نَعَشتَyou revived قَوماًa people وَكانواand they were قَبلُbefore قَدalready دَثَرواthey vanished
نَعَشتَ قَوماً وَكانوا قَبلُ قَد دَثَروا
لَولاbut for عُلاكَyour eminence فَطابَso grew sweet الوِردُthe approach to water وَالصَدَرُand the return from it
لَولا عُلاكَ فَطابَ الوِردُ وَالصَدَرُ
You revived a people who would long since have vanished
but for your eminence; sweet became the approach to water and the return.
أَحيَيتَyou brought to life شِعرَهُمtheir poetry مِنfrom بَعدِafter مِيتَتِهِits death
أَحيَيتَ شِعرَهُم مِن بَعدِ مِيتَتِهِ
قِدماًlong ago وَقَدand indeed شَعَرواthey composed verse قِدماًlong ago وَماyet not شَعَرواthey perceived
قِدماً وَقَد شَعَروا قِدماً وَما شَعَروا
You brought their poetry to life after its death
long ago; they made verse long ago, yet were unaware.
أَقسَمتُI swear ماno رَوضَةٌa meadow مُخضَرَّةٌgreen أُنُفٌfresh and ungrazed
أَقسَمتُ ما رَوضَةٌ مُخضَرَّةٌ أُنُفٌ
باتَتspent the night تَسِحُّpouring down عَلىover أَقطارِهاits reaches القُطُرُthe rain
باتَت تَسِحُّ عَلى أَقطارِها القُطُرُ
I swear, no fresh, untouched green meadow,
over whose reaches rain poured all night,
ذُبابُهاits flies هَزِجٌhumming نُوّارُهاits blossoms أَرِجٌfragrant
ذُبابُها هَزِجٌ نُوّارُها أَرِجٌ
نَباتُهاits vegetation بَهِجٌdelightful مُستَحسَنٌadmired عَطِرُsweet-scented
نَباتُها بَهِجٌ مُستَحسَنٌ عَطِرُ
whose flies hum and whose blossoms are fragrant,
whose growth is delightful, lovely, aromatic,
كَأَنَّas though فاراتِpods of مِسكٍmusk وَسَطَهاin its midst قُرنَتwere joined together
كَأَنَّ فاراتِ مِسكٍ وَسَطَها قُرنَت
فَنَشرُهاso its fragrance بِأَمانيthrough the longings of النَفسِthe soul مُنتَشِرُspreading
فَنَشرُها بِأَماني النَفسِ مُنتَشِرُ
as though musk pods were joined in its midst,
its perfume spreading through the soul's longings;
شَقَّcleft النَسيمُthe breeze عَلىwith رِفقٍgentleness شَقائِقَهاits anemones
شَقَّ النَسيمُ عَلى رِفقٍ شَقائِقَها
فَضُرِّجَتso they were reddened بِدَمٍwith blood لَكِنَّهُbut it is هَدَرُshed without redress
فَضُرِّجَت بِدَمٍ لَكِنَّهُ هَدَرُ
where the breeze gently cleft its anemones,
and they were stained with blood—but blood shed unavenged;
قُضبُshoots of الزَّبَرجدِchrysolite مِنهاof it حُمِّلَتwere laden صَدَفَshells of الthe
قُضبُ الزَّبَرجدِ مِنها حُمِّلَت صَدَفَ ال
ياقوتِruby فيهاinside them فَتيتُcrumbs of المِسكِmusk لاnot دُرَرُpearls
ياقوتِ فيها فَتيتُ المِسكِ لا دُرَرُ
whose chrysolite shoots were laden with shells of
ruby, holding crumbled musk, not pearls;
أَحداقُthe pupils of نَرجِسِهاits narcissi تَرنوgaze فَأَدمُعُهاso their tears
أَحداقُ نَرجِسِها تَرنو فَأَدمُعُها
فيهاwithin them تَرَقرَقُshimmer أَحياناًat times وَتَنحَدِرُand flow down
فيها تَرَقرَقُ أَحياناً وَتَنحَدِرُ
where the eyes of its narcissi gaze, and their tears
sometimes shimmer within them and stream down;
وَلِلأَقاحيand the daisies have ثُغورُthe mouths of الغيدِslender beauties باسِمَةٌsmiling
وَلِلأَقاحي ثُغورُ الغيدِ باسِمَةٌ
شيكَتwere brushed clean بِإِسحِلَةٍwith an ishil toothstick أَنيابُهاtheir canines الأُشُرُfinely notched
شيكَت بِإِسحِلَةٍ أَنيابُها الأُشُرُ
where daisies have the smiling mouths of slender beauties,
their finely notched canines brushed with an ishil twig;
تَبدوappear بِهاupon it طُرَرٌforelocks مِنfrom تَحتِهاbeneath them غُرَرٌbright foreheads
تَبدو بِها طُرَرٌ مِن تَحتِها غُرَرٌ
ياoh حَبَّذاhow lovely طُرَرُthe forelocks of الأَزهارِthe flowers وَالغُرَرُand the bright foreheads
يا حَبَّذا طُرَرُ الأَزهارِ وَالغُرَرُ
where forelocks appear, with bright brows beneath them—
how lovely the flowers' forelocks and bright brows!—
يَوماًever بِأَحسَنَmore beautiful مِنthan خَطِّthe handwriting of العِمادِal-Imad إِذاwhen
يَوماً بِأَحسَنَ مِن خَطِّ العِمادِ إِذا
أَقلامُهُhis pens نُشِرَتwere unfurled عَنfrom حِبرِهاtheir ink الحِبَرُembroidered cloths
أَقلامُهُ نُشِرَت عَن حِبرِها الحِبَرُ
is ever lovelier than al-Imad's script, when
his pens unfurl embroidered cloths from their ink.
وَلاnor العُقودُthe necklaces بِأَجيادِon the necks of العَقائِلِnoblewomen كَالlike the
وَلا العُقودُ بِأَجيادِ العَقائِلِ كَال
دُمىstatues فَمُنتَظِمٌso some are strung مِنهاof them وَمُنتَثِرُand some scattered
دُمى فَمُنتَظِمٌ مِنها وَمُنتَثِرُ
Nor are necklaces at the throats of noblewomen resembling
statues—some pearls strung, others scattered—
عَلىupon تَرائِبِupper breasts of كافورٍcamphor تُزَيِّنُهُadorn it
عَلى تَرائِبِ كافورٍ تُزَيِّنُهُ
حقاقُsmall caskets of عاجٍivory عَلَيهاupon them عاجَتِhave lingered الفِكَرُthoughts
حقاقُ عاجٍ عَلَيها عاجَتِ الفِكَرُ
upon camphor-white bosoms, adorned
with ivory caskets on which thoughts dwell—
تِلكَthose اللآليpearls تَروقُdelight الناظِرينَthe beholders فَماso not
تِلكَ اللآلي تَروقُ الناظِرينَ فَما
يَسومُهاdemands of them مَلَلاًweariness مِنfrom ظِلِّهاtheir shade النَظَرُthe gaze
يَسومُها مَلَلاً مِن ظِلِّها النَظَرُ
those pearls that delight beholders, and
of whose shade the gaze never tires—
يَوماًever بِأَحسَنَmore beautiful مِنthan نَظمِthe verse of العِمادِal-Imad وَلاnor
يَوماً بِأَحسَنَ مِن نَظمِ العِمادِ وَلا
مِنthan نَثرِهِhis prose فَبِهِfor in him ذاthis الدَهرُage يَفتَخِرُtakes pride
مِن نَثرِهِ فَبِهِ ذا الدَهرُ يَفتَخِرُ
ever lovelier than al-Imad's verse, nor
than his prose; this age takes pride in him.
أَمسَتhave become صِعابُthe difficult ones among المَعانيmeanings عِندَهُwith him ذُلُلاًdocile
أَمسَت صِعابُ المَعاني عِندَهُ ذُلُلاً
تَحويcontain دَقائِقَهاtheir subtleties مِنfrom لَفظِهِhis diction الدُرَرُthe pearls
تَحوي دَقائِقَها مِن لَفظِهِ الدُرَرُ
Difficult meanings have grown docile for him;
the pearls of his diction contain their subtleties.
كَأَنَّماas though لَفظُهُhis speech السِحرُmagic الحَلالُlawful أَوor الthe
كَأَنَّما لَفظُهُ السِحرُ الحَلالُ أَو ال
ماءُwater الزُلالُlimpid النُقاخُpure الطَيِّبُsweet الخَصِرُcool
ماءُ الزُلالُ النُقاخُ الطَيِّبُ الخَصِرُ
His speech seems lawful magic, or
limpid water, pure, sweet, and cool,
شِيبَتwas blended بِهِwith it قَهوَةٌwine حَمراءُred صافِيَةٌclear
شِيبَت بِهِ قَهوَةٌ حَمراءُ صافِيَةٌ
عُصارُهاits pressed juice قَدindeed أَتَتhave come مِنfrom دونِهِshort of it العُصُرُthe ages
عُصارُها قَد أَتَت مِن دونِهِ العُصُرُ
with which clear red wine has been blended,
its vintage lying beyond the ages' reach.
وَلاnor السَحائِبُthe clouds بِالأَنداءِwith moisture صائِبَةًpouring down
وَلا السَحائِبُ بِالأَنداءِ صائِبَةً
فَجَودُهاso their rain غَدِقُcopious الشُؤبوبِthe downpour مُنهَمِرُstreaming
فَجَودُها غَدِقُ الشُؤبوبِ مُنهَمِرُ
Nor are clouds, pouring down moisture—
their rain streaming in abundant torrents—
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen اِنقَشَعَتthey cleared مِنfrom بَعدِafter ماthat هَمَعَتthey poured rain
حَتّى إِذا اِنقَشَعَت مِن بَعدِ ما هَمَعَت
أَثنىpraised عَلَيهاthem نَباتُthe plants of الرَوضِthe meadow وَالشَجَرُand the trees
أَثنى عَلَيها نَباتُ الرَوضِ وَالشَجَرُ
until, when they clear after their downpour,
the meadow's plants and trees praise them,
يَوماًever بِأَغزَرَmore abundant مِنthan كَفِّthe hand of العِمادِal-Imad نَدىًin bounty
يَوماً بِأَغزَرَ مِن كَفِّ العِمادِ نَدىً
فَكُلُّfor every أُنمُلَةٍfingertip مِنof كَفِّهِhis hand نَهَرُa river
فَكُلُّ أُنمُلَةٍ مِن كَفِّهِ نَهَرُ
ever richer in bounty than al-Imad's hand:
for each fingertip of his hand is a river.
فَلِلغَمائِمِfor the clouds have تَقطيبٌa frown إِذاwhen اِنبَجَسَتthey burst forth
فَلِلغَمائِمِ تَقطيبٌ إِذا اِنبَجَسَت
وَبِشرُهُand his smiling face دونَهُbelow it عِندَat the time of النَّدىgiving القمرُthe moon
وَبِشرُهُ دونَهُ عِندَ النَّدى القمرُ
For clouds frown when they burst with rain,
while his smile, when he gives, surpasses the moon.
ماnot اِبنُIbn (son of) العَميدِal-Amid وَلاnor عَبدُAbd (servant of) الحَميدِal-Hamid وَلاnor الal- (the)
ما اِبنُ العَميدِ وَلا عَبدُ الحَميدِ وَلا ال
صابيSabi بِأَحسَنَbetter ذِكراًin renown مِنهُthan him إنif ذُكِرواthey are mentioned
صابي بِأَحسَنَ ذِكراً مِنهُ إن ذُكِروا
Neither Ibn al-Amid nor Abd al-Hamid nor
al-Sabi has finer renown than he, if they are named.
وَلَوand if يُناظِرُهُhe debated him فيin الفِقهِjurisprudence أَسعَدُAs'ad لَمwould not
وَلَو يُناظِرُهُ في الفِقهِ أَسعَدُ لَم
يُسعَدbe granted success وَأَحصَرَهُand would hinder him عَنfrom ذِكرِهِmentioning it الحَصَرُspeechlessness
يُسعَد وَأَحصَرَهُ عَن ذِكرِهِ الحَصَرُ
And if As'ad debated him in jurisprudence, he would not
succeed; speechlessness would keep him from discussing it.
هَذاthis وَمحتدُهُand his lineage ماnot إِنemphatic particle يُساجِلُهُrivals it
هَذا وَمحتدُهُ ما إِن يُساجِلُهُ
خَلقٌany mortal إِذاwhen القَومُthe people فيin ناديthe assembly of العُلىhigh honor اِفتَخَرواboasted
خَلقٌ إِذا القَومُ في نادي العُلى اِفتَخَروا
All this—and his lineage can be matched by no
mortal, when men boast in the assembly of high honor.
أَصِخlisten closely مُحَمَّدُMuhammad إِنّيindeed I am جِدُّtruly مُعتَذِرٍapologetic
أَصِخ مُحَمَّدُ إِنّي جِدُّ مُعتَذِرٍ
إِنَّindeed المُقَصِّرَone who falls short فيماin what قالَhe said يَعتَذِرُapologizes
إِنَّ المُقَصِّرَ فيما قالَ يَعتَذِرُ
Listen, Muhammad: I am truly apologetic;
for he whose words fall short offers an apology.
ياO اِبنَson of الكِرامِthe noble الأُلىwho سارَتtraveled مَكارِمُهُمtheir generous deeds
يا اِبنَ الكِرامِ الأُلى سارَت مَكارِمُهُم
حَتّىuntil تَعَجَّبَmarveled مِنهاat them البَدوُthe nomads وَالحَضَرُand the townsfolk
حَتّى تَعَجَّبَ مِنها البَدوُ وَالحَضَرُ
O son of nobles, whose generous deeds spread abroad
until nomads and townsfolk marveled at them,
راووقُthe wine-strainer of حِلمِكَyour forbearance فيماin what أَنتَyou سامِعُهُhearing it
راووقُ حِلمِكَ فيما أَنتَ سامِعُهُ
يُبديreveals الجَميلَthe beautiful وَفيهِand within it الغَثُّthe worthless يَستَتِرُis concealed
يُبدي الجَميلَ وَفيهِ الغَثُّ يَستَتِرُ
the strainer of your forbearance, in what you hear,
reveals the beautiful, while the worthless stays hidden within it.
Sol 6.1