لَأَغنَتكَsurely spared you the need عَنof وَصليmy companionship الهُمومُthe cares القَواطِعُsevering
لَأَغنَتكَ عَن وَصلي الهُمومُ القَواطِعُ
وَعَنand from مَشرَعِthe watering place of الذُلِّhumiliation الرِماحُthe spears الشَوارِعُleveled for attack
وَعَن مَشرَعِ الذُلِّ الرِماحُ الشَوارِعُ
Severing cares have surely spared you the need of my companionship,
and leveled spears have kept you from humiliation's watering place.
وَأَيُّand what طِلابٍquest فاتَنيeluded me وَطَلائِعيwhile my scouts
وَأَيُّ طِلابٍ فاتَني وَطَلائِعي
مُنىًhopes قَبلَbefore أَعناقِthe necks of المَطيِّthe riding camels طَوالِعُrising
مُنىً قَبلَ أَعناقِ المَطيِّ طَوالِعُ
And what quest has eluded me, when my scouts
are hopes rising ahead of the riding camels' necks?
دَعينيlet me أُقِمdwell in أَرضاًa land وَأَطلُبُand I seek غَيرَهاanother
دَعيني أُقِم أَرضاً وَأَطلُبُ غَيرَها
فَبَينَهُماfor between them إِنif واصَلَkeeps company الهَمُّcare قاطِعُa severing force
فَبَينَهُما إِن واصَلَ الهَمُّ قاطِعُ
Let me dwell in one land and seek another,
for between them lies a break, should care persist.
فَماfor not كُلُّevery مَمنوحٍone granted مِنَof العِزِّhonor شاكِرٌgrateful
فَما كُلُّ مَمنوحٍ مِنَ العِزِّ شاكِرٌ
وَلاand not كُلُّevery مَحظوظٍone favored مِنَwith المالِwealth قانِعُcontent
وَلا كُلُّ مَحظوظٍ مِنَ المالِ قانِعُ
Not everyone granted honor is grateful,
nor everyone favored with wealth content.
وَماand not عاقَنيheld me back رَبعٌa dwelling فَبِتُّso I spent the night وَلَمand did not تَبِتspend the night
وَما عاقَني رَبعٌ فَبِتُّ وَلَم تَبِت
يُوَقِّعُنيdraw me to alight مِنfrom غَيرِother than ذاكَthat المَطامِعُthe ambitions
يُوَقِّعُني مِن غَيرِ ذاكَ المَطامِعُ
No dwelling held me back: I spent the night, but they did not—
the ambitions drawing me to alight elsewhere.
قَطوعٌone who outstrips لِأَقرانِthe peers of الرِجالِmen كَأَنَّنيas though I
قَطوعٌ لِأَقرانِ الرِجالِ كَأَنَّني
إِلىtoward كُلِّevery فَجٍّmountain pass ثائِرُstirring الرَحلِthe saddle نازِعُstraining onward
إِلى كُلِّ فَجٍّ ثائِرُ الرَحلِ نازِعُ
I outstrip my peers among men, as though I were
straining toward every pass, with my saddle ever astir.
أَفيis it on كُلِّevery يَومٍday يُعدِمُleaves bereft الدَهرُTime جانِبيmy side
أَفي كُلِّ يَومٍ يُعدِمُ الدَهرُ جانِبي
وَتَقرَعُنيand batter me مِنfrom ناظِرَيهِits two eyes القَوارِعُthe calamities
وَتَقرَعُني مِن ناظِرَيهِ القَوارِعُ
Must Time leave my side bereft every day,
and calamities from its two eyes batter me?
وَقَدand indeed قَطَعَcut off المَعروفَkindness بِاللُؤمِwith baseness قاطِعٌa severer
وَقَد قَطَعَ المَعروفَ بِاللُؤمِ قاطِعٌ
وَباعَand sold الثَناءَpraise الحُرَّnoble بِالذَمِّfor blame بائِعُa seller
وَباعَ الثَناءَ الحُرَّ بِالذَمِّ بائِعُ
A severer has cut off kindness through baseness,
and a seller has traded noble praise for blame.
فَلَمso did not أَلقَI meet إِلّاexcept ماذِقَone diluting الوُدِّaffection كاذِباًa liar
فَلَم أَلقَ إِلّا ماذِقَ الوُدِّ كاذِباً
يَسُفُّflies low بِهِover him مِنof طائِرِthe bird of الغَدرِtreachery واقِعُone descending
يَسُفُّ بِهِ مِن طائِرِ الغَدرِ واقِعُ
I have met only one who dilutes affection, a liar,
over whom a bird of treachery swoops down low.
وَرايعَةٍand a startling sight لِلبَينِat parting مِنfrom عامِريَّةٍan 'Amiri woman
وَرايعَةٍ لِلبَينِ مِن عامِريَّةٍ
تَزَعزَعُquiver مِنهاfrom her بِالسَلامِin farewell الأَصابِعُthe fingers
تَزَعزَعُ مِنها بِالسَلامِ الأَصابِعُ
And a startling sight at parting from an 'Amiri woman—
her fingers flutter in farewell.
فَلوso if لَمnot تُزَوِّدناshe provisioned us with السَلامَfarewell عَشِيَّةًone evening
فَلو لَم تُزَوِّدنا السَلامَ عَشِيَّةً
لَسِرناwe would have journeyed وَأَعناقُwhile the necks of المَطيِّthe riding camels خَواضِعُbowed
لَسِرنا وَأَعناقُ المَطيِّ خَواضِعُ
Had she not provisioned us with farewell one evening,
we would have journeyed with the riding camels' necks bowed.
تَصُدُّshe checks حَداءًthe camel-driver's song حينَwhen تَبعَثُshe sends وَعدَهاher promise
تَصُدُّ حَداءً حينَ تَبعَثُ وَعدَها
كَذوباًfalse وَإِنّيand indeed I بِالرَجاءِwith hope لَقانِعُsurely content
كَذوباً وَإِنّي بِالرَجاءِ لَقانِعُ
She checks the camel-driver's song when she sends her promise,
false though it is; yet I am content with hope.
وَتَخدَعُنيand beguile me وُرقُthe gray ones of الحَمامِthe doves بِشَدوِهاwith their singing
وَتَخدَعُني وُرقُ الحَمامِ بِشَدوِها
وَرَجعُand the echo of زَفيريmy sighing لِلحَمائِمِto the doves خادِعُbeguiling
وَرَجعُ زَفيري لِلحَمائِمِ خادِعُ
The gray doves beguile me with their singing,
and the echo of my sighs beguiles the doves.
حَنينُthe yearning cries of المَطاياthe riding camels عَلَّمَtaught الشَوقَlonging مُهجَتيmy heart
حَنينُ المَطايا عَلَّمَ الشَوقَ مُهجَتي
فَكَيفَso how تُسَلّيهاconsole it الحَمامُthe doves السَواجِعُcooing
فَكَيفَ تُسَلّيها الحَمامُ السَواجِعُ
The riding camels' yearning cries taught my heart longing;
how, then, can cooing doves console it?
بِذَلتُكَI offered you قَلباًa heart كُنتُI used to أَذخَرُtreasure صَونَهُits safeguarding
بِذَلتُكَ قَلباً كُنتُ أَذخَرُ صَونَهُ
إِذاwhen لاحَappeared ليto me بَرقٌa flash مِنَof العَزمِresolve لامِعُgleaming
إِذا لاحَ لي بَرقٌ مِنَ العَزمِ لامِعُ
I offered you a heart whose safekeeping I used to treasure,
whenever a gleaming flash of resolve shone before me.
سَبَقتَyou preceded إِلىto يَأسيmy despair رَجايَmy hope فَحُزتَهso claimed it
سَبَقتَ إِلى يَأسي رَجايَ فَحُزتَه
وَلَمand did not تَنتَظِرyou await رَأيِيmy judgment فَهاso here أَناI طامِعُhopeful
وَلَم تَنتَظِر رَأيِي فَها أَنا طامِعُ
You reached my despair before my hope, and claimed it,
without awaiting my judgment—yet here I am, hopeful.
وَماعِندَand not with أَملاكِthe kings of الطَوائِفِthe factions حاجَتيmy need
وَماعِندَ أَملاكِ الطَوائِفِ حاجَتي
إِذاif ماemphatic particle أَبَتrefused أَنto تَقتَضيهاsecure it القَواطِعُthe cutting blades
إِذا ما أَبَت أَن تَقتَضيها القَواطِعُ
My need lies not with the kings of factions,
if cutting blades refuse to secure it.
وَماand not لِيَfor me شُغلٌan occupation فيin القَريضِpoetry وَإِنَّماand only
وَما لِيَ شُغلٌ في القَريضِ وَإِنَّما
أُبَيِّنُI make clear فيهِthrough it ماwhat تَقولُsay المَطامِعُthe ambitions
أُبَيِّنُ فيهِ ما تَقولُ المَطامِعُ
I have no occupation in poetry; I merely
make plain through it what my ambitions say.
وَلَوand if هَزَّstirred أَسماعَthe ears of المُلوكِthe kings نَشيدُهُits recitation
وَلَو هَزَّ أَسماعَ المُلوكِ نَشيدُهُ
دَرواthey would know أَنَّthat كُلَّall المَجدِglory ماwhat أَناI صانِعُdo
دَروا أَنَّ كُلَّ المَجدِ ما أَنا صانِعُ
If its recitation stirred the ears of kings,
they would know that all glory lies in what I do.
تَقولُsay لِيَto me الأَيّامُthe days وَهيَwhile they are بَخيلَةٌmiserly
تَقولُ لِيَ الأَيّامُ وَهيَ بَخيلَةٌ
أَلاcome now اِسأَلask فَإِمّاfor either ذوone possessing عَطاءٍgifts وَمانِعُand one withholding
أَلا اِسأَل فَإِمّا ذو عَطاءٍ وَمانِعُ
The days, though miserly, say to me:
'Come, ask: you may find a giver or a withholder.'
رَأَيتُI have seen كَريماًa generous man ماnot خَلاwas bereft قَطُّever مِنof حِمىًa sanctuary
رَأَيتُ كَريماً ما خَلا قَطُّ مِن حِمىً
يُزارُvisited وَلَوeven if أَنَّthat الدِيارَthe dwellings بَلاقِعُdesolate wastes
يُزارُ وَلَو أَنَّ الدِيارَ بَلاقِعُ
I have seen a generous man never without a sanctuary
that is visited even when the dwellings are desolate.
وَلاand not مَرِضَتgrew sick نارُthe fire of القِرىhospitality فيin خِيامِهِhis tents
وَلا مَرِضَت نارُ القِرى في خِيامِهِ
بِلَيلٍat night وَلَوeven if أَنَّthat الرِياحَthe winds زَعازِعُviolent gusts
بِلَيلٍ وَلَو أَنَّ الرِياحَ زَعازِعُ
Nor did hospitality's fire grow sick within his tents
at night, even when the winds were violent gusts.
إِذاwhen صارَعَتهُwrestled with it الريحُthe wind خِلناwe imagined شَعاعَهاits rays
إِذا صارَعَتهُ الريحُ خِلنا شَعاعَها
يُشيرُbeckons إِلىto الوُرّادِthe water-seekers وَالرَكبُwhile the caravan هاجِعُasleep
يُشيرُ إِلى الوُرّادِ وَالرَكبُ هاجِعُ
When the wind wrestled with it, we imagined its rays
beckoning to water-seekers while the caravan slept.
فَضَنّاًso guard jealously بَنيO sons of فِهرٍFihr بِماwhat فيin أَكُفِّكُمyour palms
فَضَنّاً بَني فِهرٍ بِما في أَكُفِّكُم
مِنَof المَجدِglory فَالأَيّامُfor the days عَودٌa return وَراجِعُand recurring
مِنَ المَجدِ فَالأَيّامُ عَودٌ وَراجِعُ
Guard jealously, sons of Fihr, what lies in your hands
of glory, for the days recur and return.
وَرُدّواand restrain أَكُفَّthe hands of الحَربِwar حِلماًin forbearance عَنِfrom العِدىthe foes
وَرُدّوا أَكُفَّ الحَربِ حِلماً عَنِ العِدى
إِذاwhen أَمكَنَتoffered access to حَدَّthe edge of السُيوفِthe swords المَقاطِعُthe cutting-points
إِذا أَمكَنَت حَدَّ السُيوفِ المَقاطِعُ
Restrain the hands of war from your foes with forbearance,
when places to strike lie open to the swords' edge.
فَكَمfor how many غارَةٍa raid تَستَرجِفُmakes quake اللَيلَthe night أَيقَظَتawakened
فَكَم غارَةٍ تَستَرجِفُ اللَيلَ أَيقَظَت
صُدورَthe breasts of القَناthe spears وَالغادِرونَwhile the traitors هَواجِعُsleeping
صُدورَ القَنا وَالغادِرونَ هَواجِعُ
How many a raid that made the night quake awakened
the breasts of spears while the traitors slept!
عُيونُthe eyes of العَواليthe long spears وَالنُجومُand the stars رَوامِقٌgazing
عُيونُ العَوالي وَالنُجومُ رَوامِقٌ
وَنَقعُand the dust of المَذاكيthe full-grown steeds بَينَهُنَّbetween them بَراقِعُveils
وَنَقعُ المَذاكي بَينَهُنَّ بَراقِعُ
The long spears' eyes and the stars gaze on,
and the full-grown steeds' dust lies between them like veils.
وَلاand no بُدَّescape مِنfrom شَعواءَa raging battle تَظماthirst نُفوسُهاits souls
وَلا بُدَّ مِن شَعواءَ تَظما نُفوسُها
وَلَيسَand not لَهاfor it إِلّاexcept السُيوفُthe swords مَشارِعُwatering places
وَلَيسَ لَها إِلّا السُيوفُ مَشارِعُ
A raging battle is inevitable, its souls thirsting,
and it has no watering places but swords.
هُوَit اليَومُthe day أَخفَتconcealed خَيلُهُits horses لَمعَthe shimmer of آلِهِits mirage
هُوَ اليَومُ أَخفَت خَيلُهُ لَمعَ آلِهِ
فَأَشباحُهُso its figures فَوقَabove العَجاجِthe dust-cloud لَوامِعُgleaming
فَأَشباحُهُ فَوقَ العَجاجِ لَوامِعُ
It is the day whose horses have hidden its mirage's shimmer,
so its figures gleam above the dust-cloud.
تَرىyou see النَقعَthe dust مُسوَدَّblackened الذُيولِat the hems وَفَوقَهُand above it
تَرى النَقعَ مُسوَدَّ الذُيولِ وَفَوقَهُ
رِداءُthe mantle of الرَدىdeath تَحمَرَّturn red مِنهُof it الوَشائِعُthe woven strands
رِداءُ الرَدى تَحمَرَّ مِنهُ الوَشائِعُ
You see the dust with blackened hems, and above it
death's mantle, its woven strands turning red.
وَرَكبٍand many a caravan كَأَنَّas though التُربَthe dust يَنهَضُrises نَحوَهُtoward it
وَرَكبٍ كَأَنَّ التُربَ يَنهَضُ نَحوَهُ
يُعانِقُهُembraces it فيin سَيرِهِits journey وَيُصارِعُand wrestles
يُعانِقُهُ في سَيرِهِ وَيُصارِعُ
And many a caravan—the dust seems to rise toward it,
embracing it on its journey and wrestling with it.
فَلوso if أَنَّthat ثَغرَthe mouth of اللَيلِnight لاحَappeared اِبتِسامُهُits smile
فَلو أَنَّ ثَغرَ اللَيلِ لاحَ اِبتِسامُهُ
عَنِrevealing الصُبحِdawn مِنهُfrom it لَمnot تَسِمهُmark it البَلاقِعُthe wastelands
عَنِ الصُبحِ مِنهُ لَم تَسِمهُ البَلاقِعُ
If the smile of night's mouth appeared,
revealing dawn, the wastelands would leave the riders unmarked.
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle سَرواthey traveled by night تَحتَbeneath الدُجىthe darkness فَوُجوهُهُمthen their faces
إِذا ما سَروا تَحتَ الدُجى فَوُجوهُهُم
لِضَوءِfor the light of الضُحىthe forenoon قَبلَbefore الصَباحِmorning طَلائِعُvanguards
لِضَوءِ الضُحى قَبلَ الصَباحِ طَلائِعُ
When they travel beneath the darkness, their faces
are heralds of broad daylight's radiance before morning.
وَإِنand if أَدلَجواthey journeyed by night لَمnot يَسأَلِasks اللَيلُthe night عَنهُمُabout them
وَإِن أَدلَجوا لَم يَسأَلِ اللَيلُ عَنهُمُ
كَأَنَّهُمُas though they فيهِwithin it النُجومُthe stars الطَوالِعُrising
كَأَنَّهُمُ فيهِ النُجومُ الطَوالِعُ
If they journey by night, the night does not ask about them:
they seem within it to be rising stars.
وَيَبدَأُand begin فيهاtherein لِلسِرابِfor the mirage زَخارِفٌadornments
وَيَبدَأُ فيها لِلسِرابِ زَخارِفٌ
تُلاعِبُplay with لَحظَthe gaze of المُجتَليthe beholder وَتُخادِعُand deceive
تُلاعِبُ لَحظَ المُجتَلي وَتُخادِعُ
There the mirage's adornments begin to appear,
playing with the beholder's gaze and deceiving it.
فَلاso do not تَعجَبواmarvel مِنat سَيرِهِمtheir traveling فيin هَجيرِهاits midday heat
فَلا تَعجَبوا مِن سَيرِهِم في هَجيرِها
فَجَرُّfor drawing وَغاهُمtheir battle-clamor لِلهَجيرِinto the midday heat طَبائِعُnatural dispositions
فَجَرُّ وَغاهُم لِلهَجيرِ طَبائِعُ
Do not marvel at their traveling through its midday heat,
for drawing their battle-clamor into the heat is in their nature.
وَأَرضٍand a land يَضُلُّloses its way اللَيلُthe night بَينَamong فُروجِهاits openings
وَأَرضٍ يَضُلُّ اللَيلُ بَينَ فُروجِها
وَيُجزِعُهُand frighten it أَجزاعُهاits valley-bends وَالأَجارِعُand the barren sand-plains
وَيُجزِعُهُ أَجزاعُها وَالأَجارِعُ
And a land where night loses its way among its openings,
and its valley-bends and barren sand-plains frighten it.
تَخَطَّيتُهاI crossed it وَالصُبحُwhile morning يَخرُقُpierces فيin الدُجىthe darkness
تَخَطَّيتُها وَالصُبحُ يَخرُقُ في الدُجى
نَوافِذَwindows لاnot يَلقىfinds بِهاthrough them الجَوَّthe sky راقِعُa patcher
نَوافِذَ لا يَلقى بِها الجَوَّ راقِعُ
I crossed it while morning pierced the darkness
with windows no patcher could mend in the sky.
تَطاوَلَlengthened أَسرُthe captivity of اللَيلِnight فيهاtherein كَأَنَّماas though
تَطاوَلَ أَسرُ اللَيلِ فيها كَأَنَّما
دُجاهُits darkness لِأَعناقِfor the necks of النُجومِthe stars جَوامِعُfetters
دُجاهُ لِأَعناقِ النُجومِ جَوامِعُ
Night's captivity dragged on there, as though
its darkness were shackles around the stars' necks.
وَقَدand indeed مَدَّstretched مِنfrom باعِthe armspan of المَجَرَّةِthe Milky Way فَاِنثَنىthen bent
وَقَد مَدَّ مِن باعِ المَجَرَّةِ فَاِنثَنى
كَأَنَّas though الثَرَيّاthe Pleiades فيهِwithin it كَفٌّa hand تُقارِعُtrading blows
كَأَنَّ الثَرَيّا فيهِ كَفٌّ تُقارِعُ
It had stretched out the Milky Way's armspan, then bent,
as though the Pleiades were a hand within it, trading blows.
وَهَبتُI bestowed لِضَوءِupon the light of الفَرقَدَينِthe two Farqad stars نَواظِريmy eyes
وَهَبتُ لِضَوءِ الفَرقَدَينِ نَواظِري
إِلىuntil أَنthat بَداappeared فَتقٌa rent مِنَof الفَجرِdawn ساطِعُshining
إِلى أَن بَدا فَتقٌ مِنَ الفَجرِ ساطِعُ
I gave my eyes to the light of the two Farqad stars,
until a shining rent of dawn appeared.
كَأَنَّهُماas though the two إِلفانِtwo companions قالَsaid كِلاهُماboth of them
كَأَنَّهُما إِلفانِ قالَ كِلاهُما
لِشَخصِto the figure of أَخيهِhis brother قُلspeak فَإِنِّيَfor indeed I سامِعُlistening
لِشَخصِ أَخيهِ قُل فَإِنِّيَ سامِعُ
They were like two companions, each saying
to his brother's figure: 'Speak; I am listening.'
إِذاif أَناI لَمnot أَقبِضwithhold عَنِfrom الخِلِّthe intimate friend هَفوَةًa lapse
إِذا أَنا لَم أَقبِض عَنِ الخِلِّ هَفوَةً
فَلاthen may not بَسَطَتopened كَفّيmy palm إِلَيهِtoward him الصَنائِعُacts of kindness
فَلا بَسَطَت كَفّي إِلَيهِ الصَنائِعُ
If I fail to overlook a friend's lapse,
may kindnesses never open my palm toward him.
وَإِنand if أَناI لَمnot يَستَنزِلِdraws down المَجدُglory حَبوَتيmy knee-binding
وَإِن أَنا لَم يَستَنزِلِ المَجدُ حَبوَتي
فَلاthen may not أَهَلَتbecome inhabited مِنّيthrough me الرُبىthe hills وَالمَرابِعُand spring pastures
فَلا أَهَلَت مِنّي الرُبى وَالمَرابِعُ
And if glory does not undo my knee-binding,
may the hills and spring pastures never be peopled by me.
أَباO father of قاسِمٍQasim حَلّاكَadorned you بِالشِعرِwith verse ماجِدٌa noble man
أَبا قاسِمٍ حَلّاكَ بِالشِعرِ ماجِدٌ
عَلَيكَupon you لَهُbelonging to him حَتّىuntil المَماتِdeath رَصائِعُdecorative studs
عَلَيكَ لَهُ حَتّى المَماتِ رَصائِعُ
O Abu Qasim, a noble man has adorned you with verse;
his ornaments upon you will last until death.
أَخٌa brother لاnot يَرىdeems الأَيّامَthe days أَهلاًworthy لِمَدحِهِof his praise
أَخٌ لا يَرى الأَيّامَ أَهلاً لِمَدحِهِ
وَلَوeven if ضَمِنَتthey guaranteed أَنthat لاnot تَراهُsee him الفَجائِعُthe calamities
وَلَو ضَمِنَت أَن لا تَراهُ الفَجائِعُ
A brother who deems the days unworthy of his praise,
even if they guaranteed that calamities would never find him.
شُجاعٌbrave لِأَعناقِupon the necks of النَوائِبِmisfortunes راكِبٌriding
شُجاعٌ لِأَعناقِ النَوائِبِ راكِبٌ
هُمامٌhigh-hearted لِأَطوادِover the mountains of الحَوادِثِcalamities فارِعُovertopping
هُمامٌ لِأَطوادِ الحَوادِثِ فارِعُ
Brave, he rides the necks of misfortunes;
high-hearted, he overtops the mountains of calamities.
سَتَشرَعُyou will approach to drink ماءَthe water of الفَخرِpride فيin كَأسِthe cup of مَدحَتيmy praise
سَتَشرَعُ ماءَ الفَخرِ في كَأسِ مَدحَتي
وَماand not أَناI فيin ماءِthe water of النَدىgenerosity مِنكَfrom you شارِعُone approaching to drink
وَما أَنا في ماءِ النَدى مِنكَ شارِعُ
You shall drink pride's water from the cup of my praise,
but I seek no drink from your water of generosity.
لِيَهنِكَmay it gladden you مَولودٌa newborn يُوَلَّدُis begotten فَخرَهُhis glory
لِيَهنِكَ مَولودٌ يُوَلَّدُ فَخرَهُ
أَبٌa father بِشرُهُhis cheerful face لِلسائِلينَfor the petitioners ذَرائِعُavenues of access
أَبٌ بِشرُهُ لِلسائِلينَ ذَرائِعُ
May a newborn gladden you, his glory brought forth
by a father whose cheerful face opens ways for petitioners.
وَليدٌa newborn لَوَif أَنَّthat اللَيلَthe night رُدّيwere robed بِوَجهِهِin his face
وَليدٌ لَوَ أَنَّ اللَيلَ رُدّي بِوَجهِهِ
لَماthen would not جاوَرَتهُlie beside it بِالجُنوبِwith sides المَضاجِعُthe beds
لَما جاوَرَتهُ بِالجُنوبِ المَضاجِعُ
A child: if night were robed in his face,
no sides would rest in beds beside it.
وَمُبتَسِمٌand a smiling one يَرتَجُّquiver فيin ماءِthe water of حُسنِهِhis beauty
وَمُبتَسِمٌ يَرتَجُّ في ماءِ حُسنِهِ
لَهُfor him مِنfrom عُيونِthe eyes of الناظِرينَthe beholders فَواقِعُbubbles
لَهُ مِن عُيونِ الناظِرينَ فَواقِعُ
And a smiling child—in the water of his beauty quiver
bubbles from the beholders' eyes.
رَمىshot الدَهرُTime مِنهُfrom him كُلَّevery قَلبٍheart مِنَamong العِدىthe foes
رَمى الدَهرُ مِنهُ كُلَّ قَلبٍ مِنَ العِدى
بِسَهمٍwith an arrow نَضاlaid bare أَحقادَهُمtheir grudges وَهوَwhile he is وادِعُat ease
بِسَهمٍ نَضا أَحقادَهُم وَهوَ وادِعُ
Time has shot, from him, every heart among the foes
with an arrow that laid bare their grudges while he was at ease.
يُرامونَهُthey shoot at him بِاللَحظِwith glances كَيso that يَعصِفواthey sweep away بِهِhim
يُرامونَهُ بِاللَحظِ كَي يَعصِفوا بِهِ
وَأَبصارُهُمwhile their eyes صورٌturned aside لَدَيهِbefore him خَواشِعُhumbled
وَأَبصارُهُم صورٌ لَدَيهِ خَواشِعُ
They aim their glances at him, seeking to sweep him away,
but their eyes turn aside before him, humbled.
وَماand not صَرَعوهُthey felled him بِاللِحاظِwith glances وَإِنَّماbut rather
وَما صَرَعوهُ بِاللِحاظِ وَإِنَّما
لِأَرواحِهِمfor their souls فيin مُقلَتَيهِhis two eyes مَصارِعُdeath-places
لِأَرواحِهِم في مُقلَتَيهِ مَصارِعُ
They have not felled him with their glances; rather,
in his two eyes lie the death-places of their souls.
يَوَدّونَthey wish أَنthat لَوif only كانَhe were بَينَamong قُلوبِهِمtheir hearts
يَوَدّونَ أَن لَو كانَ بَينَ قُلوبِهِم
مَعَalong with الحِقدِrancor حَتّىso that لاnot تَراهُsee him المَجامِعُthe gatherings
مَعَ الحِقدِ حَتّى لا تَراهُ المَجامِعُ
They wish he were among their hearts,
together with their hatred, so no gathering could see him.
مَتىwhenever اِبتَسَمواthey smile فَاِعلَمthen know بِأَنَّthat ثُغورَهُمtheir mouths
مَتى اِبتَسَموا فَاِعلَم بِأَنَّ ثُغورَهُم
دُموعٌtears لَهاfor them تِلكَthose الشِفاهُlips مَدامِعُtear-ducts
دُموعٌ لَها تِلكَ الشِفاهُ مَدامِعُ
Whenever they smile, know that their mouths
are tears, for which those lips are tear-ducts.