سَلِask الْفَلَكَthe celestial sphere الدَّوَّارَrevolving إِنْif كَانَit is يَنْطِقُspeaks
سَلِ الْفَلَكَ الدَّوَّارَ إِنْ كَانَ يَنْطِقُ
وَكَيْفَand how يُحِيرُreturns الْقَوْلَspeech أَخْرَسُa mute one مُطْرِقُhead bowed
وَكَيْفَ يُحِيرُ الْقَوْلَ أَخْرَسُ مُطْرِقُ
Ask the revolving celestial sphere whether it speaks.
Ask the revolving sky if it can speak,
And how can a mute one, head bowed, reply?
And how the mute, bowed one can confuse the word.
نُسائِلُهُwe question it عَنْabout شَأْنِهِits state وَهُوَwhile it is صَامِتٌsilent
نُسائِلُهُ عَنْ شَأْنِهِ وَهُوَ صَامِتٌ
وَنَخْبُرُand we probe مَاwhat فِيin نَفْسِهِits inner self وَهْوَwhile it is مُطْبَقُsealed shut
وَنَخْبُرُ مَا فِي نَفْسِهِ وَهْوَ مُطْبَقُ
We question it about its state, while it is silent,
We question it about its affair, and it is silent,
And probe what lies within it, while it is sealed shut.
We inform it of what is in its soul, and it is folded.
فَلاso neither سِرُّهُits secret يَبْدُوappears وَلاnor نَحْنُwe نَرْعَوِيdesist
فَلا سِرُّهُ يَبْدُو وَلا نَحْنُ نَرْعَوِي
وَلاnor شَأْوُهُits farthest reach يَدْنُوdraws near وَلاnor نَحْنُwe نَلْحَقُcatch up
وَلا شَأْوُهُ يَدْنُو وَلا نَحْنُ نَلْحَقُ
Its secret is not revealed, nor do we desist;
So neither its secret appears, nor do we perceive,
Nor does its farthest reach draw near, nor do we catch up.
Neither does its concern draw near, nor do we reach.
وَكَيْفَand how تَنَالُobtains النَّفْسُthe soul مِنْهُfrom it لُبَانَةًa cherished wish
وَكَيْفَ تَنَالُ النَّفْسُ مِنْهُ لُبَانَةً
وَأَقْرَبُand the nearest مَاwhat فِيهِin it عَنِfrom الظَّنِّconjecture أَسْحَقُmost remote
وَأَقْرَبُ مَا فِيهِ عَنِ الظَّنِّ أَسْحَقُ
And how can the soul gain from it what it desires,
And how can the soul gain intimacy from it
When even what is nearest in it lies far beyond conjecture?
When the nearest thing in it from supposition is most foolish?
فَضَاءٌan expanse يَرُدُّsends back الْعَيْنَthe eye حَسْرَىweary وَمَسْرَحٌand an arena
فَضَاءٌ يَرُدُّ الْعَيْنَ حَسْرَى وَمَسْرَحٌ
يَقُصُّclips جَنَاحَthe wing of الْفِكْرِthought وَهْوَwhile it is مُحَلِّقُsoaring
يَقُصُّ جَنَاحَ الْفِكْرِ وَهْوَ مُحَلِّقُ
An expanse that sends the eye back weary, and an arena
A space that returns the eye in sorrow and an open expanse
That clips thought's wing even as it soars.
That clips the wing of thought while it is hovering.
أَقَامَhas endured عَلَىin رَغْمِdefiance of الْفَنَاءِdestruction وَكُلُّand all مَاthat
أَقَامَ عَلَى رَغْمِ الْفَنَاءِ وَكُلُّ مَا
تَرَاهُyou see it عَلَىon وَجْهِthe face of الْبَسِيطَةِthe earth يَنْفُقُperishes
تَرَاهُ عَلَى وَجْهِ الْبَسِيطَةِ يَنْفُقُ
It has endured in defiance of destruction, while all that
It remained despite the erosion of oblivion, and everything
You see upon the face of the earth perishes.
You see on the face of the earth perishes.
فَكَمْso how many ثَلَّtoppled عَرْشَاًa throne وَاسْتَبَاحَand ravaged قَبِيلَةًa tribe
فَكَمْ ثَلَّ عَرْشَاً وَاسْتَبَاحَ قَبِيلَةً
وَفَرَّقَand scattered جَمْعَاًa gathering وَهْوَwhile it لاdoes not يَتَفَرَّقُbreak apart
وَفَرَّقَ جَمْعَاً وَهْوَ لا يَتَفَرَّقُ
How often it has toppled a throne and ravaged a tribe,
So it has ruined many a throne and ransacked many a tribe
And scattered a gathering, while it itself remains undivided!
And scattered many a gathering while it does not disperse.
تَحَسَّىsipped مَرَارَاتِbitter gall الْكُبُودِlivers فَلَمْand has not تَزَلْceased
تَحَسَّى مَرَارَاتِ الْكُبُودِ فَلَمْ تَزَلْ
بِهِon it صِبْغَةٌa stain مِنْfrom لَوْنِهَاtheir color فَهْوَso it is أَزْرَقُblue
بِهِ صِبْغَةٌ مِنْ لَوْنِهَا فَهْوَ أَزْرَقُ
It has sipped the bitter gall of livers, and there still remains
It has tasted the bitternesses of sorrows, so there remains
Upon it a stain of their color; thus it is blue.
Upon it a tinge from their color, thus it is blue.
نَهَارٌday وَلَيْلٌand night يَدْأَبَانِboth toil ceaselessly وَأَنْجُمٌand stars
نَهَارٌ وَلَيْلٌ يَدْأَبَانِ وَأَنْجُمٌ
تَغِيبُdisappear إِلَىuntil مِيقَاتِهَاtheir appointed time ثُمَّthen تَشْرُقُrise
تَغِيبُ إِلَى مِيقَاتِهَا ثُمَّ تَشْرُقُ
Day and night toil on, and stars
Day and night toil, and stars
Disappear until their appointed time, then rise.
Disappear to their appointed time, then rise.
تَرِفُّquiver كَزَهْرٍlike blossoms طَوَّحَتْهُhurled it عَوَاصِفٌstorms
تَرِفُّ كَزَهْرٍ طَوَّحَتْهُ عَوَاصِفٌ
بِلُجَّةِinto the depths of مَاءٍwater فَهْوَso it يَطْفُوfloats وَيَغْرَقُand sinks
بِلُجَّةِ مَاءٍ فَهْوَ يَطْفُو وَيَغْرَقُ
They quiver like blossoms that storms have hurled
It floats and sinks like a flower the storms have shaken
Into deep water, where they float and sink.
With a surge of water.
سَوَابِحُswimmers لاnot تَنْفَكُّcease تَجْرِيrun لِغَايَةٍtoward a goal
سَوَابِحُ لا تَنْفَكُّ تَجْرِي لِغَايَةٍ
يُقَصِّرُfalls short عَنْهَاof it الْكَاهِنُthe soothsayer الْمُتَعَمِّقُdeeply probing
يُقَصِّرُ عَنْهَا الْكَاهِنُ الْمُتَعَمِّقُ
Swimmers that never cease to run toward a goal
Swimmers that do not cease, flowing to some goal
Beyond the reach of the deeply probing soothsayer.
Which the delving priest falls short of.
فَيَاso, O أَيُّهَاyou السَّارِيnight traveler عَلَىwith غَيْرِno هُدْيَةٍguidance
فَيَا أَيُّهَا السَّارِي عَلَى غَيْرِ هُدْيَةٍ
رُوَيْدَاًslowly فَإِنَّfor indeed الْبَابَthe door دُونَكَbefore you مُغْلَقُclosed
رُوَيْدَاً فَإِنَّ الْبَابَ دُونَكَ مُغْلَقُ
So, you who travel by night without guidance,
So O you who travel without guidance,
Slow down, for the door before you is closed.
Go gently, for the door before you is closed.
أَتَحْسَبُdo you suppose أَنَّthat الظَّنَّconjecture يُدْرِكُgrasps بَعْضَsome of مَاwhat
أَتَحْسَبُ أَنَّ الظَّنَّ يُدْرِكُ بَعْضَ مَا
تُحَاوِلُهُyou seek it وَالظَّنُّand conjecture لِلْمَرْءِfor a person مُوبِقُruinous
تُحَاوِلُهُ وَالظَّنُّ لِلْمَرْءِ مُوبِقُ
Do you suppose conjecture can grasp some of what
Do you reckon the supposition can grasp some of what
You seek, though conjecture brings a person to ruin?
You attempt, though supposition for man is pernicious?
وَكَيْفَand how يَنَالُreaches الْحِسُّthe senses وَهْوَwhile it is مُحَدَّدٌlimited
وَكَيْفَ يَنَالُ الْحِسُّ وَهْوَ مُحَدَّدٌ
سَرِيرَةَthe inner secret of غَيْبٍthe unseen دُونَهَاbefore it الْحِسُّthe senses يَصْعَقُis stunned
سَرِيرَةَ غَيْبٍ دُونَهَا الْحِسُّ يَصْعَقُ
And how can the senses, limited as they are, reach
And how can the senses attain what is far off
The inner secret of the unseen, before which the senses are stunned?
When the senses are overwhelmed by the unseen?
فَلاso do not تَتَّبِعْfollow رَيْبَthe doubts of الظُّنُونِconjectures فَكُلُّfor all مَاthat
فَلا تَتَّبِعْ رَيْبَ الظُّنُونِ فَكُلُّ مَا
تَصَوَّرَهُhas imagined it الإِنْسَانُthe human being وَهْمٌan illusion مُلَفَّقُfabricated
تَصَوَّرَهُ الإِنْسَانُ وَهْمٌ مُلَفَّقُ
So do not follow doubtful conjectures, for all that
So do not pursue the suspicion of conjectures, for everything
Man has imagined is a fabricated illusion.
The human imagined is a fabricated fancy.
وَلاand do not تَحْسَبَنَّever suppose الْحَدْسَintuition يُدْرِكُgrasps مَاwhat نَأَىis distant
وَلا تَحْسَبَنَّ الْحَدْسَ يُدْرِكُ مَا نَأَى
فَمَاfor not كُلَّevery حِينٍtime قَائِفُthe tracker of الْحَدْسِintuition يَصْدُقُproves right
فَمَا كُلَّ حِينٍ قَائِفُ الْحَدْسِ يَصْدُقُ
And never suppose intuition grasps what lies afar;
And do not reckon intuition will attain what is remote,
For intuition's tracker does not prove right every time.
For not every time is the hunch of intuition truthful.
وَأَيْنَand where مِنَfrom الْمَخْلُوقِthe created being إِدْرَاكُcomprehension of حِكْمَةٍwisdom
وَأَيْنَ مِنَ الْمَخْلُوقِ إِدْرَاكُ حِكْمَةٍ
بِهَاby it يُنْشِئُcreates اللَّهُGod الْقُرُونَgenerations وَيَمْحَقُand annihilates
بِهَا يُنْشِئُ اللَّهُ الْقُرُونَ وَيَمْحَقُ
And how can a created being comprehend the wisdom
And how can the created being grasp the wisdom
By which God brings generations into being and annihilates them?
By which Allah creates generations and obliterates?
فَلَوْso if عَلِمَknew الإِنْسَانُthe human being حَالَةَthe state of نَفْسِهِhis own self
فَلَوْ عَلِمَ الإِنْسَانُ حَالَةَ نَفْسِهِ
كَفَاهُwould suffice him وَلَكِنَّand yet ابْنَthe son of آدَمَAdam أَخْرَقُfoolish
كَفَاهُ وَلَكِنَّ ابْنَ آدَمَ أَخْرَقُ
If man knew his own condition,
If man knew the state of his soul,
That would suffice him, yet the son of Adam is foolish.
It would suffice him, but the son of Adam is foolish.
إِذَاif الْمَرْءُa person لَمْdoes not يَمْلِكْrestrain بَوَادِرَthe impulses of وَهْمِهِhis fancy
إِذَا الْمَرْءُ لَمْ يَمْلِكْ بَوَادِرَ وَهْمِهِ
عَنِfrom الْقَوْلِspeaking فِيabout مَاwhat لَمْhas not يُفِدْlearned فَهْوَthen he is أَحْمَقُa fool
عَنِ الْقَوْلِ فِي مَا لَمْ يُفِدْ فَهْوَ أَحْمَقُ
If a man does not restrain the impulses of his fancy
When a person cannot restrain the delusions of his fancy
From speaking of what he has not learned, then he is a fool.
From speaking of what does not benefit, he is a fool.
فَإِيَّاكَso beware وَالدُّنْيَاand the world فَإِنَّfor indeed نَعِيمَهَاits bliss
فَإِيَّاكَ وَالدُّنْيَا فَإِنَّ نَعِيمَهَا
يَزُولُvanishes وَمَلْبُوسُand what is worn by الْجَدِيدَيْنِthe ever-new day and night يَخْلُقُgrows threadbare
يَزُولُ وَمَلْبُوسُ الْجَدِيدَيْنِ يَخْلُقُ
So beware the world, for its bliss
So beware of the world, for the bliss of it
Vanishes, and what the ever-new day and night wear grows threadbare.
Fades, and the newly dressed becomes worn.
فَإِنْso if هِيَit أَعْطَتْكَhas given you اللّيَانَgentleness فَإِنَّهَاthen indeed it
فَإِنْ هِيَ أَعْطَتْكَ اللّيَانَ فَإِنَّهَا
سَتَخْشُنُwill grow harsh مِنْfrom بَعْدِafter اللّيَانِgentleness وَتَخْرُقُand acts recklessly
سَتَخْشُنُ مِنْ بَعْدِ اللّيَانِ وَتَخْرُقُ
For if it has given you gentleness, then it
For if it gave you pleasure, it will afterwards
Will grow harsh after gentleness and act recklessly.
Become harsh after pleasure and tear.
فَلاso neither وُدُّهَاits affection يَبْقَىlasts وَلاnor صَفْوُthe serenity of عَيْشِهَاlife in it
فَلا وُدُّهَا يَبْقَى وَلا صَفْوُ عَيْشِهَا
يَدُومُendures وَلاnor مَوْعُودُهاwhat it promises يَتَحَقَّقُcomes true
يَدُومُ وَلا مَوْعُودُها يَتَحَقَّقُ
So its affection does not last, nor does the serenity of life in it
Neither its affection remains nor the purity of its life
Endure, nor does what it promises come true.
Endures, nor is its promise fulfilled.
فَكَمْso how often أَخْلَفَتْbroke وَعْدَاًa promise وَمَلَّتْand tired of صَحَابَةًcompanionship
فَكَمْ أَخْلَفَتْ وَعْدَاً وَمَلَّتْ صَحَابَةً
وَخَانَتْand betrayed وَفِيَّاًa loyal one فَهْيَfor it is بَلْهَاءُfoolish تَنْزَقُacts rashly
وَخَانَتْ وَفِيَّاً فَهْيَ بَلْهَاءُ تَنْزَقُ
How often it has broken a promise and tired of companionship,
So how it has reneged on promises and wearied of companions
And betrayed a loyal friend: it is foolish and impulsive.
And betrayed the loyal! It is a confused ruin.
وَكَيْفَand how يَعِيشُlives الدَّهْرَa lifetime خِلْواًfree مِنَfrom الأَسَىsorrow
وَكَيْفَ يَعِيشُ الدَّهْرَ خِلْواً مِنَ الأَسَى
سَقِيمٌan ailing one يُغَادَىis visited in the morning بِالْهُمومِby cares وَيُطْرَقُand is visited at night
سَقِيمٌ يُغَادَى بِالْهُمومِ وَيُطْرَقُ
And how can a lifetime be lived free from sorrow
And how can one live the ages free of sorrow
By an ailing man, visited by cares morning and night?
While the sick are treated with worries and are bowed?
لَعَمْرُby the life of أَبِيmy father إِنَّindeed الْحَيَاةَlife وَإِنْeven if صَفَتْbecame clear
لَعَمْرُ أَبِي إِنَّ الْحَيَاةَ وَإِنْ صَفَتْ
مَسَافَةَfor the span of يَوْمٍa day فَهْوَthen it is صَفْوٌclarity مُرَنَّقُclouded
مَسَافَةَ يَوْمٍ فَهْوَ صَفْوٌ مُرَنَّقُ
By my father's life, even if life is clear
By my father’s life, though life may last
For a day's span, its clarity is clouded.
But a day’s journey, even that is a squeezed purity!
فَفِيمَso why يَوَدُّdesires الْمَرْءُa person طُولَthe length of حَيَاتِهِhis life
فَفِيمَ يَوَدُّ الْمَرْءُ طُولَ حَيَاتِهِ
وَفِيand in طُولِهَاits length شَمْلُthe gathering of الْهَنَاءِhappiness مُفَرَّقُscattered
وَفِي طُولِهَا شَمْلُ الْهَنَاءِ مُفَرَّقُ
So why does a man desire a long life,
So why does man desire length of life
While, in its length, the gathering of happiness is scattered?
When in its length well-being is fragmented?
وَمَاand not الدَّهْرُtime إِلَّاexcept مُسْتَعِدٌready لِوَثْبَةٍfor a pounce
وَمَا الدَّهْرُ إِلَّا مُسْتَعِدٌ لِوَثْبَةٍ
فَحِذْرَكَso be on your guard مِنْهُagainst it فَهُوَfor it is غَضْبَانُangry مُطْرِقُhead bowed
فَحِذْرَكَ مِنْهُ فَهُوَ غَضْبَانُ مُطْرِقُ
And time is ever poised to pounce;
And what is time but lying in wait for a leap?
So beware of it: it is angry, with its head bowed.
So beware of it, for it is angry and bowed.
كَأَنَّas though هِلالَthe crescent of الأُفْقِthe horizon سَيْفٌa sword مُجَرَّدٌunsheathed
كَأَنَّ هِلالَ الأُفْقِ سَيْفٌ مُجَرَّدٌ
عَلَيْنَاagainst us بِهِwith it وَالنَّجْمَand the star سَهْمٌan arrow مُفَوَّقُnocked
عَلَيْنَا بِهِ وَالنَّجْمَ سَهْمٌ مُفَوَّقُ
As though the horizon's crescent were an unsheathed sword
As if the crescent of the horizon is a sword unsheathed
That it wields against us, and the star a nocked arrow.
Against us, and the stars are strung arrows!
أَبَادَannihilated بَنِيهِits sons ظَالِمَاًunjust غَيْرَnot رَاحِمٍmerciful
أَبَادَ بَنِيهِ ظَالِمَاً غَيْرَ رَاحِمٍ
فَيَاso, O عَجَبَاًwhat a wonder مِنْat وَالِدٍa father لَيْسَdoes not يُشْفِقُfeel compassion
فَيَا عَجَبَاً مِنْ وَالِدٍ لَيْسَ يُشْفِقُ
It has annihilated its sons, unjust and without mercy;
It destroyed its children wrongfully without mercy.
So what a wonder—a father who feels no compassion!
How strange is a parent who has no compassion!
فَلاso do not تَبْتَئِسْbe distressed بِالأَمْرِover the matter تَخْشَىyou fear وُقُوعَهُits occurrence
فَلا تَبْتَئِسْ بِالأَمْرِ تَخْشَى وُقُوعَهُ
فَقَدْfor perhaps يَأْمَنُis safe الإِنْسَانُa person مِنْfrom حَيثُwhere يَفْرَقُfeels afraid
فَقَدْ يَأْمَنُ الإِنْسَانُ مِنْ حَيثُ يَفْرَقُ
So do not grieve over an event you fear may happen;
So do not grieve for a matter fearing its occurrence,
For a person may find safety from the very quarter he fears.
For one may feel safe where he fears separation.
فَمَاfor not كُلُّall مَاthat تَهْوَاهُyou desire it يَأْتِيكَcomes to you بِالْمُنَىthrough wishes
فَمَا كُلُّ مَا تَهْوَاهُ يَأْتِيكَ بِالْمُنَى
وَلاnor كُلُّall مَاthat تَخْشَاهُyou fear it فِيin الْدَّهْرِtime يَطْرُقُcomes knocking
وَلا كُلُّ مَا تَخْشَاهُ فِي الْدَّهْرِ يَطْرُقُ
For not all you desire comes to you through wishing,
Not everything you desire comes to fruition,
Nor does all you fear in life come knocking.
Nor everything you fear in fate befalls you.
وَكُنْand be وَاثِقَاًtrusting بِاللَّهِin God فِيin كُلِّevery مِحْنَةٍtrial
وَكُنْ وَاثِقَاً بِاللَّهِ فِي كُلِّ مِحْنَةٍ
فَلَلَّهُfor surely God أَوْلَىmost entitled بِالْعِبَادِto the servants وَأَرْفَقُand gentlest
فَلَلَّهُ أَوْلَى بِالْعِبَادِ وَأَرْفَقُ
And trust in God in every trial,
And trust in God in every tribulation,
For God indeed has the greatest claim on His servants and is the gentlest.
For He is more worthy of servants and kinder.