ألاLo! سَمَحgraciously granted الزمانُtime بِهِwith it كِتاباa letter
ألا سَمَح الزمانُ بِهِ كِتابا
دَرَىlearned بِوُرودِهof its arrival أُنسِيmy solace فآباso it returned
دَرَى بِوُرودِه أُنسِي فآبا
Lo, time has been generous with this letter;
Oh how time allowed this book
my solace learned of its arrival and returned.
Its blossoming brought me joy
فَلاso not أَدريI know أَكاناwere they both? تَحتَunder وَعدٍa promise
فَلا أَدري أَكانا تَحتَ وَعدٍ
دَعَاcalled بِهماfor them both لبُرئيfor my recovery فاستَجَاباso they both answered
دَعَا بِهما لبُرئي فاستَجَابا
I do not know: were the two bound by a promise
I know not if it was a promise
that called them both to heal me, and they answered?
That summoned it, so it responded
وَقَدand indeed ظَفِرَتwon يَديmy hand بِالغُنمِwith the bounty مِنهُfrom it
وَقَد ظَفِرَت يَدي بِالغُنمِ مِنهُ
فَلَيتَso would that الدَّهرَfate سَنَّىmade possible لِيfor me إِيَاباa return
فَلَيتَ الدَّهرَ سَنَّى لِي إِيَابا
My hand has indeed won a bounty from it;
And my hand attained spoils from it
would that fate made my return possible.
Would that time had allowed me a return
فَلوso if لَمnot أَستَفِدI gained شَيئاًanything سِوَاهُother than it
فَلو لَم أَستَفِد شَيئاً سِوَاهُ
قَنِعتُI would be content بِمِثلِهِwith its like عِلقاًa precious treasure لُبَاباof pure worth
قَنِعتُ بِمِثلِهِ عِلقاً لُبَابا
If I gained nothing other than it,
For if I gained naught but it
I would be content with its like—a treasure of pure worth.
I'd be content with it, a drink to quench my thirst
إِذَاif أَحرَزتُI secure هَذَاthis فِيin اغتِرَابِيmy exile
إِذَا أَحرَزتُ هَذَا فِي اغتِرَابِي
فَدَعنِيthen let me أَقطَعُI spend العُمرَlife اغتِرَاباin exile
فَدَعنِي أَقطَعُ العُمرَ اغتِرَابا
If I secure this while in exile,
When I secure this in my estrangement
then let me spend my life away from home.
Let me spend my life in estrangement
رَجَمتُI stoned بِأُنسِهِwith its solace شَيطَانَthe devil of هَمِّيmy sorrow
رَجَمتُ بِأُنسِهِ شَيطَانَ هَمِّي
فَهَلso did...? وَجَّهتَyou send طِرساًa written page أَمor شِهَاباa shooting star
فَهَل وَجَّهتَ طِرساً أَم شِهَابا
With its solace I stoned the devil of my sorrow;
With its companionship I pelted
did you send a written page or a shooting star?
The devil of my worries, so was it a missile or a shooting star?
رَشَفتُI sipped بِهِthrough it رُضَابَnectar الودِّaffection عَذباًsweet
رَشَفتُ بِهِ رُضَابَ الودِّ عَذباً
يُذَكِّرُنِيit reminds me شَمَائِلَكَyour qualities العِذَاباdelightful
يُذَكِّرُنِي شَمَائِلَكَ العِذَابا
Through it I sipped affection's sweet nectar,
With it I sipped the gentle sweetness of affection
which recalls to me your delightful qualities.
Reminding me of your tormenting charms
وَكِدتand I almost أَجُرُّI trail أَذيَالِيmy trailing hems نَشَاطاًin delight
وَكِدت أَجُرُّ أَذيَالِي نَشَاطاً
وَلَكِنbut خِلتُI thought قَولَهُمُtheir saying نِصَاباa standard
وَلَكِن خِلتُ قَولَهُمُ نِصَابا
I almost trailed my hems in delight,
And I almost let down my train in delight
but I took their saying as a standard.
But their words proved meager
فَضَضتُI broke خِتَامَهُits seal عِندِيto my mind كَأَنِّيas though I
فَضَضتُ خِتَامَهُ عِندِي كَأَنِّي
فَتَحتُI opened بِفَضِّهِby breaking it لِلرَّوضِto the garden بَاباa gate
فَتَحتُ بِفَضِّهِ لِلرَّوضِ بَابا
I broke its seal; to me, it was as though I
So I broke its seal by me as though
had opened, by breaking it, a gate to a garden.
With its breaking I opened the garden's gate
فَكِدتُso I almost أَبُثُّهُI spread it فِيin جَفنِthe eyelid of عَينِيmy eye
فَكِدتُ أَبُثُّهُ فِي جَفنِ عَينِي
لِكَيso that أَستَودِعَI might entrust الزَّهرَthe blossoms السَّحاباto the clouds
لِكَي أَستَودِعَ الزَّهرَ السَّحابا
So I almost spread it within my eyelid,
And I almost scattered it in the lid of my eye
to entrust the blossoms to the clouds.
That I may entrust the flowers to the clouds
وَكُنتُand I would أَصُونُهُI guard it فِيin القَلبِthe heart لَكِنbut
وَكُنتُ أَصُونُهُ فِي القَلبِ لَكِن
خَشِيتُI feared عَلَيهِfor it أَنthat يَفنَىit would perish التِهَاباin flames
خَشِيتُ عَلَيهِ أَن يَفنَى التِهَابا
I would have guarded it within my heart, but
I was protecting it in my heart but
I feared it would perish in flames.
I feared for it that ardour would destroy it
وَلَوand if أَنَّthat اللياليthe nights سَامَحَتنِيwere kind to me
وَلَو أَنَّ الليالي سَامَحَتنِي
لَكُنتُthen I would have been عَلَىin response to كِتَابِكُمُyour letter الجَوَاباthe answer
لَكُنتُ عَلَى كِتَابِكُمُ الجَوَابا
Had the nights been kind to me,
If only the nights had allowed me
I would have been the answer to your letter,
I'd have replied to your letter
فَأُبدِيand I would offer عِندَكُمbefore you فِيin الشُّكرِgiving thanks عُذراًan apology
فَأُبدِي عِندَكُم فِي الشُّكرِ عُذراً
وَأُجزِلُand I would lavish مِنfrom ثَنَائِكُمُpraise of you الثَّوَاباthe recompense
وَأُجزِلُ مِن ثَنَائِكُمُ الثَّوَابا
offering you an apology as I gave thanks,
So I offer my apology for gratitude
and lavishly repaying you with praise.
And give copiously of your praise
ولَكِنَّand yet اللَّياليthe nights قَيَّدتنيhave shackled me
ولَكِنَّ اللَّيالي قَيَّدتني
وَهَدَّتand crushed عَزمَتِيmy resolve إِلاexcept الخِطَاباspeech
وَهَدَّت عَزمَتِي إِلا الخِطَابا
But the nights have shackled me
But the nights shackled me
and crushed my resolve, except for speech.
And shook my resolve save for writing
فَمَاso not تَلقَانِيَmeet me الأَحبَابُthe loved ones إِلاexcept
فَمَا تَلقَانِيَ الأَحبَابُ إِلا
سَلاماًa greeting أوor مَنَاماًa dream أَوor كِتَاباa letter
سَلاماً أو مَنَاماً أَو كِتَابا
My loved ones therefore meet me only
So I meet loved ones only with
in a greeting, a dream, or a letter.
Greetings, dreams, or letters
لأَمرfor a purpose ماsome يَقُصُّclips الدَّهرُfate رِيشِيmy feathers
لأَمر ما يَقُصُّ الدَّهرُ رِيشِي
لأَنَّbecause السَّهمَthe arrow مَهمَىwhenever رِيشَis feathered صَاباhits the mark
لأَنَّ السَّهمَ مَهمَى رِيشَ صَابا
For some purpose, fate clips my feathers,
For something the days pluck my feathers
because an arrow, whenever feathered, strikes true.
For the arrow is fletched with feathers
وَعَاذِلَةٍand a reproachful woman تَقُولُspeaks ولَستُbut I do not أُصغِيlisten
وَعَاذِلَةٍ تَقُولُ ولَستُ أُصغِي
وَلَوand even if أَصغَيتُI listened لَمnot أُرجِعI would return جَوَاباa reply
وَلَو أَصغَيتُ لَم أُرجِع جَوَابا
A reproachful woman speaks, but I do not listen;
And a blamer who says I do not listen
even if I listened, I would make no reply.
And if I listened I would not respond
تُخَوِّفُنِيshe frightens me with الدَّوَاهِيcalamities وَهيَyet they are عِندِيin my view
تُخَوِّفُنِي الدَّوَاهِي وَهيَ عِندِي
أَقَلُّtoo slight مِنَthan انthat أَضِيقَI feel constrained بهَاby them جَنَاباin my domain
أَقَلُّ مِنَ ان أَضِيقَ بهَا جَنَابا
She frightens me with calamities, yet to me they are
She frightens me with calamities but they
too slight to make me feel confined by them.
Are too petty for me to narrow my eyebrows
إِذَاwhen طَرَقَتthey come knocking أَعُدُّI prepare لَهَاfor them قِرَاهَاtheir guest-fare
إِذَا طَرَقَت أَعُدُّ لَهَا قِرَاهَا
وَقَاراًcomposure وَاصطِبَاراًand endurance وَاحتِسَاباand hope of divine reward
وَقَاراً وَاصطِبَاراً وَاحتِسَابا
When they come knocking, I prepare their welcome:
When they approach I prepare their hosting
composure, endurance, and hope of divine reward.
With composure, patience, and acceptance of destiny
وَمَاand not مِثلِيone like me يُخَوَّفُis frightened بِالدَّوَاهِيby calamities
وَمَا مِثلِي يُخَوَّفُ بِالدَّوَاهِي
عَرِينُthe lair of اللَيثِthe lion لاnot يَخشَىfears الذُّبَاباflies
عَرِينُ اللَيثِ لا يَخشَى الذُّبَابا
One like me is not frightened by calamities;
And the likes of me is not frightened by calamities
the lion's lair does not fear flies.
The lion's den fears not the flies
تُعَاتِبُنِيshe reproaches me فَلاbut not يَرتَدُّrecoils طَرفِيmy gaze
تُعَاتِبُنِي فَلا يَرتَدُّ طَرفِي
وَهَلand can...? تَستَرقِصُmake dance الرِّيحُthe wind الهِضَاباthe hills
وَهَل تَستَرقِصُ الرِّيحُ الهِضَابا
She reproaches me, but my gaze does not recoil;
You reproach me but my gaze does not turn
can the wind make the hills dance?
Does the wind exact all from the plateaus?
وَلَوand if أَنَّthat العِتَابَreproach يُفِيدُwere of use شَيئاًat all
وَلَو أَنَّ العِتَابَ يُفِيدُ شَيئاً
مَلأتُI would fill مَسَامِعَthe ears of الدُّنيَاthe world عِتَاباwith reproach
مَلأتُ مَسَامِعَ الدُّنيَا عِتَابا
If reproach were of any use,
If reproach could avail something
I would fill the world's ears with reproaches.
I'd have filled the ears of the world with reproach
وقَدand indeed وَصيَّتُهَاI advised her بِالصّمتِto be silent عَنِّيabout me
وقَد وَصيَّتُهَا بِالصّمتِ عَنِّي
فَماyet not صَمَتَتshe kept silent وَمَاnor قَالَتshe said صَوَاباanything right
فَما صَمَتَت وَمَا قَالَت صَوَابا
I have urged her to keep silent about me,
I advised it to stay silent about me
yet she has neither kept silent nor spoken rightly.
Yet it was silent nor spoke right
تُعَنِّفُنِيshe rebukes me عَلَىfor تَركِيmy leaving بِلاداًa land
تُعَنِّفُنِي عَلَى تَركِي بِلاداً
عَهِدتُI knew بِهاin it الغَرَارَةَinnocence والشَّبَاباand youth
عَهِدتُ بِها الغَرَارَةَ والشَّبَابا
She rebukes me for leaving a land
You blame me for leaving a land
where I knew innocence and youth.
Where I knew vitality and youth
تَقُولُshe says وَهَلand is...? يُفَلُّis notched السَّيفُthe sword إِلاexcept
تَقُولُ وَهَل يُفَلُّ السَّيفُ إِلا
إِذاwhen مَا(emphasis) فَارَقَleaves السَّيفُthe sword القِرَاباthe scabbard
إِذا مَا فَارَقَ السَّيفُ القِرَابا
She says, "Is a sword ever notched except
You say, does the sword not rust
when it leaves its scabbard?"
Unless the sword parts from the scabbard?
وَقُلتُand I said وَهَلand does...? يَضُرُّharm السَّيفَthe sword فَلٌّa notch
وَقُلتُ وَهَل يَضُرُّ السَّيفَ فَلٌّ
إِذاif قَطَّit cleaves الجَمَاجِمَskulls والرِّقَاباand necks
إِذا قَطَّ الجَمَاجِمَ والرِّقَابا
I said, "What harm is a notch to a sword
I said, does rust harm the sword
if it cleaves skulls and necks?"
If it severs skulls and necks?
بِخَوضِby plunging into الهولِterror تُكتَسَبُare attained المَعَالِيlofty honors
بِخَوضِ الهولِ تُكتَسَبُ المَعَالِي
يَحُلُّsettles on السَّهلَlevel ground مَنwhoever رَكِبَrides الصِعَاباhardships
يَحُلُّ السَّهلَ مَن رَكِبَ الصِعَابا
By plunging into terror, lofty honors are won;
With delving perils, glories are attained
whoever rides through hardships comes to easy ground.
He who mounted rigours solves ease
فَلَيثُfor the lion of الغَابِthe forest يَفتَرِسُpreys on الأنَاسِيhuman beings
فَلَيثُ الغَابِ يَفتَرِسُ الأنَاسِي
وَلَيثُand the lion of البَيتِthe house يَفتَرِسُpreys on الذِئَاباwolves
وَلَيثُ البَيتِ يَفتَرِسُ الذِئَابا
For the lion of the forest preys on human beings,
The jungle's lion preys on people
while the lion of the house preys on wolves.
The house's lion preys on flies
وَلَوand if كَانَwere انقِضَاضُthe swooping of الطيرbirds سَهلاًeasy
وَلَو كَانَ انقِضَاضُ الطير سَهلاً
لَكَانَتthen would be كُلُّevery طَائِرَةٍbird عُقَاباan eagle
لَكَانَت كُلُّ طَائِرَةٍ عُقَابا
If birds' swooping were easy,
If birds' swooping were easy
every bird would be an eagle.
Every bird would be an eagle
دَعِينيleave me والنَّهَارَand the daylight أَسِيرُI travel فِيهِthrough it
دَعِيني والنَّهَارَ أَسِيرُ فِيهِ
أَسِيرَa captive of عَزَائِمٍresolves تُفرِيthat cleave الصِلاباhard rocks
أَسِيرَ عَزَائِمٍ تُفرِي الصِلابا
Leave me with the daylight, to travel through it,
Leave me, by day I roam it
a captive of resolves that cleave hard rocks.
With resolves that tear through firmnesses
أُغَازِلُI court مِنamid غَرَابَتِهِits strangeness فَتَاةًa maiden
أُغَازِلُ مِن غَرَابَتِهِ فَتَاةً
تَبَيَّضَhas whitened فَودُهَاher temple-hair هَرَماًwith age وَشَاباand turned gray
تَبَيَّضَ فَودُهَا هَرَماً وَشَابا
Amid its strangeness, I court a maiden
I flirt with one of its mysteries
whose temple-hair has whitened with age and gone gray.
Whose cheek whitened with age and youth
إِذاwhen شَاءَتshe wishes مُواصَلَتِيunion with me تَجَلَّتshe reveals herself
إِذا شَاءَت مُواصَلَتِي تَجَلَّت
وَإِنand if مَلَّتshe tires تَوَارَتshe withdraws لِيfrom me احتِجَاباin concealment
وَإِن مَلَّت تَوَارَت لِي احتِجَابا
When she wishes to join me, she reveals herself;
If she wished my company she would reveal herself
if she tires, she withdraws from me, veiled.
If she tired she'd hide herself from me in veil
وَأسرِيand I travel by night اللَّيلَthrough the night لاnot أَلوِيI turn عِنَاناa rein
وَأسرِي اللَّيلَ لا أَلوِي عِنَانا
وَلوand even if نَيلُattaining الأمَانِيwishes بِمَنthrough whoever أَصَاباhits the mark
وَلو نَيلُ الأمَانِي بِمَن أَصَابا
I journey through the night without turning a rein,
By night I wander unrestrained
even if wishes are attained through whoever hits the mark.
Though wishes are attained by the fortunate
أُطالِعُI behold مِنamong كَوَاكِبهِits stars حَماماdoves
أُطالِعُ مِن كَوَاكِبهِ حَماما
وَأَزجُرُand I drive off مِنfrom دُجُنَّتِهِits darkness غُرَاباa raven
وَأَزجُرُ مِن دُجُنَّتِهِ غُرَابا
I behold doves among its stars,
I glimpse a dove in its stars
and drive a raven from its darkness.
And drive a raven from its darkness
وَأَركَبُand I ride مَتنَهَاits back غُبراًdust-gray expanses كَبَاعِيlike my reach
وَأَركَبُ مَتنَهَا غُبراً كَبَاعِي
وَخُضراًand green expanses مِثلَlike خَاطِرِيَmy thought انسِيَاباin flowing
وَخُضراً مِثلَ خَاطِرِيَ انسِيَابا
I ride its back through dust-gray expanses like my reach,
I ride its expanse murky as my thoughts
and green expanses, flowing like my thought.
And verdant like my serene imaginings
وَآخُذُand I take مِنfrom بَنَاتِthe daughters of الدَّهرِtime حَقِّيmy due
وَآخُذُ مِن بَنَاتِ الدَّهرِ حَقِّي
جِهَاراًopenly لَستُI do not أَستَلِبُseize استِلاباas plunder
جِهَاراً لَستُ أَستَلِبُ استِلابا
I take my due from the daughters of time,
And take what's my due from fate's daughters
openly; I do not seize it as plunder.
Openly, I do not rob by force
وَلَستُand I do not أُذِيلُI debase بِالمِدَحِwith panegyrics القَوافِىthe rhymes
وَلَستُ أُذِيلُ بِالمِدَحِ القَوافِى
وَلاnor أَرضَىI accept بِخُطَّتِهَاwith their practice اكتِسَاباas a livelihood
وَلا أَرضَى بِخُطَّتِهَا اكتِسَابا
I do not debase my rhymes with panegyrics,
Nor tag rhymes with praise
nor accept their practice as a livelihood.
Or accept its blueprint as livelihood
أَأَمدَحُam I to praise? مَنone whom بهِthrough him أَهجُوI lampoon مَدِيحِيmy praise
أَأَمدَحُ مَن بهِ أَهجُو مَدِيحِي
إِذَاwhen طَيَّبتُI perfume بِالمِسكِwith musk الكِلاباdogs
إِذَا طَيَّبتُ بِالمِسكِ الكِلابا
Am I to praise one through whom I lampoon my own praise,
Shall I praise one whose praise I lampoon?
when I perfume dogs with musk?
If I scent dogs with musk?
سَأَخزنُهاI will store them away عَنِfrom الأسمَاعِears حَتَّىuntil
سَأَخزنُها عَنِ الأسمَاعِ حَتَّى
أَرُدَّI set الصّمتَsilence بَينَهُماbetween the two حِجَاباa veil
أَرُدَّ الصّمتَ بَينَهُما حِجَابا
I will store them away from ears until
I will conceal it from ears until
I set silence as a veil between the two.
I return silence between us as a veil
فَلَستُfor I am not بِمَادِحٍone who praises مَاas long as عِشتُI live إِلاexcept
فَلَستُ بِمَادِحٍ مَا عِشتُ إِلا
سُيُوفاًswords أَوor جِيَاداًfine steeds أَوor صِحَاباfriends
سُيُوفاً أَو جِيَاداً أَو صِحَابا
For, as long as I live, I will praise only
I'll never praise while I live
swords, fine steeds, or friends.
Save swords, steeds, or comrades
أباAbu مُوسَىMusa وَأَيand what a أَخِيbrother of وِدَاديmy affection
أبا مُوسَى وَأَي أَخِي وِدَادي
أُنَاجِيI commune with لَوif سَمِعتُI could hear إِذَاwhen أَجَاباhe answered
أُنَاجِي لَو سَمِعتُ إِذَا أَجَابا
With Abu Musa—what a brother dear to me!—
Abu Musa - O brother of my love and affection
I would commune, if I could hear him when he answered.
I converse, if only you would answer
وَلَكِنbut دُونَin the way of ذَلِكَthat مَهمَهٌa trackless desert لَوif
وَلَكِن دُونَ ذَلِكَ مَهمَهٌ لَو
جَرَتهُtraversed it الرِّيحُthe wind لَمnot تَرجُwould hope for الإِيَاباthe return
جَرَتهُ الرِّيحُ لَم تَرجُ الإِيَابا
But a trackless desert stands in the way of that; if
But without that a fancy - if the wind
the wind traversed it, it would not hope to return.
Blew it, it would not waft a reply
أَخٌa brother بَرَّhonored المَوَدَّةَaffection كُلَّevery بَرٍّkindness
أَخٌ بَرَّ المَوَدَّةَ كُلَّ بَرٍّ
إِذَاas بَرَّhonor الأَشِقَّةُfull brothers الانتِسَاباkinship
إِذَا بَرَّ الأَشِقَّةُ الانتِسَابا
A brother who honored affection with every kindness,
A brother of outstanding kindness
as full brothers honor their kinship.
When relatives excel in affinity
بَعَثتُI sent إِلَيكَto you مِنfrom نَظمِيmy verse بِدُرٍّpearls
بَعَثتُ إِلَيكَ مِن نَظمِي بِدُرٍّ
شَقَقتُI split open عَلَيهِfor them مِنfrom فِكرِيmy thought عُبَاباa surging sea
شَقَقتُ عَلَيهِ مِن فِكرِي عُبَابا
I have sent you pearls from my verse,
I sent you a pearl of my verse
for which I split open the surging sea of my thought.
Which I brooded from my thoughts like clouds
عَدَانِيkept me from الدَّهرُfate أَنthat يلقاكَmeets you شَخصيmy person
عَدَانِي الدَّهرُ أَن يلقاكَ شَخصي
فأغنَىso it sufficed الشِّعرُpoetry عَنin place of شَخصيmy person وَنَاباand acted as deputy
فأغنَى الشِّعرُ عَن شَخصي وَنَابا
Fate kept me from meeting you in person;
Time denied that my person would meet you
so poetry sufficed in my place and stood in for me.
But poetry sufficed for my person as deputy