لَعَلَّكَperhaps you ذاكِرُremembering الطَلَلِthe ruined campsite القَديمِancient
لَعَلَّكَ ذاكِرُ الطَلَلِ القَديمِ
وَموفٍand keeping faith بِالعُهودِwith the pledges عَلىat الرُسومِthe traces
وَموفٍ بِالعُهودِ عَلى الرُسومِ
Perhaps you remember the ancient ruined campsite,
You are perhaps remembering the ancient ruins
And honor your pledges at its traces,
And keeping promises according to customs
وَواصِفُand describing ناقَةٍa she-camel تَذَرُshe leaves المَهارىthe Mehri camels
وَواصِفُ ناقَةٍ تَذَرُ المَهارى
مُوَكَّلَةًcharged with بِوَخدٍwith swift pacing أَوor رَسيمِa trot
مُوَكَّلَةً بِوَخدٍ أَو رَسيمِ
And describe a she-camel that leaves the Mehri camels
And describing a she-camel leaving behind the skilled
Bound to swift pacing or a trot.
Assigned with a cheek or a breeze
وَقَدand already أَمَّمتَyou headed toward بَيتَthe House of اللَهِGod نُضواًworn thin
وَقَد أَمَّمتَ بَيتَ اللَهِ نُضواً
عَلىupon عَيرانَةٍa sturdy she-camel حَرفٍlean and tough سَعومِswift-traveling
عَلى عَيرانَةٍ حَرفٍ سَعومِ
And you have headed for the House of God, worn thin,
And you wished the House of God farewell
Upon a sturdy, lean, swift-traveling she-camel.
On a litter of gently flowing script
أَتَيتُI reached القَادِسِيَّةَal-Qadisiyyah وَهيَwhile she تَرنوgazes
أَتَيتُ القَادِسِيَّةَ وَهيَ تَرنو
إِلَيَّat me بِعَينِwith the eye of شَيطانٍa devil رَجيمِaccursed
إِلَيَّ بِعَينِ شَيطانٍ رَجيمِ
I reached al-Qadisiyyah while she was gazing
I came to al-Qadisiya while it
At me with the eye of an accursed devil.
Looks at me with the eye of an accursed devil
فَماand not بَلَغَتshe reached بِناwith us عُسفانَUsfan حَتّىuntil
فَما بَلَغَت بِنا عُسفانَ حَتّى
رَنَتshe gazed بِلِحاظِwith the gaze of لُقمانِLuqman الحَكيمِthe Wise
رَنَت بِلِحاظِ لُقمانِ الحَكيمِ
She had not brought us to Usfan before
We did not reach Usfan before
She gazed with the gaze of Luqman the Wise.
It glanced with the gaze of the wise Luqman
وَبَدَّلَهاand changed her السُرىnight travel بِالجَهلِin place of rashness حِلماًforbearance
وَبَدَّلَها السُرى بِالجَهلِ حِلماً
وَقَدَّand slashed أَديمَهاher hide قَدَّthe slashing of الأَديمِleather
وَقَدَّ أَديمَها قَدَّ الأَديمِ
Night travel changed her rashness into forbearance,
And Sura replaced its ignorance with wisdom
And slashed her hide as leather is slashed.
And its hide was as tough as leather
أَذابَmelted away سَنامَهاher hump قَطعُcrossing الفَيافيthe deserts
أَذابَ سَنامَها قَطعُ الفَيافي
وَمَزَّقَand tore apart جِلدَهاher skin نَضجُthe seething of العَصيمِsweat
وَمَزَّقَ جِلدَها نَضجُ العَصيمِ
Crossing the deserts melted away her hump,
The cutting of swords melted its idol
And the seething sweat tore her skin.
And the ripening of unripe dates tore its skin
طَواهاwore her thin طَيُّهاher folding up الموماةَthe wasteland وَخداًat a swift pace
طَواها طَيُّها الموماةَ وَخداً
إِلىtoward أَجبالِthe mountains of مَكَّةَMecca وَالحَطيمِand al-Hatim
إِلى أَجبالِ مَكَّةَ وَالحَطيمِ
Her folding up the wasteland in swift strides wore her thin,
Folding it, its bending brought it cheek down
Toward the mountains of Mecca and al-Hatim.
To the mountains of Mecca and al-Hatiym
رَمَتhurled خُطُواتِهاher strides بِبَنيwith the sons of خَطاياsins
رَمَت خُطُواتِها بِبَني خَطايا
مُواشِكَةًhastening إِلىtoward رَبٍّa Lord كَريمِgenerous
مُواشِكَةً إِلى رَبٍّ كَريمِ
Her strides hurled the sons of sin onward,
Its steps threw away the sons of sins
Hastening toward a generous Lord,
Approaching an Generous Lord
بِكُلِّacross every بَعيدَةِfar-reaching الأَرجاءِin its bounds تيهٍtrackless
بِكُلِّ بَعيدَةِ الأَرجاءِ تيهٍ
كَأَنَّas though أُوارَهاits scorching heat وَهجُthe blaze of الجَحيمِHell
كَأَنَّ أُوارَها وَهجُ الجَحيمِ
Across every trackless waste with far-distant bounds,
In every remote part of the horizon, lost
As though its scorching heat were the blaze of Hell.
As if its brilliance is the heat of hell
أَقولُI say لَهاto her وَقَدand already أَوحَتshe conveyed بِعَينٍwith an eye
أَقولُ لَها وَقَد أَوحَت بِعَينٍ
إِلَيَّto me تَشَكِّيَthe plaint of الدَنِفِone wasted by illness السَقيمِsick
إِلَيَّ تَشَكِّيَ الدَنِفِ السَقيمِ
I say to her, after she has conveyed with an eye
I say to it, as it winked at me
To me the plaint of one wasting away in sickness:
Complaining of the feeble, sick soul
بُكورُكِyour early-rising rider أَشعَرُthe finest poet of الثَقلَينِhumankind and jinn طُرّاًall together
بُكورُكِ أَشعَرُ الثَقلَينِ طُرّاً
وَأَوفىand most richly endowed الناسِof people فيin حَسَبٍancestral honor صَميمِgenuine
وَأَوفى الناسِ في حَسَبٍ صَميمِ
Your early-rising rider is the finest poet of all humans and jinn,
Your morning made the two burdens lighter
And the most richly endowed of people with genuine ancestral honor.
And the most faithful of people in origin
فَمالَكِso what ails you? تَشتَكينَyou complain وَأَنتِwhile you are تَحتيbeneath me
فَمالَكِ تَشتَكينَ وَأَنتِ تَحتي
وَتَحتَand beneath مُحَمَّدٍMuhammad بَدرِthe full moon of النُجومِthe stars
وَتَحتَ مُحَمَّدٍ بَدرِ النُجومِ
Why, then, do you complain when you are beneath me,
What do you complain of while you are under
And beneath Muhammad, the full moon among the stars?
Muhammad the full moon of the stars
مَتىwhenever أَظمَتكِmakes you thirsty هاجِرَةٌnoonday heat فَشيميthen look toward
مَتى أَظمَتكِ هاجِرَةٌ فَشيمي
أَنامِلَهُhis fingertips تُرَوِّكِthey will quench your thirst بِالنَسيمِwith the breeze
أَنامِلَهُ تُرَوِّكِ بِالنَسيمِ
Whenever noonday heat parches you, look to
When did a noble Haajara shade you
His fingertips; they will quench your thirst with the breeze.
Her fingers scent you with the breeze
وَإِنand if غَشِيَتكِenvelops you ظَلماءٌa dark night تَجَلّىclears away
وَإِن غَشِيَتكِ ظَلماءٌ تَجَلّى
بِغُرَّتِهِby his radiant brow دُجىthe gloom of اللَيلِthe night البَهيمِpitch-black
بِغُرَّتِهِ دُجى اللَيلِ البَهيمِ
And if a dark night shrouds you, cleared away
And if darkness covered you, the light
By his radiant brow is the gloom of pitch-black night.
Of his face dispelled the night's gloom
فَمَرَّتthen she went on مِثلَماjust as يَمشيwalks شَهيدٌa martyr
فَمَرَّت مِثلَما يَمشي شَهيدٌ
سَوِيّاًupright فيon صِراطٍa path مُستَقيمِstraight
سَوِيّاً في صِراطٍ مُستَقيمِ
Then she went on as a martyr walks,
So it passed as a martyr walks
Upright on a straight path.
Steadily on a straight path
وَلَولاand were it not for اللَهُGod يَومَon the day at مِنىًMina لَأَبدَتshe would surely have revealed
وَلَولا اللَهُ يَومَ مِنىً لَأَبدَت
هَواهاher love كُلُّevery ذاتِwoman with حَشىًa waist هَضيمِslender
هَواها كُلُّ ذاتِ حَشىً هَضيمِ
And but for God, on the day at Mina she would have revealed
And were it not for God the day of Mina
Her love—every woman with a slender waist.
Every possessor of an arid, barren heart would have displayed its passion
رَمَينَthey shot at أَخاa man of اِغتِرابٍexile وَاِكتِئابٍand sorrow
رَمَينَ أَخا اِغتِرابٍ وَاِكتِئابٍ
بِعَينَيwith the two eyes of جُؤذُرٍa wild-cow calf وَبِجيدِand with the neck of ريمِa gazelle
بِعَينَي جُؤذُرٍ وَبِجيدِ ريمِ
They shot at a man of exile and sorrow
They threw the brother of estrangement and distress
With a wild-cow calf's eyes and a gazelle's neck.
With the eyes of a coward and a mean forehead
Sol 6.1