قَدsometimes أَغتَديI set out early وَالصُبحُwhile dawn فيin دُجاهُits darkness
قَد أَغتَدي وَالصُبحُ في دُجاهُ
كَطُرَّةِlike the border of البُردِthe striped cloak عَلامَتاهُits two markings
كَطُرَّةِ البُردِ عَلامَتاهُ
Sometimes I set out early, while dawn is still in its darkness,
The morn has dawned with duskiness yet lingering,
I venture forth while dawn is veiled in gloom,
Its two markings like the border of a striped cloak,
Like speckled frost its traces on the hill-slope cling.
Its signs appearing like a mantle's plume,
بِيُؤيُؤٍwith a merlin يُعجِبُdelights مَنwhoever رَآهُsaw it
بِيُؤيُؤٍ يُعجِبُ مَن رَآهُ
ماno فيamong اليَآئيthe merlins يُؤيُؤٌa merlin شَرواهُits equal
ما في اليَآئي يُؤيُؤٌ شَرواهُ
With a merlin that delights whoever sees it.
With plaints melodious he doth make all hearers yearn,
With a merlin that delights the gazer's eye,
No merlin among merlins is its equal
But mourns no creature like the Yá'ú mourner lone.
No hawk among its kind with it can vie.
مِنfor سُفعَةٍa dusky tint طُرَّwere edged بِهاwith it خَدّاهُits two cheeks
مِن سُفعَةٍ طُرَّ بِها خَدّاهُ
أَزرَقُblue-gray لاnot تَكذِبُهُdeceive it عَيناهُits two eyes
أَزرَقُ لا تَكذِبُهُ عَيناهُ
For the dusky tint edging its two cheeks.
From blows right frequent falls the morning star of blue,
With dusky markings tracing down his cheek,
Blue-gray, its eyes never deceive it.
Whose eye nor fails nor yet denies the tale as true.
An azure bird whose eyes the truth do speak.
فَلَوso if يَرىcould see القانِصُthe hunter ماwhat يَراهُsees it
فَلَو يَرى القانِصُ ما يَراهُ
فَدّاهُwould ransom it بِالأُمِّwith his mother وَقَدand indeed فَدّاهُhas ransomed it
فَدّاهُ بِالأُمِّ وَقَد فَدّاهُ
So if the hunter could see what it sees,
Would that the huntsman might behold him as he flies,
For if the huntsman saw what he descries,
He would ransom it with his mother—and indeed he has—
Self-ransomed with his mother dear who ransom gave.
He'd ransom him with mother's sacrifice.
مِنfrom بَعدِafter ماwhen يَذهَبُfail حِملاقاهُhis two inner eyelids
مِن بَعدِ ما يَذهَبُ حِملاقاهُ
لاnot يوئلُsave المَكّاءُthe lark مَنكِباهُits two shoulders
لا يوئلُ المَكّاءُ مَنكِباهُ
After his own eyes can see no farther.
After his harmless ramblings cease to spread alarm,
And when his piercing gaze has fixed its aim,
The lark's two shoulders cannot save it,
The geese no more will bend their necks and take to flight.
The whistling lark finds no escape from shame,
وَلاnor جَناحانِtwo wings تَكَنَّفاهُflanked it
وَلا جَناحانِ تَكَنَّفاهُ
مِنهُfrom it إِذاwhen طارَit flies وَقَدand already تَلاهُfollowed it
مِنهُ إِذا طارَ وَقَد تَلاهُ
Nor the two wings flanking it,
No wings will overshadow him from hurt him to guard,
Nor can the wings that shield it offer aid,
From the merlin when it flies and the merlin follows,
When he, though faring forth, returns from perilous flight.
From him, when once the deadly flight is made,
دونَwithout اِنتِزاعِtearing out السِحرِthe lungs مِنfrom حَشاهُits innards
دونَ اِنتِزاعِ السِحرِ مِن حَشاهُ
لَوeven if أَكثَرَdid much of التَسبيحَglorifying God ماnot نَجّاهُsaved it
لَو أَكثَرَ التَسبيحَ ما نَجّاهُ
Without its lungs being torn from its innards.
Without some charm withdrawn from him his food to mar,
Save tearing out the life from deep inside;
Even if it praised God abundantly, that would not save it.
Naught would avail the utmost praise to keep him sound.
Though much it prayed, no mercy would betide.
ذاكَthat الَّذيwhich خَوَّلَناهُgranted it to us اللَهُGod
ذاكَ الَّذي خَوَّلَناهُ اللَهُ
تَبارَكَblessed is اللَهُGod الَّذيwho هَداهُguided it
تَبارَكَ اللَهُ الَّذي هَداهُ
That is the one God has granted us;
He whom the Lord inspired for us to frame and fix,
This is the bounty God to us has sent,
Blessed is God, who has guided it.
Blest be the Lord Most High who wisely shaped and planned.
Blessed be He who guided its descent.
Sol 6.1