تَزَوَّدtake provisions مِنَof الماءِthe water النُقاخِpure فَلَنfor never تَرىyou will see
تَزَوَّد مِنَ الماءِ النُقاخِ فَلَن تَرى
بَواديin the valley of الغَضاal-Ghada ماءًwater نُقاخاًpure وَلاnor بَرداcoolness
بَوادي الغَضا ماءً نُقاخاً وَلا بَردا
Provision yourself with pure water, for you will not find
in Wadi al-Ghada pure water or any coolness.
وَنَلand take مِنfrom نَسيمِthe breeze of الرَندِthe laurel وَالبانِand the ban tree نَفحَةًa breath
وَنَل مِن نَسيمِ الرَندِ وَالبانِ نَفحَةً
فَهَيهاتَfor far away is وادٍa valley يُنبِتُthat grows البانَthe ban tree وَالرَنداand the laurel
فَهَيهاتَ وادٍ يُنبِتُ البانَ وَالرَندا
And catch a breath of laurel and ban-tree fragrance;
for far away lies a valley growing ban trees and laurel.
وَعُجand turn بِالحِمىtoward the protected pasture عَيناًan eye فَلَستَfor you are not بِرامِقٍone who will behold
وَعُج بِالحِمى عَيناً فَلَستَ بِرامِقٍ
طَوالَthroughout اللَياليthe nights ذَلِكَthat العَلَمَlandmark الفَردَsolitary
طَوالَ اللَيالي ذَلِكَ العَلَمَ الفَردَ
And turn your eye toward the protected pasture, for you will not behold
throughout the long nights that solitary landmark.
وَكُرَّand turn back إِلىtoward نَجدٍNajd بِطَرفِكَwith your gaze إِنَّهُfor it
وَكُرَّ إِلى نَجدٍ بِطَرفِكَ إِنَّهُ
مَتىwhen يَعدُit passes beyond لاnot يَنظُرwill it see عَقيقاًAqiq وَلاnor نَجداNajd
مَتى يَعدُ لا يَنظُر عَقيقاً وَلا نَجدا
And turn your gaze back toward Najd, for it,
once it passes beyond, will see neither Aqiq nor Najd.
تَلَفَّتَlooked back دونَbehind الرَكبِthe caravan وَالعَينُand the eye غَمرَةٌa flood
تَلَفَّتَ دونَ الرَكبِ وَالعَينُ غَمرَةٌ
وَقَدand already مَدَّهاhad swollen it سَيلُthe torrent of الدُموعِtears بِماwith what مَدّاit poured forth
وَقَد مَدَّها سَيلُ الدُموعِ بِما مَدّا
I looked back behind the caravan, my eye a flood,
swollen by the torrent of tears pouring into it.
لَعَلّيperhaps I أَرىshall see داراًa dwelling بِأَسنِمَةِon the crests of النَقاthe sand dune
لَعَلّي أَرى داراً بِأَسنِمَةِ النَقا
فَأَطرَبُماfor the most moved لِلدارِby the dwelling أَقرَبُناthe one among us closest عَهداin time
فَأَطرَبُما لِلدارِ أَقرَبُنا عَهدا
Perhaps I shall see a dwelling on the dune's crests;
for he among us who saw the dwelling last is most moved by it.
تَلاعَبُtoys بيwith me بَينَamong المَعالِمِthe landmarks لَوعَةٌa burning longing
تَلاعَبُ بي بَينَ المَعالِمِ لَوعَةٌ
فَتَذهَبُso it carries off بيme يَأساًin despair وَتَرجِعُand brings back بيme وَجداin yearning
فَتَذهَبُ بي يَأساً وَتَرجِعُ بي وَجدا
A burning longing toys with me among the landmarks,
carrying me away in despair and bringing me back in yearning.
مَنازِلُdwellings ناشَدتُI implored السَحابَthe clouds فَماbut not قَضىfulfilled
مَنازِلُ ناشَدتُ السَحابَ فَما قَضى
فَريضَتَهاtheir due عَنّيon my behalf السَحابُthe clouds وَلاnor أَدّىrendered it
فَريضَتَها عَنّي السَحابُ وَلا أَدّى
Dwellings for which I implored the clouds, but they have not discharged
their obligation on my behalf, nor rendered their due.
وَهَلand can بالِغٌattain ماwhat يَبلُغُattains الدَمعُthe tears عِندَهاbeside them
وَهَل بالِغٌ ما يَبلُغُ الدَمعُ عِندَها
حَقائِبَladen packs of غَيثٍrain تَحمِلُbearing البَرقَlightning وَالرَعداand thunder
حَقائِبَ غَيثٍ تَحمِلُ البَرقَ وَالرَعدا
And can what tears achieve beside them ever be matched
by rain-laden packs carrying lightning and thunder?
أَمِنكِis it from you الخَيالُthe phantom الطارِقيvisiting me by night بَعدَafter هَجعَةٍa spell of sleep
أَمِنكِ الخَيالُ الطارِقي بَعدَ هَجعَةٍ
يُعاطيoffers جَوىthe burning anguish of الظَمآنِthe thirsty one مُبتَسِماًsmiling بَرداcoolness
يُعاطي جَوى الظَمآنِ مُبتَسِماً بَردا
Was that phantom that visited me after sleep from you,
smiling, offering coolness to the thirsty one's burning grief?
دَناit drew near مِنfrom أَعاليthe heights of الرَقمَتَينِal-Raqmatayn وَماyet not دَناdid it draw near
دَنا مِن أَعالي الرَقمَتَينِ وَما دَنا
وَصَدَّand turned away وَقَدand already وَلَّىhad fled الظَلامُthe darkness وَماyet not صَدّاdid it turn away
وَصَدَّ وَقَد وَلَّى الظَلامُ وَما صَدّا
It drew near from the heights of al-Raqmatayn, yet did not draw near,
and turned away as darkness fled, yet did not turn away.
وَمِنand among عَجَبٍwonders رَيّيmy being quenched وَماyet not نَقَعَdid it quench الصَدىthirst
وَمِن عَجَبٍ رَيّي وَما نَقَعَ الصَدى
وَعَدّيand my counting مَنّاًa favor عَلَيَّto me وَماyet not اِعتَدّاdid it claim credit
وَعَدّي مَنّاً عَلَيَّ وَما اِعتَدّا
How strange that I was quenched, though it did not slake my thirst,
and that I counted it a favor to me, though it claimed no credit.
أَساءَit wronged لَياليduring the nights of القُربِnearness نَأياًthrough distance وَهِجرَةًand desertion
أَساءَ لَيالي القُربِ نَأياً وَهِجرَةً
وَأَسدىand bestowed عَلىat بُعدٍa distance مِنَfrom الدارِhome ماwhat أَسدىit bestowed
وَأَسدى عَلى بُعدٍ مِنَ الدارِ ما أَسدى
In nights of nearness it wronged me with distance and desertion,
yet, far from home, bestowed what it bestowed.
أَفيis there in كُلِّevery يَومٍday لِلمَطامِعِtoward ambitions جاذِبٌa lure
أَفي كُلِّ يَومٍ لِلمَطامِعِ جاذِبٌ
يُجَشِّمُنيthat burdens me with ماwhat يُعجِزُdefeats الأَسَدَthe lion الوَرداtawny
يُجَشِّمُني ما يُعجِزُ الأَسَدَ الوَردا
Must there be each day some lure of ambition,
forcing me to bear what defeats a tawny lion?
كَأَنّيas though I إِذاwhen جادَلتُcontend دونَin defense of مَطالِبيmy aims
كَأَنّي إِذا جادَلتُ دونَ مَطالِبي
أُجادِلُcontend with لِأَيّامِbelonging to Time أَلسِنَةًtongues لُدّاfiercely disputatious
أُجادِلُ لِأَيّامِ أَلسِنَةً لُدّا
As though, when I contend in defense of my aims,
I were disputing with Time's stubborn tongues.
أَحُلُّI loosen عُقودَthe knots of النائِباتِcalamities وَأَنثَنيand turn away
أَحُلُّ عُقودَ النائِباتِ وَأَنثَني
وَخَلفيand behind me يَدٌa hand لِلدَهرِof Time تُحكِمُهاtightens them عَقداin knots
وَخَلفي يَدٌ لِلدَهرِ تُحكِمُها عَقدا
I loosen the knots of calamities and turn away,
while behind me Time's hand binds them tightly anew.
إِذاwhen ماever نَفَذَتِpass through السَدَّthe barrier مِنof كُلِّevery حادِثٍmisfortune
إِذا ما نَفَذَتِ السَدَّ مِن كُلِّ حادِثٍ
رَأَيتُI see أَماميbefore me ماwhat أَبتَغيI seek سَدّاa barrier
رَأَيتُ أَمامي ما أَبتَغي سَدّا
Whenever I pass through the barrier of a misfortune,
I find what I seek standing before me as another barrier.
أَأَترُكُshall I abandon أَملاكاًkings رِزاناًgrave حُلومُهُمtheir judgments
أَأَترُكُ أَملاكاً رِزاناً حُلومُهُم
حُلولاًdwelling عَلىin الزَوراءِal-Zawra أَيمانُهُمtheir right hands تَندىare moist with bounty
حُلولاً عَلى الزَوراءِ أَيمانُهُم تَندى
Should I abandon kings whose judgment is grave and steady,
settled in al-Zawra, their right hands moist with bounty?
كَأَنَّكَas though you تَلقىmeet مِنهُمُamong them أَجَمِيَّةًthicket lions
كَأَنَّكَ تَلقى مِنهُمُ أَجَمِيَّةً
مُؤَلَّلَةَsharpened الأَنيابِin fangs أَوor قُلَلاًpeaks صَلداof solid rock
مُؤَلَّلَةَ الأَنيابِ أَو قُلَلاً صَلدا
It is as though among them you meet thicket lions,
with sharpened fangs, or peaks of solid rock.
وَلاand not يَأنَفُdisdains الجَبّارُthe mighty ruler أَنto يَعتَفيهِمُseek their bounty
وَلا يَأنَفُ الجَبّارُ أَن يَعتَفيهِمُ
وَلاnor الحُرُّthe free man يَأبىrefuses أَنto يَكونَbe لَهُمto them عَبداa slave
وَلا الحُرُّ يَأبى أَن يَكونَ لَهُم عَبدا
No mighty ruler scorns to seek their bounty,
nor does a free man refuse to be their slave.
إِذاwhen ماever عَدِمناwe lack الجودَgenerosity مِنهُمfrom them لِعِلَّةٍfor some reason
إِذا ما عَدِمنا الجودَ مِنهُم لِعِلَّةٍ
فَلَنthen never نَعدَمَshall we lack العَلياءَloftiness مِنهُمfrom them وَلاnor المَجداglory
فَلَن نَعدَمَ العَلياءَ مِنهُم وَلا المَجدا
If for some cause we find no generosity from them,
we shall never lack their loftiness or their glory.
وَإِنَّand indeed كَريمَthe noble one of القَومِthe people مَنwhoever خَدَمَserves العُلىhigh honor
وَإِنَّ كَريمَ القَومِ مَن خَدَمَ العُلى
وَإِنَّand indeed لَئيمَthe base one of القَومِthe people مَنwhoever خَدَمَserves الرِفداlargesse
وَإِنَّ لَئيمَ القَومِ مَن خَدَمَ الرِفدا
For the noble man among a people is he who serves high honor,
while the base man is he who serves for gifts.
إِذاwhen ماever طَرَقتَyou visit by night المَرءَthe man مِنهُمamong them وَجَدتَهُyou find him
إِذا ما طَرَقتَ المَرءَ مِنهُم وَجَدتَهُ
عَلىbeside النارِthe fire لاnot كابيfailing الزِنادِin firesteel وَلاnor وَغداa churl
عَلى النارِ لا كابي الزِنادِ وَلا وَغدا
When you call by night on any man among them, you find him
beside the fire, his firesteel never failing, no churl.
لَهُمtheirs is كُلُّevery man مَوقوذٍbruised مِنَby التاجِthe crown رَأسُهُhis head
لَهُم كُلُّ مَوقوذٍ مِنَ التاجِ رَأسُهُ
غَنيfree of need بِالعُلىthrough glory أَنto يَنسُبَcite the lineage of الأَبَthe father وَالجَدّاand grandfather
غَني بِالعُلى أَن يَنسُبَ الأَبَ وَالجَدّا
Each man among them, his head bruised by his crown,
is rich enough in glory to need no father's or grandfather's name.
نُحاسِنُwe rival in beauty أَقمارَthe moons of الدُجىdarkness بِوُجوهِهِمwith their faces
نُحاسِنُ أَقمارَ الدُجى بِوُجوهِهِم
فَنَبهَرُهاso we outshine them نوراًin radiance وَنَغلِبُهاand surpass them سَعداin good fortune
فَنَبهَرُها نوراً وَنَغلِبُها سَعدا
With their faces we rival the moons of darkness,
outshining them in radiance and surpassing them in good fortune.
تَخالُهُمُyou think them غيداًgraceful beauties إِذاwhen بَذَلواthey bestow النَدىbounty
تَخالُهُمُ غيداً إِذا بَذَلوا النَدى
وَتَحسَبُهُمand reckon them جِنّاًjinn إِذاwhen رَكِبواthey mount الجُرداsleek steeds
وَتَحسَبُهُم جِنّاً إِذا رَكِبوا الجُردا
You would think them graceful beauties when they bestow bounty,
and reckon them jinn when they mount sleek steeds.
إِذاwhen طَرِبواthey delight لِلجودِin generosity أَمطَرنَهُمyou draw rain from them حَياًlife-giving rain
إِذا طَرِبوا لِلجودِ أَمطَرنَهُم حَياً
وَإِنand if غَضِبواthey grow angry لِلمَجدِfor glory هَيَّجتَهُمyou rouse them أُسداas lions
وَإِن غَضِبوا لِلمَجدِ هَيَّجتَهُم أُسدا
When they thrill to generosity, you draw life-giving rain from them;
and if they rage for glory, you rouse them as lions.
وَأَنقُلُand I move بَيتيmy home فيthrough البِلادِthe lands مُجاوِراًdwelling beside
وَأَنقُلُ بَيتي في البِلادِ مُجاوِراً
بُيوتَhouses of المَخازيdisgrace قَدindeed ضَلَلتُI have strayed إِذاthen جَدّاtruly
بُيوتَ المَخازي قَد ضَلَلتُ إِذا جَدّا
Shall I move my home through the lands to dwell beside
houses of disgrace? Then I would truly have gone astray.
خِياماًtents قَصيراتِshort العِمادِin tent-poles تَخالُهاyou would think them
خِياماً قَصيراتِ العِمادِ تَخالُها
كِلاباًdogs عَلىon الأَذنابِtheir tails مُقعِيَةًsquatting رُبداdust-gray
كِلاباً عَلى الأَذنابِ مُقعِيَةً رُبدا
Tents with short poles, which you would mistake for
dust-gray dogs squatting on their tails.
إِذاif عَزَّis scarce ماءٌwater بَينَهُمamong them وَرَدواthey go to drink القَذىdirty water
إِذا عَزَّ ماءٌ بَينَهُم وَرَدوا القَذى
وَإِنand if قَلَّruns short زادٌprovision عِندَهُمamong them مَضَغواthey chew القِدّاhide strips
وَإِن قَلَّ زادٌ عِندَهُم مَضَغوا القِدّا
If water grows scarce among them, they drink foul water;
and if provisions run short, they chew strips of hide.
تَرىyou see الوَفدَthe delegations عَنaway from أَعطانِهِمtheir watering grounds وَقِبابِهِمand their pavilions
تَرى الوَفدَ عَن أَعطانِهِم وَقِبابِهِم
مِنَbecause of اللُؤمِmeanness أَنأىfarther away مِنthan نَعامِهِمُtheir ostriches طَرداin being driven off
مِنَ اللُؤمِ أَنأى مِن نَعامِهِمُ طَردا
You see delegations far from their watering grounds and pavilions,
their meanness driving them farther off than their ostriches.
أَأَترُكُshall I abandon أَمطاءَthe backs of السَوابِقِracing steeds ضِلَّةًin folly
أَأَترُكُ أَمطاءَ السَوابِقِ ضِلَّةً
وَأَستَحمِلُand make carry الحاجاتِneeds أَحمِرَةًdonkeys قُفداcrook-legged
وَأَستَحمِلُ الحاجاتِ أَحمِرَةً قُفدا
Should I foolishly forsake the backs of racing steeds
and make crook-legged donkeys carry my needs?
لِرَأيٍa judgment indeed لَعَمريby my life غَيرِnot دانٍnear مِنَto النُهىwisdom
لِرَأيٍ لَعَمري غَيرِ دانٍ مِنَ النُهى
وَلاnor واسِطٍmiddling فيin الحَزمِprudence قَبلاbefore وَلاnor بَعداafter
وَلا واسِطٍ في الحَزمِ قَبلا وَلا بَعدا
Such a judgment, by my life, is nowhere near wisdom,
nor even middling in prudence, before or afterward.
فَلاso no طَرَبٌjoy إِنif زِدتُI grow قُرباًnearer إِلَيهِمُto them
فَلا طَرَبٌ إِن زِدتُ قُرباً إِلَيهِمُ
وَلاand no أَسَفٌregret إِنif زادَincreases ماwhat بَينَناlies between us بُعداin distance
وَلا أَسَفٌ إِن زادَ ما بَينَنا بُعدا
There is no joy if I draw nearer to them,
and no regret if the distance between us grows.
كَعَمتُI muzzled لِسانيmy tongue أَنfrom يَقولَspeaking وَإِنand if يَقُلit speaks
كَعَمتُ لِساني أَن يَقولَ وَإِن يَقُل
فَقُلthen speak فيof الجِرازِthe cleaving sword العَضبِkeen-edged إِنwhen فارَقَit leaves الغِمداthe sheath
فَقُل في الجِرازِ العَضبِ إِن فارَقَ الغِمدا
I have muzzled my tongue against speech; but if it speaks,
then say what you will of a keen, cleaving sword unsheathed.
وَإِنَّand indeed بُروداًstriped mantles لِلمَخازيfor disgraces مُعَدَّةٌare prepared
وَإِنَّ بُروداً لِلمَخازي مُعَدَّةٌ
فَمَنso whoever شاءَwishes فيin ذاthis الحَيِّclan أَسحَبتُهُI make him trail بُرداa mantle
فَمَن شاءَ في ذا الحَيِّ أَسحَبتُهُ بُردا
Striped mantles stand ready for disgrace;
whoever in this clan wishes, I shall make him trail a mantle.
قَلائِدُnecklaces فيupon الأَعناقِthe necks بِالعارِof shame لاnot تَهيgrowing weak
قَلائِدُ في الأَعناقِ بِالعارِ لا تَهي
عَلىthrough مَرِّthe passing of أَيّامِthe days of الزَمانَtime وَلاnor تَصداrusting
عَلى مَرِّ أَيّامِ الزَمانَ وَلا تَصدا
Necklaces of shame upon their necks that never weaken
as the days of time pass, nor ever rust.
إِذاwhen صَلصَلَتthey clang بَينَamid القَناthe lances قَضَتِthey destroy القَناthe lances
إِذا صَلصَلَت بَينَ القَنا قَضَتِ القَنا
وَإِنand if زَفَرَتthey snort بِالسَردِagainst chain mail قَطَّعَتِthey cut apart السَرداthe chain mail
وَإِن زَفَرَت بِالسَردِ قَطَّعَتِ السَردا
When they clang amid the lances, they break the lances;
and when they snort against chain mail, they tear the mail apart.
لَهاthey have بَينَamid أَعراضِthe honor of الرِجالِmen قَعاقِعٌclatterings
لَها بَينَ أَعراضِ الرِجالِ قَعاقِعٌ
مَدارِجُهاtheir courses أَسعىswifter مِنَthan الغُرِّwhite-blazed steeds أَوor أَعدىfleeter
مَدارِجُها أَسعى مِنَ الغُرِّ أَو أَعدى
Their clatter rings amid the honor of men,
their courses swifter than white-blazed steeds, or fleeter yet.
أآلَO house of بُوَيهٍBuwayh ماnot نَرىdo we see الناسَmankind غَيرَكُمother than you
أآلَ بُوَيهٍ ما نَرى الناسَ غَيرَكُم
وَلاnor نَشتَكيdo we lament لِلخَلقِto mankind أَولاكُمُyour foremost فَقداloss
وَلا نَشتَكي لِلخَلقِ أَولاكُمُ فَقدا
O house of Buwayh, we see no people but you,
nor lament to mankind the loss of your foremost.
نَرىwe deem مَنعَكُمyour withholding جُوداًgenerosity وَمَطلَكُمُand your delaying جَداًbounty
نَرى مَنعَكُم جُوداً وَمَطلَكُمُ جَداً
وَإِذلالُكُمand your humiliating عِزّاًhonor وَإِمرارَكُمand your embittering شَهداhoney
وَإِذلالُكُم عِزّاً وَإِمرارَكُم شَهدا
We deem your withholding generosity, your delay bounty,
your humiliation of us honor, and your bitterness honey.
وَعَيشُand the living of اللَياليthe nights عِندَwith غَيرِكُمُothers than you رَدىًdeath
وَعَيشُ اللَيالي عِندَ غَيرِكُمُ رَدىً
وَبَردُand the coolness of الأَمانيhopes عِندَwith غَيرِكُمothers than you وَقداburning heat
وَبَردُ الأَماني عِندَ غَيرِكُم وَقدا
Life through the nights with anyone but you is death,
and the coolness of hope with others is burning heat.
إِذاif لَمnot تَكونواyou are نازِليinhabitants of الأَرضِthe land لَمnot نَجِدwill we find
إِذا لَم تَكونوا نازِلي الأَرضِ لَم نَجِد
بِهاin it الوادِيَthe valley المَمطورَrain-watered وَالكَلَأَand herbage الجَعداthick-tufted
بِها الوادِيَ المَمطورَ وَالكَلَأَ الجَعدا
If you did not dwell in the land, we would not find
within it a rain-watered valley or thick-tufted pasture.
وَيُنبِطُand draws forth مِحفاريmy spade بِأَرضِكُمُin your land الغِنىwealth
وَيُنبِطُ مِحفاري بِأَرضِكُمُ الغِنى
إِذاwhen ماever نَباit rebounds عَنfrom جانِبِthe ground of اللُؤمِmeanness أَوor أَكدىstrikes barren rock
إِذا ما نَبا عَن جانِبِ اللُؤمِ أَو أَكدى
And my spade taps wealth in your land,
whenever it rebounds from meanness's ground or strikes barren rock.
وَكُنتُand I used to أَرىthink أَنّيthat I مَتىwhenever شِئتُwished دونَكُمapart from you
وَكُنتُ أَرى أَنّي مَتى شِئتُ دونَكُم
وَجَدتُwould find مَجازاًa passage لِلمَطالِبِto my aims أَوor مَعدىa crossing
وَجَدتُ مَجازاً لِلمَطالِبِ أَو مَعدى
I used to think that, whenever I wished, apart from you
I could find a passage to my aims, or a crossing;
فَلَمbut not أَرَdid I find ليfor myself مِنany مَطلَعٍway of ascent عَنaway from بِلادِكُمyour lands
فَلَم أَرَ لي مِن مَطلَعٍ عَن بِلادِكُم
وَلاnor مِنany مَراحٍevening destination لِلأَمانيfor hopes وَلاnor مَغدىmorning destination
وَلا مِن مَراحٍ لِلأَماني وَلا مَغدى
but I found no way to rise beyond your lands,
no evening destination for my hopes, nor a morning one.
خُذواtake hold بِزِماميof my reins قَدindeed رَجَعتُI have returned إِلَيكُمto you
خُذوا بِزِمامي قَد رَجَعتُ إِلَيكُم
رُجوعَthe return of نَزيلٍa guest لاnot يَرىhe sees مِنكُمُwithout you بُدّاa way
رُجوعَ نَزيلٍ لا يَرى مِنكُمُ بُدّا
Take hold of my reins; I have returned to you
as a guest returns who finds no way to do without you.
أُريدُI want ذَهاباًdeparture عَنكُمُfrom you فَيَرُدُّنيbut bring me back
أُريدُ ذَهاباً عَنكُمُ فَيَرُدُّني
إِلَيكُمto you تَجاريبُexperiences of الرِجالِmen وَلاand not حَمداgratitude
إِلَيكُم تَجاريبُ الرِجالِ وَلا حَمدا
I wish to leave you, but I am brought back
to you by experience of men, not gratitude.
Sol 6.1