تَناسَيتُI tried to forget إِلّاexcept باقِياتٍlingering remnants مِنَof الذِكرِremembrance
تَناسَيتُ إِلّا باقِياتٍ مِنَ الذِكرِ
لَيالِيَناour nights بَينَbetween القَرينَةِal-Qarinah وَالغَمرِand al-Ghamr
لَيالِيَنا بَينَ القَرينَةِ وَالغَمرِ
I have sought to forget, save for lingering memories
of our nights between al-Qarinah and al-Ghamr.
وَكَمand how often زادَنيincreased me فيهاin them الهَوىpassion عَنbeyond جِمامِهِits fullness
وَكَم زادَني فيها الهَوى عَن جِمامِهِ
وَقارَعَنيand contended with me الغَيرانُthe jealous one عَنover بَيضَةِthe sheltered beauty of الخِدرِthe secluded chamber
وَقارَعَني الغَيرانُ عَن بَيضَةِ الخِدرِ
How often passion there carried me beyond its fullest measure,
and the jealous rival contended with me for the chamber's sheltered beauty.
وَذيand many a possessor of دَعَجٍdeep eye-blackness لاnot نابِلُthe arrow-maker of الحَيِّthe clan رايِشاًfeathering shafts
وَذي دَعَجٍ لا نابِلُ الحَيِّ رايِشاً
وَلاnor بارِياًtrimming shafts يَبريfashions مِنَof الشَرِّharm ماwhat يَبريhe fashions
وَلا بارِياً يَبري مِنَ الشَرِّ ما يَبري
And many a dark gaze—no arrow-maker of the tribe, feathering shafts,
or trimming them, fashions the harm it fashions—
يُقَلَّبُis turned ليtoward me فيin مِحجَرَيthe two eye-sockets of أُمَّthe mother of شادِنٍa fawn
يُقَلَّبُ لي في مِحجَرَي أُمَّ شادِنٍ
تَجَفَّلُshe shies away أَوor يَدنوhe draws near دُنوّاًan approach عَلىin ذُعرِfear
تَجَفَّلُ أَو يَدنو دُنوّاً عَلى ذُعرِ
turns toward me within the eye-sockets of a fawn's mother,
shying away, or drawing near with frightened steps.
تَلَقَّيتُI received مِنfrom طَرفَيهِhis two eyes سَهماًan arrow وَجَدتُهI found it
تَلَقَّيتُ مِن طَرفَيهِ سَهماً وَجَدتُه
يَلَذُّit delights عَلىupon عَينيmy eye وَيُؤلِمُand causes pain فيin صَدريmy breast
يَلَذُّ عَلى عَيني وَيُؤلِمُ في صَدري
From his two eyes I received an arrow that I found
sweet to my eye, but painful within my breast.
فَياso, oh لَكَfor you مِنof رامٍan archer أَضَمَّI clasp سِهامَهُhis arrows
فَيا لَكَ مِن رامٍ أَضَمَّ سِهامَهُ
وَإِنand though نِلنَthey wound مِنّيme بِاليَدَينِwith both hands إِلىto النَحرِthe upper breast
وَإِن نِلنَ مِنّي بِاليَدَينِ إِلى النَحرِ
What an archer! I clasp his arrows,
though they wound me, with both hands against my breast.
أَقولُI say لِغَيداقٍto Ghaydaq وَأَذكَرَنيand reminded me الهَوىpassion
أَقولُ لِغَيداقٍ وَأَذكَرَني الهَوى
عَلىdespite النَأيِdistance ماwhat لِلقَلبِfor the heart وَيبَكَalas for you وَالذِكرِand remembrance
عَلى النَأيِ ما لِلقَلبِ وَيبَكَ وَالذِكرِ
I say to Ghaydaq, as passion recalls the past,
despite the distance: what has the heart—alas for you—to do with remembrance?
تُذَكِّرُنيyou remind me of ماwhat حالَتِhas intervened الأَرضُthe earth دونَهُbetween me and it
تُذَكِّرُني ما حالَتِ الأَرضُ دونَهُ
أَلاindeed إِنَّماonly سَوَّلتَyou enticed لِلدَمعِfor tears أَنto يَجريflow
أَلا إِنَّما سَوَّلتَ لِلدَمعِ أَن يَجري
You remind me of what the earth has barred from me;
why, you have only tempted tears to flow.
وَطَيُّand the folding away of اللَياليthe nights وَالجَديدُand the new إِلىtoward بِلىًdecay
وَطَيُّ اللَيالي وَالجَديدُ إِلى بِلىً
وَلَيسَand there is no لِماfor what يَطويfold away الجَديدانِday and night مِنany نَثرِunfolding
وَلَيسَ لِما يَطوي الجَديدانِ مِن نَثرِ
The nights fold away, and the new passes into decay;
what day and night fold away cannot be unfolded.
وَشَرُّand the worse of الرَفيقَينِthe two companions الَّذيthe one who إِنif أَمَرتَهُyou command him
وَشَرُّ الرَفيقَينِ الَّذي إِن أَمَرتَهُ
عَصاكَhe disobeys you وَإِنand if ماever حُطتَهُyou guarded him الدَهرَall your life لَمnot يَدرِhe knows
عَصاكَ وَإِن ما حُطتَهُ الدَهرَ لَم يَدرِ
The worse of two companions is the one who, when you command him,
disobeys you, and if you guard him all your life, never knows it.
يُقارِعُنيhe contends with me حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen كَلَّhas dulled غَربُهُhis edge
يُقارِعُني حَتّى إِذا كَلَّ غَربُهُ
نَسيناwe forgot التَصافيmutual affection وَاِندَمَلناand healed over عَلىover غَمرِresentment
نَسينا التَصافي وَاِندَمَلنا عَلى غَمرِ
He contends with me until his edge grows dull;
we forget affection, and our wounds close over rancor.
أَفيis it on كُلِّevery يَومٍday أَنتَyou ماتِحُdrawing up عَبرَةٍa tear
أَفي كُلِّ يَومٍ أَنتَ ماتِحُ عَبرَةٍ
عَلىover طَلَلٍa ruin بِالوِدِّof affection أَوor مَنزِلٍa dwelling قَفرِdeserted
عَلى طَلَلٍ بِالوِدِّ أَو مَنزِلٍ قَفرِ
Must you every day draw up a tear
over some ruin of affection or some deserted dwelling,
وَمُنتَزِحٍand draining جَمّاتِthe pools of عَينَيكَyour two eyes راجِعاًreturning
وَمُنتَزِحٍ جَمّاتِ عَينَيكَ راجِعاً
إِلىto غَزرِan abundance of ماءٍwater لاnot بَكِيءٍslow-yielding وَلاnor نَزرِscant
إِلى غَزرِ ماءٍ لا بَكِيءٍ وَلا نَزرِ
and drain the reservoirs of your eyes, only to return
to copious water, neither failing nor scant?
أَقولُI say عَزاءًtake comfort وَالجَوىwhile anguish يَستَفِزُّهُagitates him
أَقولُ عَزاءً وَالجَوى يَستَفِزُّهُ
وأَعياand baffled الأَواسيthe healers عَيَّlike the failing of عَظمٍa bone عَلىunder وَقرِa burden
وأَعيا الأَواسي عَيَّ عَظمٍ عَلى وَقرِ
I urge him to take comfort, while anguish agitates him,
and he baffles his healers as a bone fails beneath a burden.
فَلَمّاso when أَبىhe refused إِلّاanything but البُكاءَweeping رَفَدتُهُI aided him
فَلَمّا أَبى إِلّا البُكاءَ رَفَدتُهُ
بِعَينَينِwith two eyes كاناboth were لِلدَموعِfor tears عَلىin قَدرِdue measure
بِعَينَينِ كانا لِلدَموعِ عَلى قَدرِ
When he insisted on nothing but weeping, I aided him
with two eyes equal to the measure of tears.
وَقُلتُand I said لَهُto him رُدَّclose الجُفونَthe eyelids عَلىover القَذىthe grit
وَقُلتُ لَهُ رُدَّ الجُفونَ عَلى القَذى
وَخَلِّand let الجَوىanguish يَمريmilk forth مِنَfrom الدَمعِtears ماwhat يَمريit milks forth
وَخَلِّ الجَوى يَمري مِنَ الدَمعِ ما يَمري
I told him: close your eyelids over the grit,
and let anguish milk whatever tears it will.
قَسَمتُI divided زَفيرَthe sighing of الوَجدِlonging بَينيbetween myself وَبَينَهُand him
قَسَمتُ زَفيرَ الوَجدِ بَيني وَبَينَهُ
دَواليكَin turns with you أَقريهِI serve him اللَواعِجَburning griefs أَوor يَقريhe serves me
دَواليكَ أَقريهِ اللَواعِجَ أَو يَقري
I shared the sighs of longing between myself and him,
taking turns: I served him burning griefs, or he served me.
عَشِيَّةَthe evening when تَغشانيenvelops me مِنَof الدَمعِtears كَنَّةٌa canopy
عَشِيَّةَ تَغشاني مِنَ الدَمعِ كَنَّةٌ
كَأَنِّيَas though I were مَرهومُrained upon الإِزارَينِin both garments بِالقَطرِwith raindrops
كَأَنِّيَ مَرهومُ الإِزارَينِ بِالقَطرِ
That evening a canopy of tears enveloped me,
as though both my garments were soaked in gentle rain.
فَزِعتُI resorted إِلىto فَضلِthe loose end of الرِداءِthe cloak مُبادِراًhastening
فَزِعتُ إِلى فَضلِ الرِداءِ مُبادِراً
تَلَقِّيَto catch دَمعيmy tears أَنlest يَنُمَّthey tell tales عَلىof سِرّيmy secret
تَلَقِّيَ دَمعي أَن يَنُمَّ عَلى سِرّي
I hastened to the loose end of my cloak,
to catch my tears before they betrayed my secret.
كَأَنّيas though I وَغَيداقاًand Ghaydaq طَريداwere two fugitives of مَخافَةٍfear
كَأَنّي وَغَيداقاً طَريدا مَخافَةٍ
أَصاباthey both incurred دَماًblood-guilt فيamong مالِكٍMalik وَبَنيand the sons of النَضرِal-Nadr
أَصابا دَماً في مالِكٍ وَبَني النَضرِ
As though Ghaydaq and I were two fear-driven fugitives,
who had incurred blood-guilt among Malik and Banu al-Nadr.
نُحَلَّأُwe are driven away عَنfrom ماءِthe water of الحُلولِthe settled camps وَنَنثَنيand turn back
نُحَلَّأُ عَن ماءِ الحُلولِ وَنَنثَني
عَلىupon رَصفِthe hot stones of أَكبادٍlivers أَحَرِّhotter مِنَthan الجَمرِembers
عَلى رَصفِ أَكبادٍ أَحَرِّ مِنَ الجَمرِ
We are driven from the waters of settled camps, and turn back
to our livers' hot stones, fiercer than embers.
فَأَينَso where are بَنوthe sons of أُمَّthe mother of المَكارِمِnoble deeds وَالنَدىand bounty
فَأَينَ بَنو أُمَّ المَكارِمِ وَالنَدى
وَآلُand the people of الجِيادِthe steeds الغُرِّwhite-blazed وَالجامِلِand camel herds الدَثرِabundant
وَآلُ الجِيادِ الغُرِّ وَالجامِلِ الدَثرِ
Where are the sons of the mother of noble deeds and bounty,
the people of white-blazed steeds and abundant camel herds?
وَأَينَand where are الطَوالُthe tall men الغُلبُthe mighty كانَتwere سُيوفُهُمtheir swords
وَأَينَ الطَوالُ الغُلبُ كانَت سُيوفُهُم
فُرادىapart عَنِfrom الأَجفانِthe scabbards لِلضَربِfor striking وَالعَقرِand hamstringing
فُرادى عَنِ الأَجفانِ لِلضَربِ وَالعَقرِ
Where are the tall, mighty men whose swords were
bare of their scabbards, for striking and hamstringing?
كَأَنَّكَas though you تَلقىmeet هَجمَةَthe assault of الخَطبِcalamity مِنهُمُthrough them
كَأَنَّكَ تَلقى هَجمَةَ الخَطبِ مِنهُمُ
بِزَيدِwith Zayd of القَناthe lances أَوor بِالقَلَمَّسِwith al-Qalammas أَوor عُمروAmr
بِزَيدِ القَنا أَو بِالقَلَمَّسِ أَو عُمرو
Through them, you seemed to face calamity's assault
with Zayd of the Lances, or al-Qalammas, or Amr.
إِذاwhen عَدِمواthey lack wealth أَثرواthey grow rich طِعاناًin spear-thrusts وَغَيرُهُمwhile others
إِذا عَدِموا أَثروا طِعاناً وَغَيرُهُم
لَئيمُbase in الغِنىwealth يَومَon the day of الغِنىwealth عاجِزُhelpless in الفَقرِpoverty
لَئيمُ الغِنى يَومَ الغِنى عاجِزُ الفَقرِ
When destitute, they grew rich in spear-thrusts; others
are base when wealthy, helpless when poor.
لَهُمtheirs is كُلُّevery شَهقىgaping wound بِالنَجيعِwith blood كَماas رَغاbellowed
لَهُم كُلُّ شَهقى بِالنَجيعِ كَما رَغا
قَراسِيَةٌa mighty camel رَدَّrepeated العَجيجَthe loud cry عَلىover الهَدرِthe rumbling bellow
قَراسِيَةٌ رَدَّ العَجيجَ عَلى الهَدرِ
Theirs is every gaping wound that gasps with blood, as bellows
a mighty camel, adding loud cries to its rumbling.
لَهاit has رَقَصاتٌdancing spurts بِالدِماءِof blood كَأَنَّماas though
لَها رَقَصاتٌ بِالدِماءِ كَأَنَّما
تَشَقَّقُit splits open عَنto reveal أَعرافِthe manes of أَحصِنَةٍstallions شُقرِchestnut
تَشَقَّقُ عَن أَعرافِ أَحصِنَةٍ شُقرِ
It dances with blood, as though
splitting open to reveal the manes of chestnut stallions.
تَلَمَّظُit laps its lips تَلماظَwith the lip-licking of المَروعِa frightened creature وَتَنكَفيand tip over
تَلَمَّظُ تَلماظَ المَروعِ وَتَنكَفي
جَواشِنُهاits breastplates مِنfrom مُظلِمِdark الجالِof side ذيwith قَعرِa deep bottom
جَواشِنُها مِن مُظلِمِ الجالِ ذي قَعرِ
It laps like a frightened beast, and its breastplates
tip and spill from a dark-sided, deep-bottomed hollow.
رَمواthey hurled بِجِباهِwith the foreheads of الخَيلِthe horses مَأسَدَةَthe lion-haunt of الرَدىdeath
رَموا بِجِباهِ الخَيلِ مَأسَدَةَ الرَدى
وَسَدّواand blocked بِمَربوعِwith well-proportioned القَناlances طِلَعَthe openings of الثَغرِthe frontier
وَسَدّوا بِمَربوعِ القَنا طِلَعَ الثَغرِ
They hurled the horses' foreheads into death's lion-haunt,
and blocked the frontier's gaps with well-proportioned lances.
وَلَمand did not تَدرِknow أَيمانُthe right hands of القَوابِلِthe midwives مِنهُمُof them
وَلَم تَدرِ أَيمانُ القَوابِلِ مِنهُمُ
أَسَلَّتhad they drawn forth رِجالاًmen أَمor ظُبىthe edges of قُضُبٍswords بُترِcleaving
أَسَلَّت رِجالاً أَم ظُبى قُضُبٍ بُترِ
The midwives' right hands could not tell, among them,
whether they drew forth men or the edges of keen, cleaving swords.
هُمُthey اِستَفرَغواexhausted ماwhat كانَwas فيin البيضِthe bright swords وَالقَناand lances
هُمُ اِستَفرَغوا ما كانَ في البيضِ وَالقَنا
فَلَمso none يَبقَremained إِلّاexcept ذوone with اِعوِجاجٍa bend وَذوand one with كَسرِa break
فَلَم يَبقَ إِلّا ذو اِعوِجاجٍ وَذو كَسرِ
They spent all that was in swords and lances,
leaving none but bent or broken ones.
قِبابٌdomes مِنَof العَلياءِglory أَعلىraised high عِمادَهاtheir pillars
قِبابٌ مِنَ العَلياءِ أَعلى عِمادَها
فُحولُthe stallions of الوَغىbattle بَينَamid الزَماجِرِroars وَالخَطرِand peril
فُحولُ الوَغى بَينَ الزَماجِرِ وَالخَطرِ
Domes of glory, whose pillars were raised high
by the stallions of battle amid roars and peril.
بَنوهاthey built them بِأَيّامِthrough days of الطِعانِspear-fighting وَماand not بَنَتbuilt
بَنوها بِأَيّامِ الطِعانِ وَما بَنَت
لِتَغلِبَfor Taghlib أَيّامُthe days of الطِعانِspear-fighting عَلىagainst بَكرِBakr
لِتَغلِبَ أَيّامُ الطِعانِ عَلى بَكرِ
They built them through days of spear-fighting; nothing like them was built
for Taghlib by days of spear-fighting against Bakr.
يَعودونَthey return قَدalready رَدّواhaving repelled العَظيمَةَgreat calamity عَنwith يَدٍpower
يَعودونَ قَد رَدّوا العَظيمَةَ عَن يَدٍ
وَقَدand already أَغلَقواthey have closed بابَthe gate of الطُلاطِلَةِthe calamity البِكرِunprecedented
وَقَد أَغلَقوا بابَ الطُلاطِلَةِ البِكرِ
They return having beaten back great calamity by force,
and shut the gate on a calamity never known before.
وَغَيَّرَand changed أَلوانَthe colors of القَناthe lances طولُthe length of طَعنِهِمtheir thrusting
وَغَيَّرَ أَلوانَ القَنا طولُ طَعنِهِم
فَبِالحُمرِso as red تُدعىthey are called اليَومَtoday لاnot بِالقَناas lances السُمرِdusky-brown
فَبِالحُمرِ تُدعى اليَومَ لا بِالقَنا السُمرِ
Their long thrusting changed the colors of their spears,
so today they are called red, not dusky-brown lances.
غَدَواthey went out at dawn سَهَكىrank-smelling الأَيمانِin their right hands مِنfrom صَدَءِthe rust of الظُبىthe blades
غَدَوا سَهَكى الأَيمانِ مِن صَدَءِ الظُبى
وَراحواand returned at evening كِراماًnoble طَيِّبيpure in عُقَدِthe knots of الأُزرِtheir waistcloths
وَراحوا كِراماً طَيِّبي عُقَدِ الأُزرِ
They went out at dawn, right hands reeking of the blades' rust,
and returned at evening noble, their waistcloth knots pure.
هُمُthey are الحاجِبونَthose who screen العِرضَhonor عَنfrom كُلِّevery سُبَّةٍdisgrace
هُمُ الحاجِبونَ العِرضَ عَن كُلِّ سُبَّةٍ
إِذاwhen طَرَقواthey come by night وَالآذِنونَand those granting access عَلىto القَدرِthe cooking pot
إِذا طَرَقوا وَالآذِنونَ عَلى القَدرِ
They screen their honor from every shame
when they come by night, yet admit others to their cooking pot.
وَهُمand they يُنفِدونَspend away المالَwealth فيat أَوَّلِthe beginning of الغِنىprosperity
وَهُم يُنفِدونَ المالَ في أَوَّلِ الغِنى
وَيَستَأنِفونَand begin anew الصَبرَpatience فيat أَوَّلِthe beginning of الصَبرِpatience
وَيَستَأنِفونَ الصَبرَ في أَوَّلِ الصَبرِ
They spend their wealth away at the first onset of riches,
and renew their patience at its first trial.
مَليئونَwell able أَنto يُبدواshow بِذيin the wearer of التاجِthe crown ذِلَّةًhumiliation
مَليئونَ أَن يُبدوا بِذي التاجِ ذِلَّةً
إِذاwhen كَرُمواthey act nobly فيin طاعَةِobedience to الجودِgenerosity ذيclad in الطِمرِa tattered garment
إِذا كَرُموا في طاعَةِ الجودِ ذي الطِمرِ
Well able to bring humiliation upon a crowned man,
when they act nobly in obedience to rag-clad Generosity.
إِذاwhen سُؤِلواthey are asked لَمnot يُتبَعواthey follow المالَtheir gifts وَجمَةًwith a scowl
إِذا سُؤِلوا لَم يُتبَعوا المالَ وَجمَةً
وَلَمand not يَدفَعواthey thrust فيinto صَفحَةِthe face of الحَقِّrightful claims بِالعُذرِwith excuses
وَلَم يَدفَعوا في صَفحَةِ الحَقِّ بِالعُذرِ
When asked, they do not follow their gifts with a scowl,
nor thrust excuses into the face of rightful claims.
مِنَamong البيضِthe bright-faced يَستامونَthey seek out وَالعامُwhile the year كالِحٌis scowling
مِنَ البيضِ يَستامونَ وَالعامُ كالِحٌ
جُدوباًbarren lands وَمَطّارونَand rain-givers فيin الحِجَجِthe years الغُبرِdust-gray
جُدوباً وَمَطّارونَ في الحِجَجِ الغُبرِ
Bright-faced men, they seek out, when the year scowls,
barren lands, and rain bounty through dust-gray years.
كَأَنَّas though عُفاةَthe petitioners of المَرءِthe man ذيpossessing الطَولِwealth مِنهُمُamong them
كَأَنَّ عُفاةَ المَرءِ ذي الطَولِ مِنهُمُ
يَمُدّونَthey extend أَوذامَthe straps of الدِلاءِthe buckets مِنَfrom البَحرِthe sea
يَمُدّونَ أَوذامَ الدِلاءِ مِنَ البَحرِ
As though those seeking bounty from a wealthy man among them
were hauling bucket-straps up from the sea.
مَغاويرُbold raiders فيin الجُلّىgreat calamity مَغابيرُdust-raising fighters لِلحِمىfor the sanctuary
مَغاويرُ في الجُلّى مَغابيرُ لِلحِمى
مَفاريجُdispellers لِلغُمىof distress مَداريكُswift pursuers لِلوِترِof vengeance
مَفاريجُ لِلغُمى مَداريكُ لِلوِترِ
Raiders in dire crisis, dust-raisers in defense of the sanctuary,
relievers of distress, pursuers of vengeance,
سِراعٌswift إِلىto الوِردِthe watering-place الَّذيwhich ماؤُهُits water الرَدىis death
سِراعٌ إِلى الوِردِ الَّذي ماؤُهُ الرَدى
إِذاwhen أُرعِدَis made to tremble النِكسُthe base fellow الجَبانُthe coward بِلاwithout قُرِّcold
إِذا أُرعِدَ النِكسُ الجَبانُ بِلا قُرِّ
swift to the watering-place whose water is death,
when the base coward shivers without any cold.
وَتَأخُذُهُمand seizes them فيin ساعَةِthe hour of الجودِgiving هِزَّةٌa thrill
وَتَأخُذُهُم في ساعَةِ الجودِ هِزَّةٌ
كَماas خايَلَswaggered المِطرابُthe exuberant reveler عَنfrom نَزوَةِthe surge of الخَمرِwine
كَما خايَلَ المِطرابُ عَن نَزوَةِ الخَمرِ
A thrill seizes them in the hour of giving,
as a reveler swaggers under wine's sudden surge.
فَتَحسَبُهُمso you think them فيهاin it نَشاوىdrunk مِنَfrom الغِنىwealth
فَتَحسَبُهُم فيها نَشاوى مِنَ الغِنى
وَهُمwhile they are فيin جَلابيبِthe robes of الخَصاصَةِwant وَالفَقرِand poverty
وَهُم في جَلابيبِ الخَصاصَةِ وَالفَقرِ
You would think them, in that hour, drunk with riches,
though clad in the robes of want and poverty.
عَظيمٌgrievous عَليهِمto them أَنto يَبيتواspend the night بِلاwithout يَدٍa benefaction
عَظيمٌ عَليهِم أَن يَبيتوا بِلا يَدٍ
وَهَينٌand easy عَليهِمfor them أَنto يَفيئواreturn بِلاwithout وَفرِwealth
وَهَينٌ عَليهِم أَن يَفيئوا بِلا وَفرِ
It weighs on them to spend a night without a deed of kindness,
but is easy for them to return without wealth.
إِذاwhen نَزَلَlodges among الحَيَّthe clan الغَريبُthe stranger تَقارَعواthey cast lots
إِذا نَزَلَ الحَيَّ الغَريبُ تَقارَعوا
عَلَيهِfor him فَلَمso not يَدرِhe distinguishes المُقِلَّthe man of little means مِنَfrom المُثريthe wealthy man
عَلَيهِ فَلَم يَدرِ المُقِلَّ مِنَ المُثري
When a stranger lodges among the clan, they cast lots
to host him; he cannot distinguish poor from rich.
يَميلونَthey incline فيto شِقِthe side of الوَفاءِfidelity مَعَwith الرَدىdeath
يَميلونَ في شِقِ الوَفاءِ مَعَ الرَدى
إِذاwhen كانَis مَحبوبَcherished البَقاءِsurvival مَعَwith الغَدرِtreachery
إِذا كانَ مَحبوبَ البَقاءِ مَعَ الغَدرِ
They side with death on the side of fidelity,
when cherished life is allied with treachery.
حَواقِلَةٌelders مِثلُlike الصَقورِfalcons وَفِتيَةٌand young men
حَواقِلَةٌ مِثلُ الصَقورِ وَفِتيَةٌ
إِذاwhen ماحَنانيassails me طارِقٌa night-coming calamity دَعَمواthey support ظَهريmy back
إِذا ماحَناني طارِقٌ دَعَموا ظَهري
Elders like falcons, and young men
who brace my back when a night-coming trouble assails me.
وَماand not لَطَمواthey slapped back عَنfrom غايَةِthe summit of المَجدِglory جَبهَتيmy brow
وَما لَطَموا عَن غايَةِ المَجدِ جَبهَتي
بَلىrather خَلَعواthey stripped away عَنّيfrom me لِإِدراكِهاfor attaining it عُذريmy excuse
بَلى خَلَعوا عَنّي لِإِدراكِها عُذري
They did not slap my brow back from the summit of glory;
rather, they stripped me of every excuse for not attaining it.
تَوارِكُthey leave alone ليme فيin حالِthe state of يُسريmy ease فَإِنbut if رَأَواthey see
تَوارِكُ لي في حالِ يُسري فَإِن رَأَوا
دُنُوُّيmy nearness مِنَto الإِملاقِdestitution جاءَcame بِهِمwith them عُسريmy hardship
دُنُوُّي مِنَ الإِملاقِ جاءَ بِهِم عُسري
They leave me be when I am well off; but if they see
me nearing destitution, my hardship brings them.
إِذاwhen أَوهَنَتweaken عَظميmy bones اللَياليthe nights وَجَدتُهُمI find them
إِذا أَوهَنَت عَظمي اللَيالي وَجَدتُهُم
بِأَيديwith hands of النَدىbounty وَالطَعنِand spear-thrusts قَدalready جَبَرواthey have mended كَسريmy break
بِأَيدي النَدى وَالطَعنِ قَد جَبَروا كَسري
When the nights have weakened my bones, I find them
with hands of bounty and spear-thrusts, having mended my break.
هُمُthey أَنهَضونيraised me بَعدَafter ماwhat قيلَwas said لاno لَعاًrecovery
هُمُ أَنهَضوني بَعدَ ما قيلَ لا لَعاً
وَهُمand they أَغرَمواmade repay الأَيّامَthe days ليto me ماwhat جَنىhad caused عَثريmy stumbling
وَهُم أَغرَموا الأَيّامَ لي ما جَنى عَثري
They raised me after the cry, 'May you never rise!'
and made the days repay me for the harm my stumbling brought.
كَفَونيthey spared me وَماand not اِستَكفَيتُهُمI asked their help مِنout of ضَراعَةٍabasement
كَفَوني وَما اِستَكفَيتُهُم مِن ضَراعَةٍ
تَرافُدَthe mutual aid of أَيديthe hands of الأَبعَدينَdistant men عَلىin نَصريsupporting me
تَرافُدَ أَيدي الأَبعَدينَ عَلى نَصري
They spared me—without my humbly asking their aid—
the mustering of distant men's hands to my support.
تَرىyou see كُلَّevery ذَيّالِone trailing العِطافِthe cloak كَأَنَّماas though
تَرى كُلَّ ذَيّالِ العِطافِ كَأَنَّما
تَفَرَّجَhas parted مِنهُaround him اللَيلُthe night عَنto reveal قَمَرٍa moon بَدرِfull
تَفَرَّجَ مِنهُ اللَيلُ عَن قَمَرٍ بَدرِ
You see each man with a trailing cloak, as though
night had parted around him to reveal a full moon.
لَهُhe has رائِدٌa herald يَلقاكَthat meets you مِنfrom قَبلِbefore شَخصِهِhis person
لَهُ رائِدٌ يَلقاكَ مِن قَبلِ شَخصِهِ
جَلالاًin majesty كَماas دَلَّpoints الضِياءُradiance عَلىto الفَجرِthe dawn
جَلالاً كَما دَلَّ الضِياءُ عَلى الفَجرِ
A herald meets you before his person:
majesty, as light announces the dawn.
يُصَدَّعُare scattered عَنهُaway from him الناظِرونَthe onlookers كَأَنَّماas though
يُصَدَّعُ عَنهُ الناظِرونَ كَأَنَّما
يَرَونَthey see بِهِin him ذاone with لِبدَتَينِtwo manes أَباthe sire of أَجرِcubs
يَرَونَ بِهِ ذا لِبدَتَينِ أَبا أَجرِ
Onlookers scatter away from him, as though
they saw in him a double-maned lion, sire of cubs.
لَهُhe has عَبَقٌa fragrance يُغنيهِrenders him independent عَنof طيبِthe fragrance of عِرضِهِhis good name
لَهُ عَبَقٌ يُغنيهِ عَن طيبِ عِرضِهِ
سُطوعاًin diffusion مِنَfrom البانِben-oil المَدينِيِّMedinan وَالعِطرِand perfume
سُطوعاً مِنَ البانِ المَدينِيِّ وَالعِطرِ
His good name sheds a fragrance that leaves him no need
for wafting Medinan ben-oil or perfume.
لَقَدindeed أولَعَhas become obsessed المَوتُdeath الزُؤامُdeadly بِجَمعِهِمwith gathering them
لَقَد أولَعَ المَوتُ الزُؤامُ بِجَمعِهِم
كَأَنَّas though الرَدىdoom فيهِمamong them تَحَلَّلَfreed itself مِنfrom نَذرِa vow
كَأَنَّ الرَدى فيهِم تَحَلَّلَ مِن نَذرِ
Deadly death has grown intent on gathering them,
as though Doom, in taking them, were discharging a vow.
وَرَواthey kindled كَبِديmy liver فيat آخِرِthe end of الدَهرِlife لَوعَةًwith anguish
وَرَوا كَبِدي في آخِرِ الدَهرِ لَوعَةً
بِماbecause بَرَّدواthey cooled قَلبيmy heart عَلىat أَوَّلِthe beginning of الدَهرِlife
بِما بَرَّدوا قَلبي عَلى أَوَّلِ الدَهرِ
They kindled anguish in my liver at life's end,
because they had cooled my heart in life's early days.
مَضواthey passed away فَكَأَنَّso as though الحَيَّthe clan فَرعُa bough of أَراكَةٍan arak tree
مَضوا فَكَأَنَّ الحَيَّ فَرعُ أَراكَةٍ
عَلىin إِثرِهِمtheir wake عُرّيwas stripped مِنَof الوَرَقِthe leaves النَضرِfresh
عَلى إِثرِهِم عُرّي مِنَ الوَرَقِ النَضرِ
They passed away, and the clan is like an arak bough
stripped, in their wake, of its fresh leaves.
وَأَصبَحَand became وِردُthe watering of الدَمعِtears لِلعَينِfor the eye بَعدَهُمafter them
وَأَصبَحَ وِردُ الدَمعِ لِلعَينِ بَعدَهُم
عَلىon الغِبِّalternate days إِذwhile وِردُthe watering of الفِراءِwild asses عَلىon العَشرِevery tenth day
عَلى الغِبِّ إِذ وِردُ الفِراءِ عَلى العَشرِ
After them, the eye's watering with tears has become
a draught every other day, while wild asses drink every tenth.
وَماand not تَرَكواthey left عِندَamong الرِماحِthe spears بَقِيَّةًanything remaining
وَما تَرَكوا عِندَ الرِماحِ بَقِيَّةً
لِهَزٍّfor brandishing إِلىtoward يَومِthe day of العَماسِgrim battle وَلاnor جَرِّdragging
لِهَزٍّ إِلى يَومِ العَماسِ وَلا جَرِّ
They left among the spears no remnant
to shake or drag into a day of desperate battle.
نَبَذتُهُمُI cast them away نَبذَas one discards الإِداوَةِa waterskin لَمnot تَدَعit left
نَبَذتُهُمُ نَبذَ الإِداوَةِ لَم تَدَع
مِنَof الماءِwater ماwhat يُعديgives relief عَلىagainst غُلَّةِthe burning thirst of الصَدرِthe breast
مِنَ الماءِ ما يُعدي عَلى غُلَّةِ الصَدرِ
I cast them away like a waterskin that has left
no water to relieve the burning thirst within the breast.
بَقيتُI remained مُعَنّىًtormented بِالبَقاءِby survival خِلافَهُمafter them
بَقيتُ مُعَنّىً بِالبَقاءِ خِلافَهُم
وَماand nothing بَينَناbetween us إِلّاexcept قُدَيديمَةُa tiny head start in السَفرِthe journey
وَما بَينَنا إِلّا قُدَيديمَةُ السَفرِ
I remain, tormented by surviving after them,
with nothing between us but a tiny lead on the journey.
وَأَغدواand I go forth عَلىupon آثارِهِمtheir tracks وَوَدادَتيand my wish
وَأَغدوا عَلى آثارِهِم وَوَدادَتي
لَوَif only أَنَّهُمُthey were الغادونَthose going forth بَعديafter me عَلىin إِثريmy wake
لَوَ أَنَّهُمُ الغادونَ بَعدي عَلى إِثري
I follow in their tracks, though my wish
is that they were the ones following after me in my wake.
وَفيand among الحَيَّthe living بَيتيmy house خالِفاًremaining behind وَكَأَنَّنيand as though I
وَفي الحَيَّ بَيتي خالِفاً وَكَأَنَّني
مِنَfrom الوَجدِgrief يوريis hidden بَينَamong أَقبُرِهِمtheir graves قَبريmy grave
مِنَ الوَجدِ يوري بَينَ أَقبُرِهِم قَبري
My house remains behind among the living, yet it is as though
from grief, my grave lay hidden among their graves.
كَأَنِّيَas though I were مَغلوبٌdeprived عَلىof نَصلِthe blade of سَيفِهِhis sword
كَأَنِّيَ مَغلوبٌ عَلى نَصلِ سَيفِهِ
أَقامَhe remained بِلاwithout نابٍa fang يَروعُto terrify وَلاnor ظُفرِa claw
أَقامَ بِلا نابٍ يَروعُ وَلا ظُفرِ
I am like one deprived of his sword's blade,
left without a fang to terrify, or a claw.
فَماso not أَتَلافىI recapture الغَمضَsleep إِلّاexcept عَلىover قَذىًgrit
فَما أَتَلافى الغَمضَ إِلّا عَلى قَذىً
وَلاnor أَتَناسىI try to forget الوَجدَanguish إِلّاexcept عَلىwith ذِكرِremembrance
وَلا أَتَناسى الوَجدَ إِلّا عَلى ذِكرِ
I can recapture sleep only with grit beneath my lids,
and forget anguish only through remembrance.
وَقالواand they said اِصطَبِرbe patient لِلخَطبِwith calamity هَيهاتَfar from possible إِذsince مَضىhas gone
وَقالوا اِصطَبِر لِلخَطبِ هَيهاتَ إِذ مَضى
مُقَوِّمُthe straightener of دَرئيmy crookedness وَالمُعينُand the helper عَلىagainst دَهريmy time
مُقَوِّمُ دَرئي وَالمُعينُ عَلى دَهري
They said, 'Bear the calamity patiently.' Impossible, since he is gone—
the straightener of my crookedness, my helper against time.
Sol 6.1