالَ زمامَ الأرجنيِّ مُعَرِّجاً
وقدwhen already حامتِcircled الآمالُhopes والجُودُand generosity ناضبexhausted
وقد حامتِ الآمالُ والجُودُ ناضب
He turned al-Arjani's reins, bending his course,
Of the Quraysh tribe, when hopes seek rights?
when hopes were circling and generosity had run dry.
We asked nothing of their noble steeds but what was deserved
وألقَىand he cast إليكbefore you ابنَthe son الكرامِof the noble برَحْلِهاwith its saddle
وألقَى إليك ابنَ الكرامِ برَحْلِها
فلاfor no مَجْدَglory إلاexcept دُونَbelow ماwhat هوhe كاسِبearns
فلا مَجْدَ إلا دُونَ ما هو كاسِب
He delivered to you the son of noble men, with his mount's saddle;
Though gazes admire them and plaits adorn them.
all glory falls below what he earns.
How not when their houses are sanctuaries,
وهلand is there عنaway from سديدِSadid الدولةِal-Dawla القَرمِthe noble lord مَعدِلٌa turning aside
وهل عن سديدِ الدولةِ القَرمِ مَعدِلٌ
إذاwhen شامَتِglimpsed النُجْحَsuccess الوشيكَimminent المَطالِبaspirations
إذا شامَتِ النُجْحَ الوشيكَ المَطالِب
Is there any turning away from Sadid al-Dawla, the noble lord,
Wherein even armies on horseback are humbled?
when aspirations glimpse imminent success?
O brother of glory, as for praise it is flattery,
ولمand not نَقَضِwe fulfilled منany of حقِّthe due المطاياof the mounts وقدthough already سَمَتْthey rose
ولم نَقَضِ من حقِّ المطايا وقد سَمَتْ
لِلُقياهُto meet him إلاexcept دونless than ماwhat هوis واجبowed
لِلُقياهُ إلا دون ما هو واجب
We have repaid our mounts—though they aspired
As for wealth, it is freely given.
to meet him—only with less than their due,
Sincere friends double his glory
ولوeven if أنthat ماwhat يُحذّيْنthey are shod with منهاfrom them نواظِرٌeyes
ولو أن ما يُحذّيْن منها نواظِرٌ
ولوeven if أنَّthat ماwhat يُكْسَيْنthey are clothed with منهاfrom them ذَوائبlocks of hair
ولو أنَّ ما يُكْسَيْن منها ذَوائب
even if their shoes were made of eyes,
When embroiled with companions in adventures—
and even if their coverings were locks of hair.
Whether their caravan travels to him
فكيفthen how وقدwhen already حَجّتْmade pilgrimage بناwith us بَيْتَto the house سُؤْددٍof lordship
فكيف وقد حَجّتْ بنا بَيْتَ سُؤْددٍ
إلىtoward مثلِهits like بالعيسِon pale camels تُطْوَىare traversed السباسبthe wastes
إلى مثلِه بالعيسِ تُطْوَى السباسب
How much more, when they brought us as pilgrims to a house of lordship,
Or he loads their burdens in his own supplies—
toward whose like the wastes are crossed on pale camels?
When seekers come he sends them away
أخوa brother of المَجْدِglory امّاas for لثناءfor praise فإنّهhe indeed
أخو المَجْدِ امّا لثناء فإنّه
كَسوبٌa keen earner وأمَّاand as for للثّراءfor wealth فَواهبthen a giver
كَسوبٌ وأمَّا للثّراء فَواهب
A brother of glory: as for praise, he is
With handfuls of wishes and longed-for things.
a keen earner; as for wealth, a giver.
A man whose nature was so noble
لهhe has مُثْنِياtwo praisers صِدْقٍtruthful عليهof him بِجُودهِfor his bounty
له مُثْنِيا صِدْقٍ عليه بِجُودهِ
إذاwhen ماever تلاقَتْmeet بالرّفاقwith traveling companies الرَكائبthe riding camels
إذا ما تلاقَتْ بالرّفاق الرَكائب
He has two truthful praisers of his bounty,
That all the beauty and vice of mankind entered it.
whenever riding camels meet with their traveling companies:
He attained the heights until his epoch
فأمّاas for إذاwhen سارتْthey travel إليهto him فَركْبُهاthen their riders
فأمّا إذا سارتْ إليه فَركْبُها
وأمّاand as for إذاwhen عاجواthey turn back بهاwith them فالحَقائبthen the saddlebags
وأمّا إذا عاجوا بها فالحَقائب
when they journey toward him, their riders,
Brimmed with the remains of past nights and times.
and when the riders turn back with them, their saddlebags.
The Commander of the Faithful advanced him
إذاwhen ماever أتاهcome to him الرّاغبونthe seekers أعادَهمhe sends them back
إذا ما أتاه الرّاغبون أعادَهم
ومِلءand filling أكفِّthe palms الرّغِبينof the seekers الرغائبdesired gifts
ومِلء أكفِّ الرّغِبين الرغائب
When seekers come to him, he sends them back
To a rank beneath which even stars pierce the sky.
with their palms full of the gifts they desire.
He invited him to rule what was his secret
فتىًa youth كرُمَتْwas noble أخلاقُهhis character فانثَنَتْso turned بهbecause of him
فتىً كرُمَتْ أخلاقُه فانثَنَتْ به
محاسنthe virtues هذاthis الناسpeople وهيwhile they are معايبfaults
محاسن هذا الناس وهي معايب
A youth whose character is so noble that beside him
For in every nation some excel and some fall behind.
the virtues of these people become faults.
A leader of regiments capable of commanding them,
وحازand he won العلاeminence حتىuntil اشرأبتcraned upward لعصرهtoward his age
وحاز العلا حتى اشرأبت لعصره
بواقيthe remaining اللّياليnights والتفَتْنَand they turned back الذّواهبthe departed ones
بواقي اللّيالي والتفَتْنَ الذّواهب
He attained such heights that toward his age stretched
And on the day of battle, striking with his sword.
the nights still to come, and the departed ones turned back.
His aim is true, for when God wields a sword
وأدنَىand brought nearer أميرُthe Commander المؤمنينof the Faithful مكانَهhis station
وأدنَى أميرُ المؤمنين مكانَه
إلىto غايةٍa height منfrom دُونهاbelow it النّجمُthe star ثاقبpiercingly bright
إلى غايةٍ من دُونها النّجمُ ثاقب
The Commander of the Faithful raised his station
It strikes precisely where He means to strike.
to a height below which the piercing star shines.
Unique in his loftiness, he is the epitome
دعاهُhe summoned him لملكٍto rule كانhe was مَوضِعَthe repository سِرّهof his secrets
دعاهُ لملكٍ كان مَوضِعَ سِرّه
وفيand in كلevery قومٍpeople صَفْوةٌan elite وأشائبand a motley throng
وفي كل قومٍ صَفْوةٌ وأشائب
He called him to rule, for he was the keeper of his secrets;
Of an ignorant age where nobles vie for glory.
every people has an elite and a motley throng.
His qualities make him gentle to allies
زعيمُchief دواوينٍof government bureaus يَليهِنّhe administers them كافياًcapably
زعيمُ دواوينٍ يَليهِنّ كافياً
وللسيفِand with the sword فيon يومِthe day القِراعِof combat مُضاربa wielder
وللسيفِ في يومِ القِراعِ مُضارب
Chief of government bureaus, administering them capably,
And hostile to those he would obliterate.
and a sword-wielder on the day of combat.
The more the world's darkness grows, the more his light—
وand لاno غَرضtarget إلاexcept يُصيبُhe hits لأنّهbecause he
و لا غَرض إلا يُصيبُ لأنّه
إذاwhen سُلَdrawn سيفٌa sword منfrom يدِthe hand اللهِof God صائبunerring
إذا سُلَ سيفٌ من يدِ اللهِ صائب
He strikes every target, for he is,
Only in darkness can the moon illuminate.
when drawn, an unerring sword from God's hand.
May his eyes shine forever bright
توحَّدَstood alone فيin عَلْيائهِhis lofty station فهوso he is غُرّةٌa white blaze
توحَّدَ في عَلْيائهِ فهو غُرّةٌ
لدَهْرon an age بهيمٍpitch-black والحُجولُand the white stockings المناقبthe noble deeds
لدَهْر بهيمٍ والحُجولُ المناقب
He stands alone in his lofty station, a white blaze
As a rider circles God's house with soldiers.
on a pitch-black age, its white stockings his noble deeds.
He fasts when times are blessed; he breaks fast
شمائلُqualities منهاamong them للمُواليِنَfor loyal followers باسمٌa smiling one
شمائلُ منها للمُواليِنَ باسمٌ
ومنهاand among them لإفْناءfor annihilating المُعادِينَenemies صاحبa companion
ومنها لإفْناء المُعادِينَ صاحب
His qualities include one smiling on loyal followers,
When misfortunes call him to speak from the pulpit.
and another a companion in annihilating foes.
No time defies what he commands,
يزيدُincreases بإظلامِwith the darkening الورىof mankind فرْطُthe intensity نُورِهاof their light
يزيدُ بإظلامِ الورى فرْطُ نُورِها
ولنand never will تجلُوَreveal الأقمارَthe moons إلاexcept الغياهبdeep darkness
ولن تجلُوَ الأقمارَ إلا الغياهب
Their intense light grows as mankind darkens;
No fate erases what he has decreed.
only deep darkness brings the moons to view.
The lion of his writing terrifies foes—
فدامso may he remain قريرَcontent العينِin eye ماas long as ذَرَّrises شارقٌa rising sun
فدام قريرَ العينِ ما ذَرَّ شارقٌ
وماand as long as أمَّheads for بيتَthe House اللهِof God بالعِيسِon pale camels راكبa rider
وما أمَّ بيتَ اللهِ بالعِيسِ راكب
May he remain with eyes at peace, as long as a sun rises,
His claws are hands that give generously.
and a rider heads on pale camels to the House of God.
Given the choice between his army
يصومُhe fasts علىin يُمْنٍblessing ويُفْطِرُand breaks his fast ماas long as دعاcalls
يصومُ على يُمْنٍ ويُفْطِرُ ما دعا
منof الخُطْبِcourtship فيon عُودِa branch الأراكةِof the arak tree خاطبa wooer
من الخُطْبِ في عُودِ الأراكةِ خاطب
May he fast and break his fast in blessing, for as long as
And a letter from him, they choose his troops.
a wooer calls his suit from an arak branch.
As he quickly writes, his fingers shine
فلاso may no زَمنٌage عاصٍdisobey لماwhat هوhe آمرٌcommands
فلا زَمنٌ عاصٍ لما هو آمرٌ
ولاnor قَدَرٌfate ماحٍerase لماwhat هوhe كاتبwrites
ولا قَدَرٌ ماحٍ لما هو كاتب
May no age disobey what he commands,
Like lightning against those who would shame him.
nor fate erase what he writes.
Learned in the world's mysteries, seasoned by them,
يروعُterrifies الأعاديthe enemies منهfrom him لَيْثُa lion كتابةٍof writing
يروعُ الأعادي منه لَيْثُ كتابةٍ
ليُمْنَىfor the right يدَيْهِof his two hands منof يراعٍreed pens مَخالِبclaws
ليُمْنَى يدَيْهِ من يراعٍ مَخالِب
From him a lion of writing terrifies his enemies;
Behind his thoughts consequences take shape.
his right hand's claws are reed pens.
My worried eyes cannot pierce the veil
إذاwhen خُيِّرَare given a choice الأعداءُthe enemies بينbetween كتيبةٍa battalion
إذا خُيِّرَ الأعداءُ بين كتيبةٍ
وبينand between كتابٍa letter منهfrom him قالواthey say الكتائبthe battalions
وبين كتابٍ منه قالوا الكتائب
When his enemies are given the choice between a battalion
Of time's doubts and mysteries.
and a letter from him, they say: The battalions!
The train of his generosity draws me in—
يَمُرُّpasses علىover القرطاسthe paper مَرّاًin a sweep بَنانُهhis fingertips
يَمُرُّ على القرطاس مَرّاً بَنانُه
كماas بَرَقَتْflashed lightning للشّائمينَfor watchers of lightning السحائبthe clouds
كما بَرَقَتْ للشّائمينَ السحائب
His fingertips sweep over the paper
One who is virtuous is not burdened by company.
as clouds flash lightning for those watching for it.
Glories will not let me sleep unless the winds
عليمٌwell versed بأسرارِin the secrets الزّمانِof time مُجرِّبٌexperienced
عليمٌ بأسرارِ الزّمانِ مُجرِّبٌ
تَشِفُّshow through وراءbeyond الفكْرِthought منهof his العواقبoutcomes
تَشِفُّ وراء الفكْرِ منه العواقب
Knowing time's secrets, seasoned by experience,
Carry them to the horizons of every land—
outcomes show clearly beyond his thought.
Suns whose orators are easts
وأبلَجُand a radiant man أقْذَتْput a mote in خَلّتيmy poverty عينَthe eye فِكْرِهof his thought
وأبلَجُ أقْذَتْ خَلّتي عينَ فِكْرِه
فظَلَّso he kept لرَيْبِagainst the reversals of الدّهرِtime فِيَّon my behalf يُعاتبreproaching
فظَلَّ لرَيْبِ الدّهرِ فِيَّ يُعاتب
A radiant man: my poverty put a mote in his mind's eye,
And whose kings are wests that absorb them.
so he kept reproaching time's reversals on my behalf.
I tasked my mind until it was refined,
واسحَبَنيand let me trail ذيلthe hem الكرامةof honor جاهُهُhis prestige
واسحَبَني ذيل الكرامة جاهُهُ
وذوand a man of الفضلexcellence لاnot يشقىsuffers بهthrough him منwhoever يصاحبkeeps company
وذو الفضل لا يشقى به من يصاحب
His prestige let me trail the hem of honor;
Appraising all but faulty arguments.
one who accompanies a man of excellence cannot be wretched.
For people are but two poets: one an author
فلاthen may not تنمنيclaim me as kin الأمجادُthe noble إنif لمnot تَسِرْبهاtravel bearing them
فلا تنمني الأمجادُ إن لم تَسِرْبها
قوافٍrhymes لآفاقِtoward the horizons البلادِof the lands جوائبroaming
قوافٍ لآفاقِ البلادِ جوائب
May the noble disown me unless these deeds are carried
Binding words; the other addressing them.
by rhymes roaming the horizons of the lands.
If people praise the generous among men, excellent!
شُموسٌsuns وأفواهُand the mouths الرُّواةof reciters مشارقٌrising-places
شُموسٌ وأفواهُ الرُّواة مشارقٌ
لهنّfor them وأسماعُand the ears المُلوكof kings مَغاربsetting-places
لهنّ وأسماعُ المُلوك مَغارب
Suns, whose rising-places are reciters' mouths,
But praising your glory overwhelms the eloquent.
and whose setting-places are kings' ears.
If they fall short and cannot reach you,
وَكلْتُI entrusted بهنَّwith them الفكْرَthought حتىuntil تَهذَّبتْthey were polished
وَكلْتُ بهنَّ الفكْرَ حتى تَهذَّبتْ
علىthrough النّقدِcriticism إلاexcept ماwhat تَعلّلَoffered as a pretext جادِبa fault-finder
على النّقدِ إلا ما تَعلّلَ جادِب
I charged my thought with them until they were polished
They know the stars cannot be grasped.
through scrutiny, save for a detractor's pretexts.
وماand not الناسُpeople إلاbut شاعرانِtwo poets فناظمٌso, a composer
وما الناسُ إلا شاعرانِ فناظمٌ
إذاwhen ضَمَّhe gathers شَمْلاًa scattered whole للكلامِof speech وحاطبand a wood-gatherer
إذا ضَمَّ شَمْلاً للكلامِ وحاطب
People are but two kinds of poet: a composer,
who brings speech into order, and a gatherer of firewood.
لئنif indeed مدَحَpraise النّاسُpeople الكرامَthe noble فأحسنواand do well
لئن مدَحَ النّاسُ الكرامَ فأحسنوا
فمَجْدُكyet your glory بَحرٌa sea للمُجِيدينfor masters غالبoverwhelming
فمَجْدُك بَحرٌ للمُجِيدين غالب
If people praise the noble and do it well,
your glory is a sea that overwhelms even the masters.
فإنthen if عجَزواthey are unable أوor قَصَّرواfall short عنof بُلوغهِreaching it
فإن عجَزوا أو قَصَّروا عن بُلوغهِ
فقدthen indeed عَلمواthey know أنthat لنnever will تُنالَbe attained الكواكبthe stars
فقد عَلموا أن لن تُنالَ الكواكب
If they prove unequal or fall short of reaching it,
they already know that stars cannot be reached.
Partial English translation: 113 of 120 Arabic lines translated.