أشكوI complain إلىto اللَّهGod ماwhat قاسيتُI have suffered منfrom رَمَدٍeye inflammation
أشكو إلى اللَّه ما قاسيتُ من رَمَدٍ
مواصلٍlinking كَرْبَthe anguish of آصاليmy late afternoons بأسْحَاريwith my predawn hours
مواصلٍ كَرْبَ آصالي بأسْحَاري
I complain to God of the eye inflammation I have endured,
I complain to God of what I have suffered from chronic
which joins the anguish of my late afternoons to my predawn hours.
conjunctivitis, prolonging the pain of my wakefulness at dawn,
كأنّas though حَشْوَthe insides of جفونيmy eyelids عندat سَوْرَتِهِits flare-up
كأنّ حَشْوَ جفوني عند سَوْرَتِهِ
جيشٌan army منَof النَّملِants فيin جُنحِthe cover of الدُّجىdarkness ساريmarching by night
جيشٌ منَ النَّملِ في جُنحِ الدُّجى ساري
As though the insides of my eyelids, when it flares,
As if the lining of my eyelids at their edges
were an army of ants marching under the cover of darkness.
Were an army of ants marching in the wings of night,
كأنّهas though it للقَذَىbecause of the grit والدمعِand the tears فيin وَحِلٍmud
كأنّه للقَذَى والدمعِ في وَحِلٍ
فَخَلْعُهُso its wrenching free أَرجُلاًlegs مِنهُfrom it بِإِضرارِwith injury
فَخَلْعُهُ أَرجُلاً مِنهُ بِإِضرارِ
As though the grit and tears had mired it in mud,
As if the grit and tears in the muddy hollows
so wrenching its legs free of it inflicts pain.
Were legs plucked from them, injuring me,
كَأَنَّas though أَوجاعَthe pains of قَلبيmy heart منfrom مُطاعَنَةٍmutual stabbing
كَأَنَّ أَوجاعَ قَلبي من مُطاعَنَةٍ
بِالشَّوكِwith thorns ماthe space بَينَbetween أَشفاريmy eyelashes وأَشفاريand my eyelashes
بِالشَّوكِ ما بَينَ أَشفاري وأَشفاري
As though my heart's pains came from thrusts exchanged
As if the pains of my heart from being stabbed
with thorns between my lashes on one lid and the other.
With thorns between my lashes and my lashes
كَأَنَّماas though لُجَّةٌa deep sea فيin العَينِthe eye زاخِرةٌsurging
كَأَنَّما لُجَّةٌ في العَينِ زاخِرةٌ
تَرميpelts سَواحِلَthe shores of جَفنَيهاits two eyelids بِعُوّارِwith stinging grit
تَرمي سَواحِلَ جَفنَيها بِعُوّارِ
As though a surging sea were within the eye,
Were a swelling in the eye overflowing
pelting the shores of its two eyelids with stinging grit.
With its shores casting sparks upon my lids,
تُفَجِّرُmakes gush الماءَthe water مِنهاfrom it كُلَّماwhenever وَضَعَتْit lays
تُفَجِّرُ الماءَ مِنها كُلَّما وَضَعَتْ
لِهَجعَةٍfor a brief sleep مِنهُماfrom the two of them ناراًa fire علىupon نارِa fire
لِهَجعَةٍ مِنهُما ناراً على نارِ
It sends water gushing from the eye whenever it lays,
Gushing water from them each time a slumber
for a brief sleep, one lid's fire upon the other's.
Laid upon them a fire upon fire,
كمhow many ليلةٍa night بتُّI spent the night صفراًdevoid منof كرايَmy sleep بهاduring it
كم ليلةٍ بتُّ صفراً من كرايَ بها
ومنand of مَخيلةِa sign of صُبْحٍdawn ذاتِpossessing إسفارِbrightness
ومن مَخيلةِ صُبْحٍ ذاتِ إسفارِ
How many a night I passed utterly bereft of sleep,
How many a night have I spent yellow from the misery of it
and of any sign of dawn breaking bright,
And from imagining a dawn of journeys,
إذwhen باتَspent the night جفنيmy eyelid رضيعَa milk-brother of ابنيmy son يقاسمُهُsharing with him
إذ باتَ جفني رضيعَ ابني يقاسمُهُ
لُبانَthe milk of أسحَمَa pitch-black one يَغذوهُfeeding it بِمِقدارِin measured portions
لُبانَ أسحَمَ يَغذوهُ بِمِقدارِ
when my eyelid spent the night as my son's milk-brother, sharing with him
While my eyelids kept the sleep of my little son Qasim
the milk of a pitch-black night that fed it in measured portions.
Who wet-nurses nourished with just enough milk
فيin حَلْقَةٍa ring مِنof ظَلامٍdarkness لاnot تَرىyou see طَرَفاًa sliver
في حَلْقَةٍ مِن ظَلامٍ لا تَرى طَرَفاً
يَبدوappearing بهاin it منof سَناthe radiance of صُبْحٍdawn لأَبصارِto the eyes
يَبدو بها من سَنا صُبْحٍ لأَبصارِ
In a ring of darkness, you see no sliver
In a circle of darkness where no edge can be seen
of dawn's radiance emerging there before the eyes.
In which gleams from the teeth of dawn appear,
كَأَنَّماas though الشَّرقُthe East دِهْقَانٌa merchant يَرىsees غَبناًa loss in trade
كَأَنَّما الشَّرقُ دِهْقَانٌ يَرى غَبناً
فيin دَفعِهِhis giving up مِنهُماof the two of them الكافورَcamphor بِالقارِfor pitch
في دَفعِهِ مِنهُما الكافورَ بِالقارِ
As though the East were a merchant who saw a loss
As if the east were an unjust man who saw wrong
in trading dawn's camphor for night's pitch.
In paying them camphor dissolved in saliva,
كَأَنَّماas though الشَّمسُthe sun قدalready رُدَّتْwas sent back إلىto فَلَكٍa celestial sphere
كَأَنَّما الشَّمسُ قد رُدَّتْ إلى فَلَكٍ
علىabove الخلائقِall creatures ثَبْتٍfixed غيرِnot دَوّارِrevolving
على الخلائقِ ثَبْتٍ غيرِ دَوّارِ
As though the sun had been sent back to a celestial sphere
As if the sun had been returned to a circuit
fixed above all creatures, not revolving.
Above people steady, not revolving,
كَأَنَّماas though اللَّيلُnight ذوpossessing جَهلٍignorance فَلَيسَand so does not يَرَىsee
كَأَنَّما اللَّيلُ ذو جَهلٍ فَلَيسَ يَرَى
فيin exchange for دِرهَمِthe dirham of البَدْرِthe full moon مِنهاfrom it أَخْذَtaking دينارِa dinar
في دِرهَمِ البَدْرِ مِنها أَخْذَ دينارِ
As though night were ignorant, and so failed to see
As if the night were ignorant and so did not see
that for the full moon's dirham it could take a dinar from the sun.
In the coin of the moon any taking of its dinar.
يشكوcomplains لجفنيَto my eyelid جفنيmy eyelid مثلَlike عِلّتِهِits affliction
يشكو لجفنيَ جفني مثلَ عِلّتِهِ
كَالضَّيمِlike injustice يُقْسَمُis apportioned بينَbetween الجارِthe neighbor والجارِand the neighbor
كَالضَّيمِ يُقْسَمُ بينَ الجارِ والجارِ
One of my eyelids complains to the other of the same affliction,
My eyelid complains to my eyelid like its own
like injustice apportioned between neighbor and neighbor.
Affliction, as harm is shared between neighbor and neighbor.
فالحَمدُso praise للَّهto God مَجرىwho brings forth النورِthe light منfrom غَسَقٍdeep darkness
فالحَمدُ للَّه مَجرى النورِ من غَسَقٍ
وجاعلِand maker of اللَّيلِnight فيin تَلطيفِthe fine grinding of أَحجارِstones
وجاعلِ اللَّيلِ في تَلطيفِ أَحجارِ
So praise be to God, who brings forth light from deep darkness,
So praise be to God, the course of light from darkness,
and sets night within finely ground stones.
And maker of the night with soothing stones.
كَمhow greatly أبعدَcarried far النَّاسُpeople فيabout أَمرٍa matter ظنونَهُمُtheir conjectures
كَم أبعدَ النَّاسُ في أَمرٍ ظنونَهُمُ
فكانyet was دائيmy illness قريبَclose to البُرْءِrecovery بالباريthrough the Creator
فكان دائي قريبَ البُرْءِ بالباري
How far people carried their conjectures about this matter,
How far people were in a matter their conjectures
yet my illness proved close to recovery through the Creator.
Brought near, while my malady was near cure by the Creator!