جاهَدتَyou strove فيin تَمهيدِbringing order to حِمصٍHims راحِلاًdeparting
جاهَدتَ في تَمهيدِ حِمصٍ راحِلاً
عَنهاfrom it وَزِنتَand you adorned فِنائَهاits courtyard فِناءَهاits courtyard
عَنها وَزِنتَ فِنائَها فِناءَها
You strove to bring order to Hims while departing
You strove to pave the way to Homs though far,
from it, and adorned its courtyard—its courtyard.
And deemed its end as naught but utter loss.
كَالنَجمِlike a star حَلَّsettled مُحَسِّناًbringing beauty فيin أُفقِهِits horizon
كَالنَجمِ حَلَّ مُحَسِّناً في أُفقِهِ
واِنقَضَّand darted down مِنهُfrom it حامِياًprotecting وَمُحَصَّناand protected
واِنقَضَّ مِنهُ حامِياً وَمُحَصَّنا
Like a star that settled in its horizon, bringing beauty,
You shone out like a star along its ridge,
and darted down from it, protecting and protected.
Then fled its heat, though armored and secure.
كَالسَيفِlike a sword أَغمِدهُsheathe it يَكُنit will be لَكَfor you حِليَةًan adornment
كَالسَيفِ أَغمِدهُ يَكُن لَكَ حِليَةً
أَوor لاnot فَجَرِّدهُthen unsheathe it يَكُنit will be لَكَfor you مَأمَناa safe refuge
أَو لا فَجَرِّدهُ يَكُن لَكَ مَأمَنا
Like a sword: sheathe it, and it will be your adornment;
A sword, kept sheathed, can serve as ornament;
or else draw it, and it will be your safeguard.
Unsheathed, it shields you with unfailing might.
كَالبَيتِlike a verse كانَwas مِنَof القَصيدَةِthe poem بَيتَهاits verse
كَالبَيتِ كانَ مِنَ القَصيدَةِ بَيتَها
واِزدادَand increased حُسناًin beauty حينَwhen جاءَit appeared مُضَمَّناquoted within another poem
واِزدادَ حُسناً حينَ جاءَ مُضَمَّنا
Like a verse that was the very heart of the poem,
Each verse within the ode was as a room
and grew lovelier when woven into another poem.
Embellished by the one where it was housed.
كَالغَيثِlike rain فيin البَلَدِthe land المُحيلِdrought-stricken أَتىit came عَلىin response to
كَالغَيثِ في البَلَدِ المُحيلِ أَتى عَلى
حُسنِbeauty of الدُعاءِthe prayer وَسارَand departed عَنfrom حُسنِbeauty of الثَناthe praise
حُسنِ الدُعاءِ وَسارَ عَن حُسنِ الثَنا
Like rain in a parched land, it came in answer to
You came to a land laboring under drought
beautiful prayer, and departed amid beautiful praise.
With rains of grace and left with thanks undone.
وَلَقَدand indeed تَهادَتكَexchanged you as a gift البِلادُthe lands فَأَنتَso you are رَيrayḥān (sweet basil), first part
وَلَقَد تَهادَتكَ البِلادُ فَأَنتَ رَي
حانٌrayḥān (sweet basil), continuation هُناكَthere وَأَنتَand you are نُوّارٌblossoms هُناhere
حانٌ هُناكَ وَأَنتَ نُوّارٌ هُنا
The lands have indeed exchanged you as a gift: you are sweet
You went from land to land in dedication,
basil there, and blossoms here.
A sunlit lamp alight in every clime.
باراكَvied with you قَومٌsome people فيin العُلاeminence وَلِعِلَّةٍand for a reason
باراكَ قَومٌ في العُلا وَلِعِلَّةٍ
عَزَّbecame precious الجُمانُpearls إِذاwhen الَحَصىpebbles لاnot يُقتَنىare treasured
عَزَّ الجُمانُ إِذا الَحَصى لا يُقتَنى
Some people vied with you in eminence; and for a reason
Blessed the folk you aided to ascend
pearls are precious when pebbles are not treasured.
As stars uncounted stud the vault of night.
زُجُّbutt-spike القَناةِthe lance مُشابِهٌsimilar لِسِنانِهاto its spearhead
زُجُّ القَناةِ مُشابِهٌ لِسِنانِها
حَتّىuntil يَهُمَّis about to مُحارِبٌa warrior أَنto يُطعَناbe pierced
حَتّى يَهُمَّ مُحارِبٌ أَن يُطعَنا
The lance's butt-spike resembles its spearhead,
The channel and its banks match stroke for stroke
until a warrior is about to be pierced.
Till warriors fear to strike a blow in war.
دَعleave مَنwhoever يُنازِعُكَcontests with you الغَناءَworth فَإِنَّهُfor he is
دَع مَن يُنازِعُكَ الغَناءَ فَإِنَّهُ
خَرِسٌa mute يُنازِعُcontests with مَعبَداًMaʿbad حُسنَbeauty of الغِناsinging
خَرِسٌ يُنازِعُ مَعبَداً حُسنَ الغِنا
Leave whoever contests your worth, for he is
Leave be who vie with you in singing's art,
a mute vying with Maʿbad in the beauty of song.
A mute contending with a maestro's gift.