أَعَرَفتَdid you recognize رَسمَthe trace of الدارِthe dwelling بالحُبسِat al-Hubs
أَعَرَفتَ رَسمَ الدارِ بالحُبسِ
فأجارِعِthen the sandy flats of العَلَمَينِal-ʿAlamayn فالطُلسِthen al-Tuls
فأجارِعِ العَلَمَينِ فالطُلسِ
Did you recognize the dwelling's trace at al-Hubs,
You recognized the abode’s shape with incarceration
then the sandy flats of al-ʿAlamayn, then al-Tuls?
So blame the two garments, the cloak, and the robe
فوقفتَthen you stood تَسألُquestioning هامِداًa lifeless trace كالكُحـlike kohl (word continues)
فوقفتَ تَسألُ هامِداً كالكُحـ
ـلِcompletes 'kohl' بَينَamong جواثِمٍcrouching stones حُلسِdusky
ـلِ بَينَ جواثِمٍ حُلسِ
Then you stood questioning a lifeless trace, like kohl
You stood asking the fallen like the
among crouching, dusky stones,
Whelp between ferocious beasts and sitting assembly
وَمثلماand like what رفعَlifted القيانُthe craftsman لهfor it
وَمثلما رفعَ القيانُ له
عَضُدَيهِhis two upper arms حَولَaround البَيتِthe dwelling بالفأسِwith the axe
عَضُدَيهِ حَولَ البَيتِ بالفأسِ
and like work for which the craftsman lifted
And as the builders lifted for it
both arms, axe in hand, around the dwelling.
Their arms around the house with axes
فأنهَلَّthen streamed down دَمعُكَyour tears فيinto الرِداءِthe cloak وَهَلand does
فأنهَلَّ دَمعُكَ في الرِداءِ وَهَل
يَبكيweep الكَبيرُthe old man الأَشمَطُgrizzled in الرأسِthe head
يَبكي الكَبيرُ الأَشمَطُ الرأسِ
Then your tears streamed into your cloak—and does
Your tears flooded the cloak, does
a grizzled-headed old man weep?
The elder, grey-haired, white-headed cry?
أَفَلاwill you not, then تَناسَاهُمmake yourself forget them بِذعَلَبَةٍwith a fleet she-camel
أَفَلا تَناسَاهُم بِذعَلَبَةٍ
حَرفٍlean and hardy مُسانِدةِhigh-rising in القَراthe back جَلسِpowerfully built
حَرفٍ مُسانِدةِ القَرا جَلسِ
Will you not put them from your mind with a fleet she-camel,
Won’t you forget them with chatting
lean and hardy, high-backed and powerfully built,
Of rhyming lines, leaning on carpets sitting
أُجُدٌّstrong-limbed تَجِلُّshe rises above عَنbeyond الكَلالِweariness إِذاwhen
أُجُدٌّ تَجِلُّ عَن الكَلالِ إِذا
اكتَنَّsought shelter الجَوازيءُthe wild antelopes منfrom لظىthe blaze of الشَمسِthe sun
اكتَنَّ الجَوازيءُ من لظى الشَمسِ
strong-limbed and beyond fatigue, when
A lover who turns away from yearning when
the wild antelopes shelter from the sun's blaze?
The cicadas nestle from the scorching sun
وَكأَنَّand as though رَحليmy saddle فَوقَabove ذيone having جُدُدٍstreaks
وَكأَنَّ رَحلي فَوقَ ذي جُدُدٍ
بشَواهُon his legs وَالخَدَّينِand the two cheeks كالنقسِlike ink
بشَواهُ وَالخَدَّينِ كالنقسِ
And my saddle seems set upon a beast with streaks
As if my camel litter were above one with humps
on his legs and cheeks, black as ink,
In its hearing and cheeks like chiseling
لَهقِbright-white in السراةِthe back خَلاlay empty المرادُthe grazing ground لَهُfor him
لَهقِ السراةِ خَلا المرادُ لَهُ
بِصَرايمِin the sandy tracts of الحسنينِal-Hasanayn فالوَعسِthen al-Waʿs
بِصَرايمِ الحسنينِ فالوَعسِ
bright-white along his back, with the grazing ground all to himself
Except the seekers miss the objective for it
in the sandy tracts of al-Hasanayn, then al-Waʿs.
With the most beautiful noses, so halt
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen جَنَّclosed in الظَلامُthe darkness لهaround him
حَتّى إِذا جَنَّ الظَلامُ له
راحَتit came at evening عليهِover him بوابلٍwith a downpour رجسِroaring
راحَت عليهِ بوابلٍ رجسِ
Until, when darkness closed about him,
Until when darkness covers it
a cloud came over him with a roaring downpour,
Torrents of filth pour upon it
فأوىthen he sought shelter إِلىat أَرطاةِan arta bush مرتَكمِheaped-up
فأوى إِلى أَرطاةِ مرتَكمِ
الأَنقادِsand dunes منfrom ثأدٍdamp ومنand from فرسِbiting cold
الأَنقادِ من ثأدٍ ومن فرسِ
he sheltered beneath an arta bush amid heaped-up
It takes refuge in the shabby tents
sand dunes, from damp and biting cold.
Of the submissive, of fatigue and horse
فَأَكَبَّthen he bent down مُجتَنِحاًleaning to one side يُحَفِّرُهاdigging beneath it
فَأَكَبَّ مُجتَنِحاً يُحَفِّرُها
بظلوفهِwith his hooves عَنto uncover ذيa place with ثَرىsoil يَبسِdry
بظلوفهِ عَن ذي ثَرى يَبسِ
Then he bent low, leaning aside, digging beneath it
It heavily inclines digging them
with his hooves to uncover a patch of dry earth,
With its shadow above dry soil
حَتّىuntil أَضاءَshone الصُبحُthe dawn وأنحَسَرَتand receded
حَتّى أَضاءَ الصُبحُ وأنحَسَرَت
عنهfrom him غَمايَةُthe veil of مظلمِdarkness دَمسِpitch-black
عنه غَمايَةُ مظلمِ دَمسِ
until dawn shone and there lifted
Until dawn illuminated and dissipated
from him the veil of deep, pitch-black darkness.
From it the darkness of gloomy concealment
وَغَداand he set out كأَنَّas though بِقَلبِهِin his heart وَهلاًfear
وَغَدا كأَنَّ بِقَلبِهِ وَهلاً
منfrom نَبأةٍa faint sound راعَتهُthat startled him بالأَمسِyesterday
من نَبأةٍ راعَتهُ بالأَمسِ
And he set out as though his heart held a fright
And it rose as if in its heart an
from a faint sound that had startled him yesterday.
Announcement startled it last night
فأَحسّthen he sensed منfrom كَثَبٍclose quarters أَخاa man devoted to قَنَصٍhunting
فأَحسّ من كَثَبٍ أَخا قَنَصٍ
خَلَقَthreadbare in الثيابِclothing مُحالِفَa companion of البؤسِmisery
خَلَقَ الثيابِ مُحالِفَ البؤسِ
Then close at hand he sensed a hunter,
It felt a cunning brother of hunting
in threadbare clothes, a companion of misery,
Who created clothes, allied with misery
ذاbearing وَفضَةٍa quiver يَسعىhastening بِضاريةٍwith hunting hounds
ذا وَفضَةٍ يَسعى بِضاريةٍ
مثلِlike القِداحarrow shafts كوالحٍbaring their teeth غُبسِdusty-gray
مثلِ القِداح كوالحٍ غُبسِ
bearing a quiver, hastening with hunting hounds
With silver money he walks hastily
like arrow shafts, teeth bared, dusty-gray.
Like a slim bottle, of sullen appearance
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen لَحِقَتcaught up أَوائِلُهاtheir foremost
حَتّى إِذا لَحِقَت أَوائِلُها
أَوor كدنَthey nearly reached عرقوبَيهِhis two hocks بالنَهسِby biting
أَو كدنَ عرقوبَيهِ بالنَهسِ
Until, when their foremost caught up with him,
Until when its vanguards
or nearly bit into his hocks,
Or its ankles tired from panting
بَلَغَتreached its height حَفيظَتُهhis protective fury فكَرَّthen he charged back كَماjust as
بَلَغَت حَفيظَتُه فكَرَّ كَما
كَرّضcharged back (apparently كَرَّ) الحميُّfiercely proud in الأنفِthe nose ذوpossessing البأسِvalor
كَرّض الحميُّ الأنفِ ذو البأسِ
his fury reached its height, and he charged back as
It reached its limit, so it turned back as
a proud man of valor charges.
The zealous turns up the nose, owner of might
فقصَرنَthen they stopped short مُزدَهَفone struck down وَذوand one with رَمَقٍa spark of life
فقصَرنَ مُزدَهَف وَذو رَمَقٍ
مُتحامِلاًstruggling onward بحُشاشَةِon the last remnant of النَفسِlife
مُتحامِلاً بحُشاشَةِ النَفسِ
So they stopped short: one felled, another barely alive,
So we slowed, frail and with some strength
struggling onward on the last flicker of life.
Bearing with the breath’s exhaustion
واِنصاعَand he sped away عَرضيّاًsideways كأَنَّas though بهِin him
واِنصاعَ عَرضيّاً كأَنَّ بهِ
لَمماًa touch of madness منfrom الخُيَلاءِpride وَالفُجسِand swagger
لَمماً من الخُيَلاءِ وَالفُجسِ
And he sped away sideways, as though gripped by
And it yielded sideways as if in it
a touch of madness from pride and swagger.
Rancor from arrogance and vileness
فلَرُبَّfor many a فتيانٍyoung men صَبَحتُهمُI served them a morning draught
فلَرُبَّ فتيانٍ صَبَحتُهمُ
منof عاتِقٍaged wine صَهباءtawny فيin الخِرسِthe wine jar
من عاتِقٍ صَهباء في الخِرسِ
For many a band of young men I have served a morning draught
For many youths whom their morning
of aged, tawny wine kept in the jar,
Drew out of an unsettled stupor
عانيَّةٍfrom ʿAna تُصبيbeguiles الحليمَthe sober-minded man إِذاwhen
عانيَّةٍ تُصبي الحليمَ إِذا
دارَتmoved around أَكُفّthe hands of القَومِthe men بالكأسِwith the cup
دارَت أَكُفّ القَومِ بالكأسِ
wine of ʿAna that beguiles the sober-minded, when
Difficulties that drive the forbearing mad when
the men's hands pass the cup around.
The people's palms rotate with the cup
وَمُناجِدٍand a valiant fighter بَطَلٍa champion دَبَبتُI crept لَهُtoward him
وَمُناجِدٍ بَطَلٍ دَبَبتُ لَهُ
تَحتَbeneath الغُبارِthe dust بطَعنَةٍwith a spear-thrust خَلسِstealthy
تَحتَ الغُبارِ بطَعنَةٍ خَلسِ
And many a valiant champion I have crept toward
And the slain hero I crept for
beneath the dust, with a stealthy spear-thrust,
Under dust with a treacherous stab
جَيّاشَةٍgushing تَرميspews إِذاwhen سُبِرَتit was probed
جَيّاشَةٍ تَرمي إِذا سُبِرَت
بِسبارِهاwith its probe المَسمورِiron-tipped كالقَلسِlike vomit
بِسبارِها المَسمورِ كالقَلسِ
a gushing wound that spews blood when probed
Agitation that casts with its
with its iron-tipped probe, as if vomiting.
Poisoned arrows when provoked like embers
وَكَواعبٍand budding-breasted maidens هيفٍslender-waisted مُخَصَّرَةِnarrow-waisted in الthe
وَكَواعبٍ هيفٍ مُخَصَّرَةِ ال
أَبدانِbodies منof بيضٍfair-skinned women ومنand of لُعسِdark-lipped women
أَبدانِ من بيضٍ ومن لُعسِ
And budding-breasted maidens, slim-waisted, slender of
And beautiful, slender damsels
body, some fair-skinned and some dark-lipped,
Of white bodies and smooth skin
حورٍdark-eyed نَواعِمِsoft and delicate قَدindeed لَهَوتُI dallied بهاwith them
حورٍ نَواعِمِ قَد لَهَوتُ بها
وَشَفَيتُand I healed منwith لذاتِهاtheir delights نَفسيmy soul
وَشَفَيتُ من لذاتِها نَفسي
dark-eyed and tender—I have dallied with them
Houries, delicate, I have toyed with them
and healed my soul with their delights.
And sipped pleasure from their bliss
وَجَسيمِand many a weighty هَمٍّcare قَدindeed رحَلتُI journeyed لهfor it
وَجَسيمِ هَمٍّ قَد رحَلتُ له
حَتّىuntil تؤوبَshe returns بليَّةًutterly wasted عنسيmy hardy she-camel
حَتّى تؤوبَ بليَّةً عنسي
And many a weighty care I have journeyed to meet,
And a tremendous care I traveled for
until my hardy she-camel returned utterly wasted.
Until repenting my plight’s misery
فَفَرجتُso I dispelled هَمّيmy care بالعَزيمَةِthrough determination إِنَّindeed
فَفَرجتُ هَمّي بالعَزيمَةِ إِنَّ
العَزمَresolve يَفرُجُdispels غُمَّةَthe gloom of اللَبسِconfusion
العَزمَ يَفرُجُ غُمَّةَ اللَبسِ
So I dispelled my care through determination; indeed,
So I relieved my care with resolve, verily
resolve dispels the gloom of confusion.
Resolve relieves the confusion of chronic woe
وَلَقيتُand I experienced منsome ثَكَلٍbereavement وَمغبَطَةٍand enviable fortune
وَلَقيتُ من ثَكَلٍ وَمغبَطَةٍ
وَالدَهرُand time منsome طَلقٍfair fortune ومنand some نَحسِill luck
وَالدَهرُ من طَلقٍ ومن نَحسِ
And I have known bereavement and enviable fortune;
And I faced loss and good fortune
and time brings both fair fortune and ill luck.
With time in flux and misfortune
Sol 6.1