هَوَايَmy love لمحبوبيfor my beloved الأَولِthe first
هَوَايَ لمحبوبي الأَولِ
فقصِّرso shorten منof العَذْلِreproach أَوor طوِّلِprolong
فقصِّر من العَذْلِ أَو طوِّلِ
My love belongs to my first beloved.
My passion for my first beloved
So shorten your reproach, or prolong it.
Whether I blame him less or more
وإِنand if كانthere is بيin me صممُdeafness العاشقينof lovers
وإِن كان بي صممُ العاشقين
فَبِالعاذلينthen in the reproachers عَمَىblindness العُذَّلof faultfinders
فَبِالعاذلين عَمَى العُذَّل
And if I have the deafness of lovers,
And if deafness of lovers has struck me
the reproachers have the blindness of faultfinders.
Then to blamers I'm blinded evermore
خلاis free القلبُthe heart لاnot السَّمعُthe hearing منof عَذْلِهمtheir reproach
خلا القلبُ لا السَّمعُ من عَذْلِهم
فإِنيِّfor I am الشَّجِيُّthe lovesick one وإِنِّand indeed الخَلِيthe carefree one
فإِنيِّ الشَّجِيُّ وإِنِّ الخَلِي
My heart, not my hearing, is free of their reproach;
My heart is empty, not my hearing
for I am lovesick—and carefree.
For I'm the one who's sick, the one who's raw
وبيand afflicting me لاnot بهمafflicting them رشأٌa gazelle عاطلunadorned
وبي لا بهم رشأٌ عاطل
ولكنbut حُلاَهhis charms لهfor him كالْحُلِيlike jewelry
ولكن حُلاَه له كالْحُلِي
And I, not they, am smitten with an unadorned gazelle,
I've no connection with them at all
but his charms are like jewelry for him.
But his cheek is so fair, his neck like coral
وفيand on غُصنهhis bough ثمَرُfruit المُجْتَنيthe gatherer
وفي غُصنه ثمَرُ المُجْتَني
ومنand from وَجْههhis face قَمرa moon المجْتَلِيthe beholder
ومن وَجْهه قَمر المجْتَلِي
And on his bough is fruit for the gatherer,
From his cheeks, the full moon rises
and his face offers a moon to the beholder.
On his branch, fruit of paradise
أُسِرُّI conceal الغرامَpassion ويُبديand he displays الجمالَbeauty
أُسِرُّ الغرامَ ويُبدي الجمالَ
فمِنيَّso from me الخفيُّthe hidden ومِنْهand from him الجَلِيthe manifest
فمِنيَّ الخفيُّ ومِنْه الجَلِي
I conceal my passion, while he displays his beauty;
I hide this love, he shows his beauty
so mine is the hidden, and his the manifest.
So I'm hidden, and he's plain to see
ويَشكُوand complains فُؤادِيmy heart إِلىto طَرْفهhis gaze
ويَشكُو فُؤادِي إِلى طَرْفه
كَشكْوىlike the complaint الجريحِof the wounded one إِلىto المَنْصُلthe blade
كَشكْوى الجريحِ إِلى المَنْصُل
And my heart complains to his gaze,
And my heart complains of him to his glance
like the wounded man's complaint to the blade.
Like a wounded man complains of the lancet
ولوand if كنتI had خالفتُacted unlike فِعْلَthe conduct الأَنامِof mankind
ولو كنت خالفتُ فِعْلَ الأَنامِ
رميتُI would have aimed إِلىtoward سَهْمِهhis arrow مُقْتَليmy vital spot
رميتُ إِلى سَهْمِه مُقْتَلي
And had I acted unlike the rest of mankind,
Had I acted against what people do
I would have aimed my vital spot at his arrow.
I'd have cast myself to his arrow, to my death I flew
وماand not خفتُI feared منfrom أَسدٍa lion أَمرَهits might
وما خفتُ من أَسدٍ أَمرَه
وقدyet indeed مِتُّI died منbecause of رشإِa gazelle أَكْحَلkohl-dark-eyed
وقد مِتُّ من رشإِ أَكْحَل
And I have not feared the might of a lion,
I don't fear any roaring lion's command
yet a gazelle with kohl-dark eyes has been my death.
But I'm dying from the gaze of a fawn's black eyes, that's my end
وإِنِّيand I indeed لأَذكرُsurely recall منهfrom him الرُّضابَsaliva
وإِنِّي لأَذكرُ منه الرُّضابَ
فأَشْرَقُso I choke بالبارِدon cool water السلسلsmooth-flowing
فأَشْرَقُ بالبارِد السلسل
And indeed I recall his saliva,
When I recall his pleasure, I shine
then choke on cool, smoothly flowing water.
With a necklace cold, made of chains that entwine
وإِنِّيand I indeed لأَخْصَرsurely grow chilled منfrom بَرْدِهits chill
وإِنِّي لأَخْصَر من بَرْدِه
فإِنِّيso I إِلىtoward كَبِديmy liver أَصْطَليwarm myself
فإِنِّي إِلى كَبِدي أَصْطَلي
And indeed I shiver from its chill,
When he's icy, I turn blue, it's true
so I turn to my liver for warmth.
For I clutch my liver, and huddle into its fold
وماand has not زالceased يجلوrevealing سناthe radiance وجههof his face
وما زال يجلو سنا وجهه
فغمرةُyet the flood همِّيَof my grief لاdoes not تَنْجَليclear away
فغمرةُ همِّيَ لا تَنْجَلي
And he keeps unveiling his face's radiance,
His face's radiance never ceases to glow
yet the flood of my grief does not clear.
So my sea of sorrow knows no ebb, no flow
وقَلبيَand my heart بالهمِّwith grief منsince بَعدِهhis departure
وقَلبيَ بالهمِّ من بَعدِه
إِناءٌa vessel ولكنَّهbut it is مُمْتليfull
إِناءٌ ولكنَّه مُمْتلي
And my heart, with grief since his departure,
After him, my heart is a vessel of woe
is a vessel—but a full one.
Filled up, never empty, always heavy with sorrow
وماand nothing يسليdistracts قلبيَmy heart عنfrom همِّهits sorrow
وما يسلي قلبيَ عن همِّه
سوىexcept نائلthe bounty الملكِof King الأَفْضَلِal-Afdal
سوى نائل الملكِ الأَفْضَلِ
And nothing distracts my heart from its sorrow
Nothing consoles my heart in its grief
except the bounty of King al-Afdal.
Except attaining the most virtuous king's relief
وليسand does not يزولpass away غراميmy passion الطويلُlong-lasting
وليس يزول غرامي الطويلُ
إِلاَّexcept بإِنعامِهthrough his bounty الأَطْولِstill longer-lasting
إِلاَّ بإِنعامِه الأَطْولِ
And my long-lasting passion will not pass
My lasting passion will not pass
except through his still longer-lasting bounty.
Unless by his greatest favor, his largesse
لهhis is الجودُgenerosity كالبأْسِlike martial might يومَon the day اللِّقَاof battle
له الجودُ كالبأْسِ يومَ اللِّقَا
فكلٌّso each يلقَّبis called بالأَجْزَلِas the most prodigious
فكلٌّ يلقَّب بالأَجْزَلِ
His generosity is like his might on the day of battle;
In battle, his generosity and might both excel
so each is hailed as the most prodigious.
So each is titled the greatest and best parallel
عليٌّAli علاrose فوقabove أُفقthe horizon السَّمَاof heaven
عليٌّ علا فوق أُفق السَّمَا
وباتَand spent the night يرىseeing النجمthe stars مِنْfrom أَسْفَلbelow
وباتَ يرى النجم مِنْ أَسْفَل
Ali rose above heaven's horizon,
Ali rose high above the horizon
and spent the night seeing the stars beneath him.
To see the stars down below in their prison
وليسand does not يَعدُّcount لهfor himself منزلاًa dwelling
وليس يَعدُّ له منزلاً
سِوَىexcept مَعْرَكِthe arena الْحَرْبِof war مِنْof مَنْزِلa dwelling
سِوَى مَعْرَكِ الْحَرْبِ مِنْ مَنْزِل
And he counts no dwelling as his own,
For him no lodging suffices but war
save, among dwellings, the field of battle.
A dwelling of valor among dwellings of honor
تملَّكbecame king طِفلاًas a child كماjust as فضْلُهhis excellence
تملَّك طِفلاً كما فضْلُه
تكمَّلreached perfection والسنُّwhile his age لمhad not يكْمُلmatured
تكمَّل والسنُّ لم يكْمُل
He became king in childhood, just as his excellence
As a child he took charge as his merit enables
reached perfection before he came of age.
Maturing while his years were still juvenile
وقدand indeed نَشَأَgrew الدِّينُthe faith لماwhen نَشَاhe grew
وقد نَشَأَ الدِّينُ لما نَشَا
ووَلَّىand fled بهthrough him الكفرُunbelief لمَّاwhen وَليhe assumed rule
ووَلَّى به الكفرُ لمَّا وَلي
And faith grew as he grew,
When he rose up, religion rose in his care
and unbelief fled through him when he assumed rule.
And when he turned, unbelief despaired
أَتىcame الفَتْحvictory لمَّاwhen أَتىcame سعدُهhis good fortune
أَتى الفَتْح لمَّا أَتى سعدُه
وأَقبلَand advanced فيin عُمرِهhis lifetime المُقبلflourishing
وأَقبلَ في عُمرِه المُقبل
Victory came when his good fortune came,
With his fortune, conquest came about
and advanced in his flourishing years.
In his youth, glory he brought out
وذلَّتand submitted لهto him الأُسْدthe lions فيin غَابِهاtheir thickets
وذلَّت له الأُسْد في غَابِها
فَظلَّتso they kept تصانِعappeasing بالأَشْبُلwith the cubs
فَظلَّت تصانِع بالأَشْبُل
And the lions submitted to him in their thickets,
In their lairs, lions submitting to him bowed
so they kept appeasing him with their cubs.
So they flirted with cubs, terror allowed
وجارَand oppressed كماjust as أَنهthat he قدhad أَجَارَgranted refuge
وجارَ كما أَنه قد أَجَارَ
فضرَّso he harmed العدوَّthe enemy وسرَّand delighted الوليthe ally
فضرَّ العدوَّ وسرَّ الولي
And he oppressed, just as he granted refuge,
As a protector, he protected with might
harming the enemy and delighting the ally.
Pleasing his friend and confounding his enemy's plight
تبذَّلspent himself فيfor اللهGod يَومَon the day الجِلادِof combat
تبذَّل في الله يَومَ الجِلادِ
وكَانَand was مِنَof النَّصْرِvictory فيin مَعْقِلa stronghold
وكَانَ مِنَ النَّصْرِ في مَعْقِل
He spent himself for God's sake on the day of combat,
Sacrificing himself for God on the day of hardship
and was sheltered in a stronghold of victory.
And winning victory in the hold of his battle grip
وقامَand stood منof الدِّرعarmor فيin مَنْهَلٍa watering-place
وقامَ من الدِّرع في مَنْهَلٍ
ويُمناهand his right hand بالسيفِwith the sword فيin جَدْولa stream
ويُمناه بالسيفِ في جَدْول
And he stood in a watering-place of armor,
Standing firm in his armor at the war font
and his right hand, with the sword, was in a stream.
With his right hand and sword swirling in battle current
وماand not قمرُthe moon التِّمِّfullness فيin سعدهits good fortune
وما قمرُ التِّمِّ في سعده
سواهother than him وقدand indeed لاحhe shone فيamid القَسْطلbattle dust
سواه وقد لاح في القَسْطل
And the full moon, at its most auspicious, is none
When the moon of religion joined his fortune
other than him, gleaming amid battle dust.
None could equal it shining, so perfectly certain
إِذاwhen أَمَّhe heads يوماًone day إِلىtoward جَحْفَلٍa mighty host
إِذا أَمَّ يوماً إِلى جَحْفَلٍ
فلاthen do not تسأَلنَّever ask عنabout الجَحْفَلthe mighty host
فلا تسأَلنَّ عن الجَحْفَل
When one day he heads toward a mighty host,
If he aims, one day, for a place of war
then do not ask about that host.
Ask no questions, seek no more
تكونare فوارسُهits horsemen كالأُسودِlike lions
تكون فوارسُه كالأُسودِ
فترجعُthen return كالغَنمَlike sheep الهُمَّلuntended
فترجعُ كالغَنمَ الهُمَّل
Its horsemen are like lions,
His knights become lions in the fray
then return like untended sheep.
And return like frightened sheep gone astray
يبدِّلُtransforms أَعضاءَهمtheir limbs خَوْفُهfear of him
يبدِّلُ أَعضاءَهم خَوْفُه
فأَيديهمُso their hands مِنهُbecause of him كالأَرْجُلِlike feet
فأَيديهمُ مِنهُ كالأَرْجُلِ
Fear of him transforms their limbs,
Fear changes their limbs around
so their hands, because of him, are like feet.
Their hands become their feet on the battle ground
فيأَيُّهاso O الملِكking المرْتَقِيascending
فيأَيُّها الملِك المرْتَقِي
ويأَيُّهاand O الملِكُking المعْتَليexalted
ويأَيُّها الملِكُ المعْتَلي
So, O ascending king,
O highest of kings enthroned
and O exalted king,
O greatest of kings, prudence you've shown
بكتwept مصرEgypt بالدَّمِwith blood شوقاًin longing إِليكَfor you
بكت مصر بالدَّمِ شوقاً إِليكَ
وحنَّتand yearned إِلىfor حُكْمِكَyour rule الأَعْدلmost just
وحنَّت إِلى حُكْمِكَ الأَعْدل
Egypt has wept blood in longing for you,
Egypt cried blood in longing for you
and yearned for your most just rule.
And yearned for your most judicious rule
تناديكَshe calls to you عنout of كمدٍgrief مُسرفٍoverwhelming
تناديكَ عن كمدٍ مُسرفٍ
وتدعُوكَand summons you عنout of سَقَمillness مُعْضِلintractable
وتدعُوكَ عن سَقَم مُعْضِل
She calls to you out of overwhelming grief,
It calls you from much tyranny and corruption
and summons you out of an intractable illness.
And prays you save it from its sufferings
وكَمْand how much لَكَyou have فَضْلٌbounty علَىtoward أَهْلِهاher people
وكَمْ لَكَ فَضْلٌ علَى أَهْلِها
فسمَّتكso she named you بالأَفْضَلِas al-Afdal المفْضَلthe favored one
فسمَّتك بالأَفْضَلِ المفْضَل
And how many favors you have shown her people!
So many favors you have on its people
So she named you al-Afdal, the favored one.
It named you the greatest one, the most noble
وقدand indeed جئتُI have come منهاfrom her رسولاًas a messenger إِليكَto you
وقد جئتُ منها رسولاً إِليكَ
فكنso be بالرُّجوعِby returning لهاto her مُرْسِليthe one who sends me
فكن بالرُّجوعِ لها مُرْسِلي
And I have come from her as a messenger to you;
I've come from it as messenger to you
so, by returning, be the one to send me back to her.
So allow my return to bring its wish true
فأَنتَfor you are فتاهاher champion ونعِمْand excellent is الفَتىthe champion
فأَنتَ فتاها ونعِمْ الفَتى
وأَيُّand what فتىًchampion كانwas there إِلاَّexcept عَليAli
وأَيُّ فتىً كان إِلاَّ عَلي
For you are her champion—what a splendid champion!
You're its conqueror, what a great one!
And what champion was there but Ali?
And what conqueror but you, O Ali?