دعleave ذاthis وعدّand direct قريضَthe verse of شعركyour poetry فيabout امرئٍa man
دع ذا وعدّ قريضَ شعرك في امرئٍ
يَهذيhe babbles ويُنشدand recites شعرَهhis poetry كالفاجرlike a libertine
يَهذي ويُنشد شعرَه كالفاجر
Leave this, and turn your poetic verse toward a man
Leave this one be and turn your poetry to one
who babbles and recites his poetry like a libertine.
Who raves and recites his verses like a libertine,
واذكرand recall لهto him قِطعَfragments of الشريطthe cord وشدخَهand its crushing
واذكر له قِطعَ الشريط وشدخَه
بمهنَّدwith an Indian-forged sword ماضيkeen الحديدةthe blade باترsevering
بمهنَّد ماضي الحديدة باتر
And remind him of the cord's fragments and its crushing
And remind him of the severed headband and his cheek
with an Indian-forged sword, keen of blade and severing,
Split open by Muhanad's iron sword long ago,
قلقِrestless النِّصالblades فرِّfinest of (uncertain reading) المعاولmattocks مرهَفٍfinely honed
قلقِ النِّصال فرِّ المعاول مرهَفٍ
أعمىblind كقادمةlike a leading wing-feather of العقابthe eagle الكاسرswooping
أعمى كقادمة العقاب الكاسر
restless of blade, finest among mattocks, finely honed,
The restive blades and picks that pierce and blind
blind, like the leading wing-feather of a swooping eagle.
Like the swooping eagle's talons that crush and tear.
فظلتَso you continued تأكلُdevouring مالَهhis wealth وتركتَهand left him
فظلتَ تأكلُ مالَه وتركتَه
بالشامin Syria يُشدُhe fortifies كلَّevery قصرٍpalace عامرinhabited
بالشام يُشدُ كلَّ قصرٍ عامر
So you kept devouring his wealth and left him
You ate his wealth and left him
in Syria, fortifying every inhabited palace.
To wander each palace in Damascus now laid bare,
وتركتهاand you left it عاراًa disgrace عليكupon you وسُبَّةًand a reproach
وتركتها عاراً عليك وسُبَّةً
ماas long as عشتyou live تُذكرit is remembered مثلlike طوقthe neck-ring of الطائرa bird
ما عشت تُذكر مثل طوق الطائر
And you left it a disgrace upon you and a reproach,
And you left him naked, shamed by you, a hostage
remembered as long as you live, like the ring around a bird's neck.
Never mentioned but to scorn like an enslaved bird.
عثمانُUthman عمكمُyour uncle ولستمand you are not مثلَهlike him
عثمانُ عمكمُ ولستم مثلَه
وبنوand the sons of أميّةَUmayya منكمamong you كالآمرlike a commander
وبنو أميّةَ منكم كالآمر
Uthman is your uncle, but you are not like him;
Othman was your uncle yet you are not like him
and the sons of Umayya among you are like a commander.
And the clan of Umayyah by you seems but a fool,
وبنوand the sons of أبيكyour father سخيفةfeeble أحلامُهمtheir judgment
وبنو أبيك سخيفة أحلامُهم
فُحشُfoul النفوسin spirit لدىbefore الجليسthe companion الزائرvisiting
فُحشُ النفوس لدى الجليس الزائر
And your father's sons are feeble of judgment,
Your father's sons, their dreams are paltry things,
foul in spirit before a visiting companion,
Debased souls in the company of any chance guest.
جُبنcowardly القلوبat heart لدىin الحروبwars أذلةabject
جُبن القلوب لدى الحروب أذلة
ماnot يقلبونthey turn علىat صفيرthe whistle of الصافيرthe whistler
ما يقلبون على صفير الصافير
cowardly at heart in war, abject—
Faint hearts amidst the wars, servile,
they do not turn at the whistle of a whistler.
Turning like weathervanes in the lightest breeze,
وسيوفُهمand their swords فيin الحربwar كلٌّeach مفلّلchipped
وسيوفُهم في الحرب كلٌّ مفلّل
نابٍfailing to cut مضاربهits striking edges ودانٍand inferior دائرblunt
نابٍ مضاربه ودانٍ دائر
And their swords in war are each chipped,
Their swords in war all hang limp like teeth
with striking edges that fail to bite, inferior and blunt.
Yanked out, hammers that will not strike or turn.
أحياؤهمtheir living عارa disgrace علىto أمواتهمtheir dead
أحياؤهم عار على أمواتهم
والميّتونand the dead مسبَّa cause for reviling للغابرfor those remaining
والميّتون مسبَّ للغابر
Their living are a disgrace to their dead,
Their lives disgrace their dead gone down before
and the dead are a reproach to those who remain.
And the dead are shamed by their forgotten bones.
لمwhy تنظرونdo you look إذاwhen هدرتُI roar إليكمُat you
لم تنظرون إذا هدرتُ إليكمُ
نظرَthe gaze of التّيوسhe-goats إلىat شِفارthe blades of الجازرthe butcher
نظرَ التّيوس إلى شِفار الجازر
Why, when I roar at you, do you look
You never saw that when I roared against you
as he-goats look at the butcher's blades,
It was the look the wolf gives the butcher's knife.
خُزرَsidelong العيونِeyes منكسيbowing أرقابَهمtheir necks
خُزرَ العيونِ منكسي أرقابَهم
نظرَthe gaze لذليلa lowly man's إلىat العزيزthe mighty القاهرthe vanquisher
نظرَ لذليل إلى العزيز القاهر
eyes askance, their necks bowed,
Eyes cast down, heads bowed in shame
as a lowly man looks at the mighty vanquisher?
The look a slave gives to the mighty lord above.
Sol 6.1