المَوتُdeath نَومٌsleep طَويلٌlong لاno هُبوبَawakening لَهُfor it
المَوتُ نَومٌ طَويلٌ لا هُبوبَ لَهُ
وَالنَومُand sleep مَوتٌdeath قَصيرٌbrief بَعثُهُits resurrection أَمَمُnear
وَالنَومُ مَوتٌ قَصيرٌ بَعثُهُ أَمَمُ
Death is a long sleep from which there is no waking,
And sleep is a brief death whose resurrection is near.
وَفيand in الخُمولِobscurity حِمامٌdeath وَالفَتىand the youth قَبَلٌpresent before one's eyes
وَفي الخُمولِ حِمامٌ وَالفَتى قَبَلٌ
وَفيand in النَباهَةِrenown عَيشٌlife وَالفَتىand the youth رِمَمُdecayed bones
وَفي النَباهَةِ عَيشٌ وَالفَتى رِمَمُ
And in obscurity is death, though the youth is there before us;
And in renown is life, though the youth is but crumbling bones.
تَخالَفَvaried الشَكلُform عُصمٌwhite-legged ibex فيin جَماجِمِهاtheir skulls
تَخالَفَ الشَكلُ عُصمٌ في جَماجِمِها
أَرواقُهاtheir horns وَنَعامٌand ostriches ماnot لَهاfor them لِمَمُlocks of hair
أَرواقُها وَنَعامٌ ما لَها لِمَمُ
Forms differ: white-legged ibex have in their skulls
Their horns, while ostriches have no locks of hair;
وَحَيَّةٌand a serpent تَسمَعُhears الأَصواتَthe sounds ظالِمَةٌunjust
وَحَيَّةٌ تَسمَعُ الأَصواتَ ظالِمَةٌ
مِنamong وَصفِهاits descriptions وَظَليمٌand a male ostrich ظَأنُهُits condition الصَمَمُdeafness
مِن وَصفِها وَظَليمٌ ظَأنُهُ الصَمَمُ
And a serpent hears sounds—“unjust”
Is among its epithets—while a male ostrich’s lot is deafness.
لاdo not يَخدَعَنَّكَever deceive you أُخراناour last كَأَوَّلِناlike our first
لا يَخدَعَنَّكَ أُخرانا كَأَوَّلِنا
فيin نَحوِthe like of ماwhat نَحنُwe فيهِin it كانَتِwere الأُمَمُthe nations
في نَحوِ ما نَحنُ فيهِ كانَتِ الأُمَمُ
Let not our last deceive you: they are like our first.
The nations were in much the same condition we are in,
مُقَلَّدينَcollared بِذَمٍّwith blame لاnot يُضَيِّعُهُneglects it
مُقَلَّدينَ بِذَمٍّ لا يُضَيِّعُهُ
مِنهُمamong them عَريبٌa single soul وَلَكِنbut ضاعَتِhave been lost الذِمَمُthe covenants
مِنهُم عَريبٌ وَلَكِن ضاعَتِ الذِمَمُ
Collared with blame, which is never neglected
By a single soul among them—yet covenants have been lost.
أَجيدَwas it watered? قَلبُكَyour heart لَمّاwhen جادَهُمdrenched them مَطَرٌrain
أَجيدَ قَلبُكَ لَمّا جادَهُم مَطَرٌ
أَمor فاضَoverflowed هَمُّكَyour sorrow لَمّاwhen غاضَتِebbed الهِمَمُthe aspirations
أَم فاضَ هَمُّكَ لَمّا غاضَتِ الهِمَمُ
Was your heart watered when rain drenched them,
Or did your sorrow overflow when aspirations ran dry?
لاlet not تَشمَخِrise proudly الأُنُفُthe noses الشُمُّhigh-bridged الَّتيthat رُزِقَتwere granted
لا تَشمَخِ الأُنُفُ الشُمُّ الَّتي رُزِقَت
ماwhat لاnot يَدومُlasts فَماso not يَبقىremains لَهاfor them الشَمَمُproud loftiness
ما لا يَدومُ فَما يَبقى لَها الشَمَمُ
Let not the high-bridged noses rise in pride, those granted
What does not last: their loftiness will not remain.
لَولاwere it not for بَدائِعُmarvels دَلَّتshowed أَنَّthat خالِقَناour Creator
لَولا بَدائِعُ دَلَّت أَنَّ خالِقَنا
أَدرىmore knowing وَأَحكَمُand wiser قُلناwe would say خَلقُناour creation لَمَمُa touch of madness
أَدرى وَأَحكَمُ قُلنا خَلقُنا لَمَمُ
Were it not for marvels showing that our Creator
Knows better and is wiser, we would say our creation was a fit of madness.