وَأَهيَفُand a slender-waisted youth لَحظُهُhis glance بِالسِحرِwith magic ناجاwhispered to
وَأَهيَفُ لَحظُهُ بِالسِحرِ ناجا
فُؤاديmy heart المُستَهامَenthralled بِهِby him فَهاجاso it stirred
فُؤادي المُستَهامَ بِهِ فَهاجا
And a slender youth—his glance whispered with magic
His glance enchants with magic whispering
to my heart, enthralled by him, so it stirred.
My fervent heart dissolved by his appearing
تَبَسَّمَhe smiled تَحتَbeneath جُنحِthe wing of الشعرِthe hair بَرقاًlightning
تَبَسَّمَ تَحتَ جُنحِ الشعرِ بَرقاً
وَأَذكىand kindled مِنfrom مُحَيّاهُhis countenance سِراجاa lamp
وَأَذكى مِن مُحَيّاهُ سِراجا
He smiled like lightning beneath the wing of his hair,
His smile beneath the wings of verse did shine
and kindled a lamp from his countenance.
And lit, more radiant than his cheek, a lamp divine
وَأَنشَدَand recited خَصرُهُhis waist المُضنىenfeebled اِرتِجالاًimpromptu
وَأَنشَدَ خَصرُهُ المُضنى اِرتِجالاً
أَظُنُّI think الرِدفَthe buttocks يَقطَعُنيtears me apart اِرتِجاجاwith shaking
أَظُنُّ الرِدفَ يَقطَعُني اِرتِجاجا
And his enfeebled waist recited impromptu:
His slender waist began to sway and swing
“I think the buttocks are tearing me apart with their shaking.”
I feared its rhythm my breath away would bring
فَماso there is no فيin حُسنِهِhis beauty لَيتٌ'if only' وَعلٌّand 'perhaps'
فَما في حُسنِهِ لَيتٌ وَعلٌّ
يَرىsees مُتَقَوِّلٌa detractor بِهِماthrough those two اِحتِجاجاgrounds for objection
يَرى مُتَقَوِّلٌ بِهِما اِحتِجاجا
So in his beauty there is no 'if only' or 'perhaps'
No flaw or fault in his perfection lies
in either of which a detractor might find grounds for objection.
None could with baseless claims his grace despise
غَداhe became فيin حُسنِهِhis beauty مَثَلاًa paragon كَماjust as فيin الthe
غَدا في حُسنِهِ مَثَلاً كَما في ال
مَكارِمِnoble deeds وَالعُلاand eminence أَضحىbecame قراجاQaraja
مَكارِمِ وَالعُلا أَضحى قراجا
He became a paragon of beauty, just as in
A paragon of beauty he arose and in
noble deeds and eminence Qaraja became one.
Nobility and merit ranks the highest in
وَلَمand did not يَتَمَطَّstretch itself قَطُّever قراthe back of جَوادٍa noble steed
وَلَم يَتَمَطَّ قَطُّ قرا جَوادٍ
بِمِثلِكِwith one like you ياO قَراجاQaraja إِذwhen تُهاجاyou are roused
بِمِثلِكِ يا قَراجا إِذ تُهاجا
And never has a noble steed's back stretched
No spirited steed ever moved with grace
beneath one like you, O Qaraja, when you are roused.
Equal to you, O noble of his race
إِذاwhen اِنتَطَحَتbutted heads كِباشُthe rams of الرَوعِbattle's terror كُنتَyou were الthe
إِذا اِنتَطَحَت كِباشُ الرَوعِ كُنتَ ال
هِزَبرَlion تَرىyou see الكِباشَthe rams بِهاin it نِعاجاewes
هِزَبرَ تَرى الكِباشَ بِها نِعاجا
When the rams of battle butt heads, you are the
When rams in rutting season ram and clash
lion; there you see the rams as ewes.
You are the ram the rams around you dash
تُعِلُّyou give a second draught وَتُنهِلُand give a first draught السُمرَthe brown spears العَواليthe tall ones
تُعِلُّ وَتُنهِلُ السُمرَ العَوالي
دَماًblood يَرويthat slakes الأَسِنَّةَthe spearheads وَالرَجاجاand slender spears
دَماً يَروي الأَسِنَّةَ وَالرَجاجا
You give the tall brown spears draught upon draught,
You charge and spend your vigor on the attack
blood that slakes the spearheads and slender spears.
To slake the thirst and hunger of our pack
وَيَثنيand he sends back المُعتَفينَthe seekers of gifts وَهُمwhile they are مِلاءُfull الthe
وَيَثني المُعتَفينَ وَهُم مِلاءُ ال
حَقائِبِsaddlebags بَعدَafter أَنthat مَلَأَhe filled الفِجاجاthe mountain passes
حَقائِبِ بَعدَ أَن مَلَأَ الفِجاجا
And he sends the seekers of gifts back, their
The raiders return, their bags with loot stuffed full
saddlebags full, after he has filled the mountain passes.
After you helped them make successful haul
وَتَرجِعُand return عَنكَfrom you شُقرُthe chestnut ones of الخَيلِthe horses دُهماًblack
وَتَرجِعُ عَنكَ شُقرُ الخَيلِ دُهماً
مِنَfrom الدَمِthe blood حينَwhen يَقتَحِمhe plunges into العَجاجاthe battle dust
مِنَ الدَمِ حينَ يَقتَحِم العَجاجا
And chestnut horses return from you black,
The sweat-drenched horses from the battle turn
from blood, when he plunges into the battle dust.
Still splattered with the blood their hooves did churn
رَآكَhe saw you العادِلُal-Adil (the Just) المَلِكُthe king المُفَدّىfor whom lives are pledged
رَآكَ العادِلُ المَلِكُ المُفَدّى
وَلِيّاًan ally لَمnot يَكُنhas been مُذsince كانَhe came into being داجاdissembled
وَلِيّاً لَم يَكُن مُذ كانَ داجا
Al-Adil, the king for whom lives are pledged, saw you
The righteous king, redeemer of our land
as an ally who has never dissembled in all his life.
Beheld in you a champion, spear in hand
بِرَأيِكَwith your counsel يَطعَنُhe strikes الأَعداءَthe enemies شَزراًwith sidelong thrusts
بِرَأيِكَ يَطعَنُ الأَعداءَ شَزراً
قُبَيلَjust before الحَربِwar إِذwhen يَغشىhe enters الهَياجاthe fray
قُبَيلَ الحَربِ إِذ يَغشى الهَياجا
With your counsel he strikes his enemies from the flank,
With your wise counsel, foes were pierced and gashed
just before war, as he enters the fray.
Before the armies in the battle clashed
فَمِعصَمُso the wrist of مُلكِهِhis kingdom أَصبَحتَyou became فيهِon it الthe
فَمِعصَمُ مُلكِهِ أَصبَحتَ فيهِ ال
سِوارَbracelet لَهُfor him وَفَوقَand above الفَرقِthe crown of the head تاجاa crown
سِوارَ لَهُ وَفَوقَ الفَرقِ تاجا
So, on the wrist of his kingdom, you have become the
Our monarch’s arm you now have become
bracelet for him, and above his head a crown.
His bracelet and crown above his brow
تَرُدُّyou drive back الأَلفَthe thousand ناكِصَةًretreating فِراراًin flight
تَرُدُّ الأَلفَ ناكِصَةً فِراراً
وَتُعطيand you give الأَلفَthe thousand تَبتَهِجُyou rejoice اِبتِهاجاwith delight
وَتُعطي الأَلفَ تَبتَهِجُ اِبتِهاجا
You drive back a thousand, retreating in flight,
A thousand you repel in panicked flight
and give a thousand, rejoicing with delight.
A thousand you give joyous, beaming sight
فَياso O بَحراًsea غَداhas become عَذباًsweet فُراتاًfresh
فَيا بَحراً غَدا عَذباً فُراتاً
يُفيدُbestows الدُرَّpearls لاnot مِلحاًsalty أُجاجاbitterly briny
يُفيدُ الدُرَّ لا مِلحاً أُجاجا
So, O sea grown sweet and fresh,
You turned to fresh and sweet a bitter sea
bestowing pearls, not bitter brine.
Bringing forth pearls, not brine of misery
وَوَعدُكَand your promise ليto me تَمَكَّنَtook hold مِنهُof it مطلٌdelay
وَوَعدُكَ لي تَمَكَّنَ مِنهُ مطلٌ
فَفيso in تَقويمِهِits straightening أَبدىit revealed اِعوِجاجاcrookedness
فَفي تَقويمِهِ أَبدى اِعوِجاجا
And delay has taken hold of your promise to me,
Your promise long delayed mocks my hope
so, in its straightening, it has revealed crookedness.
And in its timing shows a twist and slope
بِهِbecause of it وافَتcame تُهَنِّئُنيto congratulate me ثقاتيmy trusted friends
بِهِ وافَت تُهَنِّئُني ثقاتي
وعِنديyet within me الهَمُّworry لَمnot يَجِدِhas found اِنفِراجاrelief
وعِندي الهَمُّ لَم يَجِدِ اِنفِراجا
My trusted friends came to congratulate me on it,
Good news of it arrived, my wishes greeting
yet the worry within me has found no relief.
Yet still my care is comfort far from meeting
فَاِنجِزهُso fulfill it فَكَمfor how many حِصنٍa fortress مَنيعٍimpregnable
فَاِنجِزهُ فَكَم حِصنٍ مَنيعٍ
تَزَلتَyou descended (reading uncertain) بِهِupon it فَفَرَّجتَso you opened wide الرِتاجاthe great gate
تَزَلتَ بِهِ فَفَرَّجتَ الرِتاجا
So fulfill it—for how many an impregnable fortress
Fulfill it now, for you have torn asunder
you descended upon, then opened its great gate!
And breached so many a fortress strong and wonder
وَعِشand live وَاِسلَمand be safe طوالَthroughout الدَّهرِtime فيهِin it
وَعِش وَاِسلَم طوالَ الدَّهرِ فيهِ
تُجَنِّبُناyou spare us اِجتِياحاًruin وَاِحتِجاجاand protest
تُجَنِّبُنا اِجتِياحاً وَاِحتِجاجا
And live and be safe throughout all time, in which
Live long and safe through all the years ahead
you spare us ruin and the need to protest.
Saving us from assault and being misled
Sol 6.1