دَعَتْcried out أُمُّmother of عَمْروٍ‘Amr وَيْلَهاher woe ثُمَّthen أَقْبَلَتْshe came forward
دَعَتْ أُمُّ عَمْروٍ وَيْلَها ثُمَّ أَقْبَلَتْ
تُؤَنِّبُنيshe reproaches me وَالصُّبْحُand dawn لَمْhad not يَتَنَفَّسِbreathed
تُؤَنِّبُني وَالصُّبْحُ لَمْ يَتَنَفَّسِ
Umm ‘Amr cried, “Woe is me!” then came forward,
'Amr's mother cried "Woe!" and turned towards me,
Reproaching me before dawn had drawn a breath.
Rebuking me while dawn had barely drawn breath,
وَتَعْجَبُand she marvels مِنْat بَذْلِيmy giving لِكُلِّof every رَغيبَةٍcoveted thing
وَتَعْجَبُ مِنْ بَذْلِي لِكُلِّ رَغيبَةٍ
وَجُودِيand my generosity بِمَاwith what أَحْويهِI possess it مِنْof كُلِّevery مُنْفِسِprecious thing
وَجُودِي بِمَا أَحْويهِ مِنْ كُلِّ مُنْفِسِ
And she marvels at my giving of every coveted thing,
And wondering at my granting every wish,
And my generosity with every precious thing I possess.
My open-handedness with all I possess;
وَتَعْلَمُand she knows أَنِّيthat I مِنْfrom بَقِيَّةِthe remnant مَعْشَرٍa people
وَتَعْلَمُ أَنِّي مِنْ بَقِيَّةِ مَعْشَرٍ
نَماهُمْraised them إِلىto العَلْياءِthe heights أِكرَمُthe noblest مَغْرَسِrootstock
نَماهُمْ إِلى العَلْياءِ أِكرَمُ مَغْرَسِ
And she knows I am of the remnant of a people
And knowing I'm of a family
Whom the noblest stock raised to the heights.
Whose nobility the loftiest genealogy stressed,
هُمُthey مَلَكُواmastered الأَعْناقَthe necks بِالبَأْسِthrough valor وَالندىand bounty
هُمُ مَلَكُوا الأَعْناقَ بِالبَأْسِ وَالندى
وَعِزٍّand might مُعاوِيِّof Mu‘awiya المَباءَةِthe abode أَقْعَسِunyielding
وَعِزٍّ مُعاوِيِّ المَباءَةِ أَقْعَسِ
They mastered necks through valor and bounty,
Masters of men by valor and munificence,
And unyielding might, whose abode is Mu‘awiya’s.
And the glory of generous, towering Ma'add's race;
وَقَدْand indeed وَلَدَتْهُمْbegot them مِنْfrom قُرَيْشٍQuraysh سَراتُهاits nobles
وَقَدْ وَلَدَتْهُمْ مِنْ قُرَيْشٍ سَراتُها
علىupon نَمَطَيْtwo patterned rugs بَيْضاءَa fair woman مِنْfrom سِرِّthe choicest stock فَقْعَسِFaq‘as
على نَمَطَيْ بَيْضاءَ مِنْ سِرِّ فَقْعَسِ
And Quraysh’s nobles had indeed begotten them
Who were born to Quraysh ladies delicate
Upon the two patterned rugs of a fair woman from Faq‘as’s choicest stock.
Of dazzling fairness and lightly-dimpling face;
فَقُلْتُso I said لَهاto her كُفِّيrestrain وَغاكِyour clamor فَأَعْرَضَتْso she turned away
فَقُلْتُ لَها كُفِّي وَغاكِ فَأَعْرَضَتْ
وَفيand on خَدِّهاher cheek وَرْدٌa rose يُطِلُّpeers out بِنَرْجِسِwith a narcissus
وَفي خَدِّها وَرْدٌ يُطِلُّ بِنَرْجِسِ
So I told her, “Still your clamor!” and she turned away,
So I said "Forbear, enough!" but she turned away,
And on her cheek a rose peered out with a narcissus.
On her cheek a rose peeping from narcissus' place.
أَبُخْلاًstinginess? وَبَيْتِيand my house مِنْfrom أُمَيَّةَUmayya فيin الذُّراthe heights
أَبُخْلاً وَبَيْتِي مِنْ أُمَيَّةَ في الذُّرا
وَعِرْقِيand my root بِغَيْرِin other than المَجْدِglory لَمْhas not يَتَلَبَّسِclothed itself
وَعِرْقِي بِغَيْرِ المَجْدِ لَمْ يَتَلَبَّسِ
Shall I be stingy, when my house of Umayya stands on the heights,
Am I miserly? - my tribe traced back to Umayya
And my root has never clothed itself in anything but glory?
Never with fame unmingled has been obsessed;
وَماand not أَنَاI مِمَّنْamong those who يَأْلَفُgrows accustomed to الضِّحْكَlaughter فيin الغِنىwealth
وَما أَنَا مِمَّنْ يَأْلَفُ الضِّحْكَ في الغِنى
وَإِنْand if نَالَgot the better مِنيof me الفَقْرُpoverty لَمُdid not أَتَعَبَّسِI frown
وَإِنْ نَالَ مِني الفَقْرُ لَمُ أَتَعَبَّسِ
And I am not one who grows accustomed to laughter in wealth,
Nor am I one who finds the smiles of wealth agree,
And if poverty gets the better of me, I do not frown.
If poverty should come to me, I won't acquiesce.
فَفيfor in العُسْرِhardship أَحْياناًat times وفيand in اليُسْرِease تَارَةat another time
فَفي العُسْرِ أَحْياناً وفي اليُسْرِ تَارَة
يَعيشُlives الفَتىthe young man وَالغُصْنُand the branch يَعْرَىgrows bare وَيَكتَسيand clothes itself
يَعيشُ الفَتى وَالغُصْنُ يَعْرَى وَيَكتَسي
For sometimes in hardship, and sometimes in ease,
A man may live at times in wealth, at times distress,
A young man lives; and the branch grows bare and clothes itself.
While branches now are leafless, now in leaf dressed.'
Sol 6.1