Sol 6.1

  1. أَروَيتَ ظَمآنَ الصَعيدِ الهامِدِ

    وَمَلَأتَ مِن جِزعَيكَ عَينَ الرائِدِ

    You quenched the thirst of the parched, lifeless earth,

    And from your two valley-bends you filled the scout's eye.

  2. وَلَقَد أَتَيتُكَ صادِياً فَكَرَعتُ في

    شِيَمٍ أَلَذَّ مِنَ الزُلالِ البارِدِ

    And indeed I came to you thirsty, and drank straight from

    Virtues sweeter than cool, clear water.

  3. مَهَّدتُ لِاِسمِكَ مَنزِلاً وَمَحِلَّةً

    في الشِعرِ بَينَ نَوادِرٍ وَشَواهِدِ

    I made ready for your name a dwelling and an abode

    In poetry, among rare verses and lines quoted as exemplars.

  4. فَهُوَ المُراحُ لِكُلِّ مَعنىً عازِبٍ

    وَهوَ العِقالُ لِكُلِّ بَيتٍ شارِدِ

    So it is the fold for every straying thought,

    And it is the hobble for every runaway verse.

  5. كَم نِعمَةٍ زَيَّنَتَني بِسُموطِها

    كَالعِقدِ في عُنُقِ الكِعابِ الناهِدِ

    You have adorned me with the strands of many a favor,

    Like a necklace around a budding-breasted maiden's neck.

  6. غادَرتَها كَالسورِ عولي سَمكُهُ

    مَضروبَةً بَيني وَبَينَ الحاسِدِ

    You left it like a wall whose height was raised,

    Erected between me and the envier.

  7. فَاِشدُد يَدَيكَ عَلى يَدَيَّ وَتَلافَني

    مِن مَطلَبٍ كَدِرِ المَوارِدِ راكِدِ

    So grip my hands firmly in yours, and rescue me

    From a stagnant pursuit with turbid watering-places.

  8. أَصبَحتُ في طُرُقاتِهِ وَوُجوهِهِ

    أَعمى وَلَكِنّي نَبيلُ القائِدِ

    Along its paths and ways I have become

    Blind, yet my guide is noble.

  9. تِلكَ القَليبُ مُباحَةً أَرجاؤُها

    وَالحَوضُ مُنتَظِرٌ وُرودَ الوارِدِ

    That is the well, its edges freely accessible,

    And the trough awaits the water-seeker's arrival.

  10. وَالدَلوُ بالِغَةُ الرِشاءِ مَليئَةٌ

    بِالرِيِّ إِن وُصِلَت بِباعٍ واحِدِ

    And the bucket, at its rope's full reach, is full

    Of thirst-quenching water, if extended by a single armspan.