تقولُshe says وَقَدand already غالبتُهاI contended with her أُمُّmother of خالدٍKhalid
تقولُ وَقَد غالبتُها أُمُّ خالدٍ
علىover مالِهاher wealth أُغرِقتyou were drowned دَيناًin debt فأَقصِرِso desist
على مالِها أُغرِقت دَيناً فأَقصِرِ
Umm Khalid says, after I had contended with her
Umm Khaled says when she had overcome him:
over her wealth: 'You have sunk into debt; desist!'
I drowned in my debts so make it brief
أبىrefused القَصرَrestraint منwhoever يأويseeks refuge إذاwhen الليلthe night جنَّنيenfolded me
أبى القَصرَ من يأوي إذا الليل جنَّني
إلىto ضوءِthe light of ناريmy fire منamong فَقيرٍa poor person وَمُقتِرِand a destitute person
إلى ضوءِ ناري من فَقيرٍ وَمُقتِرِ
Those who seek refuge when night enfolds me will not let me desist,
The palace refused one who takes shelter when madness descends at night
at my fire's light—the poor and the destitute.
To the light of my fire, poor and destitute
أياO موقِدَيtwo kindlers of ناريmy fire أرفَعاهاraise it, you two لعلَّهاthat it may
أيا موقِدَي ناري أرفَعاها لعلَّها
تَشُبُّblazes لِمُقوٍfor one without provisions آخِرَat the end of الليلِthe night مُقفِرِwandering the wilderness
تَشُبُّ لِمُقوٍ آخِرَ الليلِ مُقفِرِ
O you two who kindle my fire, raise it high, so that it may
O kindlers of my fire raise it up so perhaps
blaze for a traveler without provisions, in the wilderness at night's end.
It will be lit for another impoverished late into the desolate night
آَمِنis it from راكبٍa rider أمسىreached evening بِظَهرِon the back of تَنوفَةٍa barren wasteland
آَمِن راكبٍ أمسى بِظَهرِ تَنوفَةٍ
أُواريكَI hide you أمor مِنfrom جارِيَmy neighbor المُتَنَظَّرِwaiting expectantly
أُواريكَ أم مِن جارِيَ المُتَنَظَّرِ
Is it from a rider who has reached evening on the back of a wasteland
A rider who spent the evening with a she-camel finds refuge
that I should hide you, or from my expectant neighbor?
Either with you or with my expectant neighbor
وَلاand no قِدرَcooking pot دونَexcluding الجارِthe neighbor إلّاexcept ذَميمةٌblameworthy
وَلا قِدرَ دونَ الجارِ إلّا ذَميمةٌ
وَهذاand this المُقاسيsufferer لَيلَةًa night ذاتَfull of مُنكَرِhorror
وَهذا المُقاسي لَيلَةً ذاتَ مُنكَرِ
And no pot kept from a neighbor is anything but blameworthy,
There is no pot at the neighbor's except a smelly one
or from this man enduring a night of horrors.
And this sufferer on a night of disgrace
تكادُalmost الصَباthe east wind تبتزُّهُstrips him مِنof ثيابهِhis clothes
تكادُ الصَبا تبتزُّهُ مِن ثيابهِ
علىon الرَحلِthe saddle إلّاexcept منfor قميصٍa shirt ذاتَfull of مُنكَرِhorror
على الرَحلِ إلّا من قميصٍ ذاتَ مُنكَرِ
The east wind nearly strips him of his clothes,
The morning breeze almost strips him of his clothes
on the saddle, save for a shirt—fraught with horror.
Except for a stained shirt in disgrace
وماذاand what عليناupon us أنthat يُخالِسَglimpses furtively ضوءَهاits light
وماذا علينا أن يُخالِسَ ضوءَها
كريمٌnoble نَثاهُhis repute شاحِبُpale المُتَحَمَّرِthe ruddy face
كريمٌ نَثاهُ شاحِبُ المُتَحَمَّرِ
And what harm is it to us if its light is glimpsed furtively
What is it to us if generosity lights its glow
by a man of noble repute, his ruddy face grown pale?
A generous man whose face is pale and red
سليask الطارقَthe night-visitor المُعتَرَّthe needy visitor ياO أُمَّmother of مالكٍMalik
سلي الطارقَ المُعتَرَّ يا أُمَّ مالكٍ
إذاwhen ماemphasis أتانيhe came to me بينَbetween قِدريmy cooking pot وَمجزِريand my slaughtering place
إذا ما أتاني بينَ قِدري وَمجزِري
Ask the needy night-visitor, O Umm Malik,
Ask the shameful intruder, O mother of Malik
when he comes to me, between my cooking pot and my slaughter-place,
If he comes between my pot and my butcher knife
أَأَبسُطُdo I brighten وَجهيmy face إنَّهُindeed it is أَوَّلُthe first of القِرىhospitality
أَأَبسُطُ وَجهي إنَّهُ أَوَّلُ القِرى
وأبذُلُand I offer مَعروفيmy kindness لَهُto him دونَrather than مُنكَريmy unkindness
وأبذُلُ مَعروفي لَهُ دونَ مُنكَري
whether I brighten my face—for that is the first act of hospitality—
Shall I smile though he is the first of villages
and offer him my kindness instead of my unkindness.
And bestow my kindness on him without disgrace
فلاso no قَصرَrestraint حتىuntil يفرجَrelieves الغيثَthe rain منthose who أوىsought refuge
فلا قَصرَ حتى يفرجَ الغيثَ من أوى
إلىto جَنبِthe side of رَحليmy dwelling كلُّevery أَشعَثَdisheveled أغبَرِdust-covered
إلى جَنبِ رَحلي كلُّ أَشعَثَ أغبَرِ
So I will not desist until rain relieves those who have sought refuge
So no palace until the rain brings relief
beside my dwelling—every disheveled, dust-covered man.
To every disheveled dusty one by my saddle
أَقيI protect العِرضَhonor بالمالِwith wealth التلادِinherited وماand what عسىcould
أَقي العِرضَ بالمالِ التلادِ وما عسى
أَخوكَyour brother إذاif ماemphasis ضَيَّعَsquandered العرضَhonor يَشتَريbuy
أَخوكَ إذا ما ضَيَّعَ العرضَ يَشتَري
I guard my honor with inherited wealth; and what could
I protect my honor with property, even if paltry
your brother buy if he squandered his honor?
What can your brother do if he forfeits his honor to buy it
يؤديbrings إليَّto me النَيلَbounty قِنيانَacquired possessions ماجدٍa noble man
يؤدي إليَّ النَيلَ قِنيانَ ماجدٍ
كريمٍgenerous وَماليand my wealth سارِحاًout grazing مالُthe wealth of مُقتِرِa poor man
كريمٍ وَمالي سارِحاً مالُ مُقتِرِ
A noble man's possessions bring me bounty,
The heirlooms of Majid bring me vessels
a generous man's—yet my grazing herds are a poor man's herds.
Of a generous man while my property frees the destitute
إذاif مِتُّI die يوماًone day فاحضِريthen come أمَّmother of خالدٍKhalid
إذا مِتُّ يوماً فاحضِري أمَّ خالدٍ
تراثَكِyour inheritance منof طِرفٍa noble steed وَسَيفٍand a sword وأَقدُرِand cooking pots
تراثَكِ من طِرفٍ وَسَيفٍ وأَقدُرِ
If I die one day, then come, Umm Khalid,
If I die one day, bring, O mother of Khaled
for your inheritance: a noble steed, a sword, and cooking pots.
Your inheritance of a side, sword and pot
Sol 6.1