لاdo not تَسَلask أَينَwhere الهَوىlove وَالكَوثَرُand al-Kawthar (the river of abundance)
لا تَسَل أَينَ الهَوى وَالكَوثَرُ
سَكَتَfell silent الشاديthe singer وَبُحَّand grew hoarse الوَتَرُthe string
سَكَتَ الشادي وَبُحَّ الوَتَرُ
Do not ask where love and al-Kawthar are.
Do not ask where the passion and the sweet abundance are,
The singer fell silent, and the string grew hoarse—
The singer has fallen silent, and the lute string is rasping.
فَجأَةsuddenly وَاِنقَلَبَand turned العُرسُthe wedding إِلىinto
فَجأَة وَاِنقَلَبَ العُرسُ إِلى
مَأتَمٍa funeral ماذاwhat جَرىhappened ماwhat الخَبَرُthe news
مَأتَمٍ ماذا جَرى ما الخَبَرُ
suddenly—and the wedding turned into
Suddenly, the wedding feast transformed into
a funeral. What happened? What is the news?
A funeral; what has happened? What is the news?
ماجَتِsurged الدارُthe house بِمَنwith those who فيهاare in it كَماjust as
ماجَتِ الدارُ بِمَن فيها كَما
ماجَsurged نَهرٌa river ثائِرٌraging مُنكَدِرُturbid
ماجَ نَهرٌ ثائِرٌ مُنكَدِرُ
The house surged with those within it, as
The house surged with its occupants, just as
a raging, turbid river surges.
A turbulent, muddy river surges.
كُلُّهُمeach of them نُستَفسِرٌquestioning صاحِبَهُhis companion
كُلُّهُم نُستَفسِرٌ صاحِبَهُ
كُلُّهُمeach of them يُؤذيهِhurts him مَنwhoever يَستَفسِرُasks
كُلُّهُم يُؤذيهِ مَن يَستَفسِرُ
Each questions his companion;
Everyone is questioning their companion;
each is pained by whoever asks.
Everyone is pained by the one who asks.
هَمَسَwhispered المَوتُdeath بِهِمto them هَمسَتَهُits whisper
هَمَسَ المَوتُ بِهِم هَمسَتَهُ
إِنَّindeed هَمسَthe whisper المَوتِof death ريحٌa wind صَرصَرُbitter, howling
إِنَّ هَمسَ المَوتِ ريحٌ صَرصَرُ
Death whispered its whisper to them;
Death whispered its whisper amongst them;
indeed, death's whisper is a bitter, howling wind.
Truly, the whisper of death is a howling, freezing gale.
فَإِذاand behold الحَيرَةُbewilderment فيin أَحداقِهِمtheir eyes
فَإِذا الحَيرَةُ في أَحداقِهِم
كَيفَماwhichever way مالواthey turned وَأَنّىand wherever نَظَرواthey looked
كَيفَما مالوا وَأَنّى نَظَروا
And behold, bewilderment in their eyes,
And behold, bewilderment fills their eyes,
whichever way they turned, wherever they looked.
Whichever way they turn, wherever they gaze.
عَلِمواthey knew ياoh لَيتَهُمif only they ماnot عَلِمواthey knew
عَلِموا يا لَيتَهُم ما عَلِموا
أَنَّthat دُنياa world مِنof رُأىًvisions تُحتَضَرُis dying
أَنَّ دُنيا مِن رُأىً تُحتَضَرُ
They knew—if only they had never known—
They learned—oh, would that they had never learned—
that a world of visions lay dying.
That a world of visions is in its death throes.
وَالَّذيand he who أَطرَبَهُمdelighted them عَنthrough قُدرَةٍability
وَالَّذي أَطرَبَهُم عَن قُدرَةٍ
باتَbecame لاnot يَقوىhe has strength وَلاand not يَقتَدِرُhe has power
باتَ لا يَقوى وَلا يَقتَدِرُ
And he who had delighted them through his skill
And he who once enchanted them with such command
now had neither strength nor power.
Has become weak, stripped of all power.
يَبِسَdried up الضِحكُlaughter عَلىon أَفواهِهِمtheir mouths
يَبِسَ الضِحكُ عَلى أَفواهِهِم
فَهوَso it is كَالسُخرlike mockery وَإِنeven though لَمdid not يَسخَرواthey mock
فَهوَ كَالسُخر وَإِن لَم يَسخَروا
Laughter dried upon their mouths;
Laughter has withered upon their lips;
so it seemed like mockery, though they did not mock.
It looks like mockery, though they did not mean to mock.
وَإِذاand behold الآسيthe physician يَدٌa hand مَذولَةٌnumb
وَإِذا الآسي يَدٌ مَذولَةٌ
وَمُحَيّاand a face اليَأسُdespair فيهِin it أَصفَرُyellow
وَمُحَيّا اليَأسُ فيهِ أَصفَرُ
And behold the physician: a numb hand,
And see, the healer stands with a helpless hand,
and a face, yellow with despair.
While the face of despair within him is pale.
شاعَspread فيthrough الدارِthe house الأَسىgrief حَتّىuntil شَكَتcomplained
شاعَ في الدارِ الأَسى حَتّى شَكَت
أَرضَهاits floor وَطَأَتهits oppressive weight وَالجَدرُand the walls
أَرضَها وَطَأَته وَالجَدرُ
Grief spread through the house, till even
Grief spread through the house until the very floor
its floor and walls complained beneath its weight.
Complained of its tread, as did the walls.
فَعَلىso upon الأَضواءِthe lights مِنهُfrom it فَترَةٌlanguor
فَعَلى الأَضواءِ مِنهُ فَترَةٌ
وَعَلىand upon الأَلوانِthe colors مِنهُfrom it أَثَرُa trace
وَعَلى الأَلوانِ مِنهُ أَثَرُ
So its languor lay upon the lights,
Upon the lights, it casts a dim lethargy,
and its trace upon the colors.
And upon the colors, it leaves a stain.
وَالقَنانيand the bottles صُوَرٌimages باهِتَةٌfaded
وَالقَناني صُوَرٌ باهِتَةٌ
وَالأَغانيand the songs عالَمٌa world مُندَثِرُvanished
وَالأَغاني عالَمٌ مُندَثِرُ
And the bottles were faded images,
The wine vessels are merely faded images,
and the songs a vanished world.
And the songs are a world obliterated.
الهَناhappiness أُفلِتَwas let slip مِنfrom أَيديهِمtheir hands
الهَنا أُفلِتَ مِن أَيديهِم
وَالأَمانيand hopes إِنَّهاindeed they تَنتَحِرُcommit suicide
وَالأَماني إِنَّها تَنتَحِرُ
Happiness slipped from their hands,
Bliss has slipped from their grasp,
and hopes—indeed, they are committing suicide.
And hopes—truly, they are committing suicide.
ذَبَحَتslaughtered أَفراحَهُمtheir joys فيin لَمحَةٍan instant
ذَبَحَت أَفراحَهُم في لَمحَةٍ
قُوَّةٌa power تَجنيdoes harm وَلاand does not تَعتَذِرُapologize
قُوَّةٌ تَجني وَلا تَعتَذِرُ
Their joys were slaughtered in an instant
A force slaughtered their joys in an instant,
by a power that does harm and never apologizes.
A power that reaps and offers no apology.
تَقلَعُuproots النَبتَthe plant الَّذيthat تَغرُسُهُit plants it
تَقلَعُ النَبتَ الَّذي تَغرُسُهُ
وَالشَذاand fragrance فيهin it وَفيهِand in it الثَمَرُfruit
وَالشَذا فيه وَفيهِ الثَمَرُ
It uproots the plant it plants,
It uproots the very seedling it planted,
with fragrance in it, and fruit within.
While fragrance and fruit still linger within it.
إِعبَثِtoy ماas شِئتِyou wish ياO دُنياworld بِناwith us
إِعبَثِ ما شِئتِ يا دُنيا بِنا
وَتَحَكَّمand rule ماas تَشاءُyou wish ياO قَدَرُFate
وَتَحَكَّم ما تَشاءُ يا قَدَرُ
Toy with us as you will, O world,
Toy with us as you wish, O World,
and rule as you wish, O Fate.
And decree whatever you desire, O Fate.
إِنif تَكُنbe زَهراًflowers فَماthen how أَمجَدَناglorious we are
إِن تَكُن زَهراً فَما أَمجَدَنا
أَوor نَكُنwe are شَوكاًthorns فَهَذاthen this is الخَطَرُthe danger
أَو نَكُن شَوكاً فَهَذا الخَطَرُ
If we are flowers, how glorious we are!
If we are flowers, how glorious is our state;
Or if we are thorns, therein lies the danger.
Or if we are thorns, that is the peril.
فَلنَعِشso let us live فيon الأَرضِthe earth زَهراًas flowers وَليَطُلand may it last long
فَلنَعِش في الأَرضِ زَهراً وَليَطُل
أَجَلُthe lifespan الشَوكِof thorns الَّذيthat لاdoes not يُزهِرُbloom
أَجَلُ الشَوكِ الَّذي لا يُزهِرُ
So let us live on earth as flowers, and let
So let us live on earth as flowers, and let
the life of thorns that never bloom be long.
The lifespan of the bloomless thorn drag on.
رَحَلَdeparted الشاعِرُthe poet عَنfrom دارِthe abode الأَذىof suffering
رَحَلَ الشاعِرُ عَن دارِ الأَذى
وَاِنقَضَتand ended مَعَهُwith him اللَياليthe nights الغُرَرُradiant
وَاِنقَضَت مَعَهُ اللَيالي الغُرَرُ
The poet departed from the abode of suffering,
The poet has departed from the abode of suffering,
and with him the radiant nights came to an end.
And with him, the radiant nights have ended.
كَمhow often حَوَتهit embraced him وَحَواهاand he embraced it مَلِكاًas a king
كَم حَوَته وَحَواها مَلِكاً
دَولَةُthe realm الروحِof the spirit الَّتيwhich لاnot تُقهَرُis conquered
دَولَةُ الروحِ الَّتي لا تُقهَرُ
How often it embraced him, and he embraced it as king—
How often he held it, and it held him as a king—
the realm of the spirit that cannot be conquered.
The kingdom of the spirit that can never be vanquished.
عاشَhe lived لاnot يُنكِرُhe denies إِلّاexcept ذاتَهُhimself
عاشَ لا يُنكِرُ إِلّا ذاتَهُ
إِنَّindeed حُبَّlove الذاتِof self شَيءٌa thing مُنكَرُreprehensible
إِنَّ حُبَّ الذاتِ شَيءٌ مُنكَرُ
He lived, denying nothing but himself;
He lived denying nothing but his own self;
indeed, self-love is a reprehensible thing.
Truly, self-love is a thing to be renounced.
شاعِرٌa poet أَعجَبُthe most wondrous مَعنىًmeaning صاغَهُfashioned it
شاعِرٌ أَعجَبُ مَعنىً صاغَهُ
لِلبَراياfor humankind مَوتُهُhis death المُبتَكَرُunprecedented
لِلبَرايا مَوتُهُ المُبتَكَرُ
A poet: the most wondrous meaning fashioned
A poet, whose most wondrous crafted meaning
for humankind by his unprecedented death.
For all creation was his own inventive death.
الجَمالُbeauty الحَقُّtrue ماwhat يَعبُدُهُhe worships it
الجَمالُ الحَقُّ ما يَعبُدُهُ
وَالجَمالُand beauty الزورُfalse ماwhat لاnot يُبصِرُhe sees
وَالجَمالُ الزورُ ما لا يُبصِرُ
True beauty is what he worships,
True beauty is what he worships,
and false beauty is what he does not see.
And false beauty is what he does not see.
وَالحَديثُand speech الصَفوُpure ماwhat يَنشُرُهُhe spreads it
وَالحَديثُ الصَفوُ ما يَنشُرُهُ
وَالحَديثُand speech السوءُevil ماwhat يَختَصِرُhe cuts short
وَالحَديثُ السوءُ ما يَختَصِرُ
And pure speech is what he spreads,
Pure conversation is what he disseminates,
and evil speech is what he cuts short.
And evil speech is what he cuts short.
إِنَّهُindeed he كانَwas مَلاكاًan angel بَشَراًa human being
إِنَّهُ كانَ مَلاكاً بَشَراً
فَمَضىso departed عَنّاfrom us المَلاكُthe angel البَشَرُthe human
فَمَضى عَنّا المَلاكُ البَشَرُ
He was indeed an angel in human form,
He was an angel in human form;
and so the human angel has left us.
And now the human angel has gone from us.
وَنُفوسُand the souls الخَلقِof humankind إِمّاeither طينَةٌclay
وَنُفوسُ الخَلقِ إِمّا طينَةٌ
لاno سَناradiance فيهاin it وَإِمّاor else جَوهَرُa jewel
لا سَنا فيها وَإِمّا جَوهَرُ
And human souls are either clay
The souls of people are either made of clay
with no radiance within, or jewels.
With no radiance within, or they are pure gems.
ياO رَفيقيmy companion ماnot بَلَغتَyou reached المُنتَهىthe end
يا رَفيقي ما بَلَغتَ المُنتَهى
لَيسَتِare not الحَدَّthe boundary الأَخيرَfinal الحُفَرُthe grave-pits
لَيسَتِ الحَدَّ الأَخيرَ الحُفَرُ
O my companion, you have not reached the end;
O my comrade, you have not reached the end;
the graves are not the final boundary.
The grave pits are not the final boundary.
فَاِعبُرِso cross النَهرَthe river إِلىto ذاكَthat الحِمىthe sanctuary
فَاِعبُرِ النَهرَ إِلى ذاكَ الحِمى
حَيثُwhere جُبرانُJibran العَميدُthe elder الأَكبَرُthe foremost
حَيثُ جُبرانُ العَميدُ الأَكبَرُ
So cross the river to that sanctuary
Cross the river to that sanctuary,
where Jibran is the foremost elder,
Where Gibran is the supreme master,
وَرَشيدٌand Rashid نَغمَةٌa melody شادِيَةٌsinging
وَرَشيدٌ نَغمَةٌ شادِيَةٌ
وَنَسيبٌand Nasib نَغَمٌa tune مُستَبشِرُjoyful
وَنَسيبٌ نَغَمٌ مُستَبشِرُ
and Rashid a singing melody,
And Rashid is a chanting melody,
and Nasib a joyous tune,
And Nasib is a joyous tune,
وَجَميلٌand Jamil فِكرَةٌa thought هائِمَةٌwandering
وَجَميلٌ فِكرَةٌ هائِمَةٌ
وَأَمينٌand Amin أَمَلٌa hope مُخضَوضِرُverdant
وَأَمينٌ أَمَلٌ مُخضَوضِرُ
and Jamil a wandering thought,
And Jamil is a wandering thought,
and Amin a verdant hope.
And Amin is a verdant hope.
قُلtell لَهُمto them إِنّاindeed we غَدَوناwe have become بَعدَهُمafter them
قُل لَهُم إِنّا غَدَونا بَعدَهُم
لاno حَديثٌconversation طَيِّبٌpleasant لاno سَمَرُevening conversation
لا حَديثٌ طَيِّبٌ لا سَمَرُ
Tell them that, after them, we are left
Tell them that, in their absence, we have become
with no pleasant talk, no evening converse,
Bereft of good conversation and evening tales;
كَسَماءٍlike a sky لَيسَthere is not فيهاin it أَنجُمٌstars
كَسَماءٍ لَيسَ فيها أَنجُمٌ
أَوor كَرَوضٍlike a garden لَيسَthere is not فيهِin it زَهرُflowers
أَو كَرَوضٍ لَيسَ فيهِ زَهرُ
like a sky without stars,
Like a sky that holds no stars,
or a garden without flowers.
Or a garden that holds no flowers.
كُلُّناeach of us مُنتَظِرٌawaiting ساعَتَهُhis hour
كُلُّنا مُنتَظِرٌ ساعَتَهُ
وَالمَصيرُand the destiny الحَقُّtrue ماwhat نَنتَظِرُwe await
وَالمَصيرُ الحَقُّ ما نَنتَظِرُ
Each of us awaits his hour,
Each of us is awaiting his hour,
and what we await is our true destiny.
And the true destiny is what we await.