Sol 6.1

  1. أَغارُ عَلى ثَراكَ مِنَ الرِياحِ

    وَأَسأَلُ عَن غَديرِكَ وَالمَراحِ

    I begrudge the winds your dust,

    And ask after your pool and resting-ground.

  2. وَأَجهَرُ بِالسَلامِ وَدونَ صَوتي

    مَنيعٌ لا يُجاعِزُ بِالصِياحِ

    And raise my voice in greeting, but before my voice

    Stands an impregnable barrier that cries cannot breach.

  3. وَأَهوى أَن يُخالِطَكَ الحُزامى

    وَيَلمَعَ في أَباطِحِكَ الأَقاحي

    And I long for lavender to mingle with you,

    And for daisies to gleam in your valley beds.

  4. وَكَم لي نَحوَ أَرضِكَ مِن مَسيرٍ

    دَفَعتُ بِهِ الغُدُوَّ إِلى الرَواحِ

    And how many journeys I have made toward your land,

    On which I drove morning onward into evening.

  5. وَهَذا الدَهرُ خَفَّضَ مِن عُرامي

    وَرَنَّقَ مِن غَبوقي وَاِصطِباحي

    And this age has subdued my fierceness

    And clouded my evening drink and morning draught.

  6. وَقَد كانَ المَلامُ يَطيفُ مِنّي

    بِمُنجَذِبِ العِنانِ إِلى الجِماحِ

    Reproach once circled around me,

    One whose reins were drawn toward running wild.

  7. تَؤولُ النائِباتُ إِلى مُرادي

    وَيُعطيني الزَمانُ عَلى اِقتِراحي

    Misfortunes would turn as I desired,

    And time would grant me what I asked.

  8. وَعالِيَةِ السَوالِفِ وَالهَوادي

    تَدافَعُ في الأَسِنَّةِ وَالصَفاحِ

    And many a steed with neck and head held high

    Surged among spearheads and sword-blades.

  9. إِذا اِستَقصَينَ غامِضَةَ الدَياجي

    فَقَأتُ بِهِنَّ عاشِيَةَ الصَباحِ

    When they had plumbed the hidden darkness of night,

    I gouged out with them the bleary eye of dawn.

  10. وَمُدَّرِعٍ سَمَوتُ لَهُ مِغَذّاً

    وَقَد غَرِضَ المُقارِعُ بِالرِماحِ

    And many an armored man I charged at in haste,

    When the spear-fighter had grown weary,

  11. بِنافِذَةٍ تَمَطَّقُ عَن نَجيعٍ

    تَمَطُّقَ شارِبِ المَقِرِ الصُراحِ

    With a piercing thrust that smacked its lips over dark blood,

    Like a drinker smacking over pure bitter aloe;

  12. وَأُخرى في الضُلوعِ لَها هَديرٌ

    هَديرَ الفَحلِ قُرِّبَ لِلِّقاحِ

    And another within the ribs, with a roar

    Like a camel-bull brought forward to mate.

  13. فَما لي تَطلُبُ الأَعداءَ حَربي

    وَيُصبِحُ جانِبي فَرَضَ اللَواحِ

    Why, then, do enemies seek war with me,

    And my flank become a target for attackers?

  14. أَبا هَرِمٍ وَأَنتَ تُريدُ ضَيمي

    بِأَيِّ يَدٍ تُطامِنُ مِن طَماحي

    Abu Harim, while you seek to wrong me,

    With what hand will you bring down my soaring ambition?

  15. لَحِقتُ أَبي نِزاعاً في المَعالي

    وَعِرقاً في الشَجاعَةِ وَالسَماحِ

    I matched my father in striving for high deeds,

    And by blood in courage and generosity.

  16. وَأَنتَ فَما لَحِقتَ أَباكَ إِلّا

    كَما لَحِقَ الذُنابى بِالجَناحِ

    But you have matched your father only

    As the tail-feathers follow the wing.

  17. نُميتَ مِنَ العُقوقِ إِلى المَخازي

    كَما يُنمى الهَريرُ إِلى النَباحِ

    You are traced from filial impiety to disgrace,

    As growling is traced to barking.

  18. فَنَحنُ نَرى مَكانَكَ مِن نِزارٍ

    مَكانَ الداءِ في الأَدَمِ الصِحاحِ

    We see your place among Nizar

    As the place of disease in sound hides.

  19. بَني مَطَرٍ دَعوا العَلياءَ

    يَطلَعُ إِلَيها كُلُّ مُنذَلِقٍ وَقاحِ

    Sons of Matar, abandon the heights;

    Every glib, shameless fellow climbs toward them.

  20. وَوَلّوا عَن مُقارَعَةِ المَنايا

    وَلُقيانِ المُلَملَمَةِ الرَداحِ

    And turn away from grappling with death

    And meeting the close-packed, massive host.

  21. أَيَخفى لُؤمُ أَصلِكُمُ وَهَذي

    قُروفُكُمُ تَنُمُّ عَلى الجِراحِ

    Can the baseness of your stock be hidden, when these

    Scabs of yours betray the wounds?

  22. تُعَيُّرُنا القَبائِلُ أَن قَطَعنا

    قَرائِنَ عامِرٍ وَبَني رِياحِ

    The tribes reproach us for having severed

    The bonds with Amir and the sons of Riyah,

  23. وَعَلَّقنا مَطامِعَنا بِحَبلٍ

    تُعَلَّقُهُ القُلوبُ بِغَيرِ راحِ

    And hung our hopes upon a rope

    That hearts grasp without hands.

  24. وَكُلُّهُمُ يَجُرّونَ العَوالي

    مُحافَظَةً عَلى عُشبِ البِطاحِ

    While all of them drag their long spears

    To safeguard the grass of the valley flats.

  25. فَبَلِّغ سادَةَ الأَحياءِ أَنّا

    سَلَونا بِالغِنا ضَربَ القِداحِ

    So tell the chiefs of the tribes that we

    Have, through wealth, forgotten drawing lots with arrows.

  26. وَعِفنا القاعَ نَسكُنُهُ وَمِلنا

    عَنِ السَمُراتِ وَالنَعَمِ المِراحِ

    And have spurned dwelling on the plain, and turned away

    From the acacias and the herds returning home.

  27. وَطَبَّقَتِ العِراقَ لَنا قِبابٌ

    نُظَلِّلُها بِأَطرافِ الرِماحِ

    And pavilions of ours have spread across Iraq;

    We shade them with the tips of spears.

  28. نُعَلَّلُ بِالزُلالِ مِنَ الغَوادي

    وَنُتحَفُ بِالنَسيمِ مِنَ الرِياحِ

    We are refreshed with clear water from morning rains,

    And gifted with soft breezes from the winds.

  29. وَجاوَرَنا الخَليفَةَ حَيثُ تَسمو

    عَرانينُ الرِجالِ إِلى الطَماحِ

    And we have dwelt beside the caliph, where

    Men's proud noses rise toward lofty aspiration.

  30. نُوَجِّهُ بِالثَناءِ لَهُ مَصوناً

    وَنَرتَعُ مِنهُ في مالٍ مُباحِ

    We address him with treasured praise,

    And graze on wealth he freely grants.

  31. وَسَيّالُ اليَدَينِ مِنَ العَطايا

    مَهيبُ الجِدِّ مَأمونُ المُزاحِ

    And his two hands flow with gifts;

    Awe-inspiring in earnest, trustworthy in jest.

  32. إِذا اِبتَدَرَ المَلامَ نَدى يَدَيهِ

    مَضى طَلقاً عَلى سُنَنِ المِراحِ

    When the dew of his hands outruns reproach,

    It courses freely along the paths of exuberance.

  33. أَميرُ المُؤمِنينَ أَذالَ سَيري

    ذُرى هَذي المُعَبَّدَةِ الرِزاحِ

    Commander of the Faithful, my journey has worn down

    The humps of these hard-worked, exhausted camels.

  34. فَكَم خاضَ المَطِيُّ إِلَيكَ بَحراً

    يَموجُ عَلى الأَماعِزِ وَالضَواحي

    How often the mounts have waded toward you through a sea

    Surging over stony ground and open country:

  35. سَرابٌ كَالغَديرِ تَعومُ فيهِ

    رُبىً كَغَوارِبِ الإِبِلِ القِماحِ

    A mirage like a pool, in which swim

    Hills like the withers of camels holding their heads high.

  36. وَكَم لَكَ مِن غَرامٍ بِالمَعالي

    وَهَمٍّ في الأَماني وَاِرتِياحِ

    And how much passion you have for lofty deeds,

    And care for aspirations, and joyful eagerness!

  37. وَأَيّامٍ تَشُنُّ بِها المَنايا

    عَوابِسَ يَطَّلِعنَ مِنَ النَواحي

    And days when you unleash the fates of death,

    Scowling as they rise from every quarter.

  38. إِذا ريعَ الشَجاعُ بِهِنَّ قُلنا

    لِأَمرٍ غَصَّ بِالماءِ القَراحِ

    When the brave man is terrified by them, we say:

    'For good reason he choked on pure water.'

  39. فَلا نَقَلَ المُهَيمِنُ عَنكَ ظِلّاً

    مِنَ النَعماءِ لَيسَ بِمُستَباحِ

    So may the Guardian never remove from you a shade

    Of blessing, inviolable.

  40. وَواجَهَكَ الثَناءُ بِكُلِّ أَرضٍ

    مُعاوِنَةٍ لِشُكري وَاِمتِداحي

    And may praise greet you in every land

    That lends support to my gratitude and praise.