حَمِدتُI praised إِلهيmy God بَعدَafter عُروَةَUrwah إِذwhen نَجاescaped
حَمِدتُ إِلهي بَعدَ عُروَةَ إِذ نَجا
خِراشٌKhirash وَبَعضُand some الشَرِّevil أَهوَنُless grievous مِنthan بَعضِothers
خِراشٌ وَبَعضُ الشَرِّ أَهوَنُ مِن بَعضِ
I praised my God, after Urwah, for the escape of
I praised my God after hardship when I was saved
Khirash—and some evils are easier to bear than others.
Some scratches and some evil is easier than other evil
فَوَاللَهِso, by God لاnot أَنسىI forget قَتيلاًa slain man رُزِئتُهُI was bereaved of him
فَوَاللَهِ لا أَنسى قَتيلاً رُزِئتُهُ
بِجانِبِbeside قَوسِيَQawsa ماas long as مَشيتُI walk عَلىupon الأَرضِthe earth
بِجانِبِ قَوسِيَ ما مَشيتُ عَلى الأَرضِ
So, by God, I shall not forget a slain man whose loss I suffered,
By Allah, I will not forget a slain man whom I mocked
beside Qawsa, as long as I walk upon the earth.
Beside my bow as long as I walked upon the earth
بَلىyes إِنَّهاindeed, it تَعفوheal الكُلومُthe wounds وَإِنَّماand only
بَلى إِنَّها تَعفو الكُلومُ وَإِنَّما
نُوَكَّلُwe are preoccupied بِالأَدنىwith the nearest وَإِنand even if جَلَّwas great ماwhat يَمضيpasses
نُوَكَّلُ بِالأَدنى وَإِن جَلَّ ما يَمضي
Yes, indeed, wounds heal; and it is only
Yes, rancors do fade, but we are tasked with the lesser
the nearest grief that preoccupies us, however great what has passed.
Though time may pass and much goes by
وَلَمand did not أَدرِI know مِنwho أَلقىcast عَلَيهِover him رِداءَهُhis cloak
وَلَم أَدرِ مِن أَلقى عَلَيهِ رِداءَهُ
وَلكِنَّهُbut he قَدindeed سُلَّwas drawn forth مِنfrom ماجِدٍa noble man مَحضِpure
وَلكِنَّهُ قَد سُلَّ مِن ماجِدٍ مَحضِ
And I did not know who cast his cloak over him,
I did not know who I cast my robe upon
but he was drawn forth from a man of pure nobility.
But he was one noble and pure
وَلَمand not يَكُhe was مَثلوجَsluggish الفُؤادِthe heart مُهَبَّجاًbloated
وَلَم يَكُ مَثلوجَ الفُؤادِ مُهَبَّجاً
أَضاعَwasted الشَبابَyouth فيin الرَبيلَةِfatness وَالخَفضِand ease
أَضاعَ الشَبابَ في الرَبيلَةِ وَالخَفضِ
Nor was he a sluggish-hearted, bloated man
He was not one with a heart melted, lost
who squandered his youth in fatness and ease.
Who wasted youth in vanity and humbleness
وَلكِنَّهُbut he قَدindeed نازَعَتهُcontended with him مَخامِصٌbouts of hunger
وَلكِنَّهُ قَد نازَعَتهُ مَخامِصٌ
عَلىdespite أَنَّهُhis being ذوpossessed of مِرَّةٍstrength صادِقُunfailing النَهضِspringing up
عَلى أَنَّهُ ذو مِرَّةٍ صادِقُ النَهضِ
But bouts of hunger had wrestled with him,
But he was one who was torn by calamities
though he was strong, unfailing in springing up.
As one firm, honest in purpose
كَأَنَّهُمُas though they يَشَّبَّثونَcling بِطائِرٍto a bird
كَأَنَّهُمُ يَشَّبَّثونَ بِطائِرٍ
خَفيفِlight المُشاشِthe joints عَظمُهُits bones غَيرُnot ذيpossessing نَحضِflesh
خَفيفِ المُشاشِ عَظمُهُ غَيرُ ذي نَحضِ
It was as though they were clutching at a bird,
As if they clung to a bird
light in its joints, its bones without flesh.
Of delicate frame, its bones without bulk
يُبادِرُit races قُربَthe approach of اللَيلِthe night فَهُوَso it is مُهابِذٌswift-moving
يُبادِرُ قُربَ اللَيلِ فَهُوَ مُهابِذٌ
يَحُثُّit urges on الجَناحَthe wing بِالتَبَسُّطِby spreading وَالقَبضِand drawing in
يَحُثُّ الجَناحَ بِالتَبَسُّطِ وَالقَبضِ
It races the approach of night, darting swiftly,
It hastens at night's approach so it is a departer
urging its wing on by spreading it and drawing it in.
Flapping wings opening and closing