يَتَسَاءَلُوْنَthey ask one another , فَقُلْتُso I said : يَاO آلَpeople of النُّهَىَunderstanding
يَتَسَاءَلُوْنَ , فَقُلْتُ : يَا آلَ النُّهَىَ
أَوَand could مِثْلُكُمْthe likes of you مَنْone who كَانَبِيْwas; about me لاَnot يَعْلَمُknow
أَوَ مِثْلُكُمْ مَنْ كَانَبِيْ لاَ يَعْلَمُ
They ask one another, so I said: O people of understanding,
They ask, so I say: O people of reproach
can the likes of you be unaware of me?
Or is there anyone like you who does not know?
أَنَاI شَاعِرٌa poet , أَرْضُthe land of الْعُرُوْبَةِArabness مَوْطِنِيْmy homeland
أَنَا شَاعِرٌ , أَرْضُ الْعُرُوْبَةِ مَوْطِنِيْ
وَإذِاand when انْتَسَبْتُI name my lineage يُجِيْبُanswers عِرْقِيَmy roots وَالدَّمُand the blood
وَإذِا انْتَسَبْتُ يُجِيْبُ عِرْقِيَ وَالدَّمُ
I am a poet; the Arab lands are my homeland,
I am a poet, the land of Arabism is my homeland
and when I name my lineage, my roots and blood answer.
And if I trace my origin, my blood and body respond
مِنْfrom أَرْضِthe land of مِصْرَEgypt إِذَاwhen طَلَبْتُI seek أَشَاوِساًvaliant men
مِنْ أَرْضِ مِصْرَ إِذَا طَلَبْتُ أَشَاوِساً
فَهُمُso they الْفِدَاءُself-sacrifice , وَهُمْand they لِعَيْنِيْfor my eye مَرْهَمُa balm
فَهُمُ الْفِدَاءُ , وَهُمْ لِعَيْنِيْ مَرْهَمُ
From Egypt's land—when I seek men of valor,
From the land of Egypt, if I seek comrades
they are self-sacrifice, and a balm for my eye.
They are redemption, and a balm for my eyes
وَهُمُand they الأَرُوْمَةُthe ancestral roots , وَالْخُؤُوْلَةُand maternal kinship , وَالنَّدَىَand generosity
وَهُمُ الأَرُوْمَةُ , وَالْخُؤُوْلَةُ , وَالنَّدَىَ
فَالرَّحْمُso kinship عِنْدَهُمُamong them يُبَرُّis cherished , وَيُكْرَمُand is honored
فَالرَّحْمُ عِنْدَهُمُ يُبَرُّ , وَيُكْرَمُ
And they are my roots, my maternal kin, and generosity;
They are fragrance, and yearning, and dew
so kinship among them is cherished and honored.
Kinship with them is cherished and honored
كَمْhow many أَمَّهَاheaded for it مِنْof مُرْسَلِيْنَmessengers لأَمْنِهِمْfor their safety
كَمْ أَمَّهَا مِنْ مُرْسَلِيْنَ لأَمْنِهِمْ
مُوْسَىَMoses , وَيُوْسُفُand Joseph , وَالْمَسِيْحُand the Messiah , وَمَرْيَمُand Mary
مُوْسَىَ , وَيُوْسُفُ , وَالْمَسِيْحُ , وَمَرْيَمُ
How many messengers sought it out for their safety:
How many messengers did it shelter for their safety
Moses, Joseph, the Messiah, and Mary.
Moses, Joseph, Christ, and Mary
وَبِهَاand in it لإِبْرَاهِيْمَfor Abraham , جَدِّforefather of نَبِيِّنَاour Prophet
وَبِهَا لإِبْرَاهِيْمَ , جَدِّ نَبِيِّنَا
نَسَبُa kinship bond الْمُصَاهَرَةِmarriage ties الَّذِيْwhich لاَnot يُفْصَمُis severed
نَسَبُ الْمُصَاهَرَةِ الَّذِيْ لاَ يُفْصَمُ
And there Abraham, our Prophet's forefather, has
And through it for Abraham, grandfather of our Prophet
a bond of kinship through marriage that cannot be severed.
Lineage of kinship which cannot be severed
مَنْfrom أَرْضِthe land of تُوْنُسَTunisia , وَالْفُرَاتِand the Euphrates , وصَعدةٍand Sa'dah
مَنْ أَرْضِ تُوْنُسَ , وَالْفُرَاتِ , وصَعدةٍ
فَانْظُرْso look طُرُوْسَهُمُtheir pages الَّتِيwhich ْتَتَكَلَّمُspeak
فَانْظُرْ طُرُوْسَهُمُ الَّتِي ْتَتَكَلَّمُ
From the lands of Tunisia, the Euphrates, and Sa'dah,
From the land of Tunisia, the Euphrates, and Sada
look, then, at their pages, which speak.
Look at their portraits which speak
ومنand from الخليجthe Gulf إلىto الرباطِRabat أرُومتيmy lineage
ومن الخليج إلى الرباطِ أرُومتي
نَشَأتْarose ولِيْand I have بِثرىَin the soil of الجزَائرAlgeria أسْهمُshares
نَشَأتْ ولِيْ بِثرىَ الجزَائر أسْهمُ
And from the Gulf to Rabat my lineage
And from the Gulf to Rabat is my fragrance
arose, and I have shares in Algeria's soil.
It grew and I have stakes in Algeria’s land
إناI أردنيٌّJordanian منfrom دمشقَDamascus وبُرقةٍand Barqa
إنا أردنيٌّ من دمشقَ وبُرقةٍ
سيفُthe sword of ابنِson of مُختارMukhtar ٍبِهاin it لايثلمًis never notched
سيفُ ابنِ مُختار ٍبِها لايثلمً
I am Jordanian, from Damascus and Barqa;
I am Jordanian from Damascus and Petra
the sword of Ibn Mukhtar there is never notched.
The sword of Ibn Mukhtar in it does not blunt
مِنْfrom مَكَّةٍMecca مَهْدِcradle of الْغَطَارِفَةِthe noble chiefs الأُلَىَwho
مِنْ مَكَّةٍ مَهْدِ الْغَطَارِفَةِ الأُلَىَ
أرْسُوْاset firmly الْبِنَاءَthe building , فَصَرْحُهمْso their edifice لاَnot يُهْدَمُis demolished
أرْسُوْا الْبِنَاءَ , فَصَرْحُهمْ لاَ يُهْدَمُ
From Mecca, cradle of the noble chiefs who
From Mecca, cradle of the glorious ancestors
set the building firm; their edifice is never torn down.
They laid the foundation, so their palace cannot crumble
مِنْfrom يَثْرِبٍYathrib , وَالْعِطْرُand the perfume فِيْin جَنَبَاتِهَاits precincts
مِنْ يَثْرِبٍ , وَالْعِطْرُ فِيْ جَنَبَاتِهَا
عَبِقٌredolent بِأَحْمَدَof Ahmad , وَالْخُطَىَand the footsteps تُتَرَسَّمُare followed
عَبِقٌ بِأَحْمَدَ , وَالْخُطَىَ تُتَرَسَّمُ
From Yathrib, with perfume in its precincts
From Yathrib, and the scent in its sides
redolent of Ahmad, and his footsteps are followed.
It is fragrant with Ahmed, and the steps are engraved
أَنَاI ثَائِرٌa rebel , وَالْقُدْسُand Jerusalem يَشْهَدُwitnesses مَوْلِدِيْmy birth
أَنَا ثَائِرٌ , وَالْقُدْسُ يَشْهَدُ مَوْلِدِيْ
وَكُرُوْمُand the vineyards of يَافَاJaffa , وَالرُّبَىَand the hills , وَالأَنْجُمُand the stars
وَكُرُوْمُ يَافَا , وَالرُّبَىَ , وَالأَنْجُمُ
I am a rebel, and Jerusalem witnesses my birth,
I am a rebel, and Jerusalem testifies my birth
and Jaffa's vineyards, the hills, and the stars.
And the vineyards of Jaffa, the hills, and the stars
مِنْfrom غَزَّةٍGaza , وَالشِّبْلُand the lion cub فِيْهَاin it قَدْhas رَوَىَrecounted
مِنْ غَزَّةٍ , وَالشِّبْلُ فِيْهَا قَدْ رَوَىَ
أُسْطُوْرَةًa legend , وَالْكُلُّand everyone يَعْلَمُknows مَنْwho هُمُthey
أُسْطُوْرَةً , وَالْكُلُّ يَعْلَمُ مَنْ هُمُ
From Gaza, where the lion cub has recounted
From Gaza, where the wolf once
a legend, and everyone knows who they are.
Told a legend, which everyone knows
أَنَاI شَاعِرٌa poet حَلَّقْتُI soared فِيْin كَبِدِthe heart of السَّمَاthe sky
أَنَا شَاعِرٌ حَلَّقْتُ فِيْ كَبِدِ السَّمَا
وَإِلَىَand toward الْمَعَالِيْthe heights لاَnot أَمَلُّI tire وَأَسْأَمُand I grow bored
وَإِلَىَ الْمَعَالِيْ لاَ أَمَلُّ وَأَسْأَمُ
I am a poet; I soared into the heart of the sky,
I am a poet who circled in the core of the sky
and in pursuit of the heights, I neither tire nor grow bored.
And to the heights I do not hope or tire
وَإذِاand if هَبَطْتُI descend , فَفِيْthen in الْهُبُوْطِdescending مَآرِبٌpurposes
وَإذِا هَبَطْتُ , فَفِيْ الْهُبُوْطِ مَآرِبٌ
وَالْغَوْرand the depth أَسْبُرُهُI plumb it , وَإِنْand even if هُوَit مُبْهَمُis obscure
وَالْغَوْر أَسْبُرُهُ , وَإِنْ هُوَ مُبْهَمُ
And if I descend, there are purposes in descending,
And if I descend, in descent are wonders
and I plumb the depth, even if it is obscure.
And the abyss I illuminate, even if it is ambiguous
وَأَغُوْصُand I dive فِيْinto بَحْرِالْقَرِيْضِthe sea of verse بِهِمَّةٍwith resolve
وَأَغُوْصُ فِيْ بَحْرِالْقَرِيْضِ بِهِمَّةٍ
وَأَلُمُّand I gather شَمْلَthe scattered pieces الدُّرِّthe pearls مِنْهُfrom it , وَأَنْظُمُand I string them
وَأَلُمُّ شَمْلَ الدُّرِّ مِنْهُ , وَأَنْظُمُ
And I dive into the sea of verse with resolve,
And I dive in the sea of verse with determination
and gather its scattered pearls and string them together.
And gather the pearls from it, and string them
فِيْin كُلِّevery يَوْمٍday كَمْhow much تُقَالُis uttered تَفَاهَةٌnonsense
فِيْ كُلِّ يَوْمٍ كَمْ تُقَالُ تَفَاهَةٌ
يَدْعُوْنَهَاthey call it شِعْرَاًpoetry ! , وَأَنْفُكَand your nose يُرْغَمُis rubbed in the dust
يَدْعُوْنَهَا شِعْرَاً ! , وَأَنْفُكَ يُرْغَمُ
Each day, how much nonsense is uttered
Each day how much nonsense is said
that they call poetry, while your nose is rubbed in the dust!
They call it poetry! And I am forced to be silent
وَيُرَوِّجُوْنَand they peddle بِضَاعَةًwares مَسْمُوْمَةًpoisoned
وَيُرَوِّجُوْنَ بِضَاعَةً مَسْمُوْمَةً
وَتَرَىَand you see مِنَamong الْجُهَلاَءِthe ignorant مَنْsomeone who يَتَرَنَّمُsings
وَتَرَىَ مِنَ الْجُهَلاَءِ مَنْ يَتَرَنَّمُ
And they peddle poisoned wares,
And they promote rotten goods
and among the ignorant you see someone singing.
And you see among the ignorant those who hum to it
وَالشِّعْرُand poetry يَنْدُبُmourns مَاwhat اعْتَرَاهُhas befallen it , وَيَشْتَكِيْand laments
وَالشِّعْرُ يَنْدُبُ مَا اعْتَرَاهُ , وَيَشْتَكِيْ
قَوْلاًspeech يَحَارُis bewildered بِهِby it الِّلِسَانُthe tongue , وَيَعْجِمُand becomes inarticulate
قَوْلاً يَحَارُ بِهِ الِّلِسَانُ , وَيَعْجِمُ
And poetry mourns what has befallen it, and laments
While poetry laments what befell it, complaining
speech that bewilders the tongue and leaves it inarticulate.
Of words that confuse the tongue and mystify
الشِّعْرُpoetry ذَوْقٌtaste , وَالْبُحُوْرُand the poetic meters جَمَالُهَاtheir beauty
الشِّعْرُ ذَوْقٌ , وَالْبُحُوْرُ جَمَالُهَا
وَزْنٌmetrical measure وَقَافِيَةٌand rhyme , وَمَعْنَىًand meaning يُفْهَمُis understood
وَزْنٌ وَقَافِيَةٌ , وَمَعْنَىً يُفْهَمُ
Poetry is taste; the beauty of its meters is
Poetry is taste, and meters are its beauty
rhythm, rhyme, and meaning that can be understood.
Rhyme and meaning that can be understood
الشِّعْرُpoetry وَحْيُinspiration of الْمُرْهَفِيْنَthe sensitive , وَقَوْلُهُand its utterance
الشِّعْرُ وَحْيُ الْمُرْهَفِيْنَ , وَقَوْلُهُ
نَسَمَاتُbreezes of صُبْحٍdawn فِيْwithin الصُّدُوْرِthe breasts تُتَرْجَمُare given expression
نَسَمَاتُ صُبْحٍ فِيْ الصُّدُوْرِ تُتَرْجَمُ
Poetry is the inspiration of sensitive souls, and its words are
Poetry is the revelation of the discerning
dawn breezes given expression within the breasts.
Its words are morning breezes in hearts translated
أَنَاI شَاعِرٌa poet غَزَلَاspun لْحُرُوْفَthe letters بِمِغْزَلٍwith a spindle
أَنَا شَاعِرٌ غَزَلَا لْحُرُوْفَ بِمِغْزَلٍ
وَالشِّعْرُand poetry عِنْدِيْfor me بِالرَّحِيْقِwith nectar يُخَتَّمُis sealed
وَالشِّعْرُ عِنْدِيْ بِالرَّحِيْقِ يُخَتَّمُ
I am a poet who spun the letters with a spindle,
I am a poet who spun letters with a spindle
and for me, poetry is sealed with nectar.
And to me poetry is sealed with nectar
فَإِذَاso when رَأَيْتُI see الشَّوْكَthe thorns لَفَّenfolded وُرُوْدَهُits roses
فَإِذَا رَأَيْتُ الشَّوْكَ لَفَّ وُرُوْدَهُ
فَالشَّوْكُthen the thorns هُدْبٌeyelashes حَوْلَaround عَيِنٍan eye قَيِّمُprecious
فَالشَّوْكُ هُدْبٌ حَوْلَ عَيِنٍ قَيِّمُ
So when I see thorns enfolding its roses,
So when I see thorns wrap their roses
the thorns are precious lashes around an eye.
The thorns are a fence around a straight well
وَالطَّيْرُand the birds , لَوْif نَاحَتْlamented لِفَقْدِat the loss of أَلِيْفِهَاtheir mate
وَالطَّيْرُ , لَوْ نَاحَتْ لِفَقْدِ أَلِيْفِهَا
آسَىَI grieve لَهَاfor them , وَأُخَفِّفَنَّand I will surely soothe وَأَرْحَمُand I show compassion
آسَىَ لَهَا , وَأُخَفِّفَنَّ وَأَرْحَمُ
And if the birds lament the loss of their mate,
And if a bird laments for its lost beloved
I grieve for them, and surely ease their sorrow and show compassion.
I grieve for it, and lighten and have mercy
وَالزَّهْرَand the flowers أَلْحَظُهُI watch them إِذَاwhen جَنَّfell الدُّجَىَthe darkness
وَالزَّهْرَ أَلْحَظُهُ إِذَا جَنَّ الدُّجَىَ
صَحْوَاًawake , وَيَرْنُوْand it gazes لِلْفَرَاشِtoward butterflies , فَيُلْثَمُthen it is kissed
صَحْوَاً , وَيَرْنُوْ لِلْفَرَاشِ , فَيُلْثَمُ
And I watch the flowers when darkness falls,
And I notice the flowers when dusk falls
awake, gazing toward butterflies, then being kissed.
Wakeful, and yearning for the moth, so it kisses
وَالْبَدْرُand the full moon , لوif يُخْفِيْهِغَيْمٌa cloud hides it , لاَnot أَرَىَI see
وَالْبَدْرُ , لو يُخْفِيْهِغَيْمٌ , لاَ أَرَىَ
عَيْباًa fault لَهُin it , فَغَداًfor tomorrow يِكِرُّit returns , وَيَهْجُمُand charges forth
عَيْباً لَهُ , فَغَداً يِكِرُّ , وَيَهْجُمُ
And if a cloud hides the full moon, I see no
And the moon, if a cloud hides it, I do not see
fault in it; tomorrow it returns and charges forth.
A flaw in it, for tomorrow it will return and attack
وَأَرَىَand I see الْجَدَاوِلَthe streams , وَالْمِيَاهَand the waters إِذَاwhen سَرَتْflowed
وَأَرَىَ الْجَدَاوِلَ , وَالْمِيَاهَ إِذَا سَرَتْ
تَشْدُوْsing , وَتَبْذُلُand offer نَفْسَهَاthemselves , وَتُقَسِّمُand distribute
تَشْدُوْ , وَتَبْذُلُ نَفْسَهَا , وَتُقَسِّمُ
And I see the streams and waters, when they flow,
And I see the streams, and the waters when they flow
singing, offering themselves, and sharing themselves out.
Sing, exert themselves, and share
هَذَاthis أَنَاI , أَلْبَسْتُI clothed قَفْراًa wasteland أَحْرُفِيْmy letters
هَذَا أَنَا , أَلْبَسْتُ قَفْراً أَحْرُفِيْ
فَاخْضَرَّso it turned green , وَانْتُدِبَتْand were summoned إِلَيْهِto it الْحُوَّمُthe circling birds
فَاخْضَرَّ , وَانْتُدِبَتْ إِلَيْهِ الْحُوَّمُ
This is me: I clothed a wasteland in my letters,
This is me, I clothed the barrenness of my letters
so it turned green, and circling birds were summoned to it.
So it turned green, and insects crawled to it
لاَno غَرْوَwonder إِنْif تَبِعَfollowed الْكَلاَمُspeech مَقَاصِدِيْmy intentions
لاَ غَرْوَ إِنْ تَبِعَ الْكَلاَمُ مَقَاصِدِيْ
وَانْقَادَand submitted حَيْثُwherever رَمَيْتُI shot سَهْمِيَmy arrow يَخْدُمُit serves
وَانْقَادَ حَيْثُ رَمَيْتُ سَهْمِيَ يَخْدُمُ
It is no wonder if speech follows my intentions,
No wonder if words follow my purposes
and submits, serving wherever I shoot my arrow.
And submit wherever my arrow points to serve
فَلَرُبَّمَاfor perhaps رَضِعَsuckled الْوَلِيْدُthe infant فَرَاسَةًdiscernment
فَلَرُبَّمَا رَضِعَ الْوَلِيْدُ فَرَاسَةً
أغْنَتْهُmade him independent عَنْof لَبَنٍmilk , إِذَاwhen هُوَhe يُفْطَمُis weaned
أغْنَتْهُ عَنْ لَبَنٍ , إِذَا هُوَ يُفْطَمُ
For perhaps an infant suckled discernment
For sometimes an infant suckles perception
that spared him the need for milk when he was weaned.
That spares it milk, when it is weaned
سُبْحَانَglory be to مَنْجَعَلَthe One who made الْخِطَابَdiscourse لأَحْمَدٍfor Ahmad
سُبْحَانَ مَنْجَعَلَ الْخِطَابَ لأَحْمَدٍ
فَصْلاًdecisive . فَفَسَّرَso he explained مَاwhat يُخَطُّis written , وَيُرْقَمُand is inscribed
فَصْلاً . فَفَسَّرَ مَا يُخَطُّ , وَيُرْقَمُ
Glory be to Him who made Ahmad's speech
Glory to Him who made speech for Ahmed
decisive, so he explained what is written and inscribed.
A chapter. So he interpreted what is penned and numbered