ايا من يدعي الفهم - مشاري راشد العفاسي translation in English

ايا من يدعي الفهم

أيا مَن يدّعي الفَـهْـمْ
إلى كمْ يا أخا الوَهْـمْ
تُعبّي الـذّنْـبَ والـذمّ
وتُخْطي الخَطأ الجَـمّ
أمَا بانَ لـكَ الـعـيْبْ
أمَا أنْـذرَكَ الـشّـيبْ
وما في نُصحِـهِ ريْبْ
ولا سمْعُكَ قـدْ صـمّ
أمَا نادَى بكَ الـمـوتْ
أمَا أسْمَعَك الصّـوْتْ
أما تخشَى من الفَـوْتْ
فتَحْـتـاطَ وتـهـتـمْ
فكمْ تسدَرُ في السهْـوْ
وتختالُ من الـزهْـوْ
وتنْصَبُّ إلى الـلّـهـوْ
كأنّ الموتَ مـا عَـمّ
وحَـتّـام تَـجـافـيكْ
وإبْـطـاءُ تـلافـيكْ
طِباعاً جمْعـتْ فـيكْ
عُيوباً شمْلُها انْـضَـمّ
إذا أسخَطْـتَ مـوْلاكْ فَما تقْلَـقُ مـنْ ذاكْ
وإنْ أخفَقت مسـعـاكْ
تلظّيتَ مـنَ الـهـمّ
وإنْ لاحَ لكَ النّـقـشْ
منَ الأصفَرِ تهـتَـشّ
وإن مرّ بك النّـعـشْ
تغامَـمْـتَ ولا غـمّ
تُعاصي النّاصِحَ البَـرّ
وتعْـتـاصُ وتَـزْوَرّ
وتنْقـادُ لـمَـنْ غَـرّ
ومنْ مانَ ومـنْ نَـمّ
وتسعى في هَوى النّفسْ
وتحْتالُ على الفَـلْـسْ
وتنسَى ظُلمةَ الرّمـسْ
ولا تَـذكُـرُ مـا ثَـمّ
ولوْ لاحظَـكَ الـحـظّ
لما طاحَ بكَ اللّـحْـظْ
ولا كُنتَ إذا الـوَعـظْ جَلا الأحزانَ تغْـتَـمّ
ستُذْري الدّمَ لا الدّمْـعْ
إذا عايَنْتَ لا جـمْـعْ
يَقي في عَرصَةِ الجمعْ
ولا خـالَ ولا عــمّ
كأني بـكَ تـنـحـطّ
إلى اللحْدِ وتـنْـغـطّ
وقد أسلمَك الـرّهـطْ
إلى أضيَقَ مـنْ سـمّ
هُناك الجسمُ مـمـدودْ
ليستـأكِـلَـهُ الـدّودْ
إلى أن ينخَرَ الـعـودْ
ويُمسي العظمُ قـد رمّ
ومنْ بـعْـدُ فـلا بُـدّ
منَ العرْضِ إذا اعتُـدّ
صِراطٌ جَـسْـرُهُ مُـدّ
على النارِ لـمَـنْ أمّ
فكمْ من مُرشـدٍ ضـلّ
ومـنْ ذي عِـزةٍ ذَلّ
وكم مـن عـالِـمٍ زلّ
وقال الخطْبُ قد طـمّ
فبادِرْ أيّها الـغُـمْـرْ
لِما يحْلو بـهِ الـمُـرّ
فقد كادَ يهي العُـمـرْ
وما أقلعْـتَ عـن ذمّ
ولا ترْكَنْ إلى الدهـرْ
وإنْ لانَ وإن ســرّ
فتُلْفى كمـنْ اغـتَـرّ
بأفعى تنفُـثُ الـسـمّ
وخفّضْ منْ تـراقـيكْ فإنّ المـوتَ لاقِـيكْ
وسارٍ فـي تـراقـيكْ وما ينـكُـلُ إنْ هـمّ
وجانِبْ صعَرَ الـخـدّ ... إذا ساعـدَكَ الـجـدّ
وزُمّ اللـفْـظَ إنْ نـدّ ... فَما أسـعَـدَ مَـنْ زمّ
ونفِّسْ عن أخي البـثّ ... وصـدّقْـهُ إذا نــثّ
ورُمّ العـمَـلَ الـرثّ ... فقد أفـلـحَ مَـنْ رمّ
ورِشْ مَن ريشُهُ انحصّ ... بما عمّ ومـا خـصّ
ولا تأسَ على النّقـصْ ... ولا تحرِصْ على اللَّمّ
وعادِ الخُلُـقَ الـرّذْلْ ... وعوّدْ كفّـكَ الـبـذْلْ
ولا تستمِـعِ الـعـذلْ ... ونزّهْها عنِ الـضـمّ
وزوّدْ نفسَكَ الـخـيرْ ... ودعْ ما يُعقِبُ الضّـيرْ
وهيّئ مركبَ الـسّـيرْ ... وخَفْ منْ لُـجّةِ الـيمّ
بِذا أُوصـيك يا صـاحْ ... وقد بُحتُ كمَـن ب
ـاحْ فطوبى لـفـتًـى راحْ ... بآدابـــيَ يأتَـــم

Oh, you who claim to understand

Oh, you who claim to understand
How long, oh brother of illusion,
Will you pile up sin and blame
And make great mistakes?
Has the flaw not become apparent to you?
Has your gray hair not warned you?
There is no doubt in its advice,
Nor has your hearing been deafened.
Has death not called you?
Has the voice not reached you?
Do you not fear missing out
So that you can take precautions and be concerned?
How often do you get lost in reverie
And take pride in your vanity?
And devote yourself to play
As if death had not prevailed.
And why do you continue to ignore
And delay your recovery
From the traits that have gathered in you,
Whose flaws have come together?
If you anger your master, why do you not worry about it?
And if you fail in your endeavors
You will burn with worry,
And if the inscription becomes clear to you
From the yellow, you will be delighted,
And if the coffin passes you by
You will pretend there is no sorrow.
You disobey the righteous advisor,
You hide and turn your back,
And you follow those who deceive,
Those who forbid and those who gossip.
And you pursue your own desires,
And you scheme for money,
And you forget the darkness of the grave,
And you do not remember what is there.
If luck had taken notice of you,
Your gaze would not have fallen upon you.
Nor would you have grieved if the sermon had overcome your sorrows.
You will shed blood, not tears
When you witness not gathering,
There will be no safety in the gathering place,
No uncle or cousin.
I feel like you are sinking
Into the grave and being covered
And the people have left you
To something narrower than poison.
There the body is stretched out
For the worms to eat,
Until the wood rots
And the bones are left.
And after that there is no escape
From the display if it is counted,
A path whose bridge is stretched
Over the fire for those who intend to.
How many guides have gone astray,
And how many who were strong have become weak?
And how many scholars have stumbled
And said that the matter has been taken care of?
So hasten, oh fool
To what will sweeten the bitterness
For life has almost come.
And you have not given up on blame
Do not rely on time
Even if it is easy and comfortable
So that you will not find yourself as someone who was deceived
By a snake that spits poison
And make your voice lower, for death will meet you
And will pass through your veins and will not spare you.
And avoid arrogance ... if effort helps you
And lower your voice if you are called on ... for how fortunate is he who lowers his voice
And comfort your brother's grief ... and believe him if he speaks
And aim for a noble deed ... for he who aims will succeed
And sow to him whose feathers are plucked ... with what is general and what is specific
And do not regret the deficiency ... and do not be too eager to collect
And fight against bad character ... and accustom your hand to giving
And do not listen to reproach ... and purify it from blame
And provide your soul with goodness ... and leave what brings about harm
And prepare the vehicle of travel ... and fear the depth of the sea
With this I advise you, oh friend ... and I have spoken as one who is silent
So blessed is the young man who goes forth ... and is orphaned by my etiquette.