وَجَدتُI found الناسَthe people فيin هَرجٍturmoil وَمرجِand confusion
وَجَدتُ الناسَ في هَرجٍ وَمرجِ
غُواةٌmisguided people بَينَbetween مُعتَزِلٍa Muʿtazilite وَمُرجيand a Murjiʾite
غُواةٌ بَينَ مُعتَزِلٍ وَمُرجي
I found the people in turmoil and confusion,
Misguided, divided between Muʿtazilites and Murjiʾites.
فَشَأنُso the business of مُلوكِهِمtheir kings وَنَزفٌand draining وَنَزفٌand draining
فَشَأنُ مُلوكِهِم وَنَزفٌ وَنَزفٌ
وَأَصحابُand those in charge of الأُمورِaffairs جُباةُcollectors of خَرجِtribute
وَأَصحابُ الأُمورِ جُباةُ خَرجِ
So their kings’ business: draining and draining,
And those in authority are collectors of tribute.
وَهُمُّand the concern of زَعيمِهِمtheir leader إِنهابُgiving over to plunder مالٍwealth
وَهُمُّ زَعيمِهِم إِنهابُ مالٍ
حَرامِforbidden to النَهبِplunder أَوor إِجلالُvenerating فَرجِgenitals
حَرامِ النَهبِ أَو إِجلالُ فَرجِ
And their leader’s concern is giving wealth over to plunder,
Though its plunder is forbidden—or venerating genitals.
وَإِنَّand indeed شَرّارَةًa spark وَقَعَتfell بِوادٍin a valley
وَإِنَّ شَرّارَةً وَقَعَت بِوادٍ
لِتُحرِقَto burn وَحدَهاon its own سَمُراًacacia trees بِشَرجِin Sharj
لِتُحرِقَ وَحدَها سَمُراً بِشَرجِ
And indeed a spark fell in a valley,
To burn acacias in Sharj all on its own.
رُكوبُriding النَعشِthe bier أَسرَعُswifter لِاِبنِfor a son of دَهرٍtime
رُكوبُ النَعشِ أَسرَعُ لِاِبنِ دَهرٍ
يُريدُhe seeks الخَيرَgoodness مِنthan قَتَبٍa camel’s pack-saddle وَسَرجِand a horse’s saddle
يُريدُ الخَيرَ مِن قَتَبٍ وَسَرجِ
Riding the bier is swifter for a son of time
Who seeks goodness than riding a camel’s pack-saddle or a horse’s saddle.
غَداbecame العُصفورُthe sparrow لِلبازيover the hawk أَميراًa ruler
غَدا العُصفورُ لِلبازي أَميراً
وَأَصبَحَand became ثَعلَباًa fox ضِرغامُthe lion of تَرَجِTaraj
وَأَصبَحَ ثَعلَباً ضِرغامُ تَرَجِ
The sparrow has become the hawk’s ruler,
And the lion of Taraj has become a fox.
أَفيis there in الدُنِّياthe world لَحاهاmay He curse it اللَهُGod حَقٌّtruth
أَفي الدُنِّيا لَحاها اللَهُ حَقٌّ
فَيُطلَبَso it may be sought فيin حِنداسِهاits pitch darkness بِسُرجِwith lamps
فَيُطلَبَ في حِنداسِها بِسُرجِ
Is there truth in this world—may God curse it—
To be sought in its pitch darkness with lamps?