ألاindeed فيin سبيلِthe cause of المَجْدِglory ماwhatever أناI فاعلam doing
ألا في سبيلِ المَجْدِ ما أنا فاعل
عَفافٌchastity وإقْدامٌand daring وحَزْمٌand resolve ونائِلand bounty
عَفافٌ وإقْدامٌ وحَزْمٌ ونائِل
Indeed, all I do is in the cause of glory:
Though glory's path I tread, what am I doing?
Chastity, daring, resolve, and bounty.
Chaste, bold, determined, gaining, wooing,
أعنديin my presence? وقدand already مارسْتُI have probed كلَّevery خَفِيّةٍhidden matter
أعندي وقد مارسْتُ كلَّ خَفِيّةٍ
يُصَدّقُis believed واشٍa slanderer أوor يُخَيّبُis disappointed سائِلa petitioner
يُصَدّقُ واشٍ أو يُخَيّبُ سائِل
In my presence, though I have probed every hidden matter,
Have I not tried my every art and skill?
Is a slanderer believed, or a petitioner disappointed?
Can any asker make report or kill?
أقَلُّthe least of صُدوديmy aversion أنّنيthat I لكَtoward you مُبْغِضٌfeel hatred
أقَلُّ صُدودي أنّني لكَ مُبْغِضٌ
وأيْسَرُand the mildest of هَجْريmy estrangement أننيthat I عنكَfrom you راحلam departing
وأيْسَرُ هَجْري أنني عنكَ راحل
The least of my aversion is that I hate you;
That I'm your foe is my least arrogance;
The mildest of my estrangement is that I depart from you.
My easiest estrangement: my advance.
إذاwhen هَبّتِblows النكْباءُthe crosswind بيْنيbetween me وبينَكُمْand between you
إذا هَبّتِ النكْباءُ بيْني وبينَكُمْ
فأهْوَنُthen the slightest شيْءٍthing ماwhat تَقولُsay العَواذِلthe reproachful women
فأهْوَنُ شيْءٍ ما تَقولُ العَواذِل
When the crosswind blows between me and you,
If fate comes between my folk and me, what then?
The reproachers' words are the least of my concerns.
Mere femmes can speak the speech of carping men.
تُعَدّare counted ذُنوبيmy sins عندَin the eyes of قَوْمٍsome people كثيرَةًmany
تُعَدّ ذُنوبي عندَ قَوْمٍ كثيرَةً
ولاand no ذَنْبَsin ليis mine إلاّexcept العُلىeminence والفواضِلand virtues
ولا ذَنْبَ لي إلاّ العُلى والفواضِل
Some people count my sins as many,
My sins seem many to the ignorant mass,
Yet my only sins are eminence and virtues.
My only crimes: sublime and of the class
كأنّيas though I إذاwhenever طُلْتُsurpassed الزمانَtime وأهْلَهُand its people
كأنّي إذا طُلْتُ الزمانَ وأهْلَهُ
رَجَعْتُI returned وعِنْديand I owe للأنامِto mankind طَوائلdebts of vengeance
رَجَعْتُ وعِنْدي للأنامِ طَوائل
As though, whenever I surpass time and its people,
That lives exalted. When I leave this earth
I return with mankind holding claims of vengeance against me.
And men, I bear for them a thing of worth.
وقدand indeed سارَhas traveled ذكْريmy renown فيthrough البلادِthe lands فمَنso who لهمْfor them
وقد سارَ ذكْري في البلادِ فمَن لهمْ
بإِخفاءِwith concealing شمسٍa sun ضَوْؤهاwhose light مُتكاملis complete
بإِخفاءِ شمسٍ ضَوْؤها مُتكامل
My renown has traveled through the lands; who can help them
My name is known in every quarter; who
Conceal a sun whose light is complete?
Could hide the shining sun, however few?
يُهِمّtroubles اللياليthe nights بعضُsome of ماwhat أناI مُضْمِرٌharbor
يُهِمّ الليالي بعضُ ما أنا مُضْمِرٌ
ويُثْقِلُand weighs down رَضْوَىRadwa دونَless than ماwhat أناI حامِلam carrying
ويُثْقِلُ رَضْوَى دونَ ما أنا حامِل
Part of what I harbor would trouble the nights,
My secret thoughts weigh down the nights sometimes;
And less than what I bear would weigh down Radwa.
My will's content Outweighs my breathing climbs.
وإنيand I indeed وإنand although كنتُI am الأخيرَthe last زمانُهُhis time
وإني وإن كنتُ الأخيرَ زمانُهُ
لآتٍsurely coming بماwith what لمnot تَسْتَطِعْهُcould achieve it الأوائلthe predecessors
لآتٍ بما لم تَسْتَطِعْهُ الأوائل
And though I am the latest in time,
Late-comer in an age, yet I shall do
I shall surely bring what the ancients could not achieve.
What early men essayed, but never knew.
وأغدوand I set out at dawn ولوand even if أنّthat الصّباحَmorning صوارِمٌkeen swords
وأغدو ولو أنّ الصّباحَ صوارِمٌ
وأسْرِيand I travel by night ولوand even if أنّthat الظّلامَdarkness جَحافلmassed armies
وأسْرِي ولو أنّ الظّلامَ جَحافل
I set out at dawn, even if morning were keen swords,
On I go though the dawn be naked swords,
And travel by night, even if darkness were massed armies.
Press on though darkness mass its hydra hordes.
وإنيand I indeed جَوادٌa noble steed لمnot يُحَلّhas been unfastened لِجامُهُits bridle
وإني جَوادٌ لم يُحَلّ لِجامُهُ
ونِضْوٌand a slender blade يَمانٍYemeni أغْفَلتْهُhave neglected it الصّياقلthe polishers
ونِضْوٌ يَمانٍ أغْفَلتْهُ الصّياقل
I am a noble steed whose bridle has not been unfastened,
A steed am I whose bit no man has slipped,
And a slender Yemeni blade the polishers have neglected.
Yemen blade bare that no man's palm has gripped.
وإنْand if كانthere is فيin لُبسِthe attire of الفتىthe young man شرَفٌhonor لهfor him
وإنْ كان في لُبسِ الفتى شرَفٌ له
فماthen nothing السّيفُthe sword إلاّbut غِمْدُهits scabbard والحمائلand the straps
فما السّيفُ إلاّ غِمْدُه والحمائل
If a young man's clothing brings him honor,
If to wear arms brings honour to a youth,
Then a sword is nothing but its scabbard and straps.
Sword is but scabbard, writs are warders, couth.
وليand I have مَنطقٌeloquence لمnot يرْضَhas accepted ليfor me كُنْهَthe full extent of مَنزليmy station
ولي مَنطقٌ لم يرْضَ لي كُنْهَ مَنزلي
علىdespite أنّنيthat I بينbetween السّماكينِthe two Simak stars نازِلdwelling
على أنّني بين السّماكينِ نازِل
I have an eloquence that will not settle for my station,
My words no station ever held me to,
Though I dwell between the two Simak stars,
Though I live here between two columns true
لَدىin موْطِنٍa place يَشتاقُهlongs for it كلُّevery سيّدٍlord
لَدى موْطِنٍ يَشتاقُه كلُّ سيّدٍ
ويَقْصُرُand falls short عنof إدراكهattaining it المُتناوِلone reaching for it
ويَقْصُرُ عن إدراكه المُتناوِل
In a place that every lord longs for,
Beside a seat desired by every lord,
Which those who reach for it fall short of attaining.
Unreached by any hand however broad.
ولماand when رأيتُI saw الجهلَignorance فيamong الناسِpeople فاشياًwidespread
ولما رأيتُ الجهلَ في الناسِ فاشياً
تجاهلْتُI feigned ignorance حتىuntil ظُنَّit was thought أنّيَthat I جاهلwas ignorant
تجاهلْتُ حتى ظُنَّ أنّيَ جاهل
When I saw ignorance widespread among people,
When through men creeping ignorance I traced,
I feigned ignorance until I was thought ignorant.
I held my peace till deemed by them debased.
فواthen oh عَجَباwhat wonder كمhow many يدّعيclaims الفضْلexcellence ناقصٌa deficient man
فوا عَجَبا كم يدّعي الفضْل ناقصٌ
وواand oh أسَفاwhat sorrow كمhow many يُظْهِرُdisplays النّقصَdeficiency فاضلan excellent man
ووا أسَفا كم يُظْهِرُ النّقصَ فاضل
How strange—how many a deficient man claims excellence!
Strange how the flawed his merit will defend!
And how sad—how many an excellent man displays deficiency!
Strange how the worthy his flaws will commend!
وكيفand how تَنامُsleep الطيرُthe birds فيin وُكُناتِهاtheir nests
وكيف تَنامُ الطيرُ في وُكُناتِها
وقدand already نُصِبَتْhave been set للفَرْقَدَيْنِfor the two Farqad stars الحَبائلthe snares
وقد نُصِبَتْ للفَرْقَدَيْنِ الحَبائل
How can birds sleep in their nests,
How can birds sleep, with snares spread all around?
When snares have been set for the two Farqad stars?
Two bows stretched tight to bring them to the ground.
يُنافسُvies with يوْميmy today فيّover me أمسيmy yesterday تَشرّفاًseeking honor
يُنافسُ يوْمي فيّ أمسي تَشرّفاً
وتَحسدُand envy أسْحاريmy predawn hours عليّon my account الأصائلthe late afternoons
وتَحسدُ أسْحاري عليّ الأصائل
My today vies with my yesterday for honor through me,
My yesterday with me disputes in vain,
And the late afternoons envy my predawn hours on my account.
My dawns look on me envious disdain.
وطالand long has lasted اعتِرافيmy knowledge بالزمانِof time وصَرفِهand its vicissitudes
وطال اعتِرافي بالزمانِ وصَرفِه
فلَستُso I do not أُباليcare مًنْwhom تَغُولُdestroy الغَوائلcalamities
فلَستُ أُبالي مًنْ تَغُولُ الغَوائل
Long have I known time and its vicissitudes,
Long have I known time's quirky ways, and so
So I care not whom calamities destroy.
Care not what spy or spotter I may show.
فلوso if بانَwere severed عَضْديmy upper arm ماnot تأسّفَwould grieve مَنْكِبيmy shoulder
فلو بانَ عَضْدي ما تأسّفَ مَنْكِبي
ولوand if ماتَdied زَنْديmy forearm ماnot بَكَتْهwould mourn it الأناملthe fingertips
ولو ماتَ زَنْدي ما بَكَتْه الأنامل
Were my upper arm severed, my shoulder would not grieve;
Break off my writing hand, my fingers spare;
Were my forearm to die, my fingertips would not mourn it.
Strike dead my soul, my breaths will not forbear.
إذاwhen وَصَفَdescribes الطائيَّal-Ta'i بالبُخْلِas miserly مادِرٌMadir
إذا وَصَفَ الطائيَّ بالبُخْلِ مادِرٌ
وعَيّرَand mocks قُسّاًًQuss بالفَهاهةِfor inarticulacy باقِلBaqil
وعَيّرَ قُسّاًً بالفَهاهةِ باقِل
When Madir calls al-Ta'i miserly,
When the night-wandering reviler cried: "Stingy!" to one renowned for acres wide,
And Baqil mocks Quss for inarticulacy,
And "dull!" to one whom lively wits commend,
وقالand says السُّهىal-Suha للشمسto the sun أنْتِyou خَفِيّةٌare dim
وقال السُّهى للشمس أنْتِ خَفِيّةٌ
وقالand says الدّجىdarkness ياO صُبْحُdawn لونُكَyour color حائلhas faded
وقال الدّجى يا صُبْحُ لونُكَ حائل
And al-Suha tells the sun, 'You are dim,'
Or the blind called the sun: "You are hid!"
And darkness says, 'O dawn, your color has faded,'
And the night "Morn! how muddy is your face!"
وطاوَلَتِand vied in height with الأرضُthe earth السّماءَheaven سَفاهَةًfoolishly
وطاوَلَتِ الأرضُ السّماءَ سَفاهَةً
وفاخَرَتِand vied in glory with الشُّهْبُthe stars الحَصَىpebbles والجَنادلand boulders
وفاخَرَتِ الشُّهْبُ الحَصَى والجَنادل
And earth foolishly vies with heaven in height,
Or Earth made mock of Heaven - stupid disgrace! -
And the stars vie in glory with pebbles and boulders—
Or planets aped the meteors' vainglory,
فياthen O موْتُdeath زُرْvisit إنّindeed الحياةَlife ذَميمَةٌis despicable
فيا موْتُ زُرْ إنّ الحياةَ ذَميمَةٌ
وياand O نَفْسُmy soul جِدّيbe earnest إنّindeed دهرَكِyour age هازِلis jesting
ويا نَفْسُ جِدّي إنّ دهرَكِ هازِل
Then visit, O Death: life is despicable;
I said: "O Death, pay me a call, for life's grown hoary"
And, my soul, be earnest: your age is jesting.
And: "Gird your loins, my soul! All is decay!"
وقدand often أغْتَديI set out at dawn والليلُwhile night يَبكيweeps تأسُّفاًin sorrow
وقد أغْتَدي والليلُ يَبكي تأسُّفاً
علىfor نفْسِهِitself والنَّجْمُand the star فيin الغرْبِthe west مائلinclining
على نفْسِهِ والنَّجْمُ في الغرْبِ مائل
And often I set out at dawn while night weeps in sorrow
On I went while the night lamented the day
For itself, as the star inclines toward the west,
And the star in the west watched the sun retreat.
بِريحٍon a wind أُعيرَتْwas lent حافِراًa hoof منof زَبَرْجَدٍchrysolite
بِريحٍ أُعيرَتْ حافِراً من زَبَرْجَدٍ
لهاfor her التّبرُgold جِسْمٌa body واللُّجَيْنُand silver خَلاخلanklets
لها التّبرُ جِسْمٌ واللُّجَيْنُ خَلاخل
On a wind lent a hoof of chrysolite,
The wind blew from a paddock made of emerald feet,
Whose body is gold and whose anklets are silver.
The sand its body and its stones ankle-chains.
كأنّas though الصَّباthe east wind ألقَتْcast إليَّto me عِنانَهاher reins
كأنّ الصَّبا ألقَتْ إليَّ عِنانَها
تَخُبّshe trots بسَرْجيwith my saddle مَرّةًat times وتُناقِلand gallops
تَخُبّ بسَرْجي مَرّةً وتُناقِل
As though the east wind had cast her reins to me,
The morning zephyrs cast my rein to me
Now trotting beneath my saddle, now galloping.
To try my saddle once, then try again.
إذاwhen اشتاقَتِlong for الخيلُthe horses المَناهلَwatering places أعرَضَتْshe turns away
إذا اشتاقَتِ الخيلُ المَناهلَ أعرَضَتْ
عنِfrom الماءwater فاشتاقتْso yearned إليهاfor her المناهلthe watering places
عنِ الماء فاشتاقتْ إليها المناهل
When horses long for watering places, she turns away
When the horses yearned for the water-hole,
From water, and the watering places long for her.
They turned their backs upon the streams and pools. For them the very water seemed to yearn.
وليْلانand two nights حالٍadorned بالكواكبِwith stars جَوْزُهُits heart
وليْلان حالٍ بالكواكبِ جَوْزُهُ
وآخرُand another منof حَلْيِthe adornment of الكواكبِthe stars عاطلbare
وآخرُ من حَلْيِ الكواكبِ عاطل
And two nights: one whose heart is adorned with stars,
Two night lounged with the stars for company;
The other bare of the stars' adornment.
Another lacked all stellar finery.
كأنَّas though دُجاهُits darkness الهجْرُestrangement والصّبْحُand morning موْعِدٌa promise
كأنَّ دُجاهُ الهجْرُ والصّبْحُ موْعِدٌ
بوَصْلٍof reunion وضَوْءُand the light of الفجرِdawn حِبٌّa beloved مُماطلwho delays
بوَصْلٍ وضَوْءُ الفجرِ حِبٌّ مُماطل
As though its darkness were estrangement, and morning a promise
As though the night is of absence, dawn of presence,
Of reunion, and dawn's light a beloved who delays.
reluctant and impatient, was daybreak.
قَطَعْتُI crossed بهon it بحْراًa sea يَعُبّsurges عُبابُهits billows
قَطَعْتُ به بحْراً يَعُبّ عُبابُه
وليسand there is not لهfor it إلاexcept التَبَلّجَdaybreak ساحلa shore
وليس له إلا التَبَلّجَ ساحل
On it I crossed a sea whose billows surged,
My steed carried me through a sea with heaving waves.
With no shore but the breaking of dawn.
It has no beach, except that of the sunrise reflection on it.
ويُؤنِسُنيand cheers me فيin قلْبِthe heart of كلّevery مَخوفَةٍplace of danger
ويُؤنِسُني في قلْبِ كلّ مَخوفَةٍ
حلِيفُa companion of سُرىًnight travel لمnot تَصْحُhave sobered منهin him الشمائلthe traits
حلِيفُ سُرىً لم تَصْحُ منه الشمائل
And in the heart of every terror I am cheered
And in the midst of terrors,
By a companion of night travel whose ways never sober:
friend was I to bright-sworded warrior who did not die.
منof الزّنْجِthe Zanj كَهلٌa middle-aged man شابَhas grayed مفرِقُthe parting of رأسِهhis head
من الزّنْجِ كَهلٌ شابَ مفرِقُ رأسِه
وأُوثِقَand was bound حتىso that even نَهْضُهُhis rising مُتثاقِلis sluggish
وأُوثِقَ حتى نَهْضُهُ مُتثاقِل
A middle-aged man of the Zanj, gray along the parting of his hair,
An ancient Zanji, with his hair gone gray,
Bound so tightly that even his rising is sluggish.
His fetters chafing till he could not stray,
كأنّas though الثرَيّاthe Pleiades والصّباحُand dawn يرُوعُهاalarms them
كأنّ الثرَيّا والصّباحُ يرُوعُها
أخُوone afflicted with سَقْطَةٍa fall أوor ظالعٌa limping man مُتحاملstruggling onward
أخُو سَقْطَةٍ أو ظالعٌ مُتحامل
As though the Pleiades, as dawn alarms them,
As though Canopus, lightning-free and tranquil,
Were a man who has stumbled, or a lame man struggling onward.
Might mean to him attack or overwhelming trial.
إذاif أنْتَyou أُعْطِيتَare granted السعادةgood fortune لمnot تُبَلْcare
إذا أنْتَ أُعْطِيتَ السعادة لم تُبَلْ
وإنْand even if نظرَتْlook شَزْراًaskance إليكَat you القبائلthe tribes
وإنْ نظرَتْ شَزْراً إليكَ القبائل
If you are granted good fortune, you need not care,
When Fortune clasps you, fast will you excel;
Even if the tribes look at you askance.
When her eyes turn from you, tribes will repel,
تَقَتْكَshun you علىon أكتافِthe shoulders of أبطالهاtheir champions القَناthe lances
تَقَتْكَ على أكتافِ أبطالها القَنا
وهابَتْكَand fear you فيin أغمادهِنَّtheir scabbards المَناصِلthe swordblades
وهابَتْكَ في أغمادهِنَّ المَناصِل
The lances on their champions' shoulders will shun you,
Who once placed you upon their heroes' backs
And the blades will fear you within their scabbards.
And drank the sight of you from their scabbards' necks.
وإنْand if سدّدَaim الأعداءُthe enemies نحوَكَtoward you أسْهُماًarrows
وإنْ سدّدَ الأعداءُ نحوَكَ أسْهُماً
نكَصْنَrecoil علىupon أفْواقِهِنَّtheir nocks المَعابلthe broad arrowheads
نكَصْنَ على أفْواقِهِنَّ المَعابل
And if enemies aim arrows at you,
If enemies should loose their arrows at you,
The broad arrowheads will recoil toward their nocks.
Back to their curved bows would the missiles fly to.
تَحامىavoid الرّزاياcalamities كلَّevery خُفّpadded foot ومَنْسِمand toe
تَحامى الرّزايا كلَّ خُفّ ومَنْسِم
وتَلْقىand meet رَداهُنَّthe doom they bring الذُّرَىthe humps والكواهِلand the withers
وتَلْقى رَداهُنَّ الذُّرَى والكواهِل
Calamities shun every padded foot and toe,
Lances the bravest and keenest defend
While humps and withers meet the doom they bring.
And drive their shafts in the donning robes to spend,
وتَرْجِعُand return أعقابُthe butt-ends of الرّماحِthe spears سَليمَةًunharmed
وتَرْجِعُ أعقابُ الرّماحِ سَليمَةً
وقدand already حُطِمتْhave been shattered فيagainst الدارعينَthe armored men العَواملthe spearpoints
وقد حُطِمتْ في الدارعينَ العَوامل
The butt-ends of spears return unharmed,
While athletes' spears rebound intact, undinted,
Though the points are shattered against armored men.
Shivered against the warriors armoured and glinted.
فإنso if كنْتَyou are تَبْغيseeking العِزّglory فابْغِthen seek تَوَسّطاًa middle course
فإن كنْتَ تَبْغي العِزّ فابْغِ تَوَسّطاً
فعندَfor at التّناهيthe utmost limit يَقْصُرُfalls short المُتطاوِلone reaching high
فعندَ التّناهي يَقْصُرُ المُتطاوِل
If you seek glory, seek a middle course,
If you'd have glory, choose the middle way;
For at the utmost height, the climber falls short.
Extremes do not endure or hold their sway.
تَوَقّىavoid البُدورٌthe full moons النقصَwaning وهْيَwhile they are أهِلَّةٌcrescents
تَوَقّى البُدورٌ النقصَ وهْيَ أهِلَّةٌ
ويُدْرِكُهاand overtakes them النّقْصانُwaning وهْيَwhile they are كواملfull
ويُدْرِكُها النّقْصانُ وهْيَ كوامل
Full moons avoid waning while still crescents,
The full moons lack, though they've no lack appearent;
But waning overtakes them when they are full.
Crescents may wax, their gaining impermanent