عُذتُ باللهِ من خِضَمِّ السِّياسَه

عُذتُ باللهِ من خِضَمِّ السِّياسَه

فَهىَ بحرٌ لا أستطيعُ مِرَاسَه

فَهىَ بحرٌ لا أستطيعُ مِرَاسَه

I sought refuge in God from the vast sea of politics;

I seek refuge in God from the turmoil of politics,

for it is a sea I cannot contend with.

It is an ocean I cannot navigate.

ولقد عَاذَ بالمُهيمنِ قَبلِي

ولقد عَاذَ بالمُهيمنِ قَبلِي

عَالِمُ الشرقِ عَبدُ مَن ذَاقَ بَاسَه

عَالِمُ الشرقِ عَبدُ مَن ذَاقَ بَاسَه

And indeed, before me, refuge in the Guardian was sought by

The shining scholar of the East sought protection before me,

the scholar of the East, servant of Him whose might he had tasted.

He who if he spoke a word, all would bow their heads at his mention.

قالَ وهوَ الذِي إذا قالَ قولاً

قالَ وهوَ الذِي إذا قالَ قولاً

طأطَأ الكلُّ عنِد ذكرِه رَاسَه

طأطَأ الكلُّ عنِد ذكرِه رَاسَه

He said—and he was such that, whenever he uttered words,

I seek refuge in God from ruling and rulers,

everyone bowed their head at his mention:

For misery is begotten of politics.

عُذتُ بالله مِن يُسوسَ ومِن سَا

عُذتُ بالله مِن يُسوسَ ومِن سَا

سَ فإنَّ الأسَى سَليلُ السِّياسَه

سَ فإنَّ الأسَى سَليلُ السِّياسَه

I sought refuge in God from 'governs' and from 'ruled';

When you examine all words that begin with "S",

for sorrow is the offspring of politics.

You find in them wretchedness and misery.

وإذا ما أمعَنتَ في كلِّ مَا جا

وإذا ما أمعَنتَ في كلِّ مَا جا

ءَ بِسينٍ ألفَيتَ فيهِ تَعَاسَه

ءَ بِسينٍ ألفَيتَ فيهِ تَعَاسَه

And if you examine closely everything that comes

Sorrow, illness, misery, and disgrace,

with the letter sīn, you will find misery in it.

All words starting with "S" connote baseness.

فالأسَى والسَّقامُ والبُؤسُ والخُس

فالأسَى والسَّقامُ والبُؤسُ والخُس

رَأنُ بالسِّين كلُّهَا والخَسَاسَه

رَأنُ بالسِّين كلُّهَا والخَسَاسَه

For sorrow, sickness, wretchedness, and loss—

So beware of poison and leave good fortune to the clouds,

all contain sīn, as does baseness.

That roamed in the imagination, tracing their shapes.

فاحذَرِ السُّم واترُكِ السَّعدَ للغُم

فاحذَرِ السُّم واترُكِ السَّعدَ للغُم

رِ الذي راحَ في الخَيَال اقتباسه

رِ الذي راحَ في الخَيَال اقتباسه

So beware of poison, and leave good fortune to the naïf

He who seeks politics on this earth,

whose acquisition of it has drifted into fantasy.

Is like one who savors the taste of filth.

إنَّ مَن يطلُبِ السِّياسَةَ في الأر

إنَّ مَن يطلُبِ السِّياسَةَ في الأر

ضِ كَمَن يَستَلِذُّ طعمَ النَّجاسَه

ضِ كَمَن يَستَلِذُّ طعمَ النَّجاسَه

Indeed, whoever seeks politics on the earth

is like one who relishes the taste of filth.