أَبىrefused طولَlength of البَقاءِlife وَحُبَّand love of سَلمىSalma
أَبى طولَ البَقاءِ وَحُبَّ سَلمى
هِلالٌa crescent حينَwhen يَطلُعُit rises لاdoes not يُباليcare
هِلالٌ حينَ يَطلُعُ لا يُبالي
A crescent spurned long life and love of Salma;
when it rises, it pays no heed.
يَمُرُّit passes عَلىover الجِبالِthe mountains وَهُنَّwhile they are صُمٌّunhearing
يَمُرُّ عَلى الجِبالِ وَهُنَّ صُمٌّ
فَيُعطيand it gives الوَهنَfrailty راسِيَةَto the steadfast الجِبالِmountains
فَيُعطي الوَهنَ راسِيَةَ الجِبالِ
It passes over mountains, though they are unhearing,
and brings frailty to the steadfast mountains.
فَهَلso is there قَينٌa smith يُباشِرُwho undertakes نَسجَthe weaving of دِرعٍa coat of mail
فَهَل قَينٌ يُباشِرُ نَسجَ دِرعٍ
لِماagainst what يَرميshoots الزَمانُtime مِنَof النِبالِarrows
لِما يَرمي الزَمانُ مِنَ النِبالِ
Is there a smith who can weave a coat of mail
against the arrows that time shoots?
أَغارَhe tightened حِبالَthe ropes of قَومٍa people فَاِستَمَرَّتand so they held firm
أَغارَ حِبالَ قَومٍ فَاِستَمَرَّت
وَكَرَّand he returned فَجَدَّand then set about فيin نَقضِundoing الحِبالِthe ropes
وَكَرَّ فَجَدَّ في نَقضِ الحِبالِ
He tightened a people's ropes, and they held firm;
then he returned and set about undoing the ropes.
عَجِبتُI wondered لَهُat him فَتَبّاًso woe ليto me وَتَبّاًand woe
عَجِبتُ لَهُ فَتَبّاً لي وَتَبّاً
لِغَيريto others إِنif جُمِعناwe are gathered لِلتِبالِfor ruin
لِغَيري إِن جُمِعنا لِلتِبالِ
I wondered at him—woe to me, and woe
to others, if we are gathered for ruin.
وَكَمand how often سَرَحَsent to pasture الخَليطُthe company لَهُمfor them سَواماًlivestock
وَكَم سَرَحَ الخَليطُ لَهُم سَواماً
فَماand so not نَفَعَdid benefit القَبائِلَthe tribes مِنfrom قِبالِtethers
فَما نَفَعَ القَبائِلَ مِن قِبالِ
How often the company sent their livestock to pasture;
yet tethers did the tribes no good.
أُصالِحُI make peace هَلshall أُصالِحُI make peace أَوor أُعاديI show enmity
أُصالِحُ هَل أُصالِحُ أَو أُعادي
وَباليand my mind موقِنٌis certain بِعِظامِof the gravity of باليmy plight
وَبالي موقِنٌ بِعِظامِ بالي
Shall I make peace? Shall I make peace or be an enemy,
when my mind is certain of the gravity of my plight?
Sol 6