صحا القلب من حُبِّ الرجاء وغودرتْ

صحا القلب من حُبِّ الرجاء وغودرتْ

ولودُ المُنى لايُستَسلُّ عقيمُها

ولودُ المُنى لايُستَسلُّ عقيمُها

The heart sobered from its love of hope, and left behind were

The heart awoke from the love of hope and its wounds healed,

The fertile wishes; their barren ones cannot be drawn out.

Yet the birth of desires cannot be appeased in its barrenness.

وبِتُّ كمجهودٍ تَراخى بموتهِ

وبِتُّ كمجهودٍ تَراخى بموتهِ

لحالةِ سوءٍ ما يَبَلُّ سَقيمُها

لحالةِ سوءٍ ما يَبَلُّ سَقيمُها

And I spent the night like an exhausted man, slow to die,

I remained like one who weakened until his death,

From a wretched state whose sufferer never recovers,

Due to a dreadful state that does not cure its sick.

عشيَّةَ لا يُهدى رشيدٌ لمقْصدٍ

عشيَّةَ لا يُهدى رشيدٌ لمقْصدٍ

ولا طُرقُ الآراءِ يُغْني عليمُها

ولا طُرقُ الآراءِ يُغْني عليمُها

On an evening when no wise man is guided toward a goal,

On an eve when no guide is granted success in purpose,

Nor can one versed in the paths of counsel help.

Nor do perspectives enlighten the knowledgeable among them.

ولا الحزمُ اِلا طاعةُ الصمت والنُّهى

ولا الحزمُ اِلا طاعةُ الصمت والنُّهى

واِن شَقِيت نفسي وطالتْ همومُها

واِن شَقِيت نفسي وطالتْ همومُها

Nor is prudence anything but obedience to silence and reason,

Neither does wisdom suffice but to obey silence and prohibition,

Even though my soul suffered and its cares dragged on.

Even if my soul is wretched and its worries prolonged.

ولو لاك نجَّتْني من الهمِّ عَزْمةٌ

ولو لاك نجَّتْني من الهمِّ عَزْمةٌ

يدقُّ صِحاحَ الذَّابلات حطيمُها

يدقُّ صِحاحَ الذَّابلات حطيمُها

And were it not for you, a resolve would have saved me from sorrow,

And if not for you saving me from worries with determination,

Its broken fragments would crush intact, slender spears.

That shakes the pillars of those gone feeble.

ولكنني قيَّدْتُ منكَ بأنْعُمٍ

ولكنني قيَّدْتُ منكَ بأنْعُمٍ

زكا حادثٌ مناه وطابَ قديمُها

زكا حادثٌ مناه وطابَ قديمُها

But I bound myself with favors from you,

But I was tied to you with favors,

His new hopes flourished, and their old ones were sweet.

When an auspicious event occurred, and its old days were wholesome.

فلله ما أولي طِرادٌ من العُلى

فلله ما أولي طِرادٌ من العُلى

بني الدهر والأيامُ فذٌّ كريمُها

بني الدهر والأيامُ فذٌّ كريمُها

God be praised for the high honors Tirad bestowed

So to Allah belongs whatever lofty outcast,

On the sons of time; rare among the days is their noble one.

Of eras and days, generous in its bounties.

نماكَ ضَروباً الأكُفُّ رواعشٌ

نماكَ ضَروباً الأكُفُّ رواعشٌ

وَهُوباً اذا الشَّهْباء أكدت غيومُها

وَهُوباً اذا الشَّهْباء أكدت غيومُها

It raised you a fierce striker when hands tremble,

You are a haven for the hands when calamities flutter,

And a lavish giver when the gray drought-year's clouds withhold rain,

And a shelter if tribulations thicken its clouds.

غِنى أنفس العافين ساوها الطَّوى

غِنى أنفس العافين ساوها الطَّوى

حِماها اذا ما رامها من يضيمُها

حِماها اذا ما رامها من يضيمُها

The wealth of supplicants' souls when hunger besets them,

The richness of contented souls has equaled them to the ground,

Their refuge whenever one who would oppress them seeks them out.

Protecting them when one who wrongs them seeks them out.

يحدِّث عنك الخيرَ بادٍ وحاضرٌ

يحدِّث عنك الخيرَ بادٍ وحاضرٌ

مُسافرُ أرضٍ ظاعنٌ ومُقيمُها

مُسافرُ أرضٍ ظاعنٌ ومُقيمُها

Desert-dweller and townsman tell of your goodness,

An absent one and a present one speak of your good,

A traveler through a land, a wanderer, and its resident.

A traveler of land, one who flees, and its settlers.

فلا زلت محموداً على البأس والندى

فلا زلت محموداً على البأس والندى

كَسوب العلى ما صاحب النفس خِيمُها

كَسوب العلى ما صاحب النفس خِيمُها

So may you always be praised for valor and generosity,

So you have remained praised for valor and high resolve,

Ever winning high honors, as long as its nature accompanies the soul.

Like the stars of highness before the self pitches its tents.