وَبارِدِand one with cool الظَلمِsaliva شَتيتِwidely spaced الثَغرِteeth
وَبارِدِ الظَلمِ شَتيتِ الثَغرِ
واهيfrail in المَواثيقِpledges مَعاًalike وَالخَصرِand the waist
واهي المَواثيقِ مَعاً وَالخَصرِ
And one with cool saliva and widely spaced teeth,
With the cold of injustice and scattered allure,
frail alike in his pledges and his waist,
And weak pacts together and waist,
يَغضَبُhe grows angry إِنif شَبَّهتُهُI liken him بِالبَدرِto the full moon
يَغضَبُ إِن شَبَّهتُهُ بِالبَدرِ
عِذارُهُhis cheek-down إِلىbefore العُذولِthe reprover عُذريmy excuse
عِذارُهُ إِلى العُذولِ عُذري
grows angry if I liken him to the full moon.
He gets angry if I compare him to the full moon,
His cheek-down is my excuse before the reprover.
His excuse to aloofness is my excuse,
يَمطُلُنيhe puts me off وَهوَthough he is المَلِيُّsolvent المُثريwealthy
يَمطُلُني وَهوَ المَلِيُّ المُثري
قَدalready كُحِلَتhave been kohled جُفونُهُhis eyelids بِسِحرِwith magic
قَد كُحِلَت جُفونُهُ بِسِحرِ
He puts me off, though solvent and rich.
He makes me wait and he is the alluring king,
His eyelids have been lined with magic as kohl.
His eyelids are lined with magic,
قاسٍhard-hearted كَأَنَّas though قَلبَهُhis heart مِنof صَخرٍstone
قاسٍ كَأَنَّ قَلبَهُ مِن صَخرٍ
فيin خَدِّهِhis cheek ماءُthe water of الشَبابِyouth يَجريflows
في خَدِّهِ ماءُ الشَبابِ يَجري
Cruel, as though his heart were made of stone,
Harsh as if his heart is made of rock,
the water of youth flows in his cheek.
In his cheek the water of youth flows,
سِيّانِalike إِعلانيmy open avowal بِهِof him وَسِرّيand my secret
سِيّانِ إِعلاني بِهِ وَسِرّي
مَتىwhen أُفيقُshall I sober فيin الهَوىlove مِنfrom سُكريmy drunkenness
مَتى أُفيقُ في الهَوى مِن سُكري
My open love for him and my secret love are alike.
Revealing my secret and public declaration of him,
When shall I sober from my drunkenness in love,
When will I wake up from my drunkenness of passion?
وَمِنand from ثَناياهُhis front teeth العِذابِsweet خَمريmy wine
وَمِن ثَناياهُ العِذابِ خَمري
ضِياءُthe brightness of وَجهٍa face وَظَلامُand the darkness of شَعرِhair
ضِياءُ وَجهٍ وَظَلامُ شَعرِ
while my wine comes from his sweet front teeth?
And from his folds is my wine of torment,
The brightness of a face and the darkness of hair
The light of a face and the darkness of hair,
قَدindeed أَخَذاthe two have taken مِنfrom جَلَديmy endurance وَصَبريand my patience
قَد أَخَذا مِن جَلَدي وَصَبري
أَخذَas the taking of الصَباحِmorning وَالمَساand evening مِنfrom عُمريmy life
أَخذَ الصَباحِ وَالمَسا مِن عُمري
have worn away my endurance and my patience,
Have taken from my skin and patience,
as morning and evening wear away my life.
Taking the morn and evening from my life,
إِذاwhen شَكَوتُI complain فيin هَواهُlove for him ضُرّيmy suffering
إِذا شَكَوتُ في هَواهُ ضُرّي
عادَhe returns إِلىto عادَتِهِhis habit فيof الغَدرِbetrayal
عادَ إِلى عادَتِهِ في الغَدرِ
When I complain of my suffering in his love,
If I complain of his harm to me,
he returns to his habit of betrayal,
He returns to his habit of betrayal,
كَأَنَّنيas though I أَغرَيتُهُhad incited him بِهَجريto forsake me
كَأَنَّني أَغرَيتُهُ بِهَجري
ماwhat ليhave I وَأَحداثَwith the calamities of اللَياليthe nights الغُبرِdust-gray
ما لي وَأَحداثَ اللَيالي الغُبرِ
as though I had urged him to forsake me.
As if I enticed him with my estrangement,
What have I to do with the calamities of dust-gray nights?
What do I have to do with the dusty nights?
قَدalready عَرَفتَنيyou have known me وَهيَyet they تُبديdisplay نُكريdisavowal of me
قَد عَرَفتَني وَهيَ تُبدي نُكري
تَريشُthey feather ليfor me سِهامَهاtheir arrows وَتَبريand sharpen
تَريشُ لي سِهامَها وَتَبري
You have known me, yet they disown me.
You knew me while showing no recognition,
They feather their arrows for me and sharpen them,
Sending me its arrows and being indifferent,
كَأَنَّهاas though they تَطلُبُنيpursue me بِوِترِfor a blood-debt
كَأَنَّها تَطلُبُني بِوِترِ
إِلامَuntil when تَلقىmeet ضُحُكيmy laughter وَبِشريand my cheer
إِلامَ تَلقى ضُحُكي وَبِشري
as though pursuing me for a blood-debt.
As if seeking me with a bowstring,
How long must my laughter and my cheer be met
Why does my laughter and good news meet,
بِوَجهِwith a face جَهمِgrim of الوَجهِcountenance مُكفَهِرِّscowling
بِوَجهِ جَهمِ الوَجهِ مُكفَهِرِّ
أَماhave you not عَلِمتِlearned ياصُروفَO vicissitudes of دَهريmy days
أَما عَلِمتِ ياصُروفَ دَهري
with a grim, glowering countenance?
With a face grim and frowning?
Have you not learned, O vicissitudes of my days,
Do you not know, O turner of my fate,
عِلمَwith knowledge of يَقينٍcertainty صادِقٍtrue وَخِبرِand experience
عِلمَ يَقينٍ صادِقٍ وَخِبرِ
أَنَّthat جَلالَJalal الدينِal-Din واليguardian of نَصريmy aid
أَنَّ جَلالَ الدينِ والي نَصري
with true, certain knowledge and experience,
True and certain knowledge and reports,
that Jalal al-Din is my champion,
That Jalal Ad-Din is my helper
وَأَنَّهُand that he مِنَamong الأَنامِmankind ذُخريmy treasure
وَأَنَّهُ مِنَ الأَنامِ ذُخري
أَرتَعُI graze at ease فيin جِنانِهِhis gardens المُخضَرِّverdant
أَرتَعُ في جِنانِهِ المُخضَرِّ
and that, among mankind, he is my treasure?
And that he is the treasure of mankind for me!
I graze at ease within his verdant gardens;
I graze in his lush gardens,
يَضعَفُfalls short عَنof حَملِbearing نَداهُhis bounty شُكريmy gratitude
يَضعَفُ عَن حَملِ نَداهُ شُكري
إِبنُson of البُخاريِّal-Bukhari الكَريمُnoble of النَجرِstock
إِبنُ البُخاريِّ الكَريمُ النَجرِ
my gratitude is too weak to bear his bounty.
My gratitude is too weak to carry his benefaction,
Ibn al-Bukhari, noble of stock,
The generous, noble, glorious son of Bukhari,
نَجلُscion of البَهاليلِmagnanimous chiefs الكِرامِnoble الغُرِّillustrious
نَجلُ البَهاليلِ الكِرامِ الغُرِّ
القائِدُcommander of الجَيشِthe army اللُهامِvast المَجرِteeming
القائِدُ الجَيشِ اللُهامِ المَجرِ
scion of magnanimous, noble, illustrious chiefs,
The offspring of the generous, noble, and free,
commander of the vast, teeming army,
The leader of the courageous and sweeping army,
الوافِرُabundant in العِرضِhonor المُباحُfreely available الوَفرِwealth
الوافِرُ العِرضِ المُباحُ الوَفرِ
الضَيِّقُscant in العُذرِexcuses الرَحيبُbroad of الصَدرِbreast
الضَيِّقُ العُذرِ الرَحيبُ الصَدرِ
rich in honor, his wealth open to all,
The abundant, licit, copious,
sparing of excuses, broad of breast,
The narrow excuse, spacious chest,
مُحيِيreviver of السَماحِgenerosity وَمُميتُand slayer of الفَقرِpoverty
مُحيِي السَماحِ وَمُميتُ الفَقرِ
غَمرُample of الرِداءِcloak وَالعَطاءِand giving الغَمرِabundant
غَمرُ الرِداءِ وَالعَطاءِ الغَمرِ
reviver of generosity and slayer of poverty,
Reviver of generosity and killer of poverty,
ample of cloak and overflowing in gifts.
Submerger with cloak and submersion in gifts,
باعَhe sold الثَراءَwealth بِجَميلِfor fair الذِكرِrenown
باعَ الثَراءَ بِجَميلِ الذِكرِ
يَسحَبُhe trails ذَيليthe two hems of سودَدٍeminence وَفَخرِand pride
يَسحَبُ ذَيلي سودَدٍ وَفَخرِ
He sold his wealth for noble renown;
He sold affluence for the sake of good mention,
he trails the twin hems of eminence and pride.
Dragging the train of my glorified blackness,
مَناقِبٌvirtues مِثلُlike النُجومِthe stars اّلزُهرِbright
مَناقِبٌ مِثلُ النُجومِ اّلزُهرِ
تَفوتُsurpass كُلَّevery عَدَدٍnumber وَحَصرِand reckoning
تَفوتُ كُلَّ عَدَدٍ وَحَصرِ
Virtues like the shining stars
Merits like the shining stars,
surpass all numbering and reckoning;
They escape all count and reckoning,
وَخُلُقٌand a character مِثلُlike نَسيمِthe breeze of الزَهرِblossoms
وَخُلُقٌ مِثلُ نَسيمِ الزَهرِ
وَراحَةٌand a palm تُخجِلُputs to shame فَيضَthe outpouring of البَحرِthe sea
وَراحَةٌ تُخجِلُ فَيضَ البَحرِ
and a character like the breeze of blossoms,
And manners like the breeze of flowers,
and a palm that shames the sea's outpouring.
And comfort that shames the torrent of seas,
يَرويhe quenches the thirst of الوَرىmankind بِجودِwith the bounty of كَفٍّa hand ثَرِّcopiously flowing
يَروي الوَرى بِجودِ كَفٍّ ثَرِّ
يَقومُhe stands فيin الجَدبِdrought مَقامَin place of القَطرِrain
يَقومُ في الجَدبِ مَقامَ القَطرِ
He slakes mankind's thirst with a brimming hand's bounty,
Watering mortals with the rain of generous palms,
taking the place of rain in drought,
Takes the place of rain in drought,
فيin مُخلِفِfailing in الأَنواءِrain-bearing stars مُقشَعِرِّbleak
في مُخلِفِ الأَنواءِ مُقشَعِرِّ
أَقلامُهُhis pens عَلىupon الرِماحِspears تَزريcast scorn
أَقلامُهُ عَلى الرِماحِ تَزري
in a bleak season when the rain-stars fail.
Shedding his frightening gloom,
His pens put spears to shame;
His pens flow on the spears,
فيin حَلَباتِthe arenas of المَكرُماتِnoble deeds تَجريthey race
في حَلَباتِ المَكرُماتِ تَجري
تَمضىthey press on مُضاءَwith the keenness of المُرهَفاتِsharpened swords البُترِsevering
تَمضى مُضاءَ المُرهَفاتِ البُترِ
they race in the arenas of noble deeds,
They race in the arenas of gifts,
pressing on with the keenness of sharp, severing blades,
Going with the light of polished Indian swords,
تَقطَعُthey cut فيinto هامِthe heads of العِدىthe foes وَتَفريand cleave
تَقطَعُ في هامِ العِدى وَتَفري
إِلَيكَto you ياO سَيِّدَlord of أَهلِthe people of العَصرِthe age
إِلَيكَ يا سَيِّدَ أَهلِ العَصرِ
cutting into enemies' heads and cleaving them.
Severing in the zeal of enemies and swarming,
To you, O lord of the people of this age,
To you, O master of the people of the age,
رَفَعتُI raised بِالمَدحِin praise بَناتِthe daughters of فِكريmy thought
رَفَعتُ بِالمَدحِ بَناتِ فِكري
كَرائِماًnoble maidens تُهدىare presented لِغَيرِto one who is not صِهرِa son-in-law
كَرائِماً تُهدى لِغَيرِ صِهرِ
I have raised in praise the daughters of my thought:
I have raised with praise the daughters of my thoughts,
noble maidens presented to one who is no son-in-law.
As precious gifts offered to one not a brother-in-law,
نَزَّهتُهاI kept them pure عَنfrom خَطَلٍfoolish speech وَهُجرِand obscenity
نَزَّهتُها عَن خَطَلٍ وَهُجرِ
تَبراdeclare themselves free إِلَيكَto you مِنof عُيوبِthe flaws of الشِعرِpoetry
تَبرا إِلَيكَ مِن عُيوبِ الشِعرِ
I have kept them free of foolishness and foul speech;
I have protected them from errors and estrangement,
they avow to you their freedom from poetry's flaws.
Innocently coming to you from the flaws of poetry,
عَروضُهاtheir meter سالِمَةٌsound مِنfrom كَسرِmetrical fracture
عَروضُها سالِمَةٌ مِن كَسرِ
تَمَلَّtake delight مِنهاin them بِالحَصانِin the chaste maiden البِكرِvirgin
تَمَلَّ مِنها بِالحَصانِ البِكرِ
Their meter is sound, without a break.
Their meters safe from imperfections,
Delight in them as in a chaste virgin,
Adorned for you in the dress of the untouched camel,
مِثلِlike العَروسِthe bride أُبرِزَتbrought forth مِنfrom خِدرِa secluded chamber
مِثلِ العَروسِ أُبرِزَت مِن خِدرِ
نَظَمتُهاI strung them نَظمَas the stringing of عُقودِnecklaces of الدُرِّpearls
نَظَمتُها نَظمَ عُقودِ الدُرِّ
like a bride brought forth from her bower.
Like a bride brought out from her tent,
I strung them as necklaces of pearls;
I have composed it in the form of a pearl necklace,
أُشرِقُI shine فيupon سالِفَةٍthe side of a neck وَنَحرِand upper breast
أُشرِقُ في سالِفَةٍ وَنَحرِ
يُضحيbecomes بِهاthrough them عِرضُthe honor of الكَريمِthe noble الحُرِّfreeborn
يُضحي بِها عِرضُ الكَريمِ الحُرِّ
I shine upon a neck and breast.
I shine in an ancient and pure lineage,
Through them a noble, freeborn man's honor becomes
In which the honor of the noble freeman is sacrificed,
ذاpossessed of أَرَجٍfragrance مِنfrom طيبِهاtheir perfume وَنَشرِand wafted scent
ذا أَرَجٍ مِن طيبِها وَنَشرِ
كَأَنَّهُas though it مُضَمَّخٌwere drenched بِعِطرِin perfume
كَأَنَّهُ مُضَمَّخٌ بِعِطرِ
fragrant with their perfume and wafted scent,
With a bouquet from its perfume and strewing,
as though it were drenched in perfume.
As if smeared with fragrance,
بِالشَفعِby the even ياO رَبَّLord of العُلىthe heights وَالوِترِand the odd
بِالشَفعِ يا رَبَّ العُلى وَالوِترِ
وَبِالحَجيجِand by the pilgrims وَاللَياليand the nights العَشرِten
وَبِالحَجيجِ وَاللَيالي العَشرِ
By the even and the odd, O Lord of the heights,
I ask you by the judge and the odd prayer,
and by the pilgrims and the ten nights,
And the pilgrimage and the ten nights,
وَبِالصَفاand by al-Safa وَزَمزَمٍand Zamzam وَالحُجرِand al-Hijr
وَبِالصَفا وَزَمزَمٍ وَالحُجرِ
هَبgrant لِجَلالِto Jalal الدينِal-Din طولَlength of العُمرِlife
هَب لِجَلالِ الدينِ طولَ العُمرِ
and by al-Safa, Zamzam, and al-Hijr,
And Safa, Zamzam and the Black Stone,
grant Jalal al-Din long life,
Grant to Jalal Ad-Din a long life,
وَاِشدُدand strengthen بِهِthrough him فيamid الحادِثاتِcalamities إِزريmy back
وَاِشدُد بِهِ في الحادِثاتِ إِزري
ياO مَنYou who يُجيبُanswer دَعوَةَthe plea of المُضطَرِّthe distressed
يا مَن يُجيبُ دَعوَةَ المُضطَرِّ
and through him strengthen my back amid calamities.
And strengthen me through him in tribulations,
O You who answer the distressed one's call,
O You who answers the call of the distressed!
أَجِبanswer دُعائيmy prayer وَتَقَبَّلand accept نَذريmy vow
أَجِب دُعائي وَتَقَبَّل نَذري
أَسعِدهُmake him happy ياO رَبِّmy Lord بِهَذاin this الَشَهرِmonth
أَسعِدهُ يا رَبِّ بِهَذا الَشَهرِ
answer my prayer and accept my vow.
Respond to my prayer and accept my vow,
Make him happy, O Lord, in this month,
Bring him happiness, O Lord, in this month,
سَعادَةًhappiness تَبقَىthat endures بَقاءَas long as الدَهرِtime
سَعادَةً تَبقَى بَقاءَ الدَهرِ
فيin خَفضِease of عَيشٍliving وَاِرتِفاعِand loftiness of قَدرِrank
في خَفضِ عَيشٍ وَاِرتِفاعِ قَدرِ
with happiness enduring as long as time,
A happiness that remains for eternity,
in ease of life and loftiness of rank,
In lowly and high station,
ماas long as اِفتَرَّsmiles open لَيلٌnight عَنto reveal بَياضِthe whiteness of فَجرِdawn
ما اِفتَرَّ لَيلٌ عَن بَياضِ فَجرِ
وَماand as long as دَعَتcalls هاتِفَةٌa calling bird فيin وَكرِa nest
وَما دَعَت هاتِفَةٌ في وَكرِ
as long as night smiles open to reveal dawn's whiteness,
No night has invented against the whiteness of dawn,
and as long as a calling bird cries in a nest
Nor did a caller call in a den,
بِشاهِقِon one lofty of الذُروَةِsummit مُشمَخِرِّtowering
بِشاهِقِ الذُروَةِ مُشمَخِرِّ
upon a high-crested, towering mountain.
With the towering summit sneering!