Poems
- أبي فارس الصرماء عمرو بن مالكMy father was the rider of al-Ṣarmāʾ, ʿAmr son of Mālik,
- إذا ما الدهرُ أبعد أو تقضىIf ever time drives away or destroys
- ألا علِّلاني واعلما أنني غررCome, comfort me, you two, and know that I am in peril.
- ألا يا لهف لو شدت قناتيAh, my grief! If only my spear-shaft had been braced
- الخل راضٍ شاكرٌ في عهدهThe friend is content and grateful in his care,
- إما ترى رأسي أزرى بهIf you see my head brought low by
- إن الملامة لا تزال بلا عذرIndeed, reproach remains without
- إن ترى رأسي فيه قزعٌIf you see scattered tufts upon my head,
- أيها الساعي على آثارناO you who follow in our tracks,
- بلوت الناس قرناً بعد قرنٍI have tested people, generation after generation,
- بمناقب بيض كأن وجوههاWith shining deeds of honor, as though their faces
- جلبنا الخيل من غيدان حتىWe brought the horses from Ghaydān until
- خليلان مخُتلف نجرنُاWe are two friends, but our natures differ.
- دعتنا بنو سعدٍ إلى الحرب دعوةًBanu Sa'd summoned us to war,
- ذهب الذين عهدتُ أمس برأيهمGone are those I knew yesterday, whose counsel
- سق دمنتين لم نجد لهُما أهلاMay two abandoned campsites, where we found no inhabitants, be watered,
- فرد عليهم والجيادُ كأنهاThen he charged back at them, the steeds seeming like
- فسائل جمعنا عنا وعنهُمSo ask our host about us and about them,
- فينا معاشرُ لم يبنوا لقومهمُAmong us are groups who have built nothing for their people,
- كقُنفُذ القن لا تخفى مدارجُهُLike a hedgehog of the hill, whose paths are not hidden,
- لما رأت بشرى تغير لونهاWhen Bushra looked, her complexion changed,
- لنا بالدُحرضين محل مجدٍAt al-Duḥruḍayn, ours is an abode of glory,
- لهُ هيدب دانٍ ورعد ولجةIt has a low-hanging fringe of rain, thunder, and a roar,
- منا مُسافٍ يُسافي الناس ما يسرواAmong us is a gambler who challenges people whenever they gamble,
- وإني لأُعطي الحق من لو ظلمتهAnd I give rights to one I've wronged
- وبروضة السُلان منا مشهدAnd in al-Sullan's meadow we had a battle,
- وسعد لو دعوتهُمُ لثابواAnd Saʿd, had you called them, would have rallied
- ونحنُ الموردون شبا العواليAnd we are those who lead the points of long spears
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