عَجِبتُI marveled أَنthat جَعَلواthey set aside يَوماًa day لِذِكراكاfor your remembrance
عَجِبتُ أَن جَعَلوا يَوماً لِذِكراكا
كَأَنَّناas though we قَدhad نَسيناwe forgot يَومَthe day of مَنعاكاthe announcement of your death
كَأَنَّنا قَد نَسينا يَومَ مَنعاكا
I marvel that they set aside a day to remember you,
as though we had forgotten the day your death was announced.
إِذاif ever سَلَتhas forgotten ياO أَباfather of شاديShadi مُطَوَّقَةٌa ring-necked dove
إِذا سَلَت يا أَبا شادي مُطَوَّقَةٌ
ذِكرَthe memory of الهَديلِcooing فَثِقthen be sure أَنّاthat we سَلَوناكاwe have forgotten you
ذِكرَ الهَديلِ فَثِق أَنّا سَلَوناكا
If ever, Abu Shadi, a ringdove loses
the memory of cooing, be sure that we have forgotten you.
فيin مُهجَةِthe heart of النيلِthe Nile وَالواديand the valley وَساكِنِهِand its dwellers
في مُهجَةِ النيلِ وَالوادي وَساكِنِهِ
رَجعٌan echo لِصَوتِكَof your voice مَوصولٌlinked بِذِكراكاto your memory
رَجعٌ لِصَوتِكَ مَوصولٌ بِذِكراكا
In the heart of the Nile, the valley, and its dwellers,
is an echo of your voice, bound to your memory.
قَدindeed عِشتَyou lived فيناamong us نَميراًas pure water طابَwas sweet مَورِدُهُits source
قَد عِشتَ فينا نَميراً طابَ مَورِدُهُ
أَسمىthe loftiest سَجاياvirtues of الفَتىa young man أَدنىthe least of سَجاياكاyour virtues
أَسمى سَجايا الفَتى أَدنى سَجاياكا
You lived among us, pure water from a sweet source;
the loftiest virtues of a young man are the least of yours.
فَماfor no كَأولاكَlike your earthly life فيin بِرٍّgoodness وَفيand in كَرَمٍgenerosity
فَما كَأولاكَ في بِرٍّ وَفي كَرَمٍ
أولىthe earthly life of كَريمٍa noble man وَلاnor عُقبىan afterlife كَعُقباكاlike your afterlife
أولى كَريمٍ وَلا عُقبى كَعُقباكا
For no earthly life matches yours in goodness and generosity—
no noble man's—nor does any afterlife match yours.
قَضِيَّةُthe cause of الوَطَنِthe homeland المَغبونِthe wronged قَدindeed مَلَأَتfilled
قَضِيَّةُ الوَطَنِ المَغبونِ قَد مَلَأَت
أَنحاءَevery corner of نَفسِكَyour soul شُغلاًabsorbing you عَنaway from قَضاياكاyour own affairs
أَنحاءَ نَفسِكَ شُغلاً عَن قَضاياكا
The cause of the wronged homeland filled
every corner of your soul, keeping you from your own affairs.
أَبلَيتَyou strove فيهاin it بَلاءَwith the exertion of المُخلِصينَthose devoted لَهاto it
أَبلَيتَ فيها بَلاءَ المُخلِصينَ لَها
وَكانَand was سَهمُكَyour arrow أَنّىhowever رِشتَyou feathered it فَتّاكاdeadly
وَكانَ سَهمُكَ أَنّى رِشتَ فَتّاكا
You strove for it as those devoted to it strive,
and your arrow was deadly, however you feathered it.
أَجمَلتَyou summed up ماwhat فَصَّلوهُthey detailed it فيin قَصائِدِهِمtheir poems
أَجمَلتَ ما فَصَّلوهُ في قَصائِدِهِم
حَتّىuntil لَقَدindeed نَضَّرواthey made flourish بِالحَمدِwith praise مَثواكاyour resting place
حَتّى لَقَد نَضَّروا بِالحَمدِ مَثواكا
You summed up in yourself what they detailed in their poems,
till with their praise they made your resting place bloom.
لَمdid not يُبقِleave ليfor me قَيدَthe measure of شِبرٍa handspan صاحِبايَmy two companions وَلَمnor did
لَم يُبقِ لي قَيدَ شِبرٍ صاحِبايَ وَلَم
يَفسَحmake room لِيَfor me القَولَspeech لاneither هَذاthis one وَلاnor ذاكاthat one
يَفسَح لِيَ القَولَ لا هَذا وَلا ذاكا
My two companions left me not a handspan, nor
did either this one or that leave me room to speak.
ياO مُدمِنَone constant in الذِكرِremembrance of God وَالتَسبيحِand glorification مُحتَسِباًseeking God's reward
يا مُدمِنَ الذِكرِ وَالتَسبيحِ مُحتَسِباً
هاbehold أَنتَyou فيin الخُلدِeternity قَدindeed جاوَرتَyou have come to dwell beside مَولاكاyour Lord
ها أَنتَ في الخُلدِ قَد جاوَرتَ مَولاكا
O you constant in remembrance and glorification, seeking God's reward,
behold, in eternity you have come to dwell beside your Lord.
لَوif لَمdid not يَكُنexist لَكَfor you فيin دُنياكَyour earthly life مَفخَرَةٌa source of pride
لَو لَم يَكُن لَكَ في دُنياكَ مَفخَرَةٌ
سِوىexcept زَكِيٍّZaki لَقَدsurely جَمَّلتَyou adorned دُنياكاyour world
سِوى زَكِيٍّ لَقَد جَمَّلتَ دُنياكا
Had you no source of pride in your earthly life
but Zaki, you would still have adorned your world.
Translation model: Sol 6.1