سَكَنَgrew still الظَلامُthe darkness وَباتَand spent the night قَلبُكَyour heart يَخفِقُthrobs
سَكَنَ الظَلامُ وَباتَ قَلبُكَ يَخفِقُ
وَسَطاand assailed عَلىupon جَنبَيكَyour two sides هَمٌّa care مُقلِقُdisturbing
وَسَطا عَلى جَنبَيكَ هَمٌّ مُقلِقُ
Darkness grew still, while your heart spent the night throbbing.
Darkness fell and your heart beats
And a troubling care assailed your sides.
Restlessly in the midst of your sides lies a disturbing care
حارَwas bewildered الفِراشُthe bed وَحِرتُand I was bewildered فيهِin it فَأَنتُماso you two
حارَ الفِراشُ وَحِرتُ فيهِ فَأَنتُما
تَحتَbeneath الظَلامِthe darkness مُعَذَّبٌtormented وَمُؤَرَّقُand kept awake
تَحتَ الظَلامِ مُعَذَّبٌ وَمُؤَرَّقُ
The bed was bewildered, and I was bewildered in it; so you two
The bed became hot and I became confused in it while you both
Are beneath the darkness: one tormented, the other kept awake.
Are tormented and anxious beneath the darkness
دَرَجَpassed الزَمانُtime وَأَنتَand you مَفتونُbewitched by المُنىhopes
دَرَجَ الزَمانُ وَأَنتَ مَفتونُ المُنى
وَمَضىand passed الشَبابُyouth وَأَنتَand you ساهٍheedless مُطرِقُhead bowed
وَمَضى الشَبابُ وَأَنتَ ساهٍ مُطرِقُ
Time passed, while you were bewitched by hopes,
Time passed while you are infatuated with wishes
And youth departed, while you were heedless, head bowed.
And youth is gone while you are downcast
عَجَباًhow strange يَلَذُّis pleasing لَكَto you السُكوتُsilence مَعَwith الهَوىlove
عَجَباً يَلَذُّ لَكَ السُكوتُ مَعَ الهَوى
وَسِواكَand another besides you يَبعَثُهُrouses him الغَرامُpassion فَيَنطِقُso he speaks
وَسِواكَ يَبعَثُهُ الغَرامُ فَيَنطِقُ
How strange that silence pleases you amid love,
Strangely, silence gives you pleasure along with passion
While passion rouses another, and he speaks.
While it makes everyone else speak out of love
خُلِقَwas created الغَرامُlove لِأَصغَرَيكَfor your two smallest (heart and tongue) وَطالَماand how often
خُلِقَ الغَرامُ لِأَصغَرَيكَ وَطالَما
ظَنّواthey conjectured الظُنونَsuspicions بِأَصغَرَيكَabout your two smallest (heart and tongue) وَأَغرَقواand went to extremes
ظَنّوا الظُنونَ بِأَصغَرَيكَ وَأَغرَقوا
Love was made for your two smallest—heart and tongue—and how often
Passion was created for your cheeks and long they
They harbored suspicions about your two smallest, and went to extremes.
Suspected the suspicions about your cheeks and drowned
وَرَمَوكَand they accused you بِالسَلوىof forgetting love وَلَوand if شَهِدواthey witnessed الَّذيthat which
وَرَمَوكَ بِالسَلوى وَلَو شَهِدوا الَّذي
تَطويهِyou conceal it فيwithin تِلكَthose الضُلوعِthe ribs لَأَشفَقواthey would have felt pity
تَطويهِ في تِلكَ الضُلوعِ لَأَشفَقوا
They accused you of forgetting love; yet had they witnessed what
And blamed you with laxity, and had they witnessed what
You hide within those ribs, they would have pitied you.
You conceal in those ribs, they would have empathized
أَخفَيتَyou hid أَسرارَthe secrets of الفُؤادِthe heart وَإِنَّماbut in fact
أَخفَيتَ أَسرارَ الفُؤادِ وَإِنَّما
سِرُّthe secret of الفُؤادِthe heart مِنَfrom النَواظِرِthe eyes يُسرَقُis stolen
سِرُّ الفُؤادِ مِنَ النَواظِرِ يُسرَقُ
You hid the heart's secrets; yet
You hid the secrets of the heart, and yet
The heart's secret is stolen from the eyes.
The secret of the heart is stolen from sights
نَفِّسrelieve بِرَبِّكَby your Lord عَنfrom فُؤادِكَyour heart كَربَهُits anguish
نَفِّس بِرَبِّكَ عَن فُؤادِكَ كَربَهُ
وَاِرحَمand have mercy on حَشاكَyour innermost being فَإِنَّهاfor indeed it تَتَمَزَّقُis being torn apart
وَاِرحَم حَشاكَ فَإِنَّها تَتَمَزَّقُ
For your Lord's sake, relieve your heart of its anguish,
Vent with your Lord the distress of your heart
And have mercy on your innermost being, for it is being torn apart.
And have mercy on your cheeks, for they are torn
وَاِذكُرand recall لَناfor us عَهدَthe days of الَّذينَthose who بِنايِهِمthrough their departure
وَاِذكُر لَنا عَهدَ الَّذينَ بِنايِهِم
جَمَعواthey gathered عَلَيكَupon you هُمومَهُمtheir cares وَتَفَرَّقواand scattered
جَمَعوا عَلَيكَ هُمومَهُم وَتَفَرَّقوا
And recall for us the days of those who, by departing,
And remember for us the era of those who
Heaped their cares upon you, and scattered.
United their concerns upon you and dispersed
ماwhat لِلقَوافيails the rhymes أَنكَرَتكَthey disowned you وَلَمand not تَكُنwere
ما لِلقَوافي أَنكَرَتكَ وَلَم تَكُن
لِكَسادِهاbecause of their lack of demand فيin غَيرِother than سوقِكَyour market تَنفُقُthey sell
لِكَسادِها في غَيرِ سوقِكَ تَنفُقُ
Why have the rhymes disowned you, when they never
Why did rhymes deny you when they were not
Sold, for lack of demand, in any market but yours?
Circulating in any market but yours
ماwhat لِلبَيانِails eloquence بِغَيرِat other than بابِكَyour door واقِفاًstanding
ما لِلبَيانِ بِغَيرِ بابِكَ واقِفاً
يَبكيweeps وَيُعجِلُهُand overtakes it البُكاءُweeping فَيَشرَقُso it chokes
يَبكي وَيُعجِلُهُ البُكاءُ فَيَشرَقُ
Why does eloquence stand at a door other than yours,
Why did rhetoric stand still at any other door
Weeping, so overtaken by tears that it chokes?
Weeping with impatience so it shines
إِنّيindeed I كَهَمِّكَlike your sorrow فيin الصَبابَةِardent love لَمnot أَزَلI have ceased
إِنّي كَهَمِّكَ في الصَبابَةِ لَم أَزَل
أَلهوI take my pleasure وَأَرتَجِلُand I improvise القَريضَverse وَأَعشَقُand I love
أَلهو وَأَرتَجِلُ القَريضَ وَأَعشَقُ
I, like your sorrow, have never ceased, in ardent love,
I have not ceased, like your anxiety in youth,
To take my pleasure, improvise verse, and love.
To indulge in composing and fall in love
نَفسيmy soul بِرَغمِdespite الحادِثاتِmisfortunes فَتِيَّةٌyouthful
نَفسي بِرَغمِ الحادِثاتِ فَتِيَّةٌ
عوديmy bough عَلىin رَغمِspite of الكَوارِثِdisasters مورِقُleafy
عودي عَلى رَغمِ الكَوارِثِ مورِقُ
My soul is youthful despite misfortunes;
My soul despite calamities is youthful
My bough is leafy despite disasters.
My will despite disasters is flourishing
إِنَّindeed الَّذيthe one who أَغرىincited السُهادَsleeplessness بِمُقلَتيagainst my eye
إِنَّ الَّذي أَغرى السُهادَ بِمُقلَتي
مُتَعَنِّتٌunyielding قَلبيmy heart بِهِto him مُتَعَلِّقُattached
مُتَعَنِّتٌ قَلبي بِهِ مُتَعَلِّقُ
Indeed, the one who incited sleeplessness against my eye
Indeed, the one who tempted the slumber with my eyelids
Is unyielding; my heart is attached to him.
Is my stubborn heart which clings to him
واثَقتُهُI made a pact with him أَلّاnot to أَبوحَI disclose وَإِنَّماand only
واثَقتُهُ أَلّا أَبوحَ وَإِنَّما
يَومَon the day of الحِسابِthe reckoning يُحَلُّis dissolved ذاكَthat المَوثِقُcovenant
يَومَ الحِسابِ يُحَلُّ ذاكَ المَوثِقُ
I made a pact with him not to disclose it; only
I trusted he will not confess, and yet
On the Day of Reckoning will that covenant be dissolved.
On Judgement Day that pact will be untied
وَشَقيتُand I suffered مِنهُfrom him بِقُربِهِin his nearness وَبِعادِهِand his distance
وَشَقيتُ مِنهُ بِقُربِهِ وَبِعادِهِ
وَأَخوand the brother of الشَقاءِmisery إِلىtoward الشَقاءِmisery مُوَفَّقُfavored with success
وَأَخو الشَقاءِ إِلى الشَقاءِ مُوَفَّقُ
And I suffered from him, in his nearness and his distance,
And I suffered from his nearness and distance
And misery's brother finds success in misery.
A brother of misery is destined for misery
صاحَبتُI kept company with أَسبابَthe means of الرِضاcontentment لِرُكوبِهِbecause of his mounting
صاحَبتُ أَسبابَ الرِضا لِرُكوبِهِ
مَتنَthe back of الخِلافِopposition لِماto what بِهِby it أَتَخَلَّقُI cultivate my character
مَتنَ الخِلافِ لِما بِهِ أَتَخَلَّقُ
I embraced the ways of contentment, because he rode
I accompanied the causes of consent to ride
The back of opposition to the character I cultivate.
The saddle of conflict to acquire what makes me dignified
وَصَبَرتُand I endured مِنهُfrom him عَلىin the face of الَّذيthat which يَعياis helpless بِهِbefore it
وَصَبَرتُ مِنهُ عَلى الَّذي يَعيا بِهِ
حِلمُthe forbearance of الحَليمِthe forbearing man وَيَتَّقيهِand avoids it الأَحمَقُthe fool
حِلمُ الحَليمِ وَيَتَّقيهِ الأَحمَقُ
And I endured from him what defeats
And I patiently endured from him what the forebearing
The forbearing man's forbearance, and what the fool shuns.
Endure, and the foolish fear
أَصبَحتُI became كَالدَهرِيِّlike a materialist أَعبُدُI worship شَعرَهُhis hair
أَصبَحتُ كَالدَهرِيِّ أَعبُدُ شَعرَهُ
وَجَبينَهُand his brow وَأَناand I am الشَريفُthe nobleman المُعرِقُof ancient lineage
وَجَبينَهُ وَأَنا الشَريفُ المُعرِقُ
Like a materialist, I have come to worship his hair
I have become like an infatuated man, worshipping his hair
And his brow, though I am a nobleman of ancient lineage.
And forehead while I am the honorable refined man
وَغَدَوتُand I began أَنظِمُI string مِنfrom ثَناياthe front teeth of ثَغرِهِhis mouth
وَغَدَوتُ أَنظِمُ مِن ثَنايا ثَغرِهِ
دُرَراًpearls أُقَلِّدُهاI hang them as necklaces on المَهاthe oryx وَأُطَوِّقُand I collar
دُرَراً أُقَلِّدُها المَها وَأُطَوِّقُ
And I began to string, from the front teeth of his mouth,
And I have become composing pearls from the crevices of his lips
Pearls to adorn the oryx with necklaces and collars.
To adorn the beauties and garland them
صَبريSabri اِستَثَرتَyou stirred دَفائِنيmy buried treasures وَهَزَزتَنيand you shook me
صَبري اِستَثَرتَ دَفائِني وَهَزَزتَني
وَأَرَيتَنيand you showed me الإِبداعَcreative artistry كَيفَhow يُنَسَّقُis arranged
وَأَرَيتَني الإِبداعَ كَيفَ يُنَسَّقُ
Sabri, you stirred my buried treasures and shook me,
My patience has ransacked my treasures and shaken me
And showed me how artistry is arranged.
And showed me how to excellently coordinate
فَأَبَحتَso you permitted ليto me شَكوىthe lament of الهَوىlove وَسَبَقتَنيand you outstripped me
فَأَبَحتَ لي شَكوى الهَوى وَسَبَقتَني
فيin مَدحِpraising عَبّاسٍAbbas وَمِثلُكَand one like you يَسبِقُtakes the lead
في مَدحِ عَبّاسٍ وَمِثلُكَ يَسبِقُ
So you allowed me to lament love, and outstripped me
So you revealed to me the passion's complaint and preceded me
In praising Abbas; one like you takes the lead.
In praising Abbas, and the likes of you takes the lead
قالَspoke الرَئيسُthe chief فَماso no لِقَولٍfor any utterance بَعدَهُafter him
قالَ الرَئيسُ فَما لِقَولٍ بَعدَهُ
باعٌa reach تَطولُextends far وَلاnor لِمَدحٍfor any praise رَونَقُluster
باعٌ تَطولُ وَلا لِمَدحٍ رَونَقُ
The chief has spoken; no utterance after him
The president said, so what value remains for words after it
Has a long reach, nor does any praise have luster.
Merchandise stretched and undeserved praise elegance
شَوقيShawqi نَسَبتَyou sang of love فَماso not مَلَكتُI controlled مَدامِعيmy tears
شَوقي نَسَبتَ فَما مَلَكتُ مَدامِعي
مِنfrom أَنthat يَسيلَflows بِهاthrough them النَسيبُthe love-verse الشَيِّقُthe stirring
مِن أَن يَسيلَ بِها النَسيبُ الشَيِّقُ
Shawqi, you sang of love; I could not command my tears
My passion you attributed, so I did not possess my tears
To keep that stirring love-verse from flowing through them.
To flow with them the intimate ardent man
أَعجَزتَyou exceeded أَطواقَthe capacities of الأَنامِmankind بِمَدحِهِby praising him
أَعجَزتَ أَطواقَ الأَنامِ بِمَدحِهِ
سَجَدَprostrated itself البَيانُeloquence لِرَبِّهاbefore their lord وَالمَنطِقُand speech
سَجَدَ البَيانُ لِرَبِّها وَالمَنطِقُ
You surpassed mankind's capacities in praising him;
You exhausted the necks of people in praising him
Eloquence and speech prostrated themselves before their lord.
Rhetoric bowed to its Lord and logic kneeled
لَمnot تَترُكاyou two left ليfor me فيin المَدائِحِthe panegyrics فَضلَةًa remnant
لَم تَترُكا لي في المَدائِحِ فَضلَةً
يَجريruns بِهاwith it قَلَميmy pen الضَعيفُthe feeble وَيَلحَقُand catches up
يَجري بِها قَلَمي الضَعيفُ وَيَلحَقُ
You two left me no remnant in the poems of praise
You left me no bonus in praise
With which my feeble pen could run and catch up.
For my weak pen to flow and catch up
نَفسيmy soul عَلىin شَوقٍlonging لِمَدحِto praise أَميرِهاits prince
نَفسي عَلى شَوقٍ لِمَدحِ أَميرِها
وَيَراعَتيand my reed pen بَينَbetween الأَنامِلِthe fingertips أَشوَقُmore eager
وَيَراعَتي بَينَ الأَنامِلِ أَشوَقُ
My soul yearns to praise its prince,
My soul longing to praise its prince
And my reed pen, between my fingertips, yearns still more.
And my caution among people to yearn
ماذاwhat أَقولُI say وَأَنتُماand you two فيin مَدحِهِpraising him
ماذا أَقولُ وَأَنتُما في مَدحِهِ
بَحرانِtwo seas باتَhas come to be كِلاهُماboth of them يَتَدَفَّقُpouring forth
بَحرانِ باتَ كِلاهُما يَتَدَفَّقُ
What can I say, when you two, in praising him,
What can I say while you both regarding his praise
Are two seas, both now pouring forth?
Are two seas both flowing
العَجزُinability أَقعَدَنيkept me seated وَإِنَّand indeed عَزائِميmy resolves
العَجزُ أَقعَدَني وَإِنَّ عَزائِمي
لَولاكُماbut for you two فَوقَabove السِماكِal-Simak تُحَلِّقُsoar
لَولاكُما فَوقَ السِماكِ تُحَلِّقُ
Inability has kept me seated, though my ambitions,
Incapacity made me sit while my resolves
But for you two, would soar above al-Simak.
Were it not for you, above the sky they fly
فَليَهنَئِso may he rejoice العَبّاسُAbbas أَنَّthat بِكَفِّهِin his hand
فَليَهنَئِ العَبّاسُ أَنَّ بِكَفِّهِ
عَلَمَينِtwo banners هَزَّهُماset them both waving الوَلاءُloyalty المُطلَقُabsolute
عَلَمَينِ هَزَّهُما الوَلاءُ المُطلَقُ
So may Abbas rejoice that in his hand
So alas for Abbas that in his grip
Are two banners set waving by absolute loyalty.
Are two flags shaken by absolute loyalty
وَليَبقَand may he remain ذُخراًa treasure لِلبِلادِfor the country وَأَهلِهاand its people
وَليَبقَ ذُخراً لِلبِلادِ وَأَهلِها
يَعفوhe pardons وَيَرحَمُand shows mercy مَنwhomever يَشاءُhe wills وَيُعتِقُand sets free
يَعفو وَيَرحَمُ مَن يَشاءُ وَيُعتِقُ
And may he remain a treasure for the country and its people,
And let him remain a treasure for the country and its people
Pardoning, showing mercy to whom he wills, and granting freedom.
Forgiving and having mercy on whom he wishes and pardoning
عَبّاسُAbbas وَالعيدُand the feast الكَبيرُthe great كِلاهُماboth of them
عَبّاسُ وَالعيدُ الكَبيرُ كِلاهُما
مُتَأَلِّقٌradiant بِإِزائِهِopposite him مُتَأَلِّقُradiant
مُتَأَلِّقٌ بِإِزائِهِ مُتَأَلِّقُ
Abbas and the Great Feast—each of them
Abbas and Eid are both splendid
Shines, with a shining counterpart facing him.
Dazzlingly splendid each by the other's side
هَذاthis one لَهُfor him تَجريflows الدِماءُthe blood وَذاand that one لَهُfor him
هَذا لَهُ تَجري الدِماءُ وَذا لَهُ
تَجريflow القَرائِحُpoetic gifts بِالمَديحِwith praise وَتُعنِقُand hasten
تَجري القَرائِحُ بِالمَديحِ وَتُعنِقُ
For this one blood flows, and for that one
This one blood flows for him and that one
Poetic gifts flow in praise and race ahead.
Praises flow for him and embrace
صَدَقَspoke truly الَّذيthe one who قَدindeed قالَsaid فيهِabout him وَحَسبُهُand sufficient for him
صَدَقَ الَّذي قَد قالَ فيهِ وَحَسبُهُ
أَنَّthat الزَمانَtime لِماof what يَقولُhe says مُصَدِّقُis confirming
أَنَّ الزَمانَ لِما يَقولُ مُصَدِّقُ
He spoke truly who spoke of him; it is enough for him
Truthful is he who said about him, and it suffices
That time confirms what he says:
That time confirms what he says
لَكَyours is مِصرُEgypt ماضيهاits past وَحاضِرُهاand its present مَعاًtogether
لَكَ مِصرُ ماضيها وَحاضِرُها مَعاً
وَلَكَand yours is الغَدُtomorrow المُتَحَتِّمُthe inevitable المُتَحَقِّقُthe assured
وَلَكَ الغَدُ المُتَحَتِّمُ المُتَحَقِّقُ
Egypt is yours—its past and present together,
Yours are Egypt's past and present together
And yours is the inevitable, assured tomorrow.
And yours is the destined necessary future