نِعْمَhow excellent المُعِيْنُthe aid عَلَىin الآدَابِliterature وَالحِكَمِand maxims
نِعْمَ المُعِيْنُ عَلَى الآدَابِ وَالحِكَمِ
صَحَائِفٌpages حُلُكُdeeply black الأَلْوَانِthe colors كَالظُّلَمِlike darkness
صَحَائِفٌ حُلُكُ الأَلْوَانِ كَالظُّلَمِ
What an excellent aid to literature and maxims:
A great aid for manners and wisdom
pages, black in hue as darkness.
Pages of varied hues like the darkness
لاَnot تَسْتَمِدُّthey draw مِدَادَاًink غَيْرَother than صِبْغَتِهَاtheir pigment
لاَ تَسْتَمِدُّ مِدَادَاً غَيْرَ صِبْغَتِهَا
فَسِرُّso the secret ذِيof one possessing الَّلبِّintellect فِيْهَاwithin them جِدُّvery مُكْتَتَمِconcealed
فَسِرُّ ذِي الَّلبِّ فِيْهَا جِدُّ مُكْتَتَمِ
They draw no ink other than their own pigment,
They draw no ink but their own dye
so the wise person's secret is deeply concealed within them.
The secret of the heartfelt is locked within
خَفَّتْthey were light وَجَفَّتْand were dry فَلَمْso not يَدْنَسْbecame soiled لِحَامِلِهَاfor their bearer
خَفَّتْ وَجَفَّتْ فَلَمْ يَدْنَسْ لِحَامِلِهَا
ثَوْبٌa garment وَلَمْand not يَخْشَhe feared فِيْهَاon them نَبْوَةَskipping القَلَمِthe pen
ثَوْبٌ وَلَمْ يَخْشَ فِيْهَا نَبْوَةَ القَلَمِ
They were light and dry, so they left unstained their bearer's
Light yet tough, unsullied by their holder
garment; nor did he fear the pen's skipping on them.
A robe unmarred by flaws of the pen
وَأَمْكَنَand was possible for الْمَحْوُerasure فِيْهَاon them الكَفَّthe hand فَاتَّسَعَتْso they had room
وَأَمْكَنَ الْمَحْوُ فِيْهَا الكَفَّ فَاتَّسَعَتْ
لِمَاfor what تَضَمَّنُthey contain مِنْof نَثْرٍprose وَمُنْتَظِمِand metrical verse
لِمَا تَضَمَّنُ مِنْ نَثْرٍ وَمُنْتَظِمِ
And erasure on them was within the hand's power, so they had room
Erasing possible by palm so they expanded
for whatever they contain of prose and metrical verse.
For the prose and verse contained herein
حَلَّيْتُهَاI adorned them بِلُجَيْنٍwith silver وَانْتَخَبْتُand I selected لَهَاfor them
حَلَّيْتُهَا بِلُجَيْنٍ وَانْتَخَبْتُ لَهَا
وِقَايَةًa protective cover مِنْof ذَكِيِّfragrant العُودِwood لاَnot الأَدَمِleather
وِقَايَةً مِنْ ذَكِيِّ العُودِ لاَ الأَدَمِ
I adorned them with silver and selected for them
Adorned with aloeswood, I picked for them
a protective cover of fragrant wood, not leather.
Protection from the witty, not the clumsy
فَالْكُمُّso the sleeve يَعْبَقُis fragrant مِنْهَاfrom them حِيْنَwhen تُودِعُهُyou place them in it
فَالْكُمُّ يَعْبَقُ مِنْهَا حِيْنَ تُودِعُهُ
عَرْفَاًfragrance تَنَسَّمُyou inhale فِيْهَاthrough them أَطْيَبَthe sweetest النَّسَمِbreezes
عَرْفَاً تَنَسَّمُ فِيْهَا أَطْيَبَ النَّسَمِ
So the sleeve grows fragrant from them when you place them in it,
So musk scents them when you entrust
with fragrance; through them you inhale the sweetest breezes.
A fragrance you inhale, the sweetest breeze
لَوْif كُنَّthey had been أَلْوَاحَtablets مُوسَىMoses يَوْمَon the day يُغْضِبُهُangers him
لَوْ كُنَّ أَلْوَاحَ مُوسَى يَوْمَ يُغْضِبُهُ
هَارُونُAaron لَمْnot يُلْقِهَاhe cast them down خَوْفَاًfor fear مِنَof النَّدَمِregret
هَارُونُ لَمْ يُلْقِهَا خَوْفَاً مِنَ النَّدَمِ
Had they been Moses's tablets on the day he was angered
If Moses’ tablets, when Aaron angers him
by Aaron, he would not have cast them down, for fear of regret.
He would not have thrown them, fearing regret