سَجَدتُI prostrated myself فيin هَيكَلthe temple الأَمانيof hopes
سَجَدتُ في هَيكَل الأَماني
مُضَعضَعَshattered العَقلَin mind وَالجَنانِand heart
مُضَعضَعَ العَقلَ وَالجَنانِ
I prostrated myself in the temple of hopes,
I bow in the temple of wishes
shattered in mind and heart,
The mind and the soul are shaken
فيon لَيلَةٍa night لَمdid not تُبنreveal شِهاباًa shooting star
في لَيلَةٍ لَم تُبن شِهاباً
إِلّاexcept that أَراشَتit fletched سَهماًan arrow رَمانيthat struck me
إِلّا أَراشَت سَهماً رَماني
on a night that revealed no shooting star
In a night where no shooting star shone
without fletching an arrow that struck me.
Except it shot an arrow at me
وَقُلتُand I said لِلمَجدِto Glory وَهوwhile it was طَيفٌa phantom
وَقُلتُ لِلمَجدِ وَهو طَيفٌ
لَمnot أَرَهُI saw it بَعدُyet فيin مَكانِa place
لَم أَرَهُ بَعدُ في مَكانِ
And I said to Glory—a phantom
And I said to glory, which is an apparition
I had not yet seen anywhere—
I have not seen it since in any place
إِنَّindeed أَماميbefore me طَريقَthe path نَفسيof my soul
إِنَّ أَمامي طَريقَ نَفسي
وَليَهدِنيand let them guide me مِنكَfrom you نيِّرانِtwo lights
وَليَهدِني مِنكَ نيِّرانِ
“Indeed, before me lies my soul's path;
Before me is the path of my soul
and let two lights from you guide me.”
And your fires should guide me
إِذاsuddenly بِصَوتٍa voice كَالهَمسِlike a whisper أَلقىcast
إِذا بِصَوتٍ كَالهَمسِ أَلقى
فيinto مَسمَعيmy hearing هذِهthese المَعانيmeanings
في مَسمَعي هذِه المَعاني
Suddenly a voice, like a whisper, cast
When a voice like a whisper threw
these meanings into my ear:
In my hearing these meanings
أَناI خَفيٌّhidden كَالسِرِّlike a secret أَوor كَالlike the
أَنا خَفيٌّ كَالسِرِّ أَو كَال
هلاكِdestruction أَنقضُّI swoop down فيin ثَوانِseconds
هلاكِ أَنقضُّ في ثَوانِ
“I am hidden, like a secret, or like
I am hidden like a secret or like
doom, swooping down in seconds.
Destruction, vanishing in moments
أَظهَرُI appear فيin ساعَةthe hour الطعانof spear-fighting
أَظهَرُ في ساعَة الطعان
بَينamid ضَبابٍa fog منَof الدُخّانِsmoke
بَين ضَبابٍ منَ الدُخّانِ
I appear in the hour of spear-fighting,
I appear in the hour of accusation
amid a fog of smoke.
Between misty smoke
وَلاand not يَنالُattains الخلودَimmortality مِنّيfrom me
وَلا يَنالُ الخلودَ مِنّي
إِلّاexcept فُؤادُthe heart الَّذيof the one who يَرانيsees me
إِلّا فُؤادُ الَّذي يَراني
And none attains immortality from me
And only the heart that sees me
but the heart of the one who sees me.
Attains immortality from me
فَماfor ... is not لهاثيmy panting إِلّاbut ضرامٌa blaze
فَما لهاثي إِلّا ضرامٌ
يَدُبُّcreeps فيthrough عُنصرِthe substance الزَمانِof time
يَدُبُّ في عُنصرِ الزَمانِ
For my panting is nothing but a blaze
So my panting is but a crawling
creeping through the substance of time.
That creeps in the fabric of time
فَلاso let not يَغُرَّنَّكَever deceive you اِبتِساميmy smile
فَلا يَغُرَّنَّكَ اِبتِسامي
فَتَحتَfor beneath جَفنيَّmy two eyelids هَوَّتانِtwo abysses
فَتَحتَ جَفنيَّ هَوَّتانِ
So let my smile not deceive you:
So let not my smile deceive you
for beneath my eyelids lie two abysses.
And Madness flung open my eyelids
سَكَبتُI poured فيinto أَعيُنِthe eyes المُعَرّيof al-Ma'arri
سَكَبتُ في أَعيُنِ المُعَرّي
زَيتَthe oil النُبُوّاتِof prophecies منfrom عُيونيmy eyes
زَيتَ النُبُوّاتِ من عُيوني
I poured into al-Ma'arri's eyes
I poured in the eyes of the stripping bare
the oil of prophecies from my eyes.
The oil of prophecies from my springs
وَقُلتُand I said لِلناصِريِّto the Nazarene طَهِّرcleanse
وَقُلتُ لِلناصِريِّ طَهِّر
ذُنوبَهُمtheir sins بِالدَمِwith blood الثَمينِprecious
ذُنوبَهُم بِالدَمِ الثَمينِ
And I said to the Nazarene, ‘Cleanse
And I said to Al-Nasiri purify
their sins with precious blood.’
Their sins with the precious blood
قُلتُI said لِقَيسٍto Qays عَشيقِlover of لَيلىLayla
قُلتُ لِقَيسٍ عَشيقِ لَيلى
أَنشِدrecite وَمُتand die رافِعَholding high الجَبينِthe brow
أَنشِد وَمُت رافِعَ الجَبينِ
I said to Qays, Layla's lover,
I said to Qays the lover of Layla
‘Recite, and die with your brow held high.’
Recite poetry and die with raised forehead
قُلتُI said لِليَنينto Lenin نَمsleep قَريراًat ease
قُلتُ لِليَنين نَم قَريراً
أَنتَyou نَبِيٌّa prophet بَعدَafter قُرونِcenturies
أَنتَ نَبِيٌّ بَعدَ قُرونِ
I said to Lenin, ‘Sleep in peace;
I said to the snake sleep softly
you shall be a prophet centuries hence.’
You are a prophet after centuries
الصَمتُsilence فيin قدسِهِits sanctity صَلاتيmy prayer
الصَمتُ في قدسِهِ صَلاتي
وَموحِياتُand the inspirations الآلامِof suffering دينيmy faith
وَموحِياتُ الآلامِ ديني
Silence, in its sanctity, is my prayer,
Silence in its holiness is my prayer
and the inspirations of suffering are my faith.
And inspirations of pain are my religion
لاnot يَرتَقيascends سُلَّميmy ladder ضَعيفٌa weakling
لا يَرتَقي سُلَّمي ضَعيفٌ
أَناI لِبأسٍfor strength لَستُI am not لِلينِfor softness
أَنا لِبأسٍ لَستُ لِلينِ
No weakling ascends my ladder;
No weak man climbs my ladder
I am for strength, not for softness.
I am not for gentleness but for violence
مَقالديmy keys الصَبرُpatience وَالتَأَنّيand deliberation
مَقالدي الصَبرُ وَالتَأَنّي
وَشِدَّةُand firmness العَزمِof resolve فيin الشُؤونِaffairs
وَشِدَّةُ العَزمِ في الشُؤونِ
My keys are patience and deliberation,
My reins are patience and deliberation
and firmness of resolve in affairs.
And strength of purpose in affairs
أَحمِلُI carry فيin مُقلَتيmy eye عَذاباًtorment
أَحمِلُ في مُقلَتي عَذاباً
وَشُعلَةand a flame النارِof fire فيin جَبينيmy brow
وَشُعلَة النارِ في جَبيني
I carry torment in my eye,
I carry in my orb excruciating agony
and a flame of fire in my brow.
And the flame of fire on my forehead
الشَيخُthe old man مِثلُlike الفَتيِّthe youth عِنديto me
الشَيخُ مِثلُ الفَتيِّ عِندي
مَنwhoever يَسعَstrives تُفتَحis opened لهُfor him يَمينيmy right hand
مَن يَسعَ تُفتَح لهُ يَميني
The old man is like the youth to me;
The old man is like the youth to me
my right hand opens to whoever strives.
Whoever can, my right hand opens to him
لَمّاnot yet أُعَيِّنI fix وَقتَthe time حُضوريof my arrival
لَمّا أُعَيِّن وَقتَ حُضوري
فَبعدَso after حينٍa while أَوor قَبلَbefore حينِa while
فَبعدَ حينٍ أَو قَبلَ حينِ
I have not yet fixed the time of my arrival:
When I specify the time of my presence
so, some time later—or some time sooner.
After a while or before a while
البَعضُsome ماتواthey died تَحتَbeneath ذِراعيmy arm
البَعضُ ماتوا تَحتَ ذِراعي
أَمامbefore مِصباحيَmy lamp المُنيرِshining
أَمام مِصباحيَ المُنيرِ
Some died beneath my arm,
Some died under my arm
before my shining lamp;
Before my shining lamp
وَالبَعضُand some ماتواthey died مُذwhen جِئتُI came حَتّىin order to
وَالبَعضُ ماتوا مُذ جِئتُ حَتّى
أُلقيI cast عَلىupon رَأسِهِمtheir heads زُهوريmy flowers
أُلقي عَلى رَأسِهِم زُهوري
and some died when I came to
And some died since I came
cast my flowers upon their heads.
Until I strew flowers on their heads
المَوتُdeath فيin مَجدِهِhis glory شِعاريmy emblem
المَوتُ في مَجدِهِ شِعاري
وَنافِخٌand blowing فيin الدُجىthe darkness نَفيريmy trumpet
وَنافِخٌ في الدُجى نَفيري
Death, in his glory, is my emblem,
Death in its glory is my emblem
and blows my trumpet in the darkness.
And a blower in the gloom my bugle call
فَقُبلَةُfor the kiss الخُلدِof immortality لَمnot أَضَعهاI placed it
فَقُبلَةُ الخُلدِ لَم أَضَعها
إِلّاexcept عَلىupon حافَةِthe edge القُبورِof graves
إِلّا عَلى حافَةِ القُبورِ
For I have never laid immortality's kiss
So I placed the kiss of eternity
except upon the edge of graves.
Only on the edge of graves
مَنwhoever يَطلُبُseeks المَجدَglory فيin حَياةٍlife
مَن يَطلُبُ المَجدَ في حَياةٍ
فَليَشتَرِthen let him buy المَجدَglory بِالزَفيرِwith sighing
فَليَشتَرِ المَجدَ بِالزَفيرِ
Whoever seeks glory in life,
Whoever seeks glory in life
let him buy glory with sighs.
Must buy glory with the last breath
أَناI هزارa nightingale فيin اللَيلِthe night أَشدوI sing
أَنا هزار في اللَيلِ أَشدو
لَحنيmy melody عَلىupon مَسمَحunclear; perhaps 'hearing' (مسمع) الدهورِof the ages
لَحني عَلى مَسمَح الدهورِ
I am a nightingale; in the night I sing
I am a thousand singers in the night
my melody within [hearing] of the ages.
My tune on the praise ground of ages
يَسمعنيhears me المَوتُdeath فيin دُجاهُhis darkness
يَسمعني المَوتُ في دُجاهُ
وَهوَwhile he يُماشيkeeps pace with خُطىthe footsteps العصورِof the ages
وَهوَ يُماشي خُطى العصورِ
Death hears me in his darkness,
Death hears me in its darkness
as he keeps pace with the footsteps of the ages.
As it paces the strides of ages
أَشرَبُI drink منfrom أَدمُعٍtears عذارىvirgin
أَشرَبُ من أَدمُعٍ عذارى
وَمنand from دماءthe blood القَلبِof the heart الكَبيرِgreat
وَمن دماء القَلبِ الكَبيرِ
I drink from virgin tears
I drink from the tears of virgins
and from the blood of the great heart.
And from the blood of the great heart
وَلَستُand I do not أُحييI revive ذِكراًa memory مُجيداًglorious
وَلَستُ أُحيي ذِكراً مُجيداً
لِذيfor one endowed with نُبوغٍgenius وَذيand one endowed with ضَميرِconscience
لِذي نُبوغٍ وَذي ضَميرِ
And I keep no glorious memory alive
And I do not keep alive a glorious memory
for men of genius and conscience,
Except for the one of brilliance and conscience
إِلّاexcept إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle اِفتَرَستُI have devoured قَلباًa heart
إِلّا إِذا ما اِفتَرَستُ قَلباً
يَكونis أَقوىstronger منthan النُسورِeagles
يَكون أَقوى من النُسورِ
unless I have devoured a heart
Unless I devour a heart
that is stronger than eagles.”
That is stronger than eagles