فِيin ذِمَّةِthe keeping of اللهِGod وَفِيand in عَهْدِهِHis covenant
فِي ذِمَّةِ اللهِ وَفِي عَهْدِهِ
شَبَابُهُhis youth النَّاضِرُblooming فِيin لَحْدِهِhis grave
شَبَابُهُ النَّاضِرُ فِي لَحْدِهِ
In God's keeping and under His covenant
lies his blooming youth within his grave.
سَمَتْrose بِهِwith him عَنْabove مَوْقِفٍa predicament عِزّةُpride
سَمَتْ بِهِ عَنْ مَوْقِفٍ عِزّةُ
تَخْرُجُleads بِالَأرْشَدِeven the wisest عَنْaway from رُشْدِهِhis sound judgment
تَخْرُجُ بِالَأرْشَدِ عَنْ رُشْدِهِ
Pride raised him above his predicament—
pride that drives the wisest from his reason.
زَانَتْadorned لَهُfor him حَوْضَthe pool of الرّدَىdeath زِينَةًwith a beauty
زَانَتْ لَهُ حَوْضَ الرّدَى زِينَةً
تَظْمَأُstirs thirst بِالرّاوِيin the sated إلىfor وِرْدِهِits watering place
تَظْمَأُ بِالرّاوِي إلى وِرْدِهِ
It adorned death's pool for him with a beauty
that makes the sated thirst for its waters.
لَهْفِيmy anguish عَلَيْهِfor him يَوْمَthe day جَاشَsurged الأَسَىsorrow
لَهْفِي عَلَيْهِ يَوْمَ جَاشَ الأَسَى
بِهِwithin him وَفَاضَand overflowed الحُزْنُgrief عَنْbeyond حَدِّهِits bounds
بِهِ وَفَاضَ الحُزْنُ عَنْ حَدِّهِ
My anguish for him, the day sorrow surged
within him, and grief overflowed its bounds!
فَطَمَّthen overwhelmed كَالسَّيْلِlike a torrent عَلَىover صَبْرِهِhis patience
فَطَمَّ كَالسَّيْلِ عَلَى صَبْرِهِ
وَعَالَجَand wrestled with العَزْمَresolve إِلَىto the point of هَدِّهِshattering it
وَعَالَجَ العَزْمَ إِلَى هَدِّهِ
It overwhelmed his patience like a torrent
and wrestled his resolve until it shattered,
وَاكْتَسَحَand swept away الآمَالَhopes مَنْثُورَةًscattered
وَاكْتَسَحَ الآمَالَ مَنْثُورَةً
كَالوَرَقِlike petals السَّاقِطِfalling عَنْfrom وَرْدِهِhis rose
كَالوَرَقِ السَّاقِطِ عَنْ وَرْدِهِ
and swept away his hopes, scattered
like petals falling from his rose.
وَدَارَand whirled فِيin الغَوْرِthe depths بِمَاwith whatever كَانَthere was مِنْof
وَدَارَ فِي الغَوْرِ بِمَا كَانَ مِنْ
هَوَاهُhis passion أَوْor شَكْوَاهُhis lament أَوْor وَجْدِهِhis yearning
هَوَاهُ أَوْ شَكْوَاهُ أَوْ وَجْدِهِ
It whirled into the depths whatever there was of
his passion, his lament, or his yearning.
فَرَاحَso he went on لَاnot يَشْعُرُbeing aware إلّاexcept وَقَدْand already
فَرَاحَ لَا يَشْعُرُ إلّا وَقَدْ
أَلقَاهُflung him تَيارٌa current إلىto نِدهِits counterpart
أَلقَاهُ تَيارٌ إلى نِدهِ
So he went on, unaware, until
one current had flung him to its counterpart.
بَاغَتَهُsurprised him اليَأْسُdespair وَأَيُّand what امْرِيءٍman
بَاغَتَهُ اليَأْسُ وَأَيُّ امْرِيءٍ
يَقْدِرُcan فِيin حَالٍany circumstance عَلَىto رَدِّهِrepel it
يَقْدِرُ فِي حَالٍ عَلَى رَدِّهِ
Despair surprised him—and what man
can ever manage to repel it?
وَاليَأْسُand despair إِنْif فَاجَأَsurprises ذَاone possessing مَرَّةٍstrength
وَاليَأْسُ إِنْ فَاجَأَ ذَا مَرَّةٍ
دَوَّخَdizzied ذَاthe possessor of المِرَّةِstrength عَنْaway from قَصْدِهِhis purpose
دَوَّخَ ذَا المِرَّةِ عَنْ قَصْدِهِ
And when despair surprises a man of strength,
it reels that strong man from his purpose.
طَيْفٌa specter بِلاwithout ظِلٍّa shadow كَتُومُsecretive of الخُطَىfootsteps
طَيْفٌ بِلا ظِلٍّ كَتُومُ الخُطَى
مَنْwhoever يَعْتَرِضْcrosses مَسْلَكَهُits path يُرْدِهِit kills him
مَنْ يَعْتَرِضْ مَسْلَكَهُ يُرْدِهِ
A shadowless specter, secretive of step—
whoever crosses its path, it strikes him dead.
مُنْتَعِلُshod in البَرْقِlightning خَفِيُّstealthy in السُّرَىnight travel
مُنْتَعِلُ البَرْقِ خَفِيُّ السُّرَى
يُصِمُّdeafens بِالرَّعْدَةِwith a shudder عَنْto رَعْدِهِits thunder
يُصِمُّ بِالرَّعْدَةِ عَنْ رَعْدِهِ
Shod in lightning, stealthy in its nightly journey,
it deafens with a shudder to its thunder.
مَهْلكَةُthe destruction of الآسَادِlions فِيin نَابِهِits fang
مَهْلكَةُ الآسَادِ فِي نَابِهِ
وَصَرْعَةُand the overthrow of الأَطْوَادِmountains فِيin زَنْدِهِits forearm
وَصَرْعَةُ الأَطْوَادِ فِي زَنْدِهِ
The destruction of lions lies in its fang,
and the overthrow of mountains in its forearm.
كُلُّall قُوَىthe forces of التَّشْتِيتِscattering فِيin لِينِهِits softness
كُلُّ قُوَى التَّشْتِيتِ فِي لِينِهِ
وَكُّلُّand all بَطْشِthe violence of البَيْنِseparation فِيin شَدِّهِits grip
وَكُّلُّ بَطْشِ البَيْنِ فِي شَدِّهِ
All scattering forces lie in its softness,
and all parting's violence in its grip.
يُلابِسُclings to الجِسْمَthe body وَيَغْشَىand shrouds الحَشَىthe heart
يُلابِسُ الجِسْمَ وَيَغْشَى الحَشَى
وَيَمْلأُand fills الهَامَةَthe head مِنْwith وَقْدِهِits blaze
وَيَمْلأُ الهَامَةَ مِنْ وَقْدِهِ
It clings to the body and shrouds the heart,
and fills the head with its blaze.
فَالمُبْتَلَىso the afflicted one فِيin حُلُمِa dream مُوهِنٍenfeebling
فَالمُبْتَلَى فِي حُلُمِ مُوهِنٍ
مُوهٍdebilitating يَكِلُّwearies العَزْمَresolve عَنْfrom صَدِّهِrepelling it
مُوهٍ يَكِلُّ العَزْمَ عَنْ صَدِّهِ
Thus the afflicted lies in an enfeebling dream,
debilitating, leaving resolve too weary to repel it:
حُلْمٍa dream هُلامِيُّformless in اللَّظَىflame فَاجِعٍdevastating
حُلْمٍ هُلامِيُّ اللَّظَى فَاجِعٍ
يَبْلُغُreaches مِنْهُin him مُنْتَهَىthe utmost limit of جَهْدِهِhis endurance
يَبْلُغُ مِنْهُ مُنْتَهَى جَهْدِهِ
a dream of formless flame, devastating,
that taxes him to the utmost of his endurance.
حَتَّىuntil إِذَاwhen مَا(emphasis) امْتَصَّsucked out مِنْهُfrom him النُّهَىreason
حَتَّى إِذَا مَا امْتَصَّ مِنْهُ النُّهَى
فِيin مُسْتَطِيلِthe prolonged stretch of الجُنْحِnight-darkness مُسْوَدِّهِits blackened gloom
فِي مُسْتَطِيلِ الجُنْحِ مُسْوَدِّهِ
Until, when it has sucked the reason from him
in the prolonged, blackened darkness of night,
أَطْلِقْهُrelease him مِنْfrom حَالِقٍa towering height ذَاهِلاًbewildered
أَطْلِقْهُ مِنْ حَالِقٍ ذَاهِلاً
فِيin نِيلِهِhis Nile يَهْلِكُhe perishes أَوْor سِنْدِهِhis Indus
فِي نِيلِهِ يَهْلِكُ أَوْ سِنْدِهِ
release him, bewildered, from a towering height,
to perish in his Nile or his Indus,
مُفَارِقاًleaving behind غُرَّthe bright ones of أَمَانِيهِhis hopes
مُفَارِقاً غُرَّ أَمَانِيهِ
أَوْor مُوتِمَorphaning الأَطْهَارِthe innocent ones مِنْamong وَلْدِهِhis children
أَوْ مُوتِمَ الأَطْهَارِ مِنْ وَلْدِهِ
leaving behind his bright hopes,
or orphaning the innocent among his children.
وَاهاًah لِمَبْكِيٍّfor one mourned عَلَىfor فَضْلِهِhis excellence
وَاهاً لِمَبْكِيٍّ عَلَى فَضْلِهِ
مُفْتَقِدِmissed by الآدَابِliterature فِيin فَقْدِهِhis loss
مُفْتَقِدِ الآدَابِ فِي فَقْدِهِ
Ah, for one mourned for his excellence,
whose loss leaves literature bereft!
صِيدَwas fished out مِنَfrom المَاءِthe water وَلَوْand had أَنْصَفُواthey been just
صِيدَ مِنَ المَاءِ وَلَوْ أَنْصَفُوا
لَظَلَّhe would have remained فِيin المَاءِthe water عَلَىaccording to وُدِّهِhis wish
لَظَلَّ فِي المَاءِ عَلَى وُدِّهِ
He was fished from the water; had they been just,
he would have stayed in the water, as he wished,
يَهُزُّهُrocks him المَوْجُthe waves رَفِيقاًgently بِهِwith him
يَهُزُّهُ المَوْجُ رَفِيقاً بِهِ
كَمَاjust as يُهَزُّis rocked الطِّفْلُa child فِيin مَهْدِهِhis cradle
كَمَا يُهَزُّ الطِّفْلُ فِي مَهْدِهِ
the waves rocking him tenderly,
as a child is rocked in his cradle.
مَضَىpassed away نَقِيَّpure in الجِسْمِbody وَالبُرْدِand robe لاno
مَضَى نَقِيَّ الجِسْمِ وَالبُرْدِ لا
فِيin جِسْمِهِhis body لَوْثٌa stain وَلاnor بُرْدِهِhis robe
فِي جِسْمِهِ لَوْثٌ وَلا بُرْدِهِ
He passed away pure in body and robe, with no
stain upon his body or his robe.
مَاnot ضُرِّجَتْwere drenched بِالدَّمِin blood أَثْوَابُهُhis clothes
مَا ضُرِّجَتْ بِالدَّمِ أَثْوَابُهُ
وَلاnor وَرَىflared الصَّادِعُthe rending spark مِنْfrom زِنْدِهِhis fire-stick
وَلا وَرَى الصَّادِعُ مِنْ زِنْدِهِ
His clothes were not drenched in blood,
nor did the rending spark flare from his fire-stick.
مُبْتَرِداًcooling himself بِالمَاءِwith water فِيin نَفْسِهِhis soul
مُبْتَرِداً بِالمَاءِ فِي نَفْسِهِ
شُغْلٌa preoccupation عَنِaway from المَاءِthe water وَعَنْand from بَرْدِهِits cold
شُغْلٌ عَنِ المَاءِ وَعَنْ بَرْدِهِ
Cooling himself in water, his soul was
preoccupied, heedless of the water and its cold.
مَاتَdied مُرَجًّىfull of promise فِيin اقْتِبَالِthe onset of الصِّبَاyouth
مَاتَ مُرَجًّى فِي اقْتِبَالِ الصِّبَا
يَاO خَيْبَةَthe failure of الدُّنْيَاthe world وَلَمْand did not تَفْدِهِsave him
يَا خَيْبَةَ الدُّنْيَا وَلَمْ تَفْدِهِ
He died, full of promise, in youth's first bloom.
O the world's failure—it did not save him!
طَلَّقَهَاhe divorced her زَلاَّءَflat-hipped لَمْdid not تَرْعَhonor مَاwhat
طَلَّقَهَا زَلاَّءَ لَمْ تَرْعَ مَا
آثَرَhe wished أَنْthat تَرْعَاهُshe honor it مِنْof عَهْدِهِhis covenant
آثَرَ أَنْ تَرْعَاهُ مِنْ عَهْدِهِ
He divorced her, flat-hipped, for she had not honored what
he wished her to honor of his covenant.
وَلَمْand did not يُفَارِقْpart with بِمُنَاءاتِهَاby distancing himself from her
وَلَمْ يُفَارِقْ بِمُنَاءاتِهَا
سِوَىexcept أَذَاهَاher harm وَسِوَىand except سُهْدِهِhis sleeplessness
سِوَى أَذَاهَا وَسِوَى سُهْدِهِ
By distancing himself from her, he parted with nothing
but her harm and his own sleeplessness.
مَاhow كَانَwas أَدْنَىlow العَيْشَlife عَنْbeside رَأْيِهِhis vision
مَا كَانَ أَدْنَى العَيْشَ عَنْ رَأْيِهِ
وَأَضْيَقَand how narrow الأَرْضِthe earth عَلَىfor جُهْدِهِhis striving
وَأَضْيَقَ الأَرْضِ عَلَى جُهْدِهِ
How low was life beside his vision,
and how narrow the earth for his striving!
وَكَانَand was أَوْفَاهُhow faithful he was لِمَحْبُوبِهِto his beloved
وَكَانَ أَوْفَاهُ لِمَحْبُوبِهِ
لَوْلاwere it not for انْحِطَاطُthe falling short of العُمْرِlife عَنْof قَصْدِهِhis purpose
لَوْلا انْحِطَاطُ العُمْرِ عَنْ قَصْدِهِ
And how faithful he would have been to his beloved,
had life not fallen short of his purpose!
فَرُبَّfor perhaps رَسْمٍa portrait بَاتَlay overnight فِيin جَيْبِهِhis pocket
فَرُبَّ رَسْمٍ بَاتَ فِي جَيْبِهِ
وَعَنْand from ذَاكَthat الرَّسْمِportrait فِيin كِبْدِهِhis heart
وَعَنْ ذَاكَ الرَّسْمِ فِي كِبْدِهِ
For a portrait may have lain overnight in his pocket,
and from that portrait, within his heart,
هَوَىa love أَبَىrefused دَارَthe realm of التَّنَاهِيfinitude لَهُfor him
هَوَى أَبَى دَارَ التَّنَاهِي لَهُ
دَاراًas a home فَرَقَّاهُso raised him إِلَىto خُلْدِهِits eternity
دَاراً فَرَقَّاهُ إِلَى خُلْدِهِ
was a love that refused the finite world as his
home, and raised him to its eternity.
مَاnot مَاتَhe died بَلْrather نَامhe slept أَلَمْhave you not تَنْظُرُواlooked
مَا مَاتَ بَلْ نَام أَلَمْ تَنْظُرُوا
إِليat احْمِرَارِthe redness of الوَرْدِroses فِيin خَدِّهِhis cheek
إِلي احْمِرَارِ الوَرْدِ فِي خَدِّهِ
He is not dead, but sleeping—have you not looked
at the roses' redness in his cheek?
مَاnot مَاتَhe died بَلْrather نَامhe slept أَلَمْhave you not تُبْصِرُواseen
مَا مَاتَ بَلْ نَام أَلَمْ تُبْصِرُوا
لَيَانَةَthe suppleness of المَعطِفِthe body's curves فِيin قَدِّهِhis figure
لَيَانَةَ المَعطِفِ فِي قَدِّهِ
He is not dead, but sleeping—have you not seen
the supple curves of his frame?
نَامَhe slept عَنِaway from الدَّهْرِTime الخَؤُونِtreacherous الَّذِيwhich
نَامَ عَنِ الدَّهْرِ الخَؤُونِ الَّذِي
فِيin هَزْلِهِits jesting الغَدْرُtreachery وَفِيand in جِدِّهِits earnestness
فِي هَزْلِهِ الغَدْرُ وَفِي جِدِّهِ
He sleeps apart from treacherous Time, which
is faithless in its jesting and its earnestness;
عَنْaway from قَاتِلِthe slayer of النُّبْلِnobility عَدُوِّthe enemy of الحِجَىreason
عَنْ قَاتِلِ النُّبْلِ عَدُوِّ الحِجَى
مُظْمِيءِkeeping thirsty نصْلِthe blade of السَّيْفِthe sword فِيin غِمْدِهِits sheath
مُظْمِيءِ نصْلِ السَّيْفِ فِي غِمْدِهِ
apart from the slayer of nobility, the foe of reason,
that keeps the sword's blade thirsty in its sheath;
عَنْaway from صَادِقِtruthful in الرَّمْزِgestures بِإِبْعَادِهِthrough its rejection
عَنْ صَادِقِ الرَّمْزِ بِإِبْعَادِهِ
وَكَاذَبَand false in الإَيْمَانِpledged faith فِيin وَعْدِهِits promise
وَكَاذَبَ الإَيْمَانِ فِي وَعْدِهِ
apart from what gestures truthfully in its rejection,
yet is false in its pledged faith when it promises;
عَنْaway from مُغْرِقِdrowning العَالِمِthe learned man فِيin بُؤْسِهِhis misery
عَنْ مُغْرِقِ العَالِمِ فِي بُؤْسِهِ
وَمُغْرِقِand drowning الجَاهِلِthe ignorant man فِيin سَعْدِهِhis good fortune
وَمُغْرِقِ الجَاهِلِ فِي سَعْدِهِ
apart from what drowns the learned man in his misery,
and drowns the ignorant man in his good fortune;
عَنْaway from ظَالِمِwronging القَاصِدِthe upright فِيin حُكْمِهِits judgment
عَنْ ظَالِمِ القَاصِدِ فِي حُكْمِهِ
وَفَاطِمِand weaning المَاجِدِthe noble man عَنْfrom مَجْدِهِhis glory
وَفَاطِمِ المَاجِدِ عَنْ مَجْدِهِ
apart from what wrongs the upright in its judgment,
and weans the noble man from his glory.
بِنْتَyou departed حَكِيماًa wise man فَاسْتَرِحْso rest نَاسِياًforgetting
بِنْتَ حَكِيماً فَاسْتَرِحْ نَاسِياً
مَاwhatever نِلْتَyou received مِنْof خَيْرٍgood وَمِنْand of ضِدِّهِits opposite
مَا نِلْتَ مِنْ خَيْرٍ وَمِنْ ضِدِّهِ
You departed a wise man; rest now, forgetting
whatever you received of good and its opposite,
لاno سُبَّةًinsult تَخْشَىyou fear وَلاand no شُبْهَةًsuspicion
لا سُبَّةً تَخْشَى وَلا شُبْهَةً
مِنْfrom سُقْمَاءِthose sick in الرَّأْيِjudgment أَوْor رُمْدِهِits bleary-eyed ones
مِنْ سُقْمَاءِ الرَّأْيِ أَوْ رُمْدِهِ
with no insult to fear, nor any suspicion
from the sick or bleary-eyed in judgment.
أَقَالَكَhas pardoned you الحَقُّTruth فَمَاfor no عَاثِرٌstumbler
أَقَالَكَ الحَقُّ فَمَا عَاثِرٌ
مَنْhe whose كَانَتْwas العَثْرَةُthe stumble فِيin جِدِّهِhis earnest striving
مَنْ كَانَتْ العَثْرَةُ فِي جِدِّهِ
Truth has pardoned you; no one is a stumbler
whose stumble came through earnest striving.
مَنْwhoever ذَلَّwas humbled فَلْيُولِكَthen let him grant you مِنْsome of عُذْرِهِhis forbearance
مَنْ ذَلَّ فَلْيُولِكَ مِنْ عُذْرِهِ
أَوْor عَزَّwas exalted فَلْيُولِكَthen let him grant you مِنْsome of حَمْدِهِhis praise
أَوْ عَزَّ فَلْيُولِكَ مِنْ حَمْدِهِ
Whoever was humbled, let him grant you some forbearance;
or was exalted, let him grant you some praise.
سَقَاكَwatered you دَمْعِيmy tears نَضْحَةًa sprinkling صُنْتُهَاI reserved it
سَقَاكَ دَمْعِي نَضْحَةً صُنْتُهَا
إِلاَّexcept عَنِfrom الوَافِيthe faithful one وَعَنْand from وُدِّهِhis affection
إِلاَّ عَنِ الوَافِي وَعَنْ وُدِّهِ
My tears watered you—a sprinkling I reserved
for none but the faithful and his affection,
وَعَنْand from عَظِيمِone noble in الخُلْقِcharacter مُسْتَنِّهِits path
وَعَنْ عَظِيمِ الخُلْقِ مُسْتَنِّهِ
وَعَنْand from قَوِيمِone upright in الفِكْرِthought مُسْتَدِّهِits straight course
وَعَنْ قَوِيمِ الفِكْرِ مُسْتَدِّهِ
and for one noble in character and the path it takes,
and for one upright in thought and the course it follows.
وَاللهُand God رَاعِيكَyour keeper أَلَيْسَis not الَّذِيthat which
وَاللهُ رَاعِيكَ أَلَيْسَ الَّذِي
جَاءَكَcame to you فِيin الحَالَيْنِboth states مِنْfrom عِنْدِهِHis presence
جَاءَكَ فِي الحَالَيْنِ مِنْ عِنْدِهِ
And God is your keeper—is not what
befell you in both states from Him?
Translation model: Sol 6.1