تضاءلَdwindled الدهرُTime حتىuntil ضاعَvanished فيamid هممىmy ambitions
تضاءلَ الدهرُ حتى ضاعَ في هممى
واستفحلَand grew mighty الهمُّcare حتىuntil صارbecame منamong شيميmy traits
واستفحلَ الهمُّ حتى صار من شيمي
Time dwindled until it vanished amid my ambitions,
Time diminished until it was lost in my concerns,
and care grew mighty until it became one of my traits.
And worries grew until they became part of my nature.
ولوand if يكونwere سوادُblackness of الشعرhair فيunder ذممىmy protection
ولو يكون سوادُ الشعر في ذممى
ماnot كانwould be للشيبfor gray hair سلطانٌdominion علىover اللمَمِthe locks
ما كان للشيب سلطانٌ على اللمَمِ
And were the blackness of hair under my protection,
Had the blackness of hair depended on my debts,
gray hair would have no dominion over the locks.
Grayness would have no power over determination.
فالعيشُso life منamong نِعَمىmy favors والموتُand death منamong نقمىmy punishments
فالعيشُ من نِعَمى والموتُ من نقمى
وحكمةُand wisdom of الفلكِthe sphere الدوارِrevolving منfrom حِكمِيmy wisdom
وحكمةُ الفلكِ الدوارِ من حِكمِي
So life is among my favors, and death among my punishments,
Living is a blessing I have been granted, death a fate I despise,
and the revolving sphere's wisdom comes from my wisdom.
Yet the circular motion of fickle fortune stems from my own schemes.
والحزمand prudence والعزمand resolve فيamong الاقوامpeoples منfrom خُلقىmy character
والحزم والعزم في الاقوام من خُلقى
كماjust as الفصاحةُeloquence فيin الاقوالِspeech منfrom كَلِمَيmy words
كما الفصاحةُ في الاقوالِ من كَلِمَي
And prudence and resolve among peoples come from my character,
Decisiveness and resolve in people are a reflection of my character,
just as eloquence in speech comes from my words.
Just as eloquence in words reflects my own speech.
ماnot يَشبعُis sated الدهرُTime ياO هندُHind ابنةَdaughter of الحكمِal-Hakam
ما يَشبعُ الدهرُ يا هندُ ابنةَ الحكمِ
منby غيرِother than لحمىmy flesh ولاand not يَرويهslakes it غيرُanything but دميmy blood
من غيرِ لحمى ولا يَرويه غيرُ دمي
Time is never sated, O Hind, daughter of al-Hakam,
O Hind, daughter of wisdom, time is never sated
by anything but my flesh, nor does anything but my blood slake it,
With aught but my flesh, quenched by none but my blood.
ولوand even if أَراقَit shed دماءَthe blood of الناسِpeople كلهِمall of them
ولو أَراقَ دماءَ الناسِ كلهِم
ولمand did not يدعleave لهمfor them لحماًflesh علىupon وضمِa butcher's block
ولم يدع لهم لحماً على وضمِ
even if it shed the blood of all people
Had it spilled the blood of all mankind to the last man,
and left them no flesh upon a butcher's block.
Leaving them no flesh or bone,
انَّindeed الليالىthe nights والايامَand the days لوif علَقتْclung
انَّ الليالى والايامَ لو علَقتْ
جرينَthey would flow فيthrough الخلقِcreation عنfrom رمحىmy spear وعنand from قلميmy pen
جرينَ في الخلقِ عن رمحى وعن قلمي
Indeed, if the nights and days were to cling,
The nights and days, had they conspired against me,
they would flow through creation from my spear and my pen,
Could not turn the course of fate away from my spear and my destiny.
عنfrom أَسبقِthe quickest of الناسِmen للاقدارِto meet destinies فيin مَهَلٍunhurried ease
عن أَسبقِ الناسِ للاقدارِ في مَهَلٍ
منهon his part وأكرمَand nobler فيin الدنياthe world منthan الكَرَمِnobility
منه وأكرمَ في الدنيا من الكَرَمِ
from the man quickest of all to meet destiny, with unhurried ease
Of all mankind, I strive to reach first for destiny's goals,
on his part, and nobler in this world than nobility itself.
With ample time before me, honored in life above all the generous.
أَعلىhigher منthan النجمthe star بلrather أَهدىmore guiding بغرتهby his bright brow
أَعلى من النجم بل أَهدى بغرته
للمهتدينَfor seekers of guidance وأَسرىand farther-ranging by night منهthan it فيin الظلمِdarkness
للمهتدينَ وأَسرى منه في الظلمِ
Higher than the star—nay, a better guide by his bright brow
Loftier than the stars, my glory gives guidance
for those seeking guidance, and farther-ranging than it in darkness.
To those who seek it. After me, there is only darkness.
لوif يعرفknew الناسُpeople قدرىmy worth فيin زمانهمtheir time
لو يعرف الناسُ قدرى في زمانهم
صلواthey would pray لوجهيَtoward my face أَوor باسواthey would kiss ثَرىthe dust of قَدَميmy foot
صلوا لوجهيَ أَو باسوا ثَرى قَدَمي
If people knew my worth in their time,
If people recognized my worth in their time,
they would pray toward my face or kiss the dust beneath my foot.
They would pray in my name or kiss the dust of my feet.
ماnot زلتI have ceased اعطفI coax أَيامىmy days فتمنُحنيso they grant me
ما زلت اعطف أَيامى فتمنُحني
نيلاa gain أَدقَّfiner منthan المعدومِthe nonexistent فيin العدمِnonexistence
نيلا أَدقَّ من المعدومِ في العدمِ
I have never ceased coaxing my days, and they grant me
I make my days incline to bestow on me
a gain finer than the nonexistent in nothingness.
Gains more subtle than utter nothingness.
وأَستكينand I submit لهاto them طوراًat times وارهبهاand I threaten them
وأَستكين لها طوراً وارهبها
فلاso not تزيدincrease مقالاتىmy utterances علىbeyond الصممِdeafness
فلا تزيد مقالاتى على الصممِ
And at times I yield to them, and I threaten them,
I appease them for a while and hold them in awe
but my words meet nothing beyond deafness,
So my words fall not on deaf ears.
حتىuntil تخوفfeared صرفُthe vicissitudes of الدهرِTime بادرتىmy sudden attack
حتى تخوف صرفُ الدهرِ بادرتى
فردso it checked كفىmy hand وأَماbut as for أَنْto يسُدَّshut فَميmy mouth
فرد كفى وأَما أَنْ يسُدَّ فَمي
until Time's vicissitudes feared my sudden attack
Until the shifting of fate startles my vigilance
and checked my hand; but as for shutting my mouth...
And forces back my hand, though it cannot seal my mouth.
العمرlife يمضىpasses وماand not أَمضيتyou have fulfilled همتَهits ambition
العمر يمضى وما أَمضيت همتَه
أَأَنتَare you منتبهٌawake أَمor أَنتyou فيin الحُلُمِa dream
أَأَنتَ منتبهٌ أَم أَنت في الحُلُمِ
Life passes, yet you have not fulfilled its ambition.
My life passes but does not fulfill its purpose.
Are you awake, or are you in a dream?
Are you awake? Or lost in dreams?
فَوّقnock سهامَكَyour arrows وارمِand shoot at الناسِpeople عنat عَرضٍrandom
فَوّق سهامَكَ وارمِ الناسِ عن عَرضٍ
واركبْand embark on منof الامرِthe affair أَدناهits nearest course الىto الأَلَمِpain
واركبْ من الامرِ أَدناه الى الأَلَمِ
Nock your arrows and shoot at people at random,
Set your arrows straight and spare no man,
and pursue the course of action nearest to pain.
Scale the heights from the lowest valleys to the peaks of agony.
أَصبحتَyou are now بينamong رجالٍmen كلevery تجربةٍtest
أَصبحتَ بين رجالٍ كل تجربةٍ
تضلgoes astray فيهمamong them منby المستبصرِthe clear-sighted الفَهِمِdiscerning
تضل فيهم من المستبصرِ الفَهِمِ
You now stand among men: every test
You live among men, each with his own experience,
by the clear-sighted, discerning man goes astray among them.
Yet in their eyes the wisest understanding goes astray.
لاdo not تبقِshow mercy منهمof them علىto شخصٍa person ظفرتَyou have prevailed بهover him
لا تبقِ منهم على شخصٍ ظفرتَ به
انْif كانَis رأيكَyour judgment سَلُّdrawing السيفِthe sword فيamong الاممِnations
انْ كانَ رأيكَ سَلُّ السيفِ في الاممِ
Spare not one of them whom you overcome,
Leave no one alive if you best him,
if your judgment is to draw the sword among nations.
If your view is to unsheathe the sword among the peoples.
أَذُمُّI condemn كلَّevery خليلٍclose friend باتَspent the night يحمَدُنىpraising me
أَذُمُّ كلَّ خليلٍ باتَ يحمَدُنى
أناI الذيthe one who مالهhe has no خِلٌّfriend سِوىexcept النَّدمِregret
أنا الذي ماله خِلٌّ سِوى النَّدمِ
I condemn every friend who has spent the night praising me;
I spurn every friend who praises me unduly,
I am the one who has no friend but regret.
I who have no true friend but regret.
وَأتَهَمَتْنيand may they suspect me المعالىlofty honors فيin مودتهاlove for them
وَأتَهَمَتْني المعالى في مودتها
انْif كنتُI were أعرفI know خلقاًa person غيرَnot متهمِsuspected
انْ كنتُ أعرف خلقاً غيرَ متهمِ
And may lofty honors suspect me in my love for them,
I am accused of pride by the lofty ideals I pursue,
if I know any person beyond suspicion.
Though I know of no character more unassuming than my own.
طلبتُI sought صحةَsoundness of وُدِّthe affection of الناسِpeople واعجباًand how strange
طلبتُ صحةَ وُدِّ الناسِ واعجباً
أَمراًa thing طلبتُI sought ولاand not يخلوis free منfrom السقمِsickness
أَمراً طلبتُ ولا يخلو من السقمِ
I sought soundness in people's affection—how strange!
I sought the rectitude of men's affection yet strangely
I sought a thing that is never free of sickness.
The cure becomes the illness in a matter I thought sound.
وليسand is not سؤلكَyour wish ياO قلبىmy heart سِوىexcept رَهَجٍa dust cloud
وليس سؤلكَ يا قلبى سِوى رَهَجٍ
تجورهyou wrong it منfrom دمِthe blood of الفرسانِhorsemen بالديمِwith steady rains
تجوره من دمِ الفرسانِ بالديمِ
And your wish, O my heart, is nothing but a dust cloud
My heart desires nothing but the moaning
that you wrong with steady rains of horsemen's blood.
Wrung from the lifeblood of cavaliers by the sword.
كَمْhow often كَمْhow often تحنُّyou yearn الىfor الارواحِsouls منfrom ظمأٍthirst
كَمْ كَمْ تحنُّ الى الارواحِ من ظمأٍ
وكمand how often تَتُوقُyou crave الىfor الاجسامِbodies منfrom قَرمِhunger for flesh
وكم تَتُوقُ الى الاجسامِ من قَرمِ
How often, how often you yearn for souls out of thirst,
How often it yearns for souls amidst thirst
and how often you crave bodies out of hunger for flesh!
And how it longs for bodies amidst decay!
ااذwhen منحتُI offered ثنياتِthe bends of اللوىal-Liwa كَتِفىmy shoulder
ااذ منحتُ ثنياتِ اللوى كَتِفى
فابشرْthen rejoice بألهوبِin the blaze of نارِthe fire of الفتنةِstrife العرمِfierce
فابشرْ بألهوبِ نارِ الفتنةِ العرمِ
When I turn my shoulder away from the bends of al-Liwa,
When the curves of passion clasp my shoulder,
then rejoice in the fierce blaze of strife's fire.
Rejoice in the raging fires of sedition and turmoil.
مَنْwhoever أَحسنَperforms well السعيَstriving فيماfor what شاءَhe desires فهوthen it لهُis his
مَنْ أَحسنَ السعيَ فيما شاءَ فهو لهُ
الرزقُlivelihood بالسعيthrough striving ثمthen الرزقlivelihood بالقَسَمِthrough allotment
الرزقُ بالسعي ثم الرزق بالقَسَمِ
Whoever strives well for what he desires shall have it.
Whoever strives best gets what he wills,
Livelihood comes through striving, then livelihood through allotment.
Sustenance comes through striving and then portioned by fate.
مالىwhy have I رضيتُaccepted بقعرِin the depths of البيتِthe house منزلةٍas a dwelling
مالى رضيتُ بقعرِ البيتِ منزلةٍ
وليسَand not ترضىare content سيوفthe swords of الهندِIndia عنwith هِمَمِيmy ambitions
وليسَ ترضى سيوف الهندِ عن هِمَمِي
Why have I accepted the depths of the house as a dwelling,
Why did I settle for the bottom of the house as my station
while India's swords are not content with my ambitions,
When the swords of India are not content with my ambitions?
حتىuntil أُعيدَI turn الدُّجىdarkness صبحاًinto dawn برونقهاwith their gleam
حتى أُعيدَ الدُّجى صبحاً برونقها
وأُلبِسَand I clothe الشمسَthe sun أَثواباًgarments منof القَتَمِdark dust
وأُلبِسَ الشمسَ أَثواباً من القَتَمِ
until I turn darkness into dawn with their gleam
Until I turn the darkness back to dawn in its freshness
and clothe the sun in robes of dark dust?
And dress the sun in robes of concealed darkness.
لولاىwere it not for me لمnot تسكنِwould dwell الحياتُsnakes منfrom حَذَرِfear
لولاى لم تسكنِ الحياتُ من حَذَرِ
بَطْنَthe belly of الترابِthe earth ولاnor الاسادُlions فيin الأجَمِthe thickets
بَطْنَ الترابِ ولا الاسادُ في الأجَمِ
Were it not for me, snakes would not dwell, out of fear,
Without me serpents would not keep still in earthly holes for fear
in the belly of the earth, nor lions in the thickets.
Nor lions in the thickets for terror.
منwho للرماحِfor the spears اذاwhen القيتُI am cast فيinto الرَّجمِthe grave-mound
من للرماحِ اذا القيتُ في الرَّجمِ
ومنand who يُحكمُwields masterfully بيضَwhite blades of الهندِIndia فيupon القِمَمِthe crowns of heads
ومن يُحكمُ بيضَ الهندِ في القِمَمِ
Who will be there for the spears when I am cast into the grave-mound,
Who rivals my throw when I hurl spears?
and who will wield India's white blades upon the crowns of heads?
Who can rule India's diamonds from its peaks?
ومنand who تُرَوّعُterrifies قلبَthe heart of الليلnight خيفَتُهdread of him
ومن تُرَوّعُ قلبَ الليل خيفَتُه
اذاwhen رماهhe strikes it بحدِّwith the sharp pace of الانيقthe she-camels الرُسَمِswift-trotting
اذا رماه بحدِّ الانيق الرُسَمِ
And whose dread will terrify the heart of night
Who fills the heart of night with fright
when he strikes it with the sharp pace of swift-trotting she-camels?
When I pierce it with the finely honed head of an arrow?
يحملنَthey carry كلَّevery بعيدِfar-reaching in الهمِambition مشتَرِقٍchoked with care
يحملنَ كلَّ بعيدِ الهمِ مشتَرِقٍ
ينامُsleeps دهرُكَyour Time عنهheedless of him وهوwhile he لمnot ينمِhas slept
ينامُ دهرُكَ عنه وهو لم ينمِ
They carry every man of far-reaching ambition, choked with care;
Bearing the distant goal of high ambition
your Time sleeps heedless of him, while he has not slept.
Your time sleeps, oblivious, while you are awake.
يَرمىhe shoots at بعزمِتهِwith his resolve أَطرافَthe farthest reaches of هِمَّتهhis ambition
يَرمى بعزمِتهِ أَطرافَ هِمَّته
ويأخذَand he seizes الامرَthe matter أَخذَthe grip of الموتِdeath بالكَظمِby the throat
ويأخذَ الامرَ أَخذَ الموتِ بالكَظمِ
He shoots with his resolve at the farthest reaches of his ambition,
With unwavering resolve you stretch your purpose far,
and seizes affairs as death grips the throat.
Gripping your aim with the finality of death's stranglehold.