سَرىtraveled by night الطَيفُthe phantom مِنfrom أَسماءَAsmā وَالنجمُand the star راكِدُmotionless
سَرى الطَيفُ مِن أَسماءَ وَالنجمُ راكِدُ
وَلاand no جِفنَeyelid إِلّاexcept وَهُوَwhile it فيin الحَيّthe encampment راقِدُasleep
وَلا جِفنَ إِلّا وَهُوَ في الحَيّ راقِدُ
The phantom of Asma journeyed by night while the stars stood still,
Asmā’s phantom came by night while the star stood still,
and not an eyelid in the encampment but lay asleep.
And every eyelid in the encampment lay asleep.
شَفىhealed أَلَماًa pain لَمّاwhen أَلمّvisited بِمَضجَعيat my bed
شَفى أَلَماً لَمّا أَلمّ بِمَضجَعي
وَباتَand spent the night يُدانينيdrawing near me وَكانَand had تَباعَدُkept its distance
وَباتَ يُدانيني وَكانَ تَباعَدُ
It healed an ache when it came to my bed,
It healed a pain when it visited my bed,
and spent the night drawing near to me, though long kept distant.
And spent the night drawing near me, though it had kept its distance.
أَلَمَّvisited عَلىagainst رَغمِthe wishes of الرَقيبِthe watcher وَدونناand between us
أَلَمَّ عَلى رَغمِ الرَقيبِ وَدوننا
عَلىalong with عَدَوانِthe hostility of الدَهرtime بِيدٌdeserts فَدافِدُvast and barren
عَلى عَدَوانِ الدَهر بِيدٌ فَدافِدُ
It came despite the watchman’s spite, while between us lay,
It visited despite the watcher, while between us,
despite the assaults of time, vast and trackless deserts.
Along with time’s hostility, lay vast, barren deserts.
سَقىmay it water عَهدَهاthe memory of her عَهدُthe returning rain of السَحابِthe clouds ولَمand not يَكُنhave been
سَقى عَهدَها عَهدُ السَحابِ ولَم يَكُن
عَلىtrue to العَهدthe bond لَولاwere it not for المَعاهِدُthe familiar haunts
عَلى العَهد لَولا المَعاهِدُ
May the clouds’ promised rain water the days we knew; it would not have
May the clouds’ returning rain water the memory of her; it would not have been
kept faith with the covenant but for those familiar haunts—
True to that bond, were it not for the familiar haunts.
مَعاهِدُfamiliar haunts تُذكيkindle حرقَةَthe burning anguish of الكَبدthe liver الَّتيwhich
مَعاهِدُ تُذكي حرقَةَ الكَبد الَّتي
تُكابِدُsuffers مِنfrom آلامِهاits pains ماwhat تُكابِدُit suffers
تُكابِدُ مِن آلامِها ما تُكابِدُ
haunts that rekindle the heart’s burning anguish, which
Haunts that kindle the burning anguish of the liver, which
endures from its pains all that it endures.
Suffers what it suffers from its pains.
كَأَنَّas though بِهاin them الغُدرانَthe pools زُرقُblue نَواظِرٍeyes
كَأَنَّ بِها الغُدرانَ زُرقُ نَواظِرٍ
بِهاin them الظِلُّthe shade كحلٌkohl وَالغُصونُand the branches مَراوِدُkohl applicators
بِها الظِلُّ كحلٌ وَالغُصونُ مَراوِدُ
As though the ravens in those haunts were blue-eyed:
As though the pools there were blue eyes,
there shade is kohl, and branches are kohl-sticks.
With shade as kohl and branches as kohl-sticks.
أَعلِّلُI soothe بِالآمالِwith hopes نَفساًa soul عَليلَةًailing
أَعلِّلُ بِالآمالِ نَفساً عَليلَةً
تُكَدَّرُare made turbid لِلآمالِfor hopes مِنهاfrom it مَوارِدُwellsprings
تُكَدَّرُ لِلآمالِ مِنها مَوارِدُ
I beguile an ailing soul with hopes,
I soothe an ailing soul with hopes,
while the springs from which its hopes drink run turbid.
Its wellsprings of hope are made turbid.
إِلَيكُمaway with you بِإِيلامwith the pain of الملامِreproach فَمَسمَعيfor my ear
إِلَيكُم بِإِيلام الملامِ فَمَسمَعي
كَقَلبِlike the heart of اِبنِIbn عَيّاشٍʿAyyāsh وَتلكَand those حَقائِدُgrudges
كَقَلبِ اِبنِ عَيّاشٍ وَتلكَ حَقائِدُ
Come, all of you, wound me with blame—for my hearing
Away with your painful reproach! For my ear
is like Ibn Ayyash’s heart, and those reproaches are rancors.
Is like Ibn ʿAyyāsh’s heart—and those are grudges.
إِمامُleader of البَراياall creation فيin بَلاغَتكyour eloquence الَّتيwhich
إِمامُ البَرايا في بَلاغَتك الَّتي
يَقرّadmits لَهاbefore it بِالعَجزِto incapacity مِنone who هُوَis جاحِدُa denier
يَقرّ لَها بِالعَجزِ مِن هُوَ جاحِدُ
You are the leader of humankind in that eloquence of yours,
You are the leader of all creation in your eloquence, which
before which even a denier admits defeat.
Even the denier admits he cannot match.
وَمَنand among عَجَبيmy wonders أَنthat تَرحَلjourneys الشَمسُthe sun دائِباًunceasingly
وَمَن عَجَبي أَن تَرحَل الشَمسُ دائِباً
وَشُغليَand my concern بِيfor myself مثلُlike الجَزيرَةِthe island قاعِدُsitting still
وَشُغليَ بِي مثلُ الجَزيرَةِ قاعِدُ
Among my wonders is that the sun journeys ceaselessly,
And I marvel that the sun journeys unceasingly,
while my consuming care sits fixed within me like an island.
While my concern for myself sits still like the island.
إِذاif لَمnot يُلائِمنيsuit me مَكانٌa place أَلِفتُهُI have grown used to it
إِذا لَم يُلائِمني مَكانٌ أَلِفتُهُ
فَكُلُّthen every مَكانٍplace مِثلُهُlike it لِيof me فاقِدُdevoid
فَكُلُّ مَكانٍ مِثلُهُ لِي فاقِدُ
If a place I have grown used to does not suit me,
If a place I have grown used to does not suit me,
then every place like it shall be bereft of me.
Then every place like it will lack me.
وَلَستُand I am not كَقَومٍlike a people أَضمَرَتهمhid them away بِلادُهُمtheir lands
وَلَستُ كَقَومٍ أَضمَرَتهم بِلادُهُم
أُولِئِكَthose مَوتىdead وَالبِلادُand the lands مَلاحِدُgraves
أُولِئِكَ مَوتى وَالبِلادُ مَلاحِدُ
I am not like men whom their own lands have swallowed up:
And I am not like a people whom their lands have hidden away;
those men are dead, and their lands are graves.
Those are dead, and the lands are graves.
وَلَوand even if لَمnot يَكُنwere أَصليmy root وَحاشاهand far be it from that ماجِداًnoble
وَلَو لَم يَكُن أَصلي وَحاشاه ماجِداً
كَفىit suffices الفرعَthe branch مِنّيof me أَنَّهُthat it اليَومtoday ماجِدُnoble
كَفى الفرعَ مِنّي أَنَّهُ اليَوم ماجِدُ
Even if my lineage were not—and far be that from it—noble,
And even if my root—far be it from that—were not noble,
it is enough that I, its branch, am noble today.
It would suffice for my branch to be noble today.
وَقالَand said حَسوديmy envier أَينَwhere إِرثُكَyour inheritance مِنهُمfrom them
وَقالَ حَسودي أَينَ إِرثُكَ مِنهُم
فَقُلتso I said لَهُمto them مالُthe wealth of الأَكارِمِthe generous نافِدُruns out
فَقُلت لَهُم مالُ الأَكارِمِ نافِدُ
My envier said, “Where is your inheritance from those forebears?”
And my envier said, “Where is your inheritance from them?”
I answered them, “My wealth from those noble ones is spent.”
So I told them, “The wealth of the generous runs out.
إِذاif لَمnot لَمnot يَفِدكَbring you المالُwealth حَمداًpraise مُؤبّداًeverlasting
إِذا لَم لَم يَفِدكَ المالُ حَمداً مُؤبّداً
فَياthen, oh لَيتَif only شِعريmy knowledge ماwhat تَكونُwould be الفَوائِدُthe gains
فَيا لَيتَ شِعري ما تَكونُ الفَوائِدُ
If wealth does not earn you everlasting praise,
If wealth does not—does not—bring you everlasting praise,
then would that I knew: what use can wealth be?
Then, would that I knew what the gains could be!”