أَفيis there in ماwhat تُؤَدّيconveys الريحُthe wind عَرفُthe fragrance of سَلامِa greeting
أَفي ما تُؤَدّي الريحُ عَرفُ سَلامِ
وَمِمّاand among what يَشُبُّkindles البَرقُthe lightning نارُa fire of غَرامِpassion
وَمِمّا يَشُبُّ البَرقُ نارُ غَرامِ
Is a greeting's fragrance in what the wind conveys,
In what the wind whispers, is there a fragrance of peace?
and a fire of passion among what the lightning kindles?
And from what the lightning ignites, is there a fire of passion?
وَإِلّاand if not فَماذاthen what أَرَّجَperfumed الريحَthe wind سَحرَةًbefore dawn
وَإِلّا فَماذا أَرَّجَ الريحَ سَحرَةً
وَأذكىand stoked عَلىupon الأَحشاءِthe vitals لَفحَthe scorching heat of ضِرامِa blaze
وَأذكى عَلى الأَحشاءِ لَفحَ ضِرامِ
If not, what perfumed the wind before dawn
Why else would the wind gently stir at dawn
and stoked a blaze's scorching heat upon my vitals?
And kindle embers in my heart with its touch?
أَماindeed وَجُمانٍby pearls مِنfrom حَديثِa tale of عَلاقَةٍlove
أَما وَجُمانٍ مِن حَديثِ عَلاقَةٍ
يَهُزُّsways إِلَيهِtoward it الشَيخُthe old man عِطفَthe flank of غُلامِa youth
يَهُزُّ إِلَيهِ الشَيخُ عِطفَ غُلامِ
Indeed, by the pearls of a tale of love,
Could it be from the tales of a love
to which the old man sways with a youth's suppleness,
That pulls the old man to the youngster's affection?
تَحَلَّتwere adorned بِهِwith it مابَينَbetween سَلمىSalma وَمَربَعٍand a spring encampment
تَحَلَّت بِهِ مابَينَ سَلمى وَمَربَعٍ
سَوالِفُnecks أَيّامٍdays سَلَفنَpassed كِرامِnoble
سَوالِفُ أَيّامٍ سَلَفنَ كِرامِ
with which, between Salma and a spring encampment, were adorned
It adorned what's between Salma and Marba'
the necks of noble days long gone,
With memories of glorious days long past
لَقَدindeed هَزَّنيit stirred me فيin رَيطَةِthe mantle of الشَيبِgray hair هَزَّةًa tremor
لَقَد هَزَّني في رَيطَةِ الشَيبِ هَزَّةً
أَرَتنيit showed me وَرائيbehind me فيin الشَبابِyouth أَماميahead of me
أَرَتني وَرائي في الشَبابِ أَمامي
it truly stirred me, in the mantle of gray hair, with a tremor
In my graying hair, it shook me with a jolt
that showed me my youthful past ahead of me.
Showing me behind, my youth ahead
فَلَولاbut for دِفاعُthe protection of اللَهِGod عُجتُI would have veered مَعَwith الهَوىdesire
فَلَولا دِفاعُ اللَهِ عُجتُ مَعَ الهَوى
وَجُلتُand I would have roamed بِواديهِthrough its valley أَجُرُّI drag خِطاميmy halter
وَجُلتُ بِواديهِ أَجُرُّ خِطامي
But for God's protection, I would have veered with desire,
Had it not been for God's defense, I would have faltered to desire
and roamed its valley, dragging my halter.
And roamed its valley, dragging my rein
وَرُبَّand many لَيالٍnights بِالغَميمِat al-Ghamim أَرِقتُهاI spent them sleepless
وَرُبَّ لَيالٍ بِالغَميمِ أَرِقتُها
لِمَرضىfor the languid جُفونٍeyelids بِالفُراتِby the Euphrates نِيامِasleep
لِمَرضى جُفونٍ بِالفُراتِ نِيامِ
Many a night at al-Ghamim I spent sleepless
Many a night I stayed up restless
for those with languid eyelids, asleep by the Euphrates.
With sleepy eyes by the Euphrates' sleepers
يَطولُgrows long عَلَيَّfor me اللَيلُthe night ياأُمَّO mother of مالِكٍMalik
يَطولُ عَلَيَّ اللَيلُ ياأُمَّ مالِكٍ
وَكُلُّand all لَياليthe nights of الصَبِّthe lovelorn لَيلُa night of تَمامِutmost length
وَكُلُّ لَيالي الصَبِّ لَيلُ تَمامِ
The night grows long for me, O Umm Malik,
The night grows long for me, O mother of Malik
and every night of the lovelorn is winter's longest night.
And all the nights of my youth are nights of perfection
وَلَمand did not أَدرِI know ماwhat أَشجىmore poignant وَأَدعىand more inviting إِلىto الهَوىlove
وَلَم أَدرِ ما أَشجى وَأَدعى إِلى الهَوى
أَخَفقَهُa flash? بَرقٍlightning أَمor غِناءُthe singing of حَمامِdoves
أَخَفقَهُ بَرقٍ أَم غِناءُ حَمامِ
Nor did I know what was more poignant and more inviting to love:
I know not what incited me and led me to passion
a flash of lightning, or the singing of doves?
A flashing lightning or the cooing of a dove?
إِذاwhenever ماemphatic particle اِستَخَفَّتنيswept me away لَهاfor her أَريحِيَّةٌan eager impulse
إِذا ما اِستَخَفَّتني لَها أَريحِيَّةٌ
عَثَرتُI stumbled بِذَيليover the two hems of لَوعَةٍanguish وَظَلامِand darkness
عَثَرتُ بِذَيلي لَوعَةٍ وَظَلامِ
Whenever an eager impulse for her swept me away,
When an aromatic breeze toys with me
I stumbled over the twin hems of anguish and darkness.
I stumble into the darkness of agony
وَخَضخَضتُand I churned دونَshort of الحَيِّthe encampment أَحشاءَthe entrails of لَيلَةٍa night
وَخَضخَضتُ دونَ الحَيِّ أَحشاءَ لَيلَةٍ
يُخَفِّرُنيescorts me فيهاwithin it وَميضُthe flash of غَمامِa cloud
يُخَفِّرُني فيها وَميضُ غَمامِ
And, short of the encampment, I churned the entrails of a night
I murmured in the dead of a night
in which a cloud's lightning flash served as my escort.
Which a passing cloud kept making darker
فَقَضَّيتُهاso I spent it ماthe interval بَينَbetween رَشفَةِa sip of لَوعَةٍanguish
فَقَضَّيتُها ما بَينَ رَشفَةِ لَوعَةٍ
وَأَنَّةِand a moan of شَكوىcomplaint وَاِعتِناقِand an embrace of غَرامِpassion
وَأَنَّةِ شَكوى وَاِعتِناقِ غَرامِ
So I spent it between a sip of anguish,
I spent it between a sip of torment
and a moan of complaint, and an embrace of passion.
And moaning of complaint and embracing passion
وَأَحسَنُand the loveliest ماwhat اِلتَفَّتwrapped itself عَلَيهِaround it دُجُنَّةٌdeep darkness
وَأَحسَنُ ما اِلتَفَّت عَلَيهِ دُجُنَّةٌ
عِناقُan embrace of حَبيبٍa beloved عَنinstead of عِناقِan embrace of حُسامِa sword
عِناقُ حَبيبٍ عَن عِناقِ حُسامِ
And the loveliest thing that deep darkness enfolds
The best thing a voluptuous one turned to
is an embrace of a beloved, rather than an embrace of a sword.
Is a lover's embrace, not the sword's edge
فَلَيتَso, if only نَسيمَthe breeze of الريحِthe wind رَقرَقَwould ripple أَدمُعيmy tears
فَلَيتَ نَسيمَ الريحِ رَقرَقَ أَدمُعي
خِلالَthrough دِيارٍdwellings بِاللِوىat al-Liwa وَخِيامِand tents
خِلالَ دِيارٍ بِاللِوى وَخِيامِ
If only the wind's breeze would ripple my tears
If only the morning breeze gently stirred my tears
through the dwellings and tents at al-Liwa,
Through the homesickness of dwellings and tents
وَعاجَand turned aside عَلىtoward أَجراعِthe sandy reaches of وادٍa valley بِذيat Dhu الغَضاal-Ghada
وَعاجَ عَلى أَجراعِ وادٍ بِذي الغَضا
فَصافَحَthen shook hands with عَنّيon my behalf فَرعَthe branch of كُلِّevery بِشامِbalsam tree
فَصافَحَ عَنّي فَرعَ كُلِّ بِشامِ
and turn toward a valley's sandy reaches at Dhu al-Ghada,
And lamented in the valleys of Dhi Al-Ghadha
then shake hands, on my behalf, with every balsam branch.
Bidding every branch in Bisham farewell on my behalf
مَسَحتُI wiped لَهُfor it عَنfrom ناظِرِيَّmy two eyes صَبابَةًyearning
مَسَحتُ لَهُ عَن ناظِرِيَّ صَبابَةً
وَأَقلِلand how scant بِدَمعيmy tears are مِنas قَضاءِfulfillment of ذِمامِa bond of loyalty
وَأَقلِل بِدَمعي مِن قَضاءِ ذِمامِ
I wiped yearning from my eyes for it—
I wiped off a mist from my eyes for him
and how scant are my tears in discharging a bond of loyalty!
And with my tears, relieve the tightness of my reins
فَياso, O عَرفَfragrance of ريحٍa wind عاجَturned aside عَنfrom بَطنِthe hollow of لَعلَعٍLaʿlaʿ
فَيا عَرفَ ريحٍ عاجَ عَن بَطنِ لَعلَعٍ
يَجُرُّdragging عَلىacross الأَنداءِthe dew فَضلَthe loose end of زِمامِa rein
يَجُرُّ عَلى الأَنداءِ فَضلَ زِمامِ
So, O fragrance of a wind that turned from Laʿlaʿ's hollow,
So O morning breeze that stirs from the belly of dawn
dragging a rein's loose end across the dew,
Dragging its tail over the dunes' tops
بِماby what بَينَناbetween us بِالحِقفِat the curved dune مِنamong رَملِthe sands of عالِجٍʿAlij
بِما بَينَنا بِالحِقفِ مِن رَملِ عالِجٍ
وَفيand at مُلتَقىthe meeting place of الأَرطىthe arta shrubs بِسَفحِat the foot of شِمامِShimam
وَفي مُلتَقى الأَرطى بِسَفحِ شِمامِ
by what we shared at the curved dune in the sands of ʿAlij,
With what's between us, the desert sands of 'Alaj
and where the arta shrubs meet at the foot of Shimam,
And where the meadows meet at the foot of Shimam
تَلَذَّذtake delight بِدارِin the house of القَصفِrevelry عَنِّيَon my behalf ساعَةًfor a while
تَلَذَّذ بِدارِ القَصفِ عَنِّيَ ساعَةً
وَأَبلِغand convey to نَداماهاits drinking companions أَعَمَّthe most encompassing سَلامِgreeting
وَأَبلِغ نَداماها أَعَمَّ سَلامِ
delight for a while in the house of revelry on my behalf,
Delight for an hour in the abode of my beloved
and convey an all-embracing greeting to its drinking companions.
And convey her dwellings my profoundest greetings
وَقُلand say لِغَمامٍto a cloud أَلحَفَdraped الأَرضَthe earth ذَيلَهُwith its hem
وَقُل لِغَمامٍ أَلحَفَ الأَرضَ ذَيلَهُ
فَلَفَّthen wrapped فُجاجاًbroad valleys تَحتَهُbeneath it بِإِكامِwith hillocks
فَلَفَّ فُجاجاً تَحتَهُ بِإِكامِ
And say to a cloud that draped the earth with its hem,
And tell the clouds that wrapped the land under its folds
wrapping the valleys beneath it together with the hillocks:
Folding layers under it with determination
أَماis there not لَكَfor you مِنany ظِلٍّshade يُبَرِّدُthat cools مَضجَعيmy bed
أَما لَكَ مِن ظِلٍّ يُبَرِّدُ مَضجَعي
أَماis there not لَكَfor you مِنany طَلٍّdew يَبُلُّthat moistens أَواميmy burning thirst
أَما لَكَ مِن طَلٍّ يَبُلُّ أَوامي
Have you no shade to cool my bed?
Can you offer a shade to cool my bed?
Have you no dew to moisten my burning thirst?
Can you offer a shadow to wet my eyelids?
وَأَيُّand what نَدىًdew أَوor بَردِcoolness of ظِلٍّshade لِمُزنَةٍfor a rain cloud
وَأَيُّ نَدىً أَو بَردِ ظِلٍّ لِمُزنَةٍ
عَلىin عَقبِthe wake of أَترابٍpeers رُزِئنَwho were lost كِرامِnoble
عَلى عَقبِ أَترابٍ رُزِئنَ كِرامِ
Yet what dew or cool shade can a rain cloud offer
What dew or cool shade for deep sorrows
after noble companions have been lost?
After nobles were buried in tombs?
وَقَفتُI stood وُقوفَthe standing of الشَكِّdoubt بَينَamong قُبورِهِمtheir graves
وَقَفتُ وُقوفَ الشَكِّ بَينَ قُبورِهِم
أُعَظِّمُهاI revere them مِنof أَعظُمٍbones وَرِجامِand piled stones
أُعَظِّمُها مِن أَعظُمٍ وَرِجامِ
I stood in disbelief among their graves,
I stood perplexed between their graves
revering them—bones and heaps of stones.
Revering them above the greatest and loftiest
وَأَندُبُand I lament أَشجىmore plaintive رَنَّةٍa cry مِنthan حَمامَةٍa dove
وَأَندُبُ أَشجى رَنَّةٍ مِن حَمامَةٍ
وَأَبكيand I weep وَأَقضيand I discharge مِنpart of ذِمامِthe obligation to رِمامِdecayed remains
وَأَبكي وَأَقضي مِن ذِمامِ رِمامِ
And I lament with a cry more plaintive than a dove's,
I lament with more profound wailing than a dove's
and weep, repaying part of my debt to their moldering remains.
I cry and spend my tears to their last drops
قَضواthey died بَينَamong وادٍa valley لِلسَماحِof generosity وَمَشرَعٍand a watering place
قَضوا بَينَ وادٍ لِلسَماحِ وَمَشرَعٍ
وَغارِبِand the withers of عِزٍّhonor فيin العُلىthe heights وَسَنامِand a hump
وَغارِبِ عِزٍّ في العُلى وَسَنامِ
They died—among them a valley of generosity and a watering place,
They passed in a valley of generosity and glory
and the withers of honor on high, and its hump;
And setting suns at the highest peaks
وَمُنتَصِبٍand one upright كَالرُمحِlike a spear هِزَّةَa flourish of عِزَّةٍpride
وَمُنتَصِبٍ كَالرُمحِ هِزَّةَ عِزَّةٍ
وَفَتكَةَand a deadly stroke of بَأسٍmight وَاِستِواءَand straightness of قَوامِstature
وَفَتكَةَ بَأسٍ وَاِستِواءَ قَوامِ
and one upright as a spear, with a proud flourish,
Standing tall like a spear, shaking with pride
a mighty, deadly stroke, and a straight, well-proportioned frame;
And ferocity in battle and upright posture
وَمُنصَلِتٍand one unsheathed كَالسَيفِlike a sword نُصرَةَin defense of صاحِبٍa friend
وَمُنصَلِتٍ كَالسَيفِ نُصرَةَ صاحِبٍ
وَضِحكَةَand a smile of بِشرٍcheer وَاِعتِزازَand dignity of مَقامِstation
وَضِحكَةَ بِشرٍ وَاِعتِزازَ مَقامِ
and one drawn like a sword in a friend's defense,
Unsheathing like a sword, aiding their comrades
in a cheerful smile, and in the dignity of his station;
With happy laughter and pride in their positions
وَمُنتَقِلٍand one journeying مُستَقبِلٍfacing كَعبَةَthe Kaaba of العُلىexaltation
وَمُنتَقِلٍ مُستَقبِلٍ كَعبَةَ العُلى
يُصَلّيleads in prayer بِأَهليهاwith its people صَلاةَa prayer of زُؤامِsudden death
يُصَلّي بِأَهليها صَلاةَ زُؤامِ
and one journeying, facing the Kaaba of exaltation,
Moving onward, facing their destiny like the Ka'ba
leading its people in a prayer of sudden death.
Praying for its people at first light
تَهِلُّyou rejoice لَهُin him مِنfrom عِفَّةٍchastity فيamid طَلاقَةٍopen cheer
تَهِلُّ لَهُ مِن عِفَّةٍ في طَلاقَةٍ
كَأَنَّas though بِبُردَيهِwithin his two cloaks هِلالَthe crescent of صِيامِfasting
كَأَنَّ بِبُردَيهِ هِلالَ صِيامِ
You rejoice in his chastity joined with open cheer,
Chastity dawns upon them with elegance
as though the crescent of fasting lay within his two cloaks.
As if the new crescent adorns their attire
وَماnor ضَرَّهُharmed him أَنthat يَستَسِرَّhe hides himself لِعاتِمٍfrom a latecomer
وَما ضَرَّهُ أَن يَستَسِرَّ لِعاتِمٍ
إِذاif ماemphatic particle بَداhe appears فيat آخِرٍa later time بِتَمامِin fullness
إِذا ما بَدا في آخِرٍ بِتَمامِ
Nor does it harm him to be hidden from a latecomer,
It did not harm them to hide in darkness
if he later appears in all his fullness.
If they appeared fully in the end
Sol 6.1