قَدoften أَغتَديI go forth early وَالصُبحُand the dawn مُحمَرُّreddened الطُرَرthe fringes
قَد أَغتَدي وَالصُبحُ مُحمَرُّ الطُرَر
وَاللَيلُand the night تَحدوهُurge it onward تَباشيرُthe first heralds السَحَرof daybreak
وَاللَيلُ تَحدوهُ تَباشيرُ السَحَر
Often I go forth early, dawn's fringes flushed red,
The dawn has risen, morning blushes crimson,
I venture forth while the dawn wears crimson fringes,
And night urged onward by the heralds of daybreak,
And the night is heralded by whispers of dawn.
And the night is driven back by the heralds of daybreak,
وَفيand in تَواليهِits trailing reaches نُجومٌstars كَالسُرَرlike navels
وَفي تَواليهِ نُجومٌ كَالسُرَر
بِسَحَقِon one swift in الميعَةِthe initial rush مَيّالِswaying العُذَرthe mane-locks
بِسَحَقِ الميعَةِ مَيّالِ العُذَر
And stars like navels in its trailing reaches,
In its progression, stars like lanterns,
While in its wake the stars remain like scattered lamps,
On a swift-rushing steed, its mane-locks swaying,
With the splendor of the haloed moon inclined to excuse.
On a steed of towering vigor, swaying in his tack,
كَأَنَّهُas though it were يَومَon the day of الرِهانِthe race المُحتَضِرattended by spectators
كَأَنَّهُ يَومَ الرِهانِ المُحتَضِر
طاوٍhungry; empty-bellied غَداwent out early يَنفُضُshakes off صيبانَnits المَطَرof the rain
طاوٍ غَدا يَنفُضُ صيبانَ المَطَر
As though, on the day of the race before spectators,
As though it were the day of the decrepit wager,
As though, on the day of the race, he is all-present,
It were a hungry bird, out early shaking off the rain's nits
A tomorrow shaking off the drops of rain,
Lean-bellied, rising to shake off the beads of rain,
عَنfrom زَفِّthe fine down مِلحاحٍrelentless بَعيدِfar-reaching المُنكَدَرthe downward swoop
عَن زَفِّ مِلحاحٍ بَعيدِ المُنكَدَر
أَقنىhook-beaked يَظَلُّremain طَيرُهُits quarry-birds عَلىon حَذَرguard
أَقنى يَظَلُّ طَيرُهُ عَلى حَذَر
From its down—a relentless hunter with a far-reaching swoop,
From the undulating gait of a distant, moaning camel,
From the plumage of a relentless diver, swooping from on high,
Hook-beaked, whose quarry-birds remain on guard.
Whose burdened bird circles warily overhead,
Hook-beaked, holding the birds beneath him in dread,
يَلُذنَthey seek refuge مِنهُfrom it تَحتَbeneath أَفنانِthe branches of الشَجَرthe trees
يَلُذنَ مِنهُ تَحتَ أَفنانِ الشَجَر
مِنfrom صادِقِone true to الوَعدِthe promise طَروحٍone that fells prey بِالنَظَرwith its gaze
مِن صادِقِ الوَعدِ طَروحٍ بِالنَظَر
They seek refuge from it beneath the branches of trees,
Sheltering beneath the boughs of trees,
As they seek refuge from him under the branches of trees,
From one true to its promise, who fells with a glance.
That sincerely promise with a glance,
From one true to his promise, casting his vision far,
كَأَنَّماas though عَيناهُits two eyes فيin وَقبَيthe two hollows of حَجَرa stone
كَأَنَّما عَيناهُ في وَقبَي حَجَر
بَينَbetween مَآقٍinner eye-corners لَمnot تُخَرَّقwere pierced بِالإِبَرwith needles
بَينَ مَآقٍ لَم تُخَرَّق بِالإِبَر
As though its two eyes lay in two hollows of a stone,
As though their eyes were set in solid rock,
As if his eyes were set within hollows of stone,
Between eye-corners never pierced by needles.
Between impenetrable heights, unpierced by needles.
Between eyelids that were never pierced by needles.
Sol 6.1