عَفىhas faded طَلَلٌa ruined campsite بِالرّامَتينِat al-Ramatayn وَمنهَجُand a path
عَفى طَلَلٌ بِالرّامَتينِ وَمنهَجُ
يَجودُpours forth generously لِعَينٍfor an eye لاnot تَفيضُoverflows وَتَنهَجُand pants
يَجودُ لِعَينٍ لا تَفيضُ وَتَنهَجُ
A ruined campsite at al-Ramatayn has faded, and a path.
Talal has recovered at the meadows and trail
It pours forth for an eye that neither overflows nor pants.
Generous to an eye that does not overflow and wanders
وَبُعداًand away with لِقَلبٍa heart لاnot يَذوبُmelts صَبابَةًwith yearning
وَبُعداً لِقَلبٍ لا يَذوبُ صَبابَةً
وَلاand no كَبدٍliver إِلّاexcept وَتُكوىit is seared وَتُنضَجُand roasted
وَلا كَبدٍ إِلّا وَتُكوى وَتُنضَجُ
Away with a heart that does not melt with yearning!
And misery to a heart that does not melt with youth
No liver escapes being seared and roasted.
And any liver except being seared and cooked
تَناوحَتِexchanged laments الوَرَقthe ash-gray الحَمامُdoves فَهِجنَso they stirred ليin me
تَناوحَتِ الوَرَق الحَمامُ فَهِجنَ لي
وَساوِسwhispers وَجدٍof longing فيin الفُؤادِthe heart تَهيَّجsurge
وَساوِس وَجدٍ في الفُؤادِ تَهيَّج
The ash-gray doves exchanged laments, stirring in me
The doves have rustled the leaves so it longs for me
Whispers of longing, surging in the heart.
And awakened passions in the heart that kindled
وَقَفَتI stood بِهِbeside it وَالمقلَتانِand the two eyes كَأَنَّماas though
وَقَفَت بِهِ وَالمقلَتانِ كَأَنَّما
أَفادهماhad supplied them both صَوبٌa downpour مِنَof الغَيثthe rain زَيرَجُunclear term
أَفادهما صَوبٌ مِنَ الغَيث زَيرَجُ
I stood beside it, my two eyes as though
And stopped with it and the eyelids as if
A downpour of rain had replenished them [final word unclear].
A downpour from the rain has benefited them
تَذَكَّرتُI remembered عَيناًwide-eyed beauties كُنَّthey were فيهاin it بِعَينهاin that very place
تَذَكَّرتُ عَيناً كُنَّ فيها بِعَينها
عَشِيَّةone evening تَدنوdraws near كُلَّevery عَيناءwide-eyed beauty تَحرجُholds back
عَشِيَّة تَدنو كُلَّ عَيناء تَحرجُ
I remembered wide-eyed beauties who had been in that very place,
I remembered an eye we were in it with her eye
One evening when every wide-eyed beauty drew near, yet held back.
An evening every bashful one comes near and withdraws
وَرامَand sought العَزاconsolation لَمّاwhen تَذَكَّرَتI remembered ريمهاits gazelle
وَرامَ العَزا لَمّا تَذَكَّرَت ريمها
لِرَبّاتِfor ladies possessing أَجيادِnecks الغَلاصِمthe throats تولَجُa refuge or lair
لِرَبّاتِ أَجيادِ الغَلاصِم تولَجُ
And my heart sought solace when I remembered its gazelle—
And he wanted consolation when it remembered its friend
For ladies with necks, throats are a refuge [syntax unclear].
For the chaste mistresses of heroes it tosses
فَقُلتُso I said وَقَدwhile already كانَwas الفُؤادُthe heart يطيرهsending it flying
فَقُلتُ وَقَد كانَ الفُؤادُ يطيره
بَلابِلtorments أَحياهُنَّrevived them شَوقlonging يُؤَجَّجُbeing kindled
بَلابِل أَحياهُنَّ شَوق يُؤَجَّجُ
So I said, while my heart was being sent flying by
So I said and the heart was flying with it
Torments revived by longing fanned into flame:
Yearnings that revived it, a longing that flames
لتهنَmay they be blessed رياضthe meadows الحُزنِof the rugged upland لَمّاwhen حلِلنَهاthey settled in them
لتهنَ رياض الحُزنِ لَمّا حلِلنَها
كَرائِمَnoble beauties بِكرٍvirgins جادَهُنَّshowered them المُثَجَّجُthe pouring rain
كَرائِمَ بِكرٍ جادَهُنَّ المُثَجَّجُ
Blessed be the upland meadows, now that they have settled there,
The gardens of sorrow relaxed when they lodged in it
Noble virgins upon whom the pouring rain has fallen.
Like the virtues of an untouched virgin they were stuffed
عَزائِزَcherished women لَمdid not يَخدمنَserve بَعلاًa husband ولاnor أَباًa father
عَزائِزَ لَم يَخدمنَ بَعلاً ولا أَباً
يُجاذِبهنَّvies with them العَبقَريُّrich patterned brocade المدَلَّجُnight-going; unclear here
يُجاذِبهنَّ العَبقَريُّ المدَلَّجُ
Cherished women who have served neither husband nor father;
Dear ladies who have not served a husband or father
Rich brocade vies with them [epithet unclear].
The ingenious flirt woos them
وَيُخجِلنَand they shame إِنif باسمنُthey exchange smiles مُبتَسِمthe smiling bloom الرُبىof the hills
وَيُخجِلنَ إِن باسمنُ مُبتَسِم الرُبى
أَقاحيهِits daisies مِنهُنَّfrom them الأَقاحِthe daisies المُفَلَّجُwith spaced teeth
أَقاحيهِ مِنهُنَّ الأَقاحِ المُفَلَّجُ
When they exchange smiles, they shame the hills’ smiling flowers—
And shames if their smile, smiling, is bashful
Their daisies, before the women’s spaced, daisy-white teeth.
Its brilliance makes them blink from it
وَيكسبهاand imparts to it نَشراًa fragrance ذَكياًsweet كَماjust as كَساclothed
وَيكسبها نَشراً ذَكياً كَما كَسا
مَجاسِدهُنَّtheir body-garments العَنبرَambergris المُتأرِّجُwafting fragrance
مَجاسِدهُنَّ العَنبرَ المُتأرِّجُ
And lend them a sweet fragrance, just as
And gives it a bright awakening as if
Wafting ambergris clothes their garments.
Their bodies were covered in fragrant amber
خَليليَّmy two friends هَذاthis مَنهلthe watering place الهزلof jest فارشُداso go rightly, you two
خَليليَّ هَذا مَنهل الهزل فارشُدا
فَليfor I have فيon طَريقthe road الجَدِّof earnestness وَالهَزَلand jest مَنهَجُa path
فَلي في طَريق الجَدِّ وَالهَزَل مَنهَجُ
My two friends, this is jest’s watering place; take the right way,
My friend this is the source of jest so guide
For I have a path through earnestness and jest.
For I have in the path of seriousness and jest a trail
وَقائِلَةand a woman saying لَمّاwhen رَأتنيshe saw me مُشَمِّراًgirded for action
وَقائِلَة لَمّا رَأتني مُشَمِّراً
وَقَدwhile already رابنيhad troubled me ريبthe vicissitudes الزَمانِof Time المُسَرِّجُsaddling up
وَقَد رابني ريب الزَمانِ المُسَرِّجُ
A woman said, when she saw me girded for the journey,
And a woman when she saw me preparing
Troubled by the treachery of saddle-girding Time:
And the vicissitudes of time startled me
أَفيin أَيِّwhat وَجهٍdirection تَبتَغيdo you seek لَكَfor yourself ناصِراًa champion
أَفي أَيِّ وَجهٍ تَبتَغي لَكَ ناصِراً
أَماwill you not تَرعويdesist عَمّاfrom what عزمتyou resolved وَتفرجand find relief
أَما تَرعوي عَمّا عزمت وَتفرج
‘In what direction do you seek a champion for yourself?
In what way do you seek a supporter for yourself
Will you not abandon your resolve and find relief?
Do not you fear what you are determined to do and see
أَفيis it in الحَقِّtruth أَنthat تَعدوyou assail عَلىagainst الدهرTime إنif سَطاit attacks
أَفي الحَقِّ أَن تَعدو عَلى الدهر إن سَطا
فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her مَهلاًgently فَأَينَthen where المفرجُis the refuge
فَقُلتُ لَها مَهلاً فَأَينَ المفرجُ
Is it right to assail Time when it attacks?’
Is it true that you will transgress on fate if it was unfair
I said to her, ‘Gently! Where, then, is refuge?’
So I said to her wait where is relief
بِمَنهَجٍon the road to بيتthe House اللَهِof God وَالحَرَمand the Sanctuary الَّذيwhich
بِمَنهَجٍ بيت اللَهِ وَالحَرَم الَّذي
تقادare led لَهُto it البَدَنُthe sacrificial camels العُلاكِمthe massive ones تَبلجُshine forth
تقاد لَهُ البَدَنُ العُلاكِم تَبلجُ
On the road to God’s House and the Sanctuary to which
With the trail the house of God and the sanctuary which
The massive sacrificial camels are led, gleaming.
The sublime bodies are led to it in throngs
وَحَيثُand where اِلتَقَتmet شُحبthe travel-worn المطيriding camels بَعدَهاafter their long journey
وَحَيثُ اِلتَقَت شُحب المطي بَعدَها
سَواجِمstreaming ماthe space بَينَbetween الضَعائِنthe women’s litters وَلَّجواthey drove inward
سَواجِم ما بَينَ الضَعائِن وَلَّجوا
And where the travel-worn mounts meet after their long journey,
And where the thinness of Miti met after it
Streaming, as riders drive them among the women’s litters.
The bridges of what is between the valleys and they mingled
لَئِنif indeed بلغتنيهthey bring me to him اللَياليthe nights وَجادَand bestows ليupon me
لَئِن بلغتنيه اللَيالي وَجادَ لي
نِداهُhis bounty الَّذيhe who فيin جودِهِhis giving لاnot يُهَجهِجُdrives petitioners away
نِداهُ الَّذي في جودِهِ لا يُهَجهِجُ
If the nights bring me to him, and there flows to me
If the nights bring me its echo and he generously gave to me
His bounty—he who never rebuffs those seeking his gifts—
He whose generosity does not diminish or decrease
لِيَرجِعُwill surely turn back دَهريmy fate صاغِراًhumbled عَنfrom مَساءَتيharming me
لِيَرجِعُ دَهري صاغِراً عَن مَساءَتي
وَيَرجِعand returns مِنَfrom بعدafter الهَريرsnarling يُحشَرِجُgiving a death-rattle
وَيَرجِع مِنَ بعد الهَرير يُحشَرِجُ
Then surely my fate will turn back, humbled, from harming me,
My fate will return belittled from harming me
And return, after snarling, with a death-rattle.
And it will return after the commotion moaning
وَأَنّيand how يَطيقُcan withstand الدَهرTime إِذwhen حَشَّit kindles مَنone who رَجاhopes
وَأَنّي يَطيقُ الدَهر إِذ حَشَّ مَن رَجا
بِظِلِّin the shade of أَبيAbu الذَوّادِal-Dhawwad يَزهىexults وَيَهدُجُand walks with swaying steps
بِظِلِّ أَبي الذَوّادِ يَزهى وَيَهدُجُ
How can Time withstand, when it kindles its fires, one who hopes
And I can endure fate when it has filled with hope
In Abu al-Dhawwad’s shade, exulting and walking with swaying steps?
In the shadow of Abul Thawad he recovers and thrives
يكشفهlays it bare عَنfrom ذيthe possessor of الغَرارينthe two cutting edges عزمةresolve
يكشفه عَن ذي الغَرارين عزمة
وَمِنand from درعِهِhis mail بدرa full moon الذُجىof darkness يتبلَّجُshines forth
وَمِن درعِهِ بدر الذُجى يتبلَّجُ
Resolve lays bare his double-edged sword,
It uncovers him from Thul Ghararayn his determination
And from his mail the full moon of darkness shines.
And from his shield Badr Al-Thuja shines
إِذاwhen الرّأيjudgment مِنfrom ذيthe wearer of التاجِthe crown هامَwanders بِمُلكِهِamid his kingdom
إِذا الرّأي مِن ذي التاجِ هامَ بِمُلكِهِ
فَأَرواهُthen quenched its thirst فيin المكرماتnoble deeds تَبلُّجُa dawning radiance
فَأَرواهُ في المكرمات تَبلُّجُ
When the crowned ruler’s judgment wanders amid his kingdom,
When opinion from Thul Taqi prides itself with his kingdom
Dawning brightness in noble deeds quenches its thirst.
So he showed it in venerations coagulating
فَتىًa youth قَلَدَّتهُhave adorned him with المكرماتnoble deeds تَمائِماًamulets
فَتىً قَلَدَّتهُ المكرمات تَمائِماً
مِنَof الحَمدِpraise تَنموgrow كُلَّevery يَومday وَتبهَجُand gladden
مِنَ الحَمدِ تَنمو كُلَّ يَوم وَتبهَجُ
A youth whom noble deeds have adorned with amulets
A young man whom venerations collared with amulets
Of praise, growing and gladdening every day.
Of praise growing every day and thriving
وَمَلَّكهُand granted him mastery of بيضthe bright aspects الأُمورِof affairs وجوههاtheir faces
وَمَلَّكهُ بيض الأُمورِ وجوهها
يَداهُhis two hands وَرأيٌand judgment فيamid المُلِمّاتِcalamities مُسرَجُkindled
يَداهُ وَرأيٌ في المُلِمّاتِ مُسرَجُ
Mastery of affairs’ bright faces was granted him by
And made him own the purity of matters and their essence
His hands, and judgment kindled amid calamities.
His hand and an opinion in dilemmas penetrating
حَوىencompassed طُرقاتthe roads المَجدِof glory فيin كُلِّevery مَشهَدٍarena
حَوى طُرقات المَجدِ في كُلِّ مَشهَدٍ
فَلَيسَso there is not لَهُfor it إِلّاexcept إِلَيهِto him معرَّجُa place to turn
فَلَيسَ لَهُ إِلّا إِلَيهِ معرَّجُ
He has mastered the roads to glory in every arena;
It contained the paths of glory in every scene
Glory has no place to turn except to him.
So it has no one except Him as a place to ascend
فَلَولاbut for إِمرؤa man نالَwho reached الثُرَيّاthe Pleiades بِسؤددthrough lordliness
فَلَولا إِمرؤ نالَ الثُرَيّا بِسؤدد
لأَصبحَhe would surely be ماthe space بَينَbetween السماكينthe two Simak stars يَعرُجُascending
لأَصبحَ ما بَينَ السماكين يَعرُجُ
But for a man who reached the Pleiades through lordliness,
So if it were not for Imru’ who got the throne with his luck
He would be ascending between the two Simak stars.
What is between the two skies would ascend
إِلَيكَtoward you أَباO Abu الذَوّادِal-Dhawwad رَمَتsped مِنout of الرَجاhope
إِلَيكَ أَبا الذَوّادِ رَمَت مِن الرَجا
رِكابٌriding camels هَداهاguided them واضِحٌa clear path لَكَof yours أَبلَجُradiant
رِكابٌ هَداها واضِحٌ لَكَ أَبلَجُ
Toward you, Abu al-Dhawwad, hope has sent
To you Abu Thawad the feet of hope rode towards you
Mounts guided by your clear, radiant path.
Guided by a clear guide for you congealing
قطعتI crossed بِهاwith them حَرَّthe heat الهُمومِof cares فَأَصبَحَتso they became
قطعت بِها حَرَّ الهُمومِ فَأَصبَحَت
بِبَحرin a sea نَدىًof bounty مِنfrom راحتَيكَyour two palms تأجُجُblazing
بِبَحر نَدىً مِن راحتَيكَ تأجُجُ
With them I crossed the heat of cares, and they came to be
I have cut through the heat of worries so they became
Ablaze in a sea of bounty from your palms.
With a sea of dew from your comfort kindling
وَلَمand not تَكُwere they حَتّىuntil استَيقَنَتthey became certain أَنَّthat قصدهاtheir destination
وَلَم تَكُ حَتّى استَيقَنَت أَنَّ قصدها
مَنازِلthe dwellings رَوّادof seekers العُلىof greatness تَتأَرجُwaft fragrance
مَنازِل رَوّاد العُلى تَتأَرجُ
Only when they knew their destination was
And it did not stop until it was certain that its destination
The homes of seekers of greatness did they breathe out fragrance.
Was the abodes of the visitors of the Most High coagulating
وَعَزوىunclear; perhaps 'my consolation' لِدَهرٍagainst a Time ياO ابنson of جَرّاحَJarrah ساءَنيthat wronged me
وَعَزوى لِدَهرٍ يا ابن جَرّاحَ ساءَني
وَأَنتَwhile you بِقُربيare near me لاnot تَغارfeel protective anger وَتحرجُand feel distress
وَأَنتَ بِقُربي لا تَغار وَتحرجُ
[Unclear opening] against a Time, O son of Jarrah, that has wronged me,
And consolation for a fate that has treated me badly, O Son of Jarrāḥ
While you are near me, yet show no protective anger or distress.
While you are near me neither jealous nor withdrawing
Sol 6.1