بَكَيْتُI wept عَلِيَّاًAli إِذْwhen مَضَىhe departed لِسَبيلِهِon his way
بَكَيْتُ عَلِيَّاً إِذْ مَضَى لِسَبيلِهِ
بِعَيْنٍwith an eye تَكَادُnearly الرُّوحُthe soul فِيin دَمْعِهَاits tears تَجْرِيflows
بِعَيْنٍ تَكَادُ الرُّوحُ فِي دَمْعِهَا تَجْرِي
I wept for Ali when he went his way,
with an eye in whose tears the soul almost flows.
وَإِنِّيand indeed I لأَدْرِيI surely know أَنَّthat حُزْنيmy grief لاnot يَفِيis adequate
وَإِنِّي لأَدْرِي أَنَّ حُزْني لا يَفِي
بِرُزْئِيfor my loss وَلَكِنْand yet لاno سَبِيلَway إِلَىto الصَّبْرِpatience
بِرُزْئِي وَلَكِنْ لا سَبِيلَ إِلَى الصَّبْرِ
And I know full well that my grief cannot do justice
to my loss; yet there is no path to patience.
وَكَيْفَand how أَذُودُI keep back الْقَلْبَthe heart عَنْfrom حَسَرَاتِهِits sorrows
وَكَيْفَ أَذُودُ الْقَلْبَ عَنْ حَسَرَاتِهِ
وَأَهْوَنُand the least severe مَاwhat أَلْقَاهُI endure it يَصْدَعُmakes cracks فِيin الصَّخْرِthe rock
وَأَهْوَنُ مَا أَلْقَاهُ يَصْدَعُ فِي الصَّخْرِ
And how can I keep my heart from its sorrows,
when even the least of what I endure cracks rock?
يَلُومُونَنِيthey blame me إِنِّيindeed I تَجَاوَزْتُI went too far فِيin الْبُكَاweeping
يَلُومُونَنِي إِنِّي تَجَاوَزْتُ فِي الْبُكَا
وَهَلْand is there لاِمْرِئٍfor a man لَمْdid not يَبْكِweep فِيin الحُزْنِgrief مِنْany عُذْرِexcuse
وَهَلْ لاِمْرِئٍ لَمْ يَبْكِ فِي الحُزْنِ مِنْ عُذْرِ
They blame me for going too far in weeping;
and is there any excuse for a man who has not wept in grief?
إِذَاif الْمَرْءُthe person لَمْdoes not يَفْرَحْrejoice وَيَحْزَنْand grieve لِنِعْمَةٍat a blessing
إِذَا الْمَرْءُ لَمْ يَفْرَحْ وَيَحْزَنْ لِنِعْمَةٍ
وَبُؤْسٍand misery فَلاthen not يُرْجَىis looked to لِنَفْعٍfor benefit وَلاand not ضَرِّharm
وَبُؤْسٍ فَلا يُرْجَى لِنَفْعٍ وَلا ضَرِّ
If a man neither rejoices in blessing nor grieves
in misery, neither benefit nor harm can be expected of him.
وَمَاand not كُنْتُI was لَوْلاwere it not for قِسْمَةُthe allotment اللَّهِGod فِيamong الْوَرَىhumankind
وَمَا كُنْتُ لَوْلا قِسْمَةُ اللَّهِ فِي الْوَرَى
لأَصْبِرَI would endure لَكِنَّاbut we إِلَىtoward غَايَةٍan end نَسْرِيwe journey by night
لأَصْبِرَ لَكِنَّا إِلَى غَايَةٍ نَسْرِي
And, were it not for God's allotment among mortals, I would not
endure; yet we journey by night toward an end.
لَقَدْindeed خَفَّفَhas eased الْبَلْوَىthe affliction وَإِنْand though هِيَit أَشْرَفَتْhas loomed
لَقَدْ خَفَّفَ الْبَلْوَى وَإِنْ هِيَ أَشْرَفَتْ
عَلَىover النَّفْسِthe soul ماwhat أَرْجُوهُI hope for it مِنْfrom مَوْعِدِthe appointed time of الْحَشْرِthe gathering at resurrection
عَلَى النَّفْسِ ما أَرْجُوهُ مِنْ مَوْعِدِ الْحَشْرِ
Indeed, my affliction has been eased, though it has loomed
over my soul, by what I hope for at the appointed time of the Gathering.
Translation model: Sol 6.1