أَسطُرٌlines of writing لابَcircled حَولَهُنَّaround them جَهولٌan ignoramus
أَسطُرٌ لابَ حَولَهُنَّ جَهولٌ
فَهوَso he يَرجوhopes for هَدياًguidance بِأَسطَرلابِwith an astrolabe
فَهوَ يَرجو هَدياً بِأَسطَرلابِ
Lines of writing—an ignoramus has circled around them;
Lines with no illumination around them
so he hopes for guidance with an astrolabe.
So he hopes for guidance in the lines' illumination
لاdo not تَقِسنيjudge me عَلىby الَّذيwhat شاعَbecame widespread عَنّيabout me
لا تَقِسني عَلى الَّذي شاعَ عَنّي
إِنَّindeed دُنياكَyour world مَعدِنٌa mine لِلخِلابِof deceit
إِنَّ دُنياكَ مَعدِنٌ لِلخِلابِ
Do not judge me by what is widely said about me;
Do not judge me for what has spread about me
indeed, your world is a mine of deceit.
Indeed, your world is a mine of decay
قَدmay يُسَمِّيَcall الفَتىthe youth الجَبانَcowardly أَبوهُhis father
قَد يُسَمِّيَ الفَتى الجَبانَ أَبوهُ
أَسَداًa lion وَهوَand he مِنamong خِساسِvile ones الكِلابِthe dogs
أَسَداً وَهوَ مِن خِساسِ الكِلابِ
His father may call the cowardly youth
The coward may name his father a lion
a lion, though he is among the vilest dogs.
While he is among the lowest of dogs
وَالبَراياand creatures لَفظُutterance الزَمانِtime وَلابُدَّand there is no escape
وَالبَرايا لَفظُ الزَمانِ وَلابُدَّ
لَهُfor it مِنfrom تَغَيُّرٍchange وَاِنقِلابِand reversal
لَهُ مِن تَغَيُّرٍ وَاِنقِلابِ
And creatures are time's utterance, and it must
And life is but the word of time, inevitably
undergo change and reversal.
It must change and turn
عَجِبَmarveled اللَيلُnight مِنat سُرورِكَyour joy فيهِin it
عَجِبَ اللَيلُ مِن سُرورِكَ فيهِ
وَأَتىand came العَينَthe eye ثاكِلاًbereaved فيin سِلابِmourning robes
وَأَتى العَينَ ثاكِلاً في سِلابِ
Night marveled at your joy within it,
The night was amazed by your joy in it
and came before the eye, bereaved, in mourning robes.
And sleep came to the eyes unsuccessful in desire