أحسI feel لوif only ينفعنيbenefits me حسيmy feeling
أحس لو ينفعني حسي
تهكماmockery للشيبof gray hair فيin رأسيmy head
تهكما للشيب في رأسي
I feel—if only my feeling could avail me—
If only my feelings could help me,
mockery of the gray hair on my head.
I would mock the gray hair on my head.
لاlet not يعترضنيoppose me أحدanyone إننيindeed I
لا يعترضني أحد إنني
غضبانangry فيin يوميmy today علىat أمسىmy yesterday
غضبان في يومي على أمسى
Let no one oppose me, for I
No one blames me if I am
am angry today with my yesterday.
Angry with my past days.
انindeed اموريmy affairs اليومtoday فيin موطنيmy homeland
ان اموري اليوم في موطني
يجرينproceed بعدafter النورthe light فيin دمسdeep darkness
يجرين بعد النور في دمس
My affairs today, in my homeland,
My affairs today in my homeland
proceed through darkness after light.
Flow not as I wished,
وليسand do not يجرينproceed كماas اشتهىI desire
وليس يجرين كما اشتهى
بلrather انماonly يجرينproceed بالعكسin reverse
بل انما يجرين بالعكس
They do not proceed as I desire;
But rather they flow conversely.
rather, they proceed only in reverse.
My sun has begun to set on it
قدalready اخذتhave begun تغربto set شمسيmy sun بهin it
قد اخذت تغرب شمسي به
شاحبةpale صفراءyellow كالورسlike wars (yellow dye)
شاحبة صفراء كالورس
My sun has begun to set there,
Pale yellow like flowers.
pale, yellow as wars dye.
If my past had been good,
لوif كانhad been امسىmy yesterday سيرهits course صالحاsound
لو كان امسى سيره صالحا
لمnot يجتلبbring ليto me اليومtoday منany بؤسmisery
لم يجتلب لي اليوم من بؤس
Had my yesterday followed a sound course,
It would not have brought misery to my day.
it would not have brought me misery today.
I blame myself, for if I were grateful,
عتبيmy reproach علىis toward نفسيmyself فلوso if احمدتI acted worthily
عتبي على نفسي فلو احمدت
ماnot كانthere would have been فيin شيبيmy gray hair منany بأسharm
ما كان في شيبي من بأس
My reproach is for myself; had I done well,
There would be no misery in my gray hair.
there would have been no harm in my gray hair.
There is no defect in my gray hair,
وليسand there is not فيin شيبيmy gray hair منany علةdefect
وليس في شيبي من علة
بلrather انماonly العلةthe defect فيin نفسيmyself
بل انما العلة في نفسي
There is no defect in my gray hair;
Rather, the defect is in myself.
rather, the defect lies only in myself.
I composed my poetry from a feeling
نظمتI composed شعريmy verse منfrom شعورa feeling لهfor it
نظمت شعري من شعور له
اخلصتI distilled منfrom مشاعريmy senses الخمسthe five
اخلصت من مشاعري الخمس
I composed my verse from a feeling
I distilled from my five senses.
I distilled for it from my five senses.
I planted it in my enemy, the Tigris,
غرستهI planted it فيon عدوتيthe two banks of دجلةthe Tigris
غرسته في عدوتي دجلة
فلمbut did not يرقplease ابناءهاher sons غرسيmy planting
فلم يرق ابناءها غرسي
I planted it on the Tigris's two banks,
But its people did not appreciate my planting.
but my planting did not please her sons.
It is as if when they uprooted the best
كأنهمas though they اذwhen قلعواuprooted خيرthe best of ماwhat
كأنهم اذ قلعوا خير ما
غرستهI planted it قدhad قلعواuprooted ضرسيmy molar
غرسته قد قلعوا ضرسي
As though, when they uprooted the best of what
That I planted, they uprooted my molar.
I had planted, they uprooted my molar.
I was an honest partner between us
كنتI was شريكاa companion بيناevident صدقهhis sincerity
كنت شريكا بينا صدقه
للقومto the people فيin المأتمthe mourning gathering والعرسand the wedding
للقوم في المأتم والعرس
I was a companion whose sincerity was clear
In grief, wedding, and celebration.
to the people, in mourning and at weddings.
I hate my people and their tents,
امقتI detest منin قوميmy people ومنand in خيمهمtheir character
امقت من قومي ومن خيمهم
تعصبthe fanaticism of الاغرارthe naive والحمسand the zealots
تعصب الاغرار والحمس
I detest in my people and their character
The prejudice of the ignorant and zealous.
the fanaticism of the naive and the zealots.
They hold the free man accountable in his matter
يحاسبونthey hold to account الحرthe free man فيin امرهhis affairs
يحاسبون الحر في امره
حتىeven علىfor النبأةthe faint utterance والهجسand the passing thought
حتى على النبأة والهجس
They hold the free man to account in his affairs,
Even for a rumor or delusion.
even for a faint utterance and a passing thought.
They sold their world for the paltry price
باعواthey sold منout of الجهلthe ignorance الذيthat عندهمthey possess
باعوا من الجهل الذي عندهم
دنياهمtheir worldly life بالثمنfor the price البخسthe paltry
دنياهم بالثمن البخس
Out of the ignorance they possess, they sold
Of the ignorance they have.
their world for a paltry price.
And they finished off minds that soared,
واجهزواand dealt a deathblow علىto عقولminds سمتrose high
واجهزوا على عقول سمت
طمساًobliterating لهاthem والموتand death فيin الطمسobliteration
طمساً لها والموت في الطمس
And they dealt a deathblow to minds that rose high,
Blinding them, though death is in blindness.
obliterating them—and in obliteration lies death.
They gathered except with the intention
اجتمعواthey gathered الباas a hostile band يريدونseeking انto
اجتمعوا البا يريدون ان
يحاربواfight الالبابintellects بالدسthrough intrigue
يحاربوا الالباب بالدس
They united as a hostile band, seeking to
To fight wisdom with foolishness.
combat intellects through intrigue.
I do not care if the people gather
لستI do not اباليcare about القومthe people فليجمعواso let them gather
لست ابالي القوم فليجمعوا
عليagainst me كلall الجنthe jinn والانسand humankind
علي كل الجن والانس
I care nothing for the people; let them rally
Against me all mankind and jinn.
all jinn and humankind against me.
By day they seem to be
تحسبهمyou deem them اماas for النهارdaytime عتلىbrutes (uncertain form)
تحسبهم اما النهار عتلى
ملائكاangels فيin حضرةthe presence of القدسholiness
ملائكا في حضرة القدس
By day you take them—brutes though they are—
Angels in the presence of holiness.
for angels in the holy presence.
But when night comes they are wolves,
وانand if اتىcomes الليلnight فهمthen they are اذؤبwolves
وان اتى الليل فهم اذؤب
والليلand night يومis the day of الاذؤبthe wolves الطلسthe dusky ones
والليل يوم الاذؤب الطلس
But when night comes, they are wolves;
And night is the time of treacherous wolves.
and night is the day of the dusky wolves.
They incline only toward their own kind,
لمnot ينزعواdid they gravitate الاexcept الىtoward مثلهمtheir own kind
لم ينزعوا الا الى مثلهم
كذلكlikewise الجنسa kind الىtoward الجنسa kind
كذلك الجنس الى الجنس
They gravitate only toward their own kind;
Each race to its own race.
so does kind draw toward kind.
Their ignorance is sedition
وانماand only اغراؤهمtheir incitement فتنةis strife
وانما اغراؤهم فتنة
كالنارlike fire تحتunder الحطبfirewood اليبسthe dry
كالنار تحت الحطب اليبس
Their incitement is nothing but strife,
Like fire beneath dry timber.
like fire beneath dry firewood.
Their stables must be swept,
لاno بدescape منfrom كنسsweeping لادرانهمof their filth
لا بد من كنس لادرانهم
لاnot تنظفis cleansed الارضthe earth بلاwithout كنسsweeping
لا تنظف الارض بلا كنس
Their filth must be swept away;
For the ground will not be cleaned without sweeping.
the earth cannot be cleansed without sweeping.
By God, the people are in need
تاللَهby God انindeed القومthe people فيin حاجةneed
تاللَه ان القوم في حاجة
الىof طيبa physician (apparently intended) حاذقskilled نطسdiscerning
الى طيب حاذق نطس
By God, the people are in need
Of a wise and adept perfume seller,
of a skilled, discerning physician,
Of a learned doctor who knows
الىof طبيبa physician علمهhis knowledge وافرabundant
الى طبيب علمه وافر
يعرفknows سيرthe course of اداءdisease (apparently intended) بالجسby palpation
يعرف سير اداء بالجس
of a physician whose knowledge is abundant,
How to treat by feeling the pulse,
who knows the course of disease by touch.
For there is no renaissance without freedom,
لانهضةno revival منfrom غيرother than حريةfreedom
لانهضة من غير حرية
فهيfor it منin relation to البنيانa building كالأسis like the foundation
فهي من البنيان كالأس
There is no revival without freedom,
It is like a building without a foundation.
for it is to a building as its foundation.
I despaired of my people until I almost
يئستI despaired منof قوميmy people حتىuntil لقدindeed
يئست من قومي حتى لقد
اوشكam close انto يقتلنيkilling me يأسيmy despair
اوشك ان يقتلني يأسي
I have despaired of my people so much that
Killed myself in despair.
my despair is close to killing me.
How many knotty problems I untied
كمhow many منof عويصa knotty problem كنتI was حلالهits solver
كم من عويص كنت حلاله
منfrom بعدafter ماthat محصهthoroughly examined it درسيmy study
من بعد ما محصه درسي
How many a knotty problem I have solved
After scrutinizing and studying them,
after my study had thoroughly sifted it!
I proved them after purifying them
اثبتهI recorded it منfrom بعدafter اخلاصهits purification
اثبته من بعد اخلاصه
حقيقةas a truth تلمعgleams فيon الطرسthe page
حقيقة تلمع في الطرس
I recorded it, once purified,
To be sparkling truths.
as a truth gleaming on the page.
I saw the fire on Mount Sinai
آنستI perceived فيon طورthe mountain of النهىreason نارهits fire
آنست في طور النهى ناره
والليلwhile night يلقىcasts الرعبterror فيinto النفسthe soul
والليل يلقى الرعب في النفس
I perceived its fire on the mountain of reason,
And the night that casts terror into the soul.
while night casts terror into the soul.
So I approached slowly, drawing near
فجئتهso I came to it ادنىdrawing closer الخطىthe steps قابساًseeking a flame
فجئته ادنى الخطى قابساً
ولمand did not اخفfear صعقيmy being thunderstruck لدىbeside القبسthe flame
ولم اخف صعقي لدى القبس
So I came to it with short steps, seeking a flame,
And did not fear being struck down by lightning.
and did not fear being thunderstruck beside the flame.
How many people came to me angry
وربand many a شخصperson جاءنيcame to me حانقاenraged
ورب شخص جاءني حانقا
لمnot يتبينdiscerned كنههhis true nature حدسيmy intuition
لم يتبين كنهه حدسي
And many a person came to me enraged,
Whose nature I could not discern at first,
whose true nature my intuition could not discern.
Until the light fell on their faces
قدhad وقعfallen الضوءthe light علىon وجههhis face
قد وقع الضوء على وجهه
فماyet not ازالdispelled الضوءthe light منany لبسambiguity
فما ازال الضوء من لبس
Light had fallen on his face,
And dispelled the ambiguity.
yet the light dispelled none of the ambiguity.
And blaming my love of the world which
وعائبand one who faults حبيmy love لدنياfor a world بهاin which
وعائب حبي لدنيا بها
احياI live وهلand is there فيin الحبlove منany رجسdefilement
احيا وهل في الحب من رجس
And someone faults my love for the world in which
I inhabit, but is there shame in love?
I live—but is there any defilement in love?
My world, I do not ever leave its youth,
دنيايmy world لاnot ابرحdo I cease صباenamored بهاof it
دنياي لا ابرح صبا بها
فانماfor only فيin ارضهاits earth غرسيmy planting
فانما في ارضها غرسي
My world—I never cease to be in love with it,
For in its land is my planting,
for in its soil alone is my planting;
In its night are my stars,
وانماand only فيin ليلهاits night انجميmy stars
وانما في ليلها انجمي
وانماand only فيin يومهاits day شمسيmy sun
وانما في يومها شمسي
and in its night alone are my stars,
And in its day is my sun.
and in its day alone is my sun.
If I live, through it is my transportation,
فانso if اعشI live كانwill be بهاin it نقلتيmy travels
فان اعش كان بها نقلتي
وانand if امتI die كانwill be بهاin it رمسيmy grave
وان امت كان بها رمسي
If I live, my travels will be within it;
And if I die, in it is my burial.
and if I die, my grave will be within it.
How often its stars have spoken to me
وطالماand how often قدindeed كلمتنيspoke to me بهاwithin it
وطالما قد كلمتني بها
انجمهاits stars بالسنwith tongues خرسmute
انجمها بالسن خرس
And how often, within it, I have been addressed
In old age though they are mute,
by its stars with voiceless tongues.
And how often its sun has risen
وطالماand how often قدindeed طلعتhas risen شمسهاits sun
وطالما قد طلعت شمسها
موحيةinspiring شعراpoetry الىinto نفسيmy soul
موحية شعرا الى نفسي
And how often its sun has risen,
Inspiring poetry in my soul,
inspiring poetry in my soul.
And how often its morning breeze
وطالماand how often نبهنيawoke me منfrom كرىslumber
وطالما نبهني من كرى
مالنسيمwhat the breeze has الصبحof morning منof همسwhispering
مالنسيم الصبح من همس
And how often I have been roused from slumber
Has awakened me from stupor with its whispers,
by the whisper of the morning breeze.
Reminding me of my days of youth
ذكرتI remembered اياميmy days بشرخin the bloom of الصباyouth
ذكرت ايامي بشرخ الصبا
اذwhen اناI was فيin لهوplay وفيand in انسcompanionship
اذ انا في لهو وفي انس
I remembered my days in the bloom of youth,
When I was in play and companionship,
when I lived in play and companionship,
When I and desires led me
اذwhen كنتI was والاهواءwhile passions تقتادنيled me along
اذ كنت والاهواء تقتادني
اصبحI was at dawn فيهاamid them غيرdifferent from ماwhat امسىI was at dusk
اصبح فيها غير ما امسى
when, with passions leading me,
And I would wake not as I slept.
amid them I was different at dawn from what I was at dusk.
It is curious that I did not forget it
منof عجبwonder انيthat I لمdid not انسهاforget them
من عجب اني لم انسها
وفيand in همومthe cares of النفسthe soul ماwhat ينسىmakes one forget
وفي هموم النفس ما ينسى
It is a wonder that I have not forgotten them,
Though cares of the soul are unforgettable,
though the soul has cares that make one forget.
And today it meets me as I strive
واليومand today تلقانيyou find me اسعىstriving الىtoward
واليوم تلقاني اسعى الى
سعديmy happiness فلاyet not القىdo I find سويother than نحسيmy misfortune
سعدي فلا القى سوي نحسي
And today you find me striving toward
For my happiness but find only my misery.
my happiness, yet finding only my misfortune.
Fate has long imprisoned me in distress—
اطالprolonged حبسيmy imprisonment الدهرTime فيin ضيقdistress
اطال حبسي الدهر في ضيق
ماذاwhat يريدwants الدهرTime منfrom حبسيmy imprisonment
ماذا يريد الدهر من حبسي
Time has long imprisoned me in distress;
What does fate want from imprisoning me?
what does Time want from my imprisonment?
Let it give me from its wine bitterness
اشربنيmade me drink منof خمرهits wine حسوةa sip
اشربني من خمره حسوة
وشحand begrudged انto يملأfill ليfor me كأسيmy cup
وشح ان يملأ لي كأسي
It made me drink a sip of its wine,
And suffice to fill my cup.
but grudged filling my cup for me.
The sin is my sin, that I chose
الذنبthe fault ذنبيis my fault اننيindeed I اخترتchose منof
الذنب ذنبي انني اخترت من
نفسيmyself رهبانيةthe monastic life of القسthe priest
نفسي رهبانية القس
The fault is mine: I chose
Asceticism from myself though I am no priest.
of my own accord the priest's monastic life.
Who will give me a brimming cup of bitter wine?
منwho ليfor me بكأسwith a cup مرةbitter ثرةbrimming
من لي بكأس مرة ثرة
فالفكرfor thought نارis fire وهيand it فيin رأسيmy head
فالفكر نار وهي في رأسي
Who will give me a bitter, brimming cup?
For thoughts are fire and it is in my head.
For thought is fire, and it is in my head.
I strive for my happiness outside myself
اسعىI strive الىtoward سعديmy happiness فيin خارجيwhat is outside me
اسعى الى سعدي في خارجي
وانماand only سعديmy happiness فيin نفسيmyself
وانما سعدي في نفسي
I seek my happiness outside myself,
Though my happiness is within myself.
yet my happiness is only within myself.
Partial English translation: 97 of 98 Arabic lines translated.