أَقولُI say لِلقانِصِto the hunter حينَwhen غَلَّساset out before dawn
أَقولُ لِلقانِصِ حينَ غَلَّسا
وَالصُبحُand dawn فيin النِقابِthe veil ماnot تَنَفَّساbreathed
وَالصُبحُ في النِقابِ ما تَنَفَّسا
I say to the hunter as he sets out before dawn,
I say to the hunter when he prowled
I speak to the huntsman as he sets forth in the pre-dawn gloom,
while dawn is still veiled and has not yet breathed,
And morning in the veil scarcely breathed
While the morning, behind its veil, has yet to draw a breath.
يَقودُhe leads كَلباًa dog لِلطَرادِfor the chase أَطلَساdusky-coated
يَقودُ كَلباً لِلطَرادِ أَطلَسا
لَمnot يُلفِfind عَنfrom فَريسَةٍprey تَحَوُّساshrinking away
لَم يُلفِ عَن فَريسَةٍ تَحَوُّسا
leading a dusky-coated dog out for the chase.
He leads a dog for hunting an Atlas mountain lion
He guides a dust-hued hound, primed for the pursuit,
He has never found it shrinking from any prey.
That never missed prey when it hid
One never found to waver or turn aside from prey.
ماnot رَشَقَdarted at الظِباءَthe gazelles إِلّاexcept قَرطَساhit the mark
ما رَشَقَ الظِباءَ إِلّا قَرطَسا
وَرَّثَهُbequeathed to it النَجدَةَcourage مِمّاfrom what أَسَّساestablished
وَرَّثَهُ النَجدَةَ مِمّا أَسَّسا
It never darted at gazelles without hitting the mark.
He only hit the gazelles with arrows
He casts not at the gazelles but that he strikes the mark,
Courage was bequeathed to it from foundations laid
And inherited from his ancestors who founded
Inheriting a valor rooted in his very foundations—
أَبٌa sire وَخالٌand a maternal uncle لَمnot يَزَلcease to be مُرَأَّساappointed chief
أَبٌ وَخالٌ لَم يَزَل مُرَأَّسا
تَخالُهُtakes it to be العَينُthe eye لِمَنto whoever تَفَرَّساlooked discerningly
تَخالُهُ العَينُ لِمَن تَفَرَّسا
by a sire and a maternal uncle, always held as chief.
A father and uncle who always led
From a sire and an uncle, ever crowned with command.
A discerning eye would take it for
His eye mistakes whoever he watched
The discerning eye perceives him, upon close gaze,
فيin حَومَةِthe thick of الطَرِّthe fray هُماماًa valiant champion أَشوَساfierce-eyed
في حَومَةِ الطَرِّ هُماماً أَشوَسا
إِنif هَمَّresolved بِالشِدَّةِon charging يَوماًone day غَلَّساset out before dawn
إِن هَمَّ بِالشِدَّةِ يَوماً غَلَّسا
a valiant, fierce-eyed champion in the thick of the fray.
In the heat of the chase, a ferocious one
In the heat of the charge, a warrior fierce and bold.
If one day it resolves to charge, it sets out before dawn,
If he was intent one day on being hard
If he resolves upon a strike one day, he rises in the dark,
فَأَعدَمَand so deprived الخَزّانَthe male hares مِنهُthrough it الأَنفُساthe lives
فَأَعدَمَ الخَزّانَ مِنهُ الأَنفُسا
حَتّىuntil لَقَدindeed أَبكىmade weep القِنانَthe hilltops الطُمُّساthe sightless
حَتّى لَقَد أَبكى القِنانَ الطُمُّسا
and so deprives the male hares of their lives,
He would execute the guards out of him the selves
Depriving the guardians of their very souls,
until it makes even the sightless hilltops weep.
To the point that he made the hidden one cry
Until he draws tears from the hidden, veiled ones.
بورِكتَblessed are you قَنّاصاًa hunter سَليلاًa scion أَخنَساsnub-nosed
بورِكتَ قَنّاصاً سَليلاً أَخنَسا
فَكَمand how many رَأَيناwe have seen ضاوِياًfrail مُهَلَّساemaciated
فَكَم رَأَينا ضاوِياً مُهَلَّسا
Blessed are you, hunter, snub-nosed scion!
Blessed a silent hunter descendant
Blessings upon you, O hunter, scion of a lion-hearted line,
And how many a frail, emaciated man we have seen,
So how many have we seen destroyed, demolished
For how many a famished, withered wretch have we seen,
يَشكوhe complains إِذاwhen لاقاكَhe met you جَدّاًfortune تَعِساwretched
يَشكو إِذا لاقاكَ جَدّاً تَعِسا
أَصبَحَhas become مِنfrom كَسبِكَyour catch قَدalready تَكَردَساgrown plump
أَصبَحَ مِن كَسبِكَ قَد تَكَردَسا
complaining, when he met you, of wretched fortune,
Complain when they meet you miserable
Lamenting his miserable fortune until he crossed your path,
who has now grown plump on your catch.
They have been, from your work, tousled
Who then, through your spoils, became laden with abundance.
Sol 6.1