وفتيةٍand a band of youths تعلوrises بهاthrough them أخطارُهاtheir standing
وفتيةٍ تعلو بها أخطارُها
رواحُهاtheir evening departure للمَجدِfor glory وابتكارُهاand their early-morning departure
رواحُها للمَجدِ وابتكارُها
And a band of youths through whom their standing rises,
Youthful ones rising high despite the dangers,
Their evening journeys and early departures are for glory;
Their spirits aspiring for glory and innovation.
وماand whatever اشتَهتdesired أنفسُهاtheir souls شِعارُهاtheir watchword
وما اشتَهت أنفسُها شِعارُها
تَطرَّبَتgrew joyous لنُزهَةٍfor an outing أقمارُهاtheir moons
تَطرَّبَت لنُزهَةٍ أقمارُها
And whatever their souls desire is their watchword.
Their souls did not desire any banners,
Their moons grew joyous for an outing,
Made joyous by an excursion of moons.
فيمَّمَتso they headed toward مَوْشِيَّةًembroidered أقطارُهاits regions
فيمَّمَت مَوْشِيَّةً أقطارُها
تعومُswim فيin غُدرانِهاits pools أطيارُهاits birds
تعومُ في غُدرانِها أطيارُها
So they headed for a land whose reaches were embroidered.
They set out traveling the regions,
Its birds swim in its pools;
Their birds floating in the estuaries.
قدalready حُلِّيَتْwere adorned بزَهرِهاwith its blossoms أشجارُهاits trees
قد حُلِّيَتْ بزَهرِها أشجارُها
وصُندِلَتْand were sandalwood-tinted بمَدِّهاby their swelling أنهارُهاits rivers
وصُندِلَتْ بمَدِّها أنهارُها
Its trees were adorned with its blossoms,
Their trees adorned with blossoms,
And its rivers were sandalwood-tinted by their swelling.
Their rivers glistening with dew.
بمُطمِعاتٍwith hope-inspiring ones حُصَّنَتْwere fortified ديارُهاtheir dwellings
بمُطمِعاتٍ حُصَّنَتْ ديارُها
نِجارُstock خَطيِّKhatt-made القَناspear-shafts نِجارُهاtheir stock
نِجارُ خَطيِّ القَنا نِجارُها
Their dwellings were fortified with hope-inspiring weapons;
With tempting hopes their homes fortified,
Their stock is that of Khatt's spear-shafts.
The carpenter of the curved canal their carpenter.
تُصانُare guarded منbecause of بَهجتِهاtheir beauty أبشارُهاtheir skins
تُصانُ من بَهجتِها أبشارُها
صونَthe guarding of العذارىmaidens أُسبِلَتwere let fall أستارُهاtheir veils
صونَ العذارى أُسبِلَت أستارُها
Their skins are guarded for their beauty,
Their faces protected from ruinous beauty,
As maidens are guarded, their veils let fall.
Their curtains lowered to guard their chastity.
مُصْفَرَّةٌyellow-hued ماnot شانَهاmarred them اصفرارُهاtheir yellowness
مُصْفَرَّةٌ ما شانَها اصفرارُها
أحسنُfiner منthan مَنظرِهاtheir appearance أخبارُهاtheir tales
أحسنُ من مَنظرِها أخبارُها
Yellow-hued, yet their yellowness has not marred them;
Yellow though their complexion, not from jaundice,
Their tales are finer than their appearance.
Their character more beautiful than their visage.
تُزجيsend forth حِساناًbeautiful ones قَبُحَتْbecame ugly آثارُهاtheir effects
تُزجي حِساناً قَبُحَتْ آثارُها
أَفْتَكُdeadlier منthan كِبارِهاtheir large ones صغارُهاtheir small ones
أَفْتَكُ من كِبارِها صغارُها
They launch fair missiles whose effects are ugly;
They walk gracefully though their tracks are ugly,
Their small ones are deadlier than their large.
Their children more deadly than their elders.
فلستُso I do not أدريknow أيُّهاwhich of them خِيارُهاtheir best ones
فلستُ أدري أيُّها خِيارُها
تَلفَحُscorches مجتازَone crossing الهواءِthe air نارُهاtheir fire
تَلفَحُ مجتازَ الهواءِ نارُها
So I do not know which of them are best.
I know not which of them is the best,
Their fire scorches whatever crosses the air,
Their fire touches the breeze but no sparks fly.
ماnot طارَflew فيin آثارِهاtheir wake شَرارُهاtheir sparks
ما طارَ في آثارِها شَرارُها
طاعتُهits obedience لفِتيَةٍto a band of youths تختارُهاchooses them
طاعتُه لفِتيَةٍ تختارُها
Though no sparks fly in their wake.
No flames rose in their footsteps,
It obeys a band of youths who choose them;
Obedient to youth they chose.
يَقَعْنَthey fall فيماwherever وَقَعَتْfell أبصارُهاtheir eyes
يَقَعْنَ فيما وَقَعَتْ أبصارُها
حتىuntil إذاwhen الشمسُthe sun خَباdied down استعارُهاits blaze
حتى إذا الشمسُ خَبا استعارُها
They strike wherever the youths' eyes alight.
Falling into what their sights fell upon,
Until, when the sun's blaze died down,
Until the sun waned and borrowed its light.
واصفرَّand turned yellow منfrom مَغربِهاits western horizon إزارُهاits waist-wrap
واصفرَّ من مَغربِها إزارُها
وحانَand the time came منof واردةٍa water-seeking flock إصدارُهاsending it back
وحانَ من واردةٍ إصدارُها
And its waist-wrap yellowed from its western horizon,
Its dress yellowed as it set in the west,
And it was time to send the water-seeking flock back,
And the time came for its gathering to leave.
حُمرٌred علىupon أيديهمُtheir hands بوارُهاtheir ruin
حُمرٌ على أيديهمُ بوارُها
فصرَّعَتso they felled مَوشِيَّةًembroidered أطمارُهاtheir ragged garments
فصرَّعَت مَوشِيَّةً أطمارُها
Their doom lay red upon the youths' hands.
Blushes on their hands from fingertips to elbows,
Then they felled birds whose ragged garments were embroidered,
Their excursions saddened by parting.
فيin حُلَلٍrobes قدalready شُدَّدَتْwere fastened tight أزرارُهاtheir buttons
في حُلَلٍ قد شُدَّدَتْ أزرارُها
يَضحكُlaughs فيamid لُجَينِهاtheir silver نُضارُهاtheir gold
يَضحكُ في لُجَينِها نُضارُها
In robes whose buttons had been fastened tight.
In garments whose buttons were fastened,
Their gold laughs amid their silver,
Their blossoms smiling in their cheeks.
وفيand in سوادِthe blackness ليلِهاof their night نهارُهاtheir daylight
وفي سوادِ ليلِها نهارُها
كروضةٍlike a meadow مختلطٍmingled نُوَّارُهاits blossoms
كروضةٍ مختلطٍ نُوَّارُها
And in their night's blackness their daylight laughs,
In the blackness of night their day,
Like a meadow whose blossoms intermingle.
A garden blended with shoots and buds.
Sol 6.1