لاmay not يَبعَدِperish اللَهوُpleasure فيin أَيّامِناour days الموديvanishing
لا يَبعَدِ اللَهوُ في أَيّامِنا المودي
وَلاnor غُلُوُّexcess الهَوىlove فيfor الغارَةِthe jealous woman الرودِgentle
وَلا غُلُوُّ الهَوى في الغارَةِ الرودِ
May the vanishing pleasure of our days never perish,
Playfulness in our days is no stranger,
nor love's excess for the gentle, jealous woman,
Nor the excess of passion in the ardent lover.
وَجِدَّةُand the freshness الشَعَراتِof the hairs السودِblack يُرجِعُهاturns them
وَجِدَّةُ الشَعَراتِ السودِ يُرجِعُها
بيضاًwhite تَتابُعُthe succession مَرِّof the passing البيضِof white days وَالسودِand black nights
بيضاً تَتابُعُ مَرِّ البيضِ وَالسودِ
nor the freshness of black hairs, which are turned
The blackness of my hair makes it white again,
white by the successive passing of white days and black nights.
Successive white and black as days go by.
لَوif كانَthere were فيin الحِلمِwisdom مِنfor جَهلٍfolly مَضىgone by عِوَضٌcompensation
لَو كانَ في الحِلمِ مِن جَهلٍ مَضى عِوَضٌ
لَمnot أَذمُمِI condemn الشَيبَgray hair فيin قَوليmy words وَمَعقوديand my convictions
لَم أَذمُمِ الشَيبَ في قَولي وَمَعقودي
If wisdom offered recompense for folly gone by,
If there was compensation in dreams for past ignorance,
I would not condemn gray hair in my words and inward convictions.
I would not regret the white in my words and poems.
تِلكَthat البَخيلَةُthe ungenerous woman ماnot وَصليmy devotion بِمُنصَرِفٍturning away
تِلكَ البَخيلَةُ ما وَصلي بِمُنصَرِفٍ
عَنهاfrom her وَلاnor صَدُّهاher rejection عَنّيfrom me بِمَصدودِrepelled
عَنها وَلا صَدُّها عَنّي بِمَصدودِ
That ungenerous woman—my devotion does not turn
That miserly one did not connect with me,
away from her, nor is her rejection of me checked.
Neither her turning away nor my being turned from her.
أَلَمَّvisited بيto me طَيفُهاher phantom وَهناًlate at night فَأَعوَزَهُso eluded it
أَلَمَّ بي طَيفُها وَهناً فَأَعوَزَهُ
عِنديwith me وُجودُthe presence كَرىًof sleep بِالدَمعِby tears مَطرودِbanished
عِندي وُجودُ كَرىً بِالدَمعِ مَطرودِ
Her phantom visited me late at night, but could not find
Her phantom pained me in my weakness,
sleep with me, for tears had driven it away.
And I was consoled by shedding copious tears.
إِنif يَثلِمِchips away الحُبُّlove فيin رَأيٍjudgment فَرُبَّتَماyet many a
إِن يَثلِمِ الحُبُّ في رَأيٍ فَرُبَّتَما
عَزمٍresolve ثَلَمتُI cleft بِهِwith it صُمَّunyielding الجَلاميدِboulders
عَزمٍ ثَلَمتُ بِهِ صُمَّ الجَلاميدِ
If love chips away at my judgment, yet many a
If love breaks resolve now and then
resolve have I used to cleave unyielding boulders.
I have broken the resolve of mighty heroes.
قَدindeed عَلِمَhas learned الباحِثُthe inquirer الشَنآنُhostile ماwhat حَسبيmy honor
قَد عَلِمَ الباحِثُ الشَنآنُ ما حَسبي
وَبانَand became clear لِلعاجِمِto the tester المُجتَسِّthe probing one ماwhat عوديmy timber
وَبانَ لِلعاجِمِ المُجتَسِّ ما عودي
The hostile inquirer has learned what honor is mine,
The hostile investigator knew my worth,
and the probing tester has seen what timber I am made of.
And the foreigner understood my custom.
لاnot أَمدَحُI praise المَرءَa man أَقصىthe utmost ماwhat يَجودُhe gives generously بِهِwith it
لا أَمدَحُ المَرءَ أَقصى ما يَجودُ بِهِ
نَيلٌa gift يُكَسَّرُis chipped off مِنfrom حافاتِthe edges جُلمودِof a boulder
نَيلٌ يُكَسَّرُ مِن حافاتِ جُلمودِ
I do not praise a man whose utmost giving is
I do not praise a man to the utmost he gives
a gift chipped from the edges of a boulder.
A brook bursts forth from the sides of ice.
حَسبيenough for me بِأَحمَدَwith Ahmad إِحساناًkindness يُبَلِّغُنيbrings me
حَسبي بِأَحمَدَ إِحساناً يُبَلِّغُني
مَدىthe extent الغِنىof wealth وَبِفِعلٍand with a deed مِنهُfrom him مَحمودِpraiseworthy
مَدى الغِنى وَبِفِعلٍ مِنهُ مَحمودِ
Ahmad is enough for me, with kindness that brings me
I am content with Ahmed's kindness,
to the fullness of wealth, and with praiseworthy deeds from him.
It shows me the extent of wealth and his praise.
رَطبُmoist الغَمامِthe cloud إِذاwhen ماever اِستُمطِرَتis asked for rain يَدُهُhis hand
رَطبُ الغَمامِ إِذا ما اِستُمطِرَت يَدُهُ
جاءَتcame مَواهِبُهُhis gifts قَبلَbefore المَواعيدِthe promised times
جاءَت مَواهِبُهُ قَبلَ المَواعيدِ
His cloud is rain-laden; whenever his hand is asked for rain,
The ripe fruit of the clouds, when his hand rains,
his gifts arrive ahead of their promised times.
His gifts come before their time.
مُثرٍrich مِنَin الحَسَبِhonor الزاكيflourishing إِذاwhen ذَكَرواthey mention
مُثرٍ مِنَ الحَسَبِ الزاكي إِذا ذَكَروا
عُلاهُhis eminence أَلقَواthey surrender إِلَيهِto him بِالمَقاليدِthe keys
عُلاهُ أَلقَوا إِلَيهِ بِالمَقاليدِ
Rich in flourishing honor; whenever they mention
The proud noble stock, when they mention
his eminence, they surrender the keys to him.
His excellence, they submit to him.
مُحَسَّدٌmuch envied وَكَأَنَّand as though المَكرُماتُnoble virtues أَبَتrefused
مُحَسَّدٌ وَكَأَنَّ المَكرُماتُ أَبَت
أَنto توجِدَbe found الدَهرَever إِلّاexcept عِندَwith مَحسودِan envied man
أَن توجِدَ الدَهرَ إِلّا عِندَ مَحسودِ
Much envied—as though noble virtues refused
Envied, as if favors refused
ever to be found except in an envied man.
To be found in anyone but the envied.
وَأَصيَدُand proudly averted الخَدِّthe cheek عَنfrom إِكثارِrepeated blame عاذِلِهِhis reproacher
وَأَصيَدُ الخَدِّ عَن إِكثارِ عاذِلِهِ
إِنَّindeed النَدىgenerosity مِنamong عَتادِthe equipment السادَةِof the lords الصيدِproud
إِنَّ النَدى مِن عَتادِ السادَةِ الصيدِ
And he proudly turns his cheek from his critic's repeated blame;
And the prey of the cheek is too busy for the critics,
for generosity is part of the equipment of proud lords.
Dew comes from the implements of the masters of the chase.
إِسلَمremain safe أَباO Abu جَعفَرٍJa'far يَسلَمmay remain safe لَناfor us كَرَمٌgenerosity
إِسلَم أَبا جَعفَرٍ يَسلَم لَنا كَرَمٌ
وَبَيتُand a house مَجدٍof glory إِلىto عُلياكَyour eminence مَردودِtraced back
وَبَيتُ مَجدٍ إِلى عُلياكَ مَردودِ
Live unharmed, Abu Ja'far, so generosity may endure for us,
Make peace with Abu Ja'far and a generosity will be ours,
and a house of glory traced to your eminence.
And the house of glory will be returned to your heights.
إِذاif جَحَدتُI denied سِجالَcopious showers الغَيثِof rain رَيَّقَهُits first, finest flow
إِذا جَحَدتُ سِجالَ الغَيثِ رَيَّقَهُ
فَإِنَّthen indeed جودَكَyour generosity عِنديin my eyes غَيرُnot مَجحودِdenied
فَإِنَّ جودَكَ عِندي غَيرُ مَجحودِ
If I denied the abundant rain's first, finest flow,
When I deny the downpour of rain, it is gentle,
your generosity would certainly not be denied by me.
For your generosity with me is never denied.
وَلَوand if طَلَبتُI sought سِوىapart from نُعماكَyour bounty ليfor myself لَجَأًa refuge
وَلَو طَلَبتُ سِوى نُعماكَ لي لَجَأً
لَظَلتُI would keep أَطلُبُseeking شَيئاًsomething غَيرَnot مَوجودِexisting
لَظَلتُ أَطلُبُ شَيئاً غَيرَ مَوجودِ
And if I sought a refuge for myself outside your bounty,
If I sought other than your blessings for myself
I would keep seeking something that does not exist.
I would still be seeking something non-existent.
مَوَدَّةٌaffection وَعَطاءٌand bounty مِنكَfrom you نِلتُهُماI received them both
مَوَدَّةٌ وَعَطاءٌ مِنكَ نِلتُهُما
وَرُبَّyet many a مُعطيgiver نَوالٍof bounty غَيرُnot مَودودِbeloved
وَرُبَّ مُعطي نَوالٍ غَيرُ مَودودِ
Affection and bounty—I have received both from you,
Affection and gifts I got from you
yet many a giver of bounty is unloved.
While many givers of boons are ungenerous.
إِمّاif تَوَجَّهتَyou set out نَحوَtoward الشَرقِthe east مُعتَسِفاًtraveling without a path
إِمّا تَوَجَّهتَ نَحوَ الشَرقِ مُعتَسِفاً
بِاليَعمَلاتِon swift she-camels هُزونَthe rugged reaches اللَيلِof night وَالبيدِand deserts
بِاليَعمَلاتِ هُزونَ اللَيلِ وَالبيدِ
If you have set out toward the east, taking a pathless course
Whether you turn eastward, wrapped
on swift she-camels through the rugged reaches of night and desert,
In the darkness, shaking the hem of night and wilderness,
فَقَدthen indeed تَرَكتَyou left بِقِنَّسرينِin Qinnasrin أَفئِدَةًhearts
فَقَد تَرَكتَ بِقِنَّسرينِ أَفئِدَةً
مَجروحَةًwounded وَعُيوناًand eyes ذاتَwith تَسهيدِsleeplessness
مَجروحَةً وَعُيوناً ذاتَ تَسهيدِ
then you have left behind in Qinnasrin hearts
You left behind in my heart one wounded
wounded, and eyes held sleepless.
With eyes full of sadness.
أَولَيتَهُمyou bestowed on them حُسنَfine آلاءٍfavors فَكُلُّهُمُso every one of them
أَولَيتَهُم حُسنَ آلاءٍ فَكُلُّهُمُ
فيin حالِthe state مَستَعبَدٍof one enslaved بِالطولِby bounty مَكدودِwearied
في حالِ مَستَعبَدٍ بِالطولِ مَكدودِ
You bestowed gracious favors on them, so each of them
You gave them the beauty of kindness, so they are all
is like a weary slave, bound by your bounty.
In a state of servitude, bound by longing.
وَإِنand though صُرِفتَyou were dismissed وَلَمand not تُصرَفyou were dismissed لِبائِقَةٍfor a misdeed
وَإِن صُرِفتَ وَلَم تُصرَف لِبائِقَةٍ
عَنِfrom الخَراجِthe land tax فَلَمyet not تُصرَفyou were turned away عَنِfrom الجودِgenerosity
عَنِ الخَراجِ فَلَم تُصرَف عَنِ الجودِ
And though you were dismissed—and not for any misdeed—
And if you turn away but do not turn from
from the land-tax administration, you were not turned from generosity.
Sparing the tax, you do not turn from generosity.