قَصيرُshort الأَنابيبِthe reed-joints لكِنَّهُyet it
قَصيرُ الأَنابيبِ لكِنَّهُ
يَطولُoutstrips مَضاءًin sharpness طِوالَlong الرِماحِthe spears
يَطولُ مَضاءً طِوالَ الرِماحِ
Short in its reed-joints, yet it
Short of breath but
outstrips long spears in sharpness.
He burns bright with spears alight
إِذاwhen عَبَّdrinks deeply مِfrom النِقسٍthe ink فيin دامِسٍpitch darkness
إِذا عَبَّ مِ النِقسٍ في دامِسٍ
وَدَبَّand creeps مِنَof الطِرسِthe page فَوقَover الصَباحِthe dawn
وَدَبَّ مِنَ الطِرسِ فَوقَ الصَباحِ
When it drinks deeply of ink in pitch darkness
When anger stirs in darkened hearts
and creeps over the page's dawn,
And doubt creeps at first light’s start
تَجَلَّتbecome clear لَهُto it مُشكِلاتُthe perplexities of الأُمورِaffairs
تَجَلَّت لَهُ مُشكِلاتُ الأُمورِ
وَلانَand yields لَهُto it الصَعبُwhat is difficult بَعدَafter الجِماحِdefiance
وَلانَ لَهُ الصَعبُ بَعدَ الجِماحِ
the perplexities of affairs become clear to it,
Troubles take shape before his eyes
and what is difficult yields to it after defiance.
The rugged path yields no surprise