عَلىon التَّلَعاتِthe heights الحُوِّthe dusky ones مِنof أَيمَنِthe right-hand side of الحِمىthe protected pasture
عَلى التَّلَعاتِ الحُوِّ مِن أَيمَنِ الحِمى
لِكَعبيَّةٍfor a woman of Kaʿb آباؤُهاher forefathers طَلَلٌa ruin قَفرُdesolate
لِكَعبيَّةٍ آباؤُها طَلَلٌ قَفرُ
On the dusky heights, to the right of the protected pasture,
On the sweet slopes, blowing from the wellspring on the auspicious side,
For a woman of Kaʿb, her forefathers—a desolate ruin.
Is a dwelling whose forefathers are ruins in the wasteland,
كَأَنَّas though بَقاياهُits remnants وَشائِعُskeins of thread يُمنَةٍa Yemeni cloak
كَأَنَّ بَقاياهُ وَشائِعُ يُمنَةٍ
يُنشِّرُهاunfolds it كَيماso that يُغاليdemands a high price بِهاfor it التَّجرُthe merchants
يُنشِّرُها كَيما يُغالي بِها التَّجرُ
As though its remnants were patterned strands of a Yemeni cloak,
As if its remnants were those of a right hand,
Which merchants unfold to demand a high price for it.
Which it displays, that traders might make much of it.
وَقَفناwe stood بِهِbeside it وَالعَينُand the eye تَجريflow غُروبُهاits tear-streams
وَقَفنا بِهِ وَالعَينُ تَجري غُروبُها
وَتُرزمُand rumble softly عِيسٌpale camels فيin أَزِمَّتهاtheir halters صُعرُcrooked-necked
وَتُرزمُ عِيسٌ في أَزِمَّتها صُعرُ
We halted beside it, our eyes streaming tears,
We stopped by it as the eye shed its setting,
And pale camels rumbled, their necks bent in their halters.
And the goat bleated in its fold in despondency,
وَيَعذِلُنيand rebukes me صَحبيmy companions وَيُسبِلُand lets fall دَمعَهُhis tears
وَيَعذِلُني صَحبي وَيُسبِلُ دَمعَهُ
خَليليmy friend هُذَيمٌHudhaym بَلَّdrenched هامَتَهُthe crown of his head القَطرُthe rain
خَليلي هُذَيمٌ بَلَّ هامَتَهُ القَطرُ
And my companions reproached me, while tears streamed from
My companions blame me and let their tears flow,
My friend Hudhaym; rain had drenched his head.
My friend Hudhaym - but the rain has soaked his mantle.
وَلَستُand I do not أُباليcare مَنwho يَلومُblames عَلىfor الهَوىlove
وَلَستُ أُبالي مَن يَلومُ عَلى الهَوى
فَليfor I have فيin هَوىlove سَلمىSalma وَأَترابِهاand her age-mates عُذرُan excuse
فَلي في هَوى سَلمى وَأَترابِها عُذرُ
And I care not who reproaches me for love,
I do not care who blames me for passion,
For I have an excuse for loving Salma and her peers.
For in my passion for Salma and her dwellings there is an excuse.
نَحيلَةُslender مُستَنِّthe course of الوِشاحِthe sash خَريدَةٌa shy maiden
نَحيلَةُ مُستَنِّ الوِشاحِ خَريدَةٌ
إِذاwhen نَهَضَتshe rises لَمnot يَستَطِعcan bear رِدفَهاher hips الخَصرُthe waist
إِذا نَهَضَت لَم يَستَطِع رِدفَها الخَصرُ
A shy maiden, slender where her sash runs,
Slim of waist, wearing a flimsy robe, purchased,
When she rises, her waist cannot bear her hips.
When she gets up, the waist cannot retain her.
تَميسُshe sways اِهتِزازَthe trembling of الغُصنِthe branch مِنfrom نَشوَةِthe intoxication of الصِّباyouth
تَميسُ اِهتِزازَ الغُصنِ مِن نَشوَةِ الصِّبا
أَمِنْis it from مُقلَتَيهاher two eyes أَسكَرَmade drunk القَدَمَthe foot الخَمرُthe wine
أَمِنْ مُقلَتَيها أَسكَرَ القَدَمَ الخَمرُ
She sways like a trembling branch, intoxicated with youth;
She sways with the bending of the branch from the rapture of the zephyr,
Is it wine from her eyes that has made her feet reel?
Or has the wine from her glances intoxicated the foot?
وَماand whatever أَنسَI forget لاnot أَنسَI forget الوَداعَthe farewell وَقَولَهاand her words
وَما أَنسَ لا أَنسَ الوَداعَ وَقَولَها
بَنيO sons of عَبدِʿAbd شَمسٍShams أَنتُمُyou (plural) فيon غَدٍthe morrow سَفْرُtravelers
بَني عَبدِ شَمسٍ أَنتُمُ في غَدٍ سَفْرُ
Whatever I forget, I will not forget the farewell and her words:
How forgetful she was! She did not forget the farewell, and her words:
"Sons of ʿAbd Shams, tomorrow you will be travelers."
"You, sons of the servant of the Sun, will travel tomorrow."
أَجَلyes نَحنُwe سَفْرٌtravelers فيon غَدٍthe morrow وَدموعُناand our tears
أَجَل نَحنُ سَفْرٌ في غَدٍ وَدموعُنا
بِنَحرِكِat your throat أَوor بالمَبسِمِat the smiling mouth العِقدُthe necklace وَالثَّغرُand the front teeth
بِنَحرِكِ أَو بالمَبسِمِ العِقدُ وَالثَّغرُ
"Yes, tomorrow we will be travelers, and our tears
Yes, we travel tomorrow, and our tears
Are necklace and teeth, at your throat or smiling mouth."
Are in your throat or in the necklace and mouth.
وَرُحناand we departed سِراعاًswiftly وَالقُلوبُand the hearts مَشوقَةٌfilled with longing
وَرُحنا سِراعاً وَالقُلوبُ مَشوقَةٌ
أَقامَتsettled بِهاin them الأَشجانُsorrows واِرتَحَلَand departed الصَّبرُpatience
أَقامَت بِها الأَشجانُ واِرتَحَلَ الصَّبرُ
And we departed swiftly, our hearts full of longing;
And we went quickly, and the hearts were yearning,
Sorrows settled in them, and patience departed.
Wherein grief stayed and patience departed.
حَمامَةَO dove ذاتِDhāt (place of) السِّدرِthe lote trees بِاللَهِby God غَرِّديsing
حَمامَةَ ذاتِ السِّدرِ بِاللَهِ غَرِّدي
يُجاوبكِanswers you صَحبيmy companions بالنَقاat the sandhill سُقِيَmay be watered السِّدرُthe lote trees
يُجاوبكِ صَحبي بالنَقا سُقِيَ السِّدرُ
O dove of Dhāt al-Sidr, by God, sing!
O turtle-dove of the sidr, for God's sake sing!
My companions at the sandhill will answer you—may the lote trees be watered!
My companions will answer you - the sidr is watered.
أَيُسعِدُcan ... console? مَنone whom يُدميجَوانِحَهُmakes his ribs bleed النَّوىseparation
أَيُسعِدُ مَن يُدميجَوانِحَهُ النَّوى
حَمامٌa dove لَدَيهِwith it الإِلفُthe mate وَالفَرخُand the chick وَالوَكرُand the nest
حَمامٌ لَدَيهِ الإِلفُ وَالفَرخُ وَالوَكرُ
Can one whose ribs separation makes bleed be consoled
Does he who has built his love-nest rejoice
By a dove with its mate, its chick, and its nest?
In a dove that has familiarity, chicks and a nest?
يُناغيهماcoos to them both حَتَّىuntil يَميلَinclines إِلَيهماtoward them both
يُناغيهما حَتَّى يَميلَ إِلَيهما
إِذاwhen اِكتَنَفاهُthey both surround it الجيدُthe neck مِنهُof it أَوِor النَّحرُthe upper breast
إِذا اِكتَنَفاهُ الجيدُ مِنهُ أَوِ النَّحرُ
It coos to them both until toward them inclines
It coos to them until it inclines toward them
Its neck or breast, when they gather round it.
When the neck or the breast enfolds it.
وَلاand not يَستَفِزُّstirs الشَّوقُlonging إِلّاexcept مُتَيَّماًone enslaved by love
وَلا يَستَفِزُّ الشَّوقُ إِلّا مُتَيَّماً
إِذاwhen ذُكِرَare mentioned الأَحبابُthe loved ones رَنَّحَهُmakes him reel الذِّكرُremembrance
إِذا ذُكِرَ الأَحبابُ رَنَّحَهُ الذِّكرُ
And longing stirs only one enslaved by love;
Passion provokes none but the lovesick
When loved ones are mentioned, remembrance makes him reel.
When loved ones are remembered - remembrance excites him.
وَبالقارَةِand on the rocky hill اليُمنىthe right-hand one عَلىat عَذَبِthe fringes of الحِمىthe protected pasture
وَبالقارَةِ اليُمنى عَلى عَذَبِ الحِمى
عِذابُsweet الثَّناياthe front teeth مِنpart of سَجيَّتِهاher nature الهَجرُestrangement
عِذابُ الثَّنايا مِن سَجيَّتِها الهَجرُ
And on the right-hand rocky hill, at the fringes of the protected pasture,
On the right dune, by the sweet wellspring,
Are sweet-toothed maidens, whose nature is estrangement.
Is the torment of the slopes from their estrangement.
تَذَكَّرتُهاI remembered her وَاللَّيلُand the night يُسبِلُlets fall ظِلَّهُits shadow
تَذَكَّرتُها وَاللَّيلُ يُسبِلُ ظِلَّهُ
فَبِتُّso I spent the night أريقُI pour out الدَّمعَtears حَتَّىuntil بَداappeared الفَجرُdawn
فَبِتُّ أريقُ الدَّمعَ حَتَّى بَدا الفَجرُ
I remembered her as night let its shadow fall,
I remembered her while the night let down its shade,
So I spent the night pouring out tears until dawn appeared.
So I shed tears until dawn broke.
Sol 6.1