صُرُوفُthe vicissitudes of الْمَناياdeaths لَيْسَdoes not يُودِيperish قَتِيلُهاtheir victim
صُرُوفُ الْمَنايا لَيْسَ يُودِي قَتِيلُها
وَدارُand the abode of الرَّزاياcalamities لاnot يَصِحُّrecovers عَلِيلُهاits ailing one
وَدارُ الرَّزايا لا يَصِحُّ عَلِيلُها
Death's vicissitudes—their victim does not perish;
And the abode of calamities—its ailing one never recovers.
مَنِيتُI was afflicted بِهاwith it مُسْتَكْرَهاًagainst my will فَاجْتويْتُهاso I loathed it
مَنِيتُ بِها مُسْتَكْرَهاً فَاجْتويْتُها
كَماas يَجْتَوِيloathes دارَthe abode of الْهَوانِhumiliation نَزِيلُهاits lodger
كَما يَجْتَوِي دارَ الْهَوانِ نَزِيلُها
I was afflicted with it unwillingly, so I loathed it,
As a lodger loathes the abode of humiliation.
يُشَهِّيmakes desirable إِلَيَّto me الْمَوْتَdeath عِلْمِيmy knowledge بِأَمْرِهاof its condition
يُشَهِّي إِلَيَّ الْمَوْتَ عِلْمِي بِأَمْرِها
وَرُبَّand many a حَياةٍlife لاnot يَسُرُّكَpleases you طُولُهاits length
وَرُبَّ حَياةٍ لا يَسُرُّكَ طُولُها
My knowledge of its condition makes death desirable to me;
And many a life's length brings you no joy.
وَأَكْدَرُand most clouded ماwhen كانَتْwas حَياةُthe life of نُفُوسِهاits souls
وَأَكْدَرُ ما كانَتْ حَياةُ نُفُوسِها
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle صَفَتْbecome clear أَذْهانُهاtheir minds وَعُقُولُهاand their intellects
إِذا ما صَفَتْ أَذْهانُها وَعُقُولُها
And life for its souls is at its murkiest
When their minds and intellects become clear.
وَمَنْand who ذاthat one الّذِيwho يَحْلُوis sweet لهُto him الْعَيْشُlife بَعْدَماafter
وَمَنْ ذا الّذِي يَحْلُو لهُ الْعَيْشُ بَعْدَما
رَأَتْhas seen كُلُّevery نَفْسٍsoul أَنَّthat هذاthis سَبِيلُهاits path
رَأَتْ كُلُّ نَفْسٍ أَنَّ هذا سَبِيلُها
And who is there to whom life is sweet after
Every soul has seen that this is its path?
أَقِمْestablish مَأْتَماًa mourning assembly قَدْindeed أُثْكِلَhas been bereaved of الْفَضْلُvirtue أَهْلَهُits people
أَقِمْ مَأْتَماً قَدْ أُثْكِلَ الْفَضْلُ أَهْلَهُ
وَبَكّand lament الْمَعالِيlofty virtues قَدْindeed أَجَدَّhas become earnest رَحِيلُهاtheir departure
وَبَكّ الْمَعالِي قَدْ أَجَدَّ رَحِيلُها
Hold a mourning assembly: virtue has been bereaved of its people,
And lament lofty virtues: their departure is now in earnest.
إِذاwhen أَنْتَyou كَلَّفْتَcharge المَدامِعَtearful eyes حَمْلَwith bearing ماwhatever
إِذا أَنْتَ كَلَّفْتَ المَدامِعَ حَمْلَ ما
عَناكَhas burdened you مِنَof الأَحْزانِsorrows خَفَّgrows light ثَقِيلُهاtheir heavy burden
عَناكَ مِنَ الأَحْزانِ خَفَّ ثَقِيلُها
When you charge your tearful eyes to bear whatever
Sorrows have burdened you, their weight grows light.
وَياand O باكِيَmourner of الْعلْياءِloftiness دُونَكَtake for yourself عَبْرَةًa tear
وَيا باكِيَ الْعلْياءِ دُونَكَ عَبْرَةً
مَلِيّاًfully able بِإِسْعادِto aid in mourning الْخَلِيلِthe friend هُمُولهاits streaming
مَلِيّاً بِإِسْعادِ الْخَلِيلِ هُمُولها
And O mourner of loftiness, take a tear,
Its streaming well able to join a friend in grief;
وَمُهْجَةَand the heart of مَحْزُونٍa grieving man تَخَوَّنَهاhas worn it away الضَّناwasting sickness
وَمُهْجَةَ مَحْزُونٍ تَخَوَّنَها الضَّنا
فَلَمْso did not يَبْقَremain إِلاّexcept وَجْدُهاits anguish وَغَلِيلُهاand its burning thirst
فَلَمْ يَبْقَ إِلاّ وَجْدُها وَغَلِيلُها
And the heart of a grieving man, worn away by wasting sickness,
Till nothing remained but its anguish and burning thirst.
ألاbehold بِالتُّقىwith piety وَالصّالِحاتِand righteous deeds مُفارِقٌone departed
ألا بِالتُّقى وَالصّالِحاتِ مُفارِقٌ
طَوِيلٌlong-lasting عَلَيْهِover him بَثُّهاits anguish وَعَوِيلُهاand its wailing
طَوِيلٌ عَلَيْهِ بَثُّها وَعَوِيلُها
Behold, one departed with piety and righteous deeds,
For whom this heart's grief and wailing will long endure.
أَصابَstruck الرَّدىdeath نَفْساًa soul عَزِيزاًgrievous مُصابُهاher loss
أَصابَ الرَّدى نَفْساً عَزِيزاً مُصابُها
كَرِيماًnoble سَجاياهاher character قَلِيلاًfew شُكُولُهاher equals
كَرِيماً سَجاياها قَلِيلاً شُكُولُها
Death struck a soul whose loss is grievous,
Noble in character, with few equals.
فَأَقْسَمْتُso I swore ماnot رامَتْsought مَنِيعَimpregnable حِجابِهاher veil الْthe
فَأَقْسَمْتُ ما رامَتْ مَنِيعَ حِجابِها الْ
مَنُونُdeath وَفيwhile among غَيْرِother than الْكِرامِthe noble ذُحُولُهاits vendettas
مَنُونُ وَفي غَيْرِ الْكِرامِ ذُحُولُها
So I swore: her impregnable veil was never assailed by
Death while its vendettas lay among any but the noble.
وَماand not زالَhas ceased ثَأْرُthe vengeance of الدَّهْرِtime عِنْدَwith مَعاشِرٍclans
وَما زالَ ثَأْرُ الدَّهْرِ عِنْدَ مَعاشِرٍ
يَشِيمُscans for rain in النَّدىgenerosity أيْمانَهُمْtheir right hands وَيُخِيلُهاand deems them rain-bearing
يَشِيمُ النَّدى أيْمانَهُمْ وَيُخِيلُها
And time's blood-feud has ever lain against clans
Whose right hands generosity scans for rain and deems rain-bearing.
فَمَنْso whoever يَكُmay be مَدْفُوعاًbarred عَنِfrom الْمَجْدِglory قُوْمُهُhis people
فَمَنْ يَكُ مَدْفُوعاً عَنِ الْمَجْدِ قُوْمُهُ
فَإِنَّthen indeed قَبِيلَthe clan of الْمَكْرُماتِnoble deeds قَبِيلُهاher clan
فَإِنَّ قَبِيلَ الْمَكْرُماتِ قَبِيلُها
If others' people are barred from glory,
Her clan is the clan of noble deeds.
وَمَنْand whoever يَكُmay be مَنْسِيَّforgotten for الْفِعالِdeeds فَإِنَّهُthen indeed it
وَمَنْ يَكُ مَنْسِيَّ الْفِعالِ فَإِنَّهُ
مَدىthroughout الدَّهْرِtime بِالذِّكْرِwith remembrance الْجَمِيلِfair كَفِيلُهاher guarantor
مَدى الدَّهْرِ بِالذِّكْرِ الْجَمِيلِ كَفِيلُها
And though others' deeds be forgotten, hers
Guarantee her fair remembrance for all time.
يَطِيبُis sweet بِقَدْرِin proportion to الْفائِحاتِthe fragrant blooms نَسِيمُهاtheir breeze
يَطِيبُ بِقَدْرِ الْفائِحاتِ نَسِيمُها
وَتَزْكُوand flourish الْفُرُوعُthe branches الطَّيِّباتُgood أُصُولُهاtheir roots
وَتَزْكُو الْفُرُوعُ الطَّيِّباتُ أُصُولُها
The sweetness of fragrant blossoms is matched by their breeze,
And branches flourish when their roots are good.
سَحابَةُa cloud of بِرٍّkindness آنَhas come due مِنْهاfrom it انْقِشاعُهاits dispersal
سَحابَةُ بِرٍّ آنَ مِنْها انْقِشاعُها
وَأَيْكَةُand a grove of مَجْدٍglory حانَhas come due مِنْهاfrom it ذُبُولُهاits withering
وَأَيْكَةُ مَجْدٍ حانَ مِنْها ذُبُولُها
A cloud of kindness whose time to disperse has come,
And a grove of glory whose time to wither has arrived.
أَوَدُّI wish لَهاfor her سُقْياthe watering of الْغَمامِthe clouds وَلَوْand if أَشاI wish
أَوَدُّ لَها سُقْيا الْغَمامِ وَلَوْ أَشا
إِذاًthen كَشَفتْwould sweep away صَوْبَthe downpour of الْغَمامِthe clouds سُيُولُهاher torrents
إِذاً كَشَفتْ صَوْبَ الْغَمامِ سُيُولُها
I wish for her the clouds' watering; and if I wished,
Then her torrents would overwhelm the clouds' downpour.
وَكَيْفَand how أُحَيِّيcan I greet ساكِنَthe dweller in الْخُلْدِeternal Paradise بِالْحَياwith rain
وَكَيْفَ أُحَيِّي ساكِنَ الْخُلْدِ بِالْحَيا
وَماand not ذُخِرَتْhas been reserved إلاّexcept لَهُfor him سَلْسَبِيلُهاits Salsabil
وَما ذُخِرَتْ إلاّ لَهُ سَلْسَبِيلُها
And how can I greet the dweller in eternal Paradise with rain,
When its Salsabil has been reserved for that soul alone?
سَيشْرُفُwill be exalted فِيin دارِthe abode of الْحِسابِreckoning مَقامُهاher station
سَيشْرُفُ فِي دارِ الْحِسابِ مَقامُها
وَيَبْرُدُand will be cool فِيin ظلِّthe shade of الْجِنانِthe gardens مَقِيلُهاher midday resting place
وَيَبْرُدُ فِي ظلِّ الْجِنانِ مَقِيلُها
Her station in the abode of reckoning will be exalted,
And her midday resting place will be cool in the gardens' shade.
نَلُوذُwe seek refuge بِأَسْبابِin the means of الْعَزاءِconsolation وَإِنَّهُthough indeed it
نَلُوذُ بِأَسْبابِ الْعَزاءِ وَإِنَّهُ
لَيَقْبُحُis surely ugly فِيin حُكْمِthe judgment of الْوَفاءِloyalty جَمِيلُهاtheir beauty
لَيَقْبُحُ فِي حُكْمِ الْوَفاءِ جَمِيلُها
We seek refuge in the means of consolation, yet
Their beauty looks ugly in the judgment of loyalty.
وَهَلْand does يَنْفَعُbenefit الْمَرْزِيَّthe bereaved أَنْthat طالَgrew long عَتْبُهُhis reproach
وَهَلْ يَنْفَعُ الْمَرْزِيَّ أَنْ طالَ عَتْبُهُ
عَلَىagainst الدَّهْرِtime وَالأَيّامُand the days صَعْبٌunruly ذَلُولُهاtheir docile ones
عَلَى الدَّهْرِ وَالأَيّامُ صَعْبٌ ذَلُولُها
And does the bereaved gain by prolonging his reproach
Against time, when even tame days are unruly?
فَلاso let not يَثْلِمَنَّever chip الْحُزْنُgrief قَلْبَكَyour heart بَعْدَهاafter her
فَلا يَثْلِمَنَّ الْحُزْنُ قَلْبَكَ بَعْدَها
فَقِدْماًfor long ago أَبادَdestroyed الْمُرْهَفاتِkeen-edged swords فُلُولُهاtheir nicks
فَقِدْماً أَبادَ الْمُرْهَفاتِ فُلُولُها
So let grief not chip your heart after her passing;
For long ago, keen-edged swords were destroyed by their nicks.
وَماذاand what الَّذِيthat which يَأْتِيbrings بِهِwith it لَكَto you قائلٌa speaker
وَماذا الَّذِي يَأْتِي بِهِ لَكَ قائلٌ
وَأَنْتَwhile you قَؤُولُan eloquent speaker of الْمَكْرُماتِnoble deeds فَعُولُهاtheir tireless doer
وَأَنْتَ قَؤُولُ الْمَكْرُماتِ فَعُولُها
And what can a speaker offer you,
When you speak eloquently of noble deeds and tirelessly perform them?
إِذاwhen ابْنُthe son of عَلِيٍّAli رامَseeks يَوْماًone day بَحِزْمِهِwith his resolve
إِذا ابْنُ عَلِيٍّ رامَ يَوْماً بَحِزْمِهِ
لِقاءَmeeting خُطُوبِthe calamities of الدَّهْرِtime دَقَّbecomes small جَلِيلُهاtheir great ones
لِقاءَ خُطُوبِ الدَّهْرِ دَقَّ جَلِيلُها
When Ibn Ali one day seeks, with his resolve,
To face time's calamities, the great among them shrink.
وَماand not زِلْتَyou have ceased مَمْلُوءًاfilled مِنَwith الْهِمَمِaspirations الَّتيthat
وَما زِلْتَ مَمْلُوءًا مِنَ الْهِمَمِ الَّتي
تُقَصِّرُshorten أَيّامَthe days of الرَّدىdeath وَتُطِيلُهاand lengthen them
تُقَصِّرُ أَيّامَ الرَّدى وَتُطِيلُها
And you have always been filled with aspirations that
Shorten the days of death and lengthen them.
يَنالُreaches مَدىthe extent of الْمَجْدِglory الْبَعِيدِdistant رَذِيُّهاtheir weary ones
يَنالُ مَدى الْمَجْدِ الْبَعِيدِ رَذِيُّها
وَيَقْطَعُand cuts فِيinto حَدِّthe edge of الزَّمانِtime كَلِيلُهاtheir blunt ones
وَيَقْطَعُ فِي حَدِّ الزَّمانِ كَلِيلُها
Even their weary ones reach glory's distant bounds,
And their blunt ones cut through the edge of time.
فَقَدْتَyou suffered loss فَلَمْbut did not تَفْقَدْlose عَزاكَyour fortitude وَإِنَّماand only
فَقَدْتَ فَلَمْ تَفْقَدْ عَزاكَ وَإِنَّما
يُضَيِّعُsquanders مَأْثُورَthe honored traditions of الأُمُورِaffairs جَهُولُهاone ignorant of them
يُضَيِّعُ مَأْثُورَ الأُمُورِ جَهُولُها
You have lost her, but not your fortitude; only
Those ignorant of affairs squander their honored traditions.
عَلَىdespite أَنَّthat مَنْthe one whom فارَقْتَyou parted from بِالأَمْسِyesterday لاnot تَفِيfulfill
عَلَى أَنَّ مَنْ فارَقْتَ بِالأَمْسِ لا تَفِي
بِحَقٍّa due لَهُfor him أغْزارُcopious quantities of دَمْعٍtears تُسِيلُهاyou cause them to flow
بِحَقٍّ لَهُ أغْزارُ دَمْعٍ تُسِيلُها
Yet the one you parted from yesterday is not given
Her full due by the copious tears you shed.
وَماand what عُذْرُهاits excuse أَنْthat لاnot يَشُقَّweigh heavily مُصابُهاher loss
وَما عُذْرُها أَنْ لا يَشُقَّ مُصابُها
عَلَىon الدِّينِreligion وَالدُّنْياand the world وَأَنْتَwhile you سَلِيلُهاher offspring
عَلَى الدِّينِ وَالدُّنْيا وَأَنْتَ سَلِيلُها
And what excuse is there if her loss does not weigh heavily
On religion and the world, when you are her offspring?
Translation model: Sol 6.1