ماnot كُفْرُingratitude for نُعْماكَyour bounty منpart of شأْنيmy nature فَيَثْنِينيand thus turn me away
ما كُفْرُ نُعْماكَ من شأْني فَيَثْنِيني
عَمَّنْfrom one who توالىrallied لنصرِto support الملكِkingship والدّينِand faith
عَمَّنْ توالى لنصرِ الملكِ والدّينِ
It is not my way to deny your bounty and so turn away
Your blessings veil no ingratitude of mine
from him who rallied to uphold kingship and faith.
That I should turn from one whose rule and faith sustain me;
ولاnor ثنائيmy praise وشُكريand my thanks بالوفاءِin repayment بماfor what
ولا ثنائي وشُكري بالوفاءِ بما
أولَيْتَنيyou bestowed on me دونَwithout بذْلِgiving النفسِthe soul يكفينيsuffices me
أولَيْتَني دونَ بذْلِ النفسِ يكفيني
Nor are my praise and thanks, in repayment for what
I have no praise or thanks for loyalty
you have bestowed on me, enough for me without giving my life.
Less than my life, which you vouchsafe to me.
حَقٌّa duty علىupon النَّفْسِthe soul أنto تَبْلىwear itself out ولوand even if فَنِيتْit perishes
حَقٌّ على النَّفْسِ أن تَبْلى ولو فَنِيتْ
فيin شكرِthanks for أيسرِthe least of ماwhat أضحيتَyou have come to تُولينيbestow on me
في شكرِ أيسرِ ما أضحيتَ تُوليني
It is the soul's duty to wear itself out, even if it perishes,
My life is duty-bound to you, though death should come;
in thanks for the least of what you now bestow on me.
How render thanks for gifts so small you've given me?
هاbehold إنَّهاit is indeed نعمةٌa blessing ماnot زالَceased كوكَبُهاits star
ها إنَّها نعمةٌ ما زالَ كوكَبُها
إليكَto you فيthrough ظُلُماتِthe darknesses of الخطبِcalamity يَهْدِينيguides me
إليكَ في ظُلُماتِ الخطبِ يَهْدِيني
Behold, it is a blessing whose star has never ceased
Still it shines on, that favour whose fair star
to guide me to you through the darkness of calamity.
Leads me through glooms of hazard happily.
تَبْأَىglories بجوهَرِin a jewel of وُدٍّaffection غيرِnot مُبْتذَلٍcheapened
تَبْأَى بجوهَرِ وُدٍّ غيرِ مُبْتذَلٍ
عِنديin my keeping وجوهرِand a jewel of حَمْدٍpraise غيرِnot مكنونِconcealed
عِندي وجوهرِ حَمْدٍ غيرِ مكنونِ
It glories in a jewel of affection never cheapened
Free from all taint of vulgar ostentation
in my keeping, and a jewel of praise never concealed.
Stands my devotion and its praise of you concealed,
وحبذاand how welcome النأيdistance عنfrom أهليmy family وعنand from وطنيmy homeland
وحبذا النأي عن أهلي وعن وطني
منacross كلevery برland وبحرand sea منكto you يُدنينيdraws me near
من كل بر وبحر منك يُدنيني
And how welcome is distance from my family and homeland,
Far from my people and my native land,
across every land and sea that draws me near to you.
By your grace severed from both land and sea;
وموقفٍand a scene للنَّوىof separation أغلَيْتُI made costly مُتَّأَدِيmy lingering
وموقفٍ للنَّوى أغلَيْتُ مُتَّأَدِي
فيهthere وأرخَصْتُand I cheapened دمعَthe tears of الأَعينِeyes العِينِlarge
فيه وأرخَصْتُ دمعَ الأَعينِ العِينِ
And many a scene of parting: I made my lingering costly
On such a course have I embarked and spent
there, and made the tears of large eyes cheap,
My streaming tears, disdained all pity for these eyes;
منfrom كلِّevery نافِرةٍshy woman ذَلَّتْyielded لِقَودِto the leading of يَدِيmy hand
من كلِّ نافِرةٍ ذَلَّتْ لِقَودِ يَدِي
فيin ثِنْيthe folds of ماwhat يَدُكَyour hand العلياءُexalted تَحْبُونيbestows on me
في ثِنْي ما يَدُكَ العلياءُ تَحْبُوني
from every shy woman who yielded to my guiding hand,
I bow them down before your conquering hands,
among the gifts your exalted hand bestows on me.
As you exalt me and delight in me.
والحِذْرُand dread يخفقُflutters فيin أحشاءِthe inner parts of والهةٍa distraught woman
والحِذْرُ يخفقُ في أحشاءِ والهةٍ
تُرَدِّدُechoes الشَجوَsorrow فيin أحشاءِthe inner parts of مَحزونِa grieving man
تُرَدِّدُ الشَجوَ في أحشاءِ مَحزونِ
And dread flutters in a distraught woman's breast,
Alarmed, my heart throbs in a withering passion
as she echoes sorrow in a grieving man's breast.
That sighing spreads its thrall and heaves tumultuously;
أجاهِدُI struggle for الصَّبْرَpatience عنهاaway from her وَهيَwhile she غافِلةٌis unaware
أجاهِدُ الصَّبْرَ عنها وَهيَ غافِلةٌ
عنof لَوْعَةٍa burning ache فيin الحشاthe breast منهاfrom her تُناجِينيwhispers to me
عن لَوْعَةٍ في الحشا منها تُناجِيني
I struggle to bear her absence, while she is unaware
I curb my grief while she is all unheeding,
of a burning ache from her within my breast that whispers to me.
Though from her eyes a furtive glance reproaches me.
ياO هَذِهِyou, woman كيفَhow أُعْطِيI give الشَّوقَlonging طاعَتَهُobedience to it
يا هَذِهِ كيفَ أُعْطِي الشَّوقَ طاعَتَهُ
وهذهِwhile this طاعَةُobedience to المَنصُورِal-Mansur تَدْعُونيcalls me
وهذهِ طاعَةُ المَنصُورِ تَدْعُوني
O woman, how can I give longing its due obedience,
‘How yield,’ I cry, ‘my passion its desire
when this duty of obedience to al-Mansur calls me?
While Mansur's will commands me otherwise?’
شُدِيّfasten! عَلَيَّupon me نِجادَthe baldric of السيفِthe sword أجْعَلُهُI shall make it
شُدِيّ عَلَيَّ نِجادَ السيفِ أجْعَلُهُ
ضجيعَthe bedfellow of جنبٍa side نباrecoiled عنfrom مَضْجَعِthe bed of الهُونِhumiliation
ضجيعَ جنبٍ نبا عن مَضْجَعِ الهُونِ
Bind the sword's baldric upon me; I shall make it
The swords of duty fight against my side;
a bedfellow to a side that shuns the bed of humiliation.
I make their keen edge press my ribs that scorn repose,
رَضِيتُI accepted منهاin exchange for her وشيكَimminent الشَّوقِlonging ليfor me عِوَضاًas recompense
رَضِيتُ منها وشيكَ الشَّوقِ لي عِوَضاً
وقُلْتُand I said فيهاconcerning her للَوْعاتِto the pangs of الأسىsorrow بِينيdepart!
وقُلْتُ فيها للَوْعاتِ الأسى بِيني
I accepted imminent longing as my recompense for her,
Accept her coquetry's long torment for my solace,
and told the pangs of sorrow over her: 'Be gone!'
And cry to my sad eyes, ‘Weep on, weep on!’
فإنso if تَشُجَّgash تباريحُthe torments of الهوىlove كَبِدِيmy liver
فإن تَشُجَّ تباريحُ الهوى كَبِدِي
فقدthen indeed تَعَوَّضتُI have gained instead قُرْباًnearness منكَto you يأْسُرنيtakes me captive
فقد تَعَوَّضتُ قُرْباً منكَ يأْسُرني
So if the torments of love gash my liver,
Should the Beloved's shafts now piece my liver,
I have gained instead a closeness to you that takes me captive.
Her favour compensates me, captive to its force;
وإنand if يُمِتْkills موقفُthe scene of التوديعِfarewell مُصْطَبَرِيmy endurance
وإن يُمِتْ موقفُ التوديعِ مُصْطَبَرِي
فَأَحْرِthen how fitting ليfor me بدُنُوٍّis a nearness منكto you يُحْيِيِنيrevives me
فَأَحْرِ لي بدُنُوٍّ منك يُحْيِيِني
And if the scene of farewell kills my endurance,
Should her farewell now slay my patience utterly,
then how fitting for me is a nearness to you that revives me!
Approach me then again: your nearness is my life.
أوor أفْرَطَexceeded measure الحَظُّthe share منof نُعماكَyour bounty منقلَبٌone returning
أو أفْرَطَ الحَظُّ من نُعماكَ منقلَبٌ
منof الوفاءِloyalty بحَظٍّwith a share فيكَtoward you مغْبونِshortchanged
من الوفاءِ بحَظٍّ فيكَ مغْبونِ
Or, though my share of your bounty overflows, should I return
Does Fortune deny me all your gifts? Then I
with my share of loyalty toward you falling short,
Reproach my portion's lack of bounty in your hand;
وخازنٌand one withholding عنكَfrom you نفِسيmy life فيin هواجِرهاits scorching noons
وخازنٌ عنكَ نفِسي في هواجِرها
وليسand is not جُودُكَyour generosity عنfrom كَفِّيmy palm بمخزونِwithheld
وليس جُودُكَ عن كَفِّي بمخزونِ
and withhold my life from you in its scorching noons,
I pledge to you myself whene'er she frowns on me;
when your generosity is not withheld from my palm?
Your generosity exceeds no bound that I have known.
وأيُّand what ظِلٍّshade سوىother than نعماكَyour bounty يُلْحِفُنيenfolds me
وأيُّ ظِلٍّ سوى نعماكَ يُلْحِفُني
أوor وِردِa draught of ماءwater سوىother than جدواكَyour beneficence يُرْوِينيquenches my thirst
أو وِردِ ماء سوى جدواكَ يُرْوِيني
And what shade but your bounty can enfold me,
What shade but yours should cloak me? At whose fount
or what draught of water but your beneficence can quench my thirst?
Should I find draughts except your spring to cool my thirst?
وحاشَand far be it للخيلِfor horses أنthat تُزْهىthey boast عَلَيَّover me بهاof it
وحاشَ للخيلِ أن تُزْهى عَلَيَّ بها
والبِيضِand white swords والسُّمْرِand brown spears أنthat تَحظىenjoy a share بهاof it دُونيto my exclusion
والبِيضِ والسُّمْرِ أن تَحظى بها دُوني
And far be it that horses should boast of it over me,
Far from me be the steeds that others prize
or white swords and brown spears should enjoy it to my exclusion.
If I am barred the dapple greys and bays you own!
ورُبَّماand often كنتُI have been أمضىmore resolute فيamid مكارِهِهاits hardships
ورُبَّما كنتُ أمضى في مكارِهِها
قدماًforward وأثْبَتَand firmer فيamid أهوالِهاits terrors الجُونِblack
قدماً وأثْبَتَ في أهوالِها الجُونِ
And often I have been more resolute amid its hardships,
Full oft I take the rough part of those rides,
in pressing forward, and firmer amid its black terrors,
Firm in their turmoil, plunged in their depths of woe,
منthan كلِّevery أبيضَwhite blade ماضيkeen الَغربِthe cutting edge ذيpossessing شطبٍgrooves
من كلِّ أبيضَ ماضي الَغربِ ذي شطبٍ
وكلِّand every لَدْنٍsupple spear طريرsmooth الخدthe cheek مسنونِsharpened
وكلِّ لَدْنٍ طرير الخد مسنونِ
than every white blade, keen of edge and marked with grooves,
Spurning each smooth-paced whitening steed, each one
and every supple spear, smooth-cheeked and sharpened.
Of delicate cheek whose harnessed finery gleams.
كذاكthus شأويmy reach مُفدَّىًone to be ransomed فيin رضاكyour favor إذاwhen
كذاك شأوي مُفدَّىً في رضاك إذا
سَعَيْتُI strive فيهِfor it فلاthen no ساعٍstriver يُبارِينيmatches me
سَعَيْتُ فيهِ فلا ساعٍ يُبارِيني
Such is my reach in seeking your favor, O you I would ransom: when
Just so, self-sacrificed, is my content in you
I strive for it, no striver can match me.
If I devote myself. None strives as fiercely as I.
لكنbut سهامٌarrows منfrom الأقدارِfate ماnot بَرِحَتْceased
لكن سهامٌ من الأقدارِ ما بَرِحَتْ
علىat مَراصِدِthe ambush-posts of ذاكthat الماءwater تَرْمينيshoot at me
على مَراصِدِ ذاك الماء تَرْميني
But arrows from fate have never ceased
But shafts of destiny cease not to seek me out
to shoot at me from the ambush-posts by that water.
And shed their arrows on my watering-place;
يَحْمِلنَthey bear للرَّوْعِto strike terror أُسداًlions فيamong فوارِسِهاtheir horsemen
يَحْمِلنَ للرَّوْعِ أُسداً في فوارِسِها
تَمْدُّextend للطَّعْنِfor thrusting أمثالَthe likes of الثَّعابِينِserpents
تَمْدُّ للطَّعْنِ أمثالَ الثَّعابِينِ
They bear, to strike terror, lions in the guise of their horsemen,
Charging, they drive the lion 'midst his riders' ranks,
who extend the likes of serpents for the thrust.
And stretch their long necks like the snakes.
والبِيضُand white swords تحتbeneath ظِلالِthe shadows of النَّقْعِdust لامعَةٌgleaming
والبِيضُ تحت ظِلالِ النَّقْعِ لامعَةٌ
تَغَلغُلَthe threading of الماءwater فيthrough ظِلِّthe shade of الرَّياحِينِfragrant herbs
تَغَلغُلَ الماء في ظِلِّ الرَّياحِينِ
And the white swords gleam beneath the shadows of dust,
The white steeds flow beneath their banners' shade
like water threading through the shade of fragrant herbs,
And plunge through the water amid the willow trees,
حتَّىuntil يَجُوزواthey traverse لكَfor you الأرضthe land التيwhich اعترفتْacknowledged
حتَّى يَجُوزوا لكَ الأرض التي اعترفتْ
بمُلكِthe rule of آبائكَyour forefathers الشُّمِّlofty العَرانِينَnoses
بمُلكِ آبائكَ الشُّمِّ العَرانِينَ
until they traverse for you the land that has acknowledged
Until they yield you back your land, whose ancient kings
the rule of your proud, high-nosed forefathers,
Acknowledged your fathers' sovereignty.
حيثُwhere اسْتَبَوْاthey took captive فارِساًPersia والرُّومand Rome واعْتَورُواand took turns
حيثُ اسْتَبَوْا فارِساً والرُّوم واعْتَورُوا
رِقَّenslavement الأساوِرِthe cavalry nobles منهمamong them والدَّهاقِينِand landed lords
رِقَّ الأساوِرِ منهم والدَّهاقِينِ
where they took Persia and Rome captive and took turns
There they cast down a horseman, and the Greeks flowed past;
enslaving the cavalry nobles and landed lords among them.
They stripped the bracelets and the jacinths from their arms.