خُذهاtake it يُرِنُّrings out لَهاfor it الجَوادُthe steed صَهيلاa neigh
خُذها يُرِنُّ لَها الجَوادُ صَهيلا
وَتَسيلُand it flows ماءًas water فيin الحُسامِthe keen sword صَقيلاgleaming
وَتَسيلُ ماءً في الحُسامِ صَقيلا
Take it: the steed rings out a neigh for it,
Take her, the steed neighs for her a whinny,
and it flows as gleaming water within the keen blade.
And water flows in the sword, polished.
بَسّامَةًsmiling brightly تُصبيbeguiles الأَريبَthe discerning man وَسامَةًwith beauty
بَسّامَةً تُصبي الأَريبَ وَسامَةً
لَولاwere it not for المَشيبُgray hair لَسِمتُهاI would have marked it تَقبيلاwith kisses
لَولا المَشيبُ لَسِمتُها تَقبيلا
Smiling, it beguiles the discerning with its beauty;
With a smile that captivates the watcher, and a flawlessness,
but for my gray hair, I would have marked it with kisses.
If not for the gray hair, I would have kissed it.
حَمَّلتُهاI loaded it شَوقاًlonging إِلَيكَfor you تَحِيَّةًa greeting
حَمَّلتُها شَوقاً إِلَيكَ تَحِيَّةً
حَمَّلتُهاI loaded it عَتباًreproach عَلَيكَagainst you ثَقيلاheavy
حَمَّلتُها عَتباً عَلَيكَ ثَقيلا
I have laden it with longing for you, as a greeting;
I carried longing for you as a greeting,
I have laden it with heavy reproach against you.
And carried reproach upon you, heavy.
مِنfrom كُلِّevery بَيتٍverse لَوif تَدَفَّقَgushed forth طَبعُهُits natural force
مِن كُلِّ بَيتٍ لَو تَدَفَّقَ طَبعُهُ
ماءًas water لَغَصَّwould surely choke بِهِon it الفَضاءُthe open expanse مَسيلاas a torrent
ماءً لَغَصَّ بِهِ الفَضاءُ مَسيلا
Made of verses whose native force, were it to gush forth
If the essence of every house poured forth water,
as water, would choke the open expanse with its torrent.
The space would be flooded with a torrent.
إيهٍsay on! وَماand no بَينَbetween الجَوانِحِthe ribs غُلَّةٌa burning thirst
إيهٍ وَما بَينَ الجَوانِحِ غُلَّةٌ
لَوif كُنتُI were أَنقَعُto quench بِالعِتابِwith reproach غَليلاa burning thirst
لَو كُنتُ أَنقَعُ بِالعِتابِ غَليلا
Say on! There would be no burning thirst between my ribs,
Alas! There is no rancor between the bosoms,
if I could quench a burning thirst with reproach.
If only I could quench my thirst with reproach.
ماwhy? لِلصَديقِfor the friend وُقيتَmay you be protected تَأكُلُyou eat لَحمَهُhis flesh
ما لِلصَديقِ وُقيتَ تَأكُلُ لَحمَهُ
حَيّاًalive وَتَجعَلُand you make عِرضَهُhis honor مِنديلاa napkin
حَيّاً وَتَجعَلُ عِرضَهُ مِنديلا
Why—may you be protected—do you eat your friend's flesh
What is with a friend whose flesh you eat alive
alive, and make his honor a napkin?
And make his honor a handkerchief?
أَقبَلتَهُyou faced him with صَدرَthe forepart الحُسامِthe keen sword وَطالَماand often
أَقبَلتَهُ صَدرَ الحُسامِ وَطالَما
أَضفَيتَهُyou clothed him دِرعاًa coat of mail عَلَيهِover him طَويلاlong
أَضفَيتَهُ دِرعاً عَلَيهِ طَويلا
You have faced him with the keen sword's point, though often
You met him with an exposed chest and long ago
you draped a long coat of mail over him.
Draped him in an extended coat of mail.
ماذاwhat ثَناكَturned you away عَنِfrom الثَناءِpraise وَنَشرِهِand spreading it
ماذا ثَناكَ عَنِ الثَناءِ وَنَشرِهِ
بُرداًas a mantle عَلىover الرَسمِthe form الجَميلِbeautiful جَميلاbeautiful
بُرداً عَلى الرَسمِ الجَميلِ جَميلا
What turned you from praise and from spreading it
What has turned you from praise and spreading it
as a lovely mantle upon a lovely form—
As a cover on beautiful decor, beautiful?
أَرِجاًfragrant كَماas when عَثَرَstumbled النَسيمُthe breeze بِرَوضَةٍupon a garden
أَرِجاً كَما عَثَرَ النَسيمُ بِرَوضَةٍ
لَدناًsupple كَماas when نَضَحَsprinkled الغَمامُthe clouds مَقيلاa noonday resting place
لَدناً كَما نَضَحَ الغَمامُ مَقيلا
fragrant, as when the breeze stumbles upon a garden,
Slow down, as the breeze stumbled upon a meadow,
supple, as when clouds sprinkle a noonday resting place?
Gently, as the clouds drizzled at evening.
أَعِدِrenew اِلتِفاتَكَyour regard وَاِدَّكِرهاand remember it خِلَّةًa bond of friendship
أَعِدِ اِلتِفاتَكَ وَاِدَّكِرها خِلَّةً
لاتَستَقِلُّcannot uphold بِهاwith it عُلاكَyour lofty standing مُميلاturning aside
لاتَستَقِلُّ بِها عُلاكَ مُميلا
Renew your regard, and remember it as a friendship
Resume your attention, and remember her as a confidante,
your lofty station cannot uphold while you turn aside.
Do not consider your supremacy leaning on her.
وَأَصِخand listen closely إِلىto سَجعِthe rhymed cooing القَريضِof verse فَرُبَّماfor often
وَأَصِخ إِلى سَجعِ القَريضِ فَرُبَّما
نَدبَlamented القَريضُverse مِنَout of الوَفاءِloyalty هَديلاa dove's coo
نَدبَ القَريضُ مِنَ الوَفاءِ هَديلا
And listen to the rhymed cooing of verse; for often
And incline towards the rhyming of verse, perhaps
verse has lamented out of loyalty with a dove's coo.
The verse will wail the loss of loyalty.
وَعُجِand turn المَطِيَّthe riding camels عَلىtoward الوَدادِaffection وَحَيِّهِand salute it
وَعُجِ المَطِيَّ عَلى الوَدادِ وَحَيِّهِ
طَلَلاًa ruined dwelling عَلىunder حُكمِthe decree الزَمانِof time مُحيلاweathered
طَلَلاً عَلى حُكمِ الزَمانِ مُحيلا
And turn the riding camels toward affection, and salute it:
Urge ahead the steed of affection, and motivate it
a ruined dwelling, weathered by time's decree.
As ruins upon the ruling of time, ruined.
وَاِبعَثand send بِطَيفِكَwith your dream-phantom وَاِعتَقِدهاand count it زَورَةًas a visit
وَاِبعَث بِطَيفِكَ وَاِعتَقِدها زَورَةً
وَصِلِand keep up السَلامَgreetings عَلىdespite النَوىseparation تَعليلاfor solace
وَصِلِ السَلامَ عَلى النَوى تَعليلا
And send your dream-phantom, and count it as a visit;
Send forth your specter, and believe it an illusion,
and keep greetings coming despite separation, as solace.
And convey greetings to the intention, justifying.
وَلَئِنand if indeed سَأَلتُI asked بِكَthrough you الغَمامَةَthe rain cloud وابِلاًa downpour
وَلَئِن سَأَلتُ بِكَ الغَمامَةَ وابِلاً
يَسِمُmarks الجَديبَthe parched land لَماsurely not سَأَلتُI asked بَخيلاa miser
يَسِمُ الجَديبَ لَما سَأَلتُ بَخيلا
And if I asked the rain cloud, through you, for a downpour
If I asked the clouds for rain through you,
that marks the parched land, I would surely not have asked a miser.
The torrents would water the valley if I asked the miserly.
وَإِذاand when دَعَبتُI jested وَلاand no دُعابَةَjest غَيبَةٍabsence
وَإِذا دَعَبتُ وَلا دُعابَةَ غَيبَةٍ
فَاِغضُضthen slacken هُناكَthere مِنَsome of العَنانِthe reins قَليلاa little
فَاِغضُض هُناكَ مِنَ العَنانِ قَليلا
And when I jest—no jest behind your back—
And if I jested without jesting absence,
then slacken the reins a little there.
Then restrain yourself there a little from the reins.
وَاِصحَبand take as companion وَذِهنُكَwhile your mind مِنfrom هَجيرٍnoonday heat لافِحٍscorching
وَاِصحَب وَذِهنُكَ مِن هَجيرٍ لافِحٍ
ذِكراًa remembrance كَماas سَرَتِmoved by night القَبولُthe east wind بَليلاmoist and cool
ذِكراً كَما سَرَتِ القَبولُ بَليلا
And take as your companion, while your mind burns with scorching noonday heat,
And accompany your mind with the scent of burgeoning love,
a remembrance, moist and cool as the east wind's night passage.
A memory, as acceptance gently crept.
فَلَقَدfor indeed حَلَلتَyou have alighted مَعَwith الشَبابِyouth بِمَنزِلٍat a station
فَلَقَد حَلَلتَ مَعَ الشَبابِ بِمَنزِلٍ
يَرتَدُّturns back طَرفُthe gaze النَجمُof the star عَنهُfrom it كَليلاexhausted
يَرتَدُّ طَرفُ النَجمُ عَنهُ كَليلا
For indeed, while still young, you have settled at a station
For you have dwelt with youth in an abode,
from which the star's gaze turns back, exhausted.
Where the gaze of stars turns from it timidly.
وَبَدَهتَand you improvised لاnot نَزرَscant in المَحاسِنِbeauties مُجبَلاًpoetically barren
وَبَدَهتَ لا نَزرَ المَحاسِنِ مُجبَلاً
وَمَضَيتَand you advanced لاقَضمَnot chipped الغَرارِthe cutting edge فَليلاblunted
وَمَضَيتَ لاقَضمَ الغَرارِ فَليلا
And you improvised, neither scant in beauties nor barren of inspiration,
You have appeared, no select beauty veiled,
and advanced, your cutting edge neither chipped nor blunted.
And you passed, no coy glance askance.
مُتَدَفِّقاًsurging forth أَعياbaffled العُقولَminds طَريقُهُhis course
مُتَدَفِّقاً أَعيا العُقولَ طَريقُهُ
فَكَأَنَّماso it is as though رَكِبَhe rode المَجَرَّthe Milky Way سَبيلاas a road
فَكَأَنَّما رَكِبَ المَجَرَّ سَبيلا
Surging forth, his course has baffled minds,
Overflowing, its path perplexes minds,
so it is as though he rode the Milky Way as his road.
As if it rode the orbit effortlessly.
يَستَوقِفُmakes stand still العَلياthe heights جَلالاًin awe كُلَّماwhenever
يَستَوقِفُ العَليا جَلالاً كُلَّما
سَجَدَprostrated اليَراعُthe reed pen بِكَفِّهِin his palm تَبجيلاin reverence
سَجَدَ اليَراعُ بِكَفِّهِ تَبجيلا
He makes the heights stand still in awe whenever
It pauses at the sublime, majestically, whenever
the reed pen prostrates in his palm in reverence.
The commoners prostrate to it reverently.
لاnot تَستَنيرُshines بِكَthrough you السِيادَةُnobility غُرَّةًa white forehead blaze
لا تَستَنيرُ بِكَ السِيادَةُ غُرَّةً
حَتّىuntil يَسيلَflows بِكَthrough you النَدىgenerosity تَحجيلاas white leg markings
حَتّى يَسيلَ بِكَ النَدى تَحجيلا
Nobility does not shine through you as a white forehead blaze
Supremacy is not illuminated through you impetuously,
until generosity flows through you as white markings on the legs.
Until dew flows through you profusely.
وَسِوايَand someone other than me يُنشِدُrecites فيabout سِواكَsomeone other than you نَدامَةًin regret
وَسِوايَ يُنشِدُ في سِواكَ نَدامَةً
ياoh لَيتَنيif only I لَمhad not أَتَّخِذكَI take you خَليلاas a close friend
يا لَيتَني لَم أَتَّخِذكَ خَليلا
And another, not I, recites of another, not you, in regret:
And the like recites remorsefully about your like,
Oh, if only I had not taken you as a close friend!
“Would that I had not taken you as a friend.”
Sol 6.1