بِرَغْمِيto my sorrow إنْif خَلَتْbecame empty منهُof him المَذاوِدْthe mangers
بِرَغْمِي إنْ خَلَتْ منهُ المَذاوِدْ
وَرَاحَتْand became عُطَّلاًbereft منهُof him القَلائِدْthe collars
وَرَاحَتْ عُطَّلاً منهُ القَلائِدْ
To my sorrow, the mangers stand empty of him,
Despite my neglect, no adornments adorn him,
and the collars have become bereft of him.
No necklaces hang idle around his neck,
وَغُودِرَتِand were left الأَعِنَّةُthe reins مُلْقياتٍlying abandoned
وَغُودِرَتِ الأَعِنَّةُ مُلْقياتٍ
بِلاwithout كَفٍّa hand يُحَاذِيهاalongside them وَسَاعِدْand a forearm
بِلا كَفٍّ يُحَاذِيها وَسَاعِدْ
The reins have been left lying abandoned,
The tent ropes lie abandoned with no hands to adjust them, no arms to assist,
without a hand beside them or a forearm.
His resting place is devoid of him, though it would gather and welcome him,
خَلَتْbecame empty مِنهُof him مَراغَتُهُhis wallowing-place وَكانتْand once were
خَلَتْ مِنهُ مَراغَتُهُ وَكانتْ
تُعَشِّرُهُkeeping him company وَتَأْلفُهُand growing familiar with him المَلابِدْthe felt pads
تُعَشِّرُهُ وَتَأْلفُهُ المَلابِدْ
His wallowing-place is empty of him, where once
The cushions pile under his sides,
the felt pads kept him company and grew familiar with him.
The pillows lay under his cheeks,
تُدمَّثُwere softened تَحتَbeneath جَنْبيهِhis two flanks الحَشَايَاthe mattresses
تُدمَّثُ تَحتَ جَنْبيهِ الحَشَايَا
وَتُلْقَىand were laid تَحْتَbeneath خَدَّيْهِhis two cheeks الوَسائِدُthe pillows
وَتُلْقَى تَحْتَ خَدَّيْهِ الوَسائِدُ
Mattresses were softened beneath his flanks,
And the place he still frequents is desolate, though the winds blow through it gently,
and pillows laid beneath his cheeks.
His tracks have marked each path, the one his forelock trod and the one of calamities,
وَأَوْحَشَand left desolate طَابَقاًa chamber مازالَkept on يَمْضِيmoving onward
وَأَوْحَشَ طَابَقاً مازالَ يَمْضِي
لَدَيْهِbeside it والرِّياحُwhile the winds بهُthere رَوَاكِدْwere still
لَدَيْهِ والرِّياحُ بهُ رَوَاكِدْ
He left a chamber desolate, where he kept moving
Neither did the horses ever make him lower his head,
beside it, while the winds there stood still.
Nor did the reserved seats ever make him turn back,
وَأَثَّرَand left a mark سَيْرُهُhis movement فيon كُلِّevery سَيْرٍleather strap
وَأَثَّرَ سَيْرُهُ في كُلِّ سَيْرٍ
وَخَدَّهُand his scraping (uncertain) مَا'his two jaws' (first fragment) ضَغَيْهِ'his two jaws' (second fragment) فيon الحَدائِدْthe iron bits
وَخَدَّهُ مَا ضَغَيْهِ في الحَدائِدْ
His movement left its mark on every leather strap,
The camels suffered from losing their bundles,
and his jaws' scraping on the iron bits [text uncertain].
Woe to me for the loss and the one who lost,
وَمَاand never ثَنَتِbent الصَّرائمُthe bridle straps منهُof his رَأْساًa head
وَمَا ثَنَتِ الصَّرائمُ منهُ رَأْساً
وَلاnor رَدَّتْهُturned him back حَاشاكَsaving your presence المَقَاوِدْthe leading reins
وَلا رَدَّتْهُ حَاشاكَ المَقَاوِدْ
The bridle straps never bent his head,
Death has come after the excellent ones,
nor did the leading reins turn him back—saving your presence.
And death does not neglect pursuing,
وَكَابَدَتِand suffered البَرادِعُthe pack-saddles فَقْدَthe loss حُزْمٍof girths
وَكَابَدَتِ البَرادِعُ فَقْدَ حُزْمٍ
فَوَاso alas! أَسفِيmy grief لِمَفقُودٍfor one lost وَفَاقِدْand one bereaved
فَوَا أَسفِي لِمَفقُودٍ وَفَاقِدْ
The pack-saddles suffered the loss of their girths:
I tighten his saddle, but the horses are still,
alas, my grief for the lost one and the bereaved!
And he freely sacrifices himself, an offering,
غَدَتْwent forth خَلْفَbehind السَّوابقِthe racers بِالمنايَاwith death
غَدَتْ خَلْفَ السَّوابقِ بِالمنايَا
وَلَمْand did not تَفُتِoutrun المَنايَاdeath مِنany مُطَارِدْpursuer
وَلَمْ تَفُتِ المَنايَا مِن مُطَارِدْ
It went after the racers, bearing death;
Days shatter all hearts,
and no pursuer could outrun death.
Does anything last eternally?
أَنُصُّI raise زِنَاقَهُhis noseband فَالخَيْلُwhile the horses عُطْلٌare unadorned
أَنُصُّ زِنَاقَهُ فَالخَيْلُ عُطْلٌ
وَجَادَand gave بِنَفْسهِhis own life أَفْدِيهِmay I ransom him جَائِدْa generous giver
وَجَادَ بِنَفْسهِ أَفْدِيهِ جَائِدْ
I raise his noseband while the horses stand unadorned;
Death took Abu Ziyad,
a generous giver gave his life—may I ransom him.
Though lightning stayed below his voice,
هِيَsuch are الأَيّامُthe days تَصْدَعُthey shatter كُلَّevery قَلْبٍheart
هِيَ الأَيّامُ تَصْدَعُ كُلَّ قَلْبٍ
وَهَلْand can? يَبْقَىremain علَىthrough الأَيَّامِthe days خَالِدْan immortal
وَهَلْ يَبْقَى علَى الأَيَّامِ خَالِدْ
Such are the days: they shatter every heart.
His walk in the valley is easy,
Can any immortal outlast the days?
As solid steps on solid ground,
وَأَدرَكَتِand overtook المَنُونُdeath أَباAbu (father of) زِيَادٍZiyad
وَأَدرَكَتِ المَنُونُ أَبا زِيَادٍ
وَكانَand was البَرْقُlightning دُونَbehind نَداهُhis bounty قَاعِدْsitting idle
وَكانَ البَرْقُ دُونَ نَداهُ قَاعِدْ
Death overtook Abu Ziyad,
With the four Brilliant Ones they adorned it,
while lightning sat idle, outdone by his bounty.
Above the fading of lightning amidst the tombs,
يَسِيرُhe walks وَوَطؤُهُand his tread فىon السَّهْلِlevel ground سَهْلٌgentle
يَسِيرُ وَوَطؤُهُ فى السَّهْلِ سَهْلٌ
كَمَاjust as يَطَأُhe treads الجَلامِدَthe rocks بِالجَلامِدْwith rocks
كَمَا يَطَأُ الجَلامِدَ بِالجَلامِدْ
He walks, his tread on level ground gentle,
When the reins are pulled and he sings,
just as he treads rocks with rocks:
Leave aside the mills and temples,
بِأربعةِwith four الأَهِلَّةِcrescents سَمَّروهاthey nailed them
بِأربعةِ الأَهِلَّةِ سَمَّروها
علَىonto إيماضِa flash بَرْقٍof lightning بِالفَرَاقِدْwith the Farqad stars
علَى إيماضِ بَرْقٍ بِالفَرَاقِدْ
with four crescents they had nailed
He matches the howdah with melody,
onto a lightning-flash with the Farqad stars.
Both are one thing though from different senses,
إذاwhen ضُرِبَwas struck اللِّجامُthe bridle لَهُfor him وَغَنَّىand he sang
إذا ضُرِبَ اللِّجامُ لَهُ وَغَنَّى
فَدَعْthen leave aside عنكَaway from you الأَساحِقthe Ishaqs والمَعابِدْand the Ma'bads
فَدَعْ عنكَ الأَساحِق والمَعابِدْ
When the bridle was struck for him and he sang,
He brays musically without seeing the water trough,
forget the Ishaqs and the Ma'bads.
The devil of donkeys is marshal of the defiant,
يُقارِنُhe combines بِالحُباقِwith farting لهُfor him نِهاقاًa bray
يُقارِنُ بِالحُباقِ لهُ نِهاقاً
هُمَاthey both شَيْئانِare two things والسَّمْعانِand the two sounds وَاحِدْare one
هُمَا شَيْئانِ والسَّمْعانِ وَاحِدْ
He couples his braying with farting:
And buzzing in his ears he proceeds to pray five instead of bowing down,
they are two things, yet the two sounds are one.
The camels fear his sharp breath,
رَنَاhe gazed فَرْثاًat dung بِأَيرٍwith a cock قَبلَbefore عَيْنٍan eye
رَنَا فَرْثاً بِأَيرٍ قَبلَ عَيْنٍ
وَشَيْطانُand the devil الحَمِيرِof donkeys نَقيبُa chieftain مَارِدْrebellious
وَشَيْطانُ الحَمِيرِ نَقيبُ مَارِدْ
He eyed dung with his cock before his eye;
And the devout fear him moaning the 's',
the devil of donkeys was a rebellious chieftain.
I do not know where this is from,
وَمُزوَزرand [unclear word] فيin سَمْعَيهِhis two ears تَلْقَىhe received
وَمُزوَزر في سَمْعَيهِ تَلْقَى
فَراحَso he went on يُقيمُkeeping erect خَمْساًfive غَيْرَwithout سَاجِدْprostrating
فَراحَ يُقيمُ خَمْساً غَيْرَ سَاجِدْ
And he received something [word unclear] in both his ears,
Nay, I do know, though it exceeds all norms,
so he kept five erect, without prostrating.
Abu Al-Husain's lips give him an excuse,
تَخَافُfear الأُتنُthe she-asses منهُfrom him شَقَّthe splitting ميمٍof a mim
تَخَافُ الأُتنُ منهُ شَقَّ ميمٍ
لهاof theirs وَيَراعُهُand his reed-pen فيtoward الصَّادِthe sad زَاهِدهabstaining from it
لها وَيَراعُهُ في الصَّادِ زَاهِده
The she-asses fear that he will split a mim
And your love of that excuse is a witness against you,
of theirs; his reed-pen abstains from the sad.
Had his beauty been adorned with plucking and shaving,
وَمَاand not أَدْرِيI know لَهُfor him مِنfrom أَيْنَwhere هذاthis
وَمَا أَدْرِي لَهُ مِن أَيْنَ هذا
بَلَىyes indeed أَدْرِيI know وَقَدْand indeed تُعْدِيcan be contagious العَوائِدْhabits
بَلَى أَدْرِي وَقَدْ تُعْدِي العَوائِدْ
And I do not know where he got this from;
You would not have found a single cup like yours,
yes, I do know—habits can be contagious.
He cracks a mouth, not fangs,
سِبَالُthe whiskers أبُوAbu (father of) الحسينِal-Husayn لَهُfor him عِذارٌa cheekstrap
سِبَالُ أبُو الحسينِ لَهُ عِذارٌ
وَحُبُّكَand your love لِلعِذارِfor cheek-fuzz لِلعِذارِfor cheek-fuzz عَلَيْكَagainst you شَاهِدْa witness
وَحُبُّكَ لِلعِذارِ لِلعِذارِ عَلَيْكَ شَاهِدْ
Abu al-Husayn's whiskers serve him as a cheekstrap,
He has no fangs, no redundant parts,
and your love for cheek-fuzz—for cheek-fuzz—testifies against you.
I would vie for him against an old man,
وَلَوْand if زِيَنتْwere adorned مَحاسِنُهُhis charms بِنَتْفٍby plucking
وَلَوْ زِيَنتْ مَحاسِنُهُ بِنَتْفٍ
وَحَلْقٍand shaving لَمْnot تَجِدْyou would find كأساكَyour two cups (unclear here) وَاحِدْa single one
وَحَلْقٍ لَمْ تَجِدْ كأساكَ وَاحِدْ
If his charms were adorned by plucking
Who pries open gatherings and raids,
and shaving, you would not find a single one ['your two cups' is unclear here].
I tour the countries with him, walking straight,
يُحَطِّمُhe crushes منهُof his ثَغْراًa mouth لاnot نِياباًfangs
يُحَطِّمُ منهُ ثَغْراً لا نِياباً
ولاand no أنيابَfangs فيهِin it وَلاnor زَوائِدْextra teeth
ولا أنيابَ فيهِ وَلا زَوائِدْ
He crushes his mouth, not fangs;
Then swerving, ascending and descending,
there are no fangs in it, nor extra teeth.
No distant deadline dismays him,
وَكُنْتُand I was مُزاحَماًcrowded out منهُfrom him بِشَيْخٍby an old man
وَكُنْتُ مُزاحَماً منهُ بِشَيْخٍ
يَشُقُّhe cuts through بهِon him المَحَافِلَthe assemblies والمحَاشِدْand the crowds
يَشُقُّ بهِ المَحَافِلَ والمحَاشِدْ
An old man used to crowd me off him,
Even if you drive him into a tight pass,
riding him through assemblies and crowds.
How many nights has he kept awake in the inn,
نَجُوبُwe roam بهِon him البِلادَthe lands فَمُسْتَقيمٌnow going straight
نَجُوبُ بهِ البِلادَ فَمُسْتَقيمٌ
وَهَاوٍand descending تَارَةًat times فِيهاthrough them وَصَاعِْدْand ascending
وَهَاوٍ تَارَةً فِيها وَصَاعِْدْ
We roamed the lands on him, now going straight,
Tormented by the red wine of monks,
at times descending through them, at times climbing.
He has fallen off a donkey, then left it
وَلَيْسَand not يَهُولُهُdaunts him أَمَدٌa distance بَعِيدٌfar
وَلَيْسَ يَهُولُهُ أَمَدٌ بَعِيدٌ
وَلَوْeven if أَقحَمْتَهُyou thrust him into دَرْبَنْدَDarband آمِدْAmid
وَلَوْ أَقحَمْتَهُ دَرْبَنْدَ آمِدْ
No distant goal daunts him,
And come between the cushions confused,
even if you drive him into the Darband of Amid.
How many sticks were broken over him,
وَكَمْand how many مِنof لَيلَةٍa night فيat الخانِthe inn قَامَتْarose
وَكَمْ مِن لَيلَةٍ في الخانِ قَامَتْ
بِهِbecause of him فيamong عَانَةِa herd الحُمْرِof asses العَرَابِدْbrawls
بِهِ في عَانَةِ الحُمْرِ العَرَابِدْ
How many a night at the inn saw
And by drunkards how lightly hardships were viewed,
brawls erupt over him among the herd of asses!
Broken while he remains bent over,
وَسَقَّطَand caused a miscarriage مِنin أَتَانٍa she-ass ثُمَّthen خَلَّىleft her
وَسَقَّطَ مِن أَتَانٍ ثُمَّ خَلَّى
وَأَحْبَلَand impregnated حَائِلاَa nonpregnant one بَيْنَamong المَسَاهِدْthe sleepless
وَأَحْبَلَ حَائِلاَ بَيْنَ المَسَاهِدْ
He made a she-ass miscarry, then left her,
Over their knees and the pillows too,
and impregnated one not yet with young among the sleepless.
How often has he woken the sleeper in spring,
وَكَمْand how many كُسِرَتْwere broken أَسَاطِينٌpillars عليهِover him
وَكَمْ كُسِرَتْ أَسَاطِينٌ عليهِ
وَعِنْدَand during النياكfucking كَمْhow many هَانَتْbecame easy شَدائدْhardships
وَعِنْدَ النياك كَمْ هَانَتْ شَدائدْ
How many pillars were broken over him,
And roused every worshipper in its darkness,
and during fucking, how many hardships seemed light!
Due to an impelling desire and affection
تُكَسَّرُthey are broken وَهْوَwhile he مَشغُولٌis busy مُكِّبٌbent over
تُكَسَّرُ وَهْوَ مَشغُولٌ مُكِّبٌ
علَىover أَكفَالِهاtheir rumps وَعلَىand over المَذاوِدْthe mangers
علَى أَكفَالِها وَعلَى المَذاوِدْ
They are broken while he is busy, bent
That branched within him and severed every excess,
over their rumps and over the mangers.
Why not, and the friend of Yahya but a youth,
وَكَمْand how often قَلَبَhe overturned المَرابِطَthe tethering-places فيin رَبيعٍspring
وَكَمْ قَلَبَ المَرابِطَ في رَبيعٍ
وأَيْقَظَand woke فيin دُجَاهاtheir darkness كُلَّevery هَاجِدْsleeper
وأَيْقَظَ في دُجَاها كُلَّ هَاجِدْ
How often in spring he overturned the tethering-places,
Suffering thus and subduing those who resist,
and in their darkness woke every sleeper!
He is the tempter, no wonder for one who tempts,
فَمِنso, among them سَبَبٍa tether يُراجِفُهُhe shakes it وَوَدٍّand a stake
فَمِن سَبَبٍ يُراجِفُهُ وَوَدٍّ
يُشَعِّبُهُhe splinters it وَيَقطَعُand cuts off منهُfrom it زَائِدْa projecting part
يُشَعِّبُهُ وَيَقطَعُ منهُ زَائِدْ
A tether he would shake, and a stake
And follows a poet who gathered all benefits,
he would splinter, cutting off its projecting part.
If the son of Husain saw his father,
وَلِمْand why لاnot والخَلِيلُwhen the companion غُلامُis the slave يَحْيىof Yahya
وَلِمْ لا والخَلِيلُ غُلامُ يَحْيى
يُعَانيpractices ذاthis وَيُرْغِمُand humbles مَنْwhoever يُعَانِدْresists
يُعَاني ذا وَيُرْغِمُ مَنْ يُعَانِدْ
And why not, when his companion is Yahya's slave,
He would have cast the necklaces to him,
who practices this and humbles whoever resists?
So, if you judge fairly, who of the two
هُوَhe الغَاوِيthe errant one ولاand no عَجَبٌwonder لِفَاوٍfor an errant one (probable reading)
هُوَ الغَاوِي ولا عَجَبٌ لِفَاوٍ
وَيَتْبعُand he follows شَاعِراًa poet جَمَّrich in الفَوائِدْbenefits
وَيَتْبعُ شَاعِراً جَمَّ الفَوائِدْ
He is the errant one—no wonder for an errant one—
Lying in generosity is more glorious?
and he follows a poet rich in benefits.
Better yet that the visitor should say: O mirage,
لَوْif أنَّindeed ابنَIbn (son of) الحُسينِal-Husayn رَأَىsaw أَباهُhis father
لَوْ أنَّ ابنَ الحُسينِ رَأَى أَباهُ
لَقَدْhe would certainly أَلقَىhand over إليهِto him بالمَقالِدْthe keys
لَقَدْ أَلقَى إليهِ بالمَقالِدْ
Had Ibn al-Husayn seen his father,
Did you come upon me or are you returning?
he would surely have handed him the keys.
Leave al-Walid be, for this is obscure,
فَذاthen this one لاذاكَnot that one إنْif أنصفْتyou judge fairly حُكماًin judgment
فَذا لاذاكَ إنْ أنصفْت حُكماً
ضجيعُthe bedfellow الجُودِof generosity منهُin him أَيُّwhat a مَاجِدْnoble one
ضجيعُ الجُودِ منهُ أَيُّ مَاجِدْ
This one, not that one, if you judge fairly,
If you deemed the newborns obscure,
is generosity's bedfellow—what a noble fellow he is!
If the poems of a beloved are beautiful,
وَأَولىand more fitting for him أَنْto يقولَsay أزائرُare you a visitor? ياO
وَأَولى أَنْ يقولَ أزائرُ يا
خيالُphantom طَرَقْتَنيyou came to me by night أمْor أَنتَare you عَائِدْa visitor to the sick
خيالُ طَرَقْتَني أمْ أَنتَ عَائِدْ
He has more right to say: 'Are you a visitor, O
The beauty of hunting and intentions is sufficient,
phantom, come to me by night, or a visitor to the sick?'
If al-Fatḥ bin Khāqān saw it,
وَدَعْand leave عَنكَaside from you الوَليدَal-Walid فَنِكْرُfor the strangeness هذاof this one
وَدَعْ عَنكَ الوَليدَ فَنِكْرُ هذا
إذاif أَنكرْتَyou disavow it أَنتَجُmore fruitful لِلوَلائِدْfor slave-girls
إذا أَنكرْتَ أَنتَجُ لِلوَلائِدْ
Leave al-Walid aside: this one's strange deed,
He would adorn it with the necklaces,
if you disavow it, is more fruitful for slave-girls.
If Kushajim lived he would be a slave,
وَإنْand though حَسُنَتْwere beautiful قَصَائِدُpoems مِنby حَبِيبٍHabib
وَإنْ حَسُنَتْ قَصَائِدُ مِن حَبِيبٍ
فَداthen this (probable reading) حُسْنُthe beauty التَصائدِof hunting والمَقَاصِدْand aims
فَدا حُسْنُ التَصائدِ والمَقَاصِدْ
Though poems by Habib may be beautiful,
Adding it to his book of benefits,
here is beauty in hunting and its aims.
If its pearls reached him,
لَوْif الفَتْحُal-Fath بنُibn (son of) خَاقانٍKhaqan رآهُsaw him
لَوْ الفَتْحُ بنُ خَاقانٍ رآهُ
لِقُلِّدَhe would be adorned مِنfrom مَحَاسنهِhis charms القَلائِدْnecklaces
لِقُلِّدَ مِن مَحَاسنهِ القَلائِدْ
Had al-Fath ibn Khaqan seen him,
He would adorn the prey and the pursuer with it,
he would have worn necklaces fashioned from his charms.
What boast for Abū Nuwās if he saw it,
وَلَوْand if يَحْيَاwere alive كُشَاجِمُKushajim كانhe would be عَبْداًa slave
وَلَوْ يَحْيَا كُشَاجِمُ كان عَبْداً
ليحيىto Yahya فيin مُصنّفهِhis compilation الفَوائِدْThe Benefits
ليحيى في مُصنّفهِ الفَوائِدْ
Had Kushajim been alive, he would have been a slave
With it I suppressed all enviers,
to Yahya, in his compilation, The Benefits.
And discerned the words of this and that in it,
وَلَوْand if وَقَعَتْcame شَوارِدُهُhis fugitive verses إليهِto him
وَلَوْ وَقَعَتْ شَوارِدُهُ إليهِ
لَزانَhe would adorn بِهاwith them المَصَايِدَthe hunts والمَطاردْand the pursuits
لَزانَ بِها المَصَايِدَ والمَطاردْ
Had his fugitive verses reached him,
And preferred the hide unfleshed to the fleshed,
he would have adorned the hunts and pursuits with them.
Si tak, O Abū Ziyād, every beauty's hearts' captor,
وَمَنand who لأَبيfor Abu (father of) نُوَاسٍNuwas لَوْif رَآهَاhe saw them
وَمَن لأَبي نُوَاسٍ لَوْ رَآهَا
مَفاخرةًas a boast كَبْتُthe humiliation بِهاthrough them الحَوَاسِدْof the envious
مَفاخرةً كَبْتُ بِها الحَوَاسِدْ
Who could come to Abu Nuwas's aid, had he seen them
Whose saliva is abundant, whose lightning is rumbling,
as boasts that put the envious to shame,
It rends scorched fragments upon you,
وَمَيَّزَand distinguished قولَthe words تلكَof that one (feminine) وَذاكَand that one (masculine) فيهاin them
وَمَيَّزَ قولَ تلكَ وَذاكَ فيها
وَتَفْضِيلُand the superiority الجِراءِof the puppies علَىover الجَرائِدْthe swift steeds
وَتَفْضِيلُ الجِراءِ علَى الجَرائِدْ
and distinguished in them that one's words from the other's,
Though I sensed the heart was cold,
and the puppies' superiority over the swift steeds?
If I exaggerated, I would swear by Yahya's oath,
سِتَاكَmay it water you (probable reading) أَبَاO Abu (father of) زِيَادٍZiyad كُلُّevery جَوْنٍdark cloud
سِتَاكَ أَبَا زِيَادٍ كُلُّ جَوْنٍ
مُلِثُّunceasing in القَطْرِrain مُرتَجِزُchanting الرَّوَاعِدْthunderclaps
مُلِثُّ القَطْرِ مُرتَجِزُ الرَّوَاعِدْ
May every dark cloud water you, Abu Ziyad,
But I am envious of those,
unceasing in rain, chanting its thunderclaps.
تَشُقُّthey rend عَليكَover you مِنfrom حُرَقٍburning grief جيُوباًrobe-fronts
تَشُقُّ عَليكَ مِن حُرَقٍ جيُوباً
وَإنْthough أَحسَسْتُI sensed منهاin them القَلْبَthe heart بَارِدْcold
وَإنْ أَحسَسْتُ منها القَلْبَ بَارِدْ
They rend their robe-fronts over you in burning grief,
though I have sensed their heart is cold.
وَلَوْand if بَالَغْتُI exaggerated قُلْتُI would say يمينthe right hand يَحْيىof Yahya
وَلَوْ بَالَغْتُ قُلْتُ يمين يَحْيى
وَلكنِيbut I علَىtoward هَاتِيكَthat one (feminine) حَاسِدْam envious
وَلكنِي علَى هَاتِيكَ حَاسِدْ
Were I to exaggerate, I would say, 'Yahya's right hand,'
but I am envious of that hand.
Partial English translation: 89 of 94 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1