ياO قَلبِmy heart جَدَّدrenew كَمَداgrief
يا قَلبِ جَدَّد كَمَدا
فَمَوعِدُfor the appointed time of البينِparting غَداtomorrow
فَمَوعِدُ البينِ غَدا
O heart, renew your grief;
O heart, renew your resolve,
for parting is appointed for tomorrow.
For the tryst with the beloved is tomorrow.
لَمdid not أَرَI see فَرقاًa difference بَعدَهُمafter them
لَم أَرَ فَرقاً بَعدَهُم
بَينَbetween الفِراقِseparation وَالرَدىand death
بَينَ الفِراقِ وَالرَدى
After them, I have seen no difference
Since they left, I see no difference
between separation and death.
Between parting and perdition.
ياO زَفرَةًsigh هَيَّجَهاstirred it
يا زَفرَةً هَيَّجَها
حادٍa camel-driver مِنَfrom الغَورِal-Ghawr (the lowlands) حَداchanted
حادٍ مِنَ الغَورِ حَدا
O sigh, stirred up
O sigh, stirred up
by a chanting camel-driver from al-Ghawr!
By one who called from the depths!
أَغنىspared زَفيرُthe sighing of العاشِقَيthe lovers (first part)
أَغنى زَفيرُ العاشِقَي
نَcompletion of 'the lovers' عيسَهُhis pale camels عَنِfrom needing الحُداthe driver's chant
نَ عيسَهُ عَنِ الحُدا
The lovers' sighs spared
The lover's sighing avails him
his pale camels the driver's chant.
More than Jesus revived the dead.
أَرعىI watch الحُمولَthe laden camels ناظِراًgazing
أَرعى الحُمولَ ناظِراً
وَأُلزِمُand I keep against القَلبَthe heart يَداa hand
وَأُلزِمُ القَلبَ يَدا
I watch the laden camels with my gaze,
I shepherd the anxieties while compelling my heart to comply,
and hold a hand against my heart.
And chase after their traces though they cannot be chased.
وَأَطرُدُand I drive onward الطَرفَthe gaze عَلىalong
وَأَطرُدُ الطَرفَ عَلى
آثارِهِمtheir tracks ماas long as اِنطَرَداit keeps going
آثارِهِم ما اِنطَرَدا
I send my gaze onward along
Since they lit in my ribs
their tracks, as far as it will go.
The embers of passion, those embers have not died down.
مُذsince أَوقَدواthey kindled بِأَضلُعيwithin my ribs
مُذ أَوقَدوا بِأَضلُعي
جَمرَthe embers of الغَضاghada wood ماnot خَمَداdied out
جَمرَ الغَضا ما خَمَدا
Since they kindled within my ribs
And since they melted the water of my eyes with sorrow,
ghada embers, they have never died.
That water has not frozen over.
وَمُذand since أَذابواthey melted ماءَthe water of عَيeye (first part)
وَمُذ أَذابوا ماءَ عَي
نيmy (completing 'my eye') بِالأَسىwith sorrow ماnot جَمَداcongealed
ني بِالأَسى ما جَمَدا
And since they melted the water of my
O would that I see a need
eye with sorrow, it has never congealed.
That stiffens resolution and determination!
ياAh هَلshall أَرىI see مِنfor حاجَةٍa need
يا هَل أَرى مِن حاجَةٍ
حَقِفَthe curved dune of النَقاal-Naqa وَالجَمُداand al-Jamud
حَقِفَ النَقا وَالجَمُدا
Ah, shall I ever have cause to see
And where the sands have flowed
al-Naqa's curved dune and al-Jamud,
From their water-bags and solidified!
وَحَيثُand where سالَflowed الرَملُthe sand عَنfrom
وَحَيثُ سالَ الرَملُ عَن
جَرعائِهِits sandy plain وَاِنعَقَداand gathered into heaps
جَرعائِهِ وَاِنعَقَدا
and where the sand flowed from
Shall I return, following a caravan of salvation,
its sandy plain and gathered into heaps?
Walking the swaying gait of the camel,
وَهَلand shall أُعيدُI turn again ناظِراًa gaze
وَهَل أُعيدُ ناظِراً
يَتبَعُfollowing سِرباًa herd مُنجِداbound for Najd
يَتبَعُ سِرباً مُنجِدا
And shall I again turn a gaze
Whether loaded or unloaded?
following a herd bound for Najd?
Shall some caller call out to me
يَمشينَthey walk هَزّاتِwith the swaying of القَناspear-shafts
يَمشينَ هَزّاتِ القَنا
مالَbending وَماyet not تَحَصَّداcut down
مالَ وَما تَحَصَّدا
They walk with the sway of spear-shafts,
Of that graceful gazelle?
bending, yet never cut down.
He has not strayed from me―rather,
هَلis there ناشِدٌa seeker يَنشُدُwho searches ليfor me
هَل ناشِدٌ يَنشُدُ لي
ذاكَthat الغَزالَgazelle الأَغيَداthe graceful one
ذاكَ الغَزالَ الأَغيَدا
Is there a seeker to search out for me
My heart has strayed after him.
that graceful gazelle?
I pledged my heart to him, and whoever
ماnot ضَلَّhe strayed عَنّيfrom me إِنَّماrather
ما ضَلَّ عَنّي إِنَّما
ضَلَّhe strayed off بِقَلبيwith my heart كَمَداin grief
ضَلَّ بِقَلبي كَمَدا
He has not strayed from me; rather,
Pledges his heart never regains it.
he has strayed off with my heart in grief.
O you who fulfil your promise
رَهَنتُهُI pledged to him قَلبيmy heart وَمَنand who
رَهَنتُهُ قَلبي وَمَن
يَرهُنُwould pledge قَلباًa heart أَبَداever
يَرهُنُ قَلباً أَبَدا
I pledged him my heart—and who
And whose long absence fulfils no promise!
would ever pledge a heart?
I see you closer to me
ياO مُنجِزاًfulfiller of وَعيدَهُhis threat
يا مُنجِزاً وَعيدَهُ
وَماand delaying (first part) طِلاًcompletion of 'delaying' ماwhat وَعَداhe promised
وَما طِلاً ما وَعَدا
O you who fulfills his threat,
Though you are further away.
yet delays what he promised!
You have tortured my heart beyond endurance,
أَراكَI see you مِنّيto me أَقرَباًcloser
أَراكَ مِنّي أَقرَباً
وَإِنand even if غَدَوتَyou have become أَبعَداfarther away
وَإِن غَدَوتَ أَبعَدا
I see you closer to me,
Yet the eyes, not the heart, betrayed me.
though you have grown more distant.
How often has an intimacy grown cold
عَذَّبتَyou tormented قَلبيmy heart عَنَتاًcruelly
عَذَّبتَ قَلبي عَنَتاً
وَالطَرفُyet the eye لاnot القَلبُthe heart بَداbegan it
وَالطَرفُ لا القَلبُ بَدا
You tormented my heart cruelly,
For one whose intimacy did not grow cold!
yet the eye, not the heart, began it.
O burn my heart, for it was watered
رُبَّmany a ثَناياset of front teeth بَرَدَتwas cool
رُبَّ ثَنايا بَرَدَت
لِذيto one with جَوىًburning passion ماnot بَرَداcooled
لِذي جَوىً ما بَرَدا
Many a set of front teeth has been cool
By their coldest acts of disapproval!
to a lover whose ardor never cooled.
It does not know if it has tasted thereby
ياAh حَرَّthe heat of قَلبيmy heart مَنwhoever سُقيwas given to drink
يا حَرَّ قَلبي مَن سُقي
رُضابَهُنَّtheir saliva الأَبرَداthe coldest
رُضابَهُنَّ الأَبرَدا
Ah, my heart's heat! Whoever is given
Hot embers or icy cold.
their ice-cold saliva to drink
O my liver, be patient
لَمdid not يَدرِknow هَلwhether ذاقَhe tasted بِهاthrough them
لَم يَدرِ هَل ذاقَ بِها
جَمرَthe embers of غَضاًghada wood أَوor بَرَداhail
جَمرَ غَضاً أَو بَرَدا
cannot tell whether through them he tasted
For I cannot endure patience.
ghada embers or hail.
May a heart shepherd me that has found
ياO كَبِديmy liver تَجَلُّداًshow endurance
يا كَبِدي تَجَلُّداً
فَماfor not أُطيقُI can bear الجَلَداendurance
فَما أُطيقُ الجَلَدا
O my liver, endure,
Many stumblers and strugglers astray.
for I have no strength to endure.
And who has loaded the unguided pilgrim
عَسىperhaps فُؤادٌa heart يَرعَويwill come to its senses
عَسى فُؤادٌ يَرعَوي
رُبَّmany a مُضِلٍّone who lost something وَجَداfound it
رُبَّ مُضِلٍّ وَجَدا
Perhaps a heart will come to its senses;
With burdens but not provisions.
many a man who lost something found it,
If I do not find anything but
وَحَمَّلَand he entrusted الحاجَthe needs الرَماthe spears (first part)
وَحَمَّلَ الحاجَ الرَما
حَcompletion of 'the spears' لاnot الأَمونَthe trusty she-camel الجَلعَداthe sturdy one
حَ لا الأَمونَ الجَلعَدا
and entrusted his needs to spears,
Humiliation wherever I alight,
not to a trusty, sturdy she-camel.
I would doctor my liver
إِنّيindeed I إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle لَمnot أَجِدI find
إِنّي إِذا ما لَم أَجِد
إِلّاexcept الهَوانَhumiliation مَورِداas a watering place
إِلّا الهَوانَ مَورِدا
Indeed, when I find
If only they had left me a liver!
no watering place but humiliation,
Leave old age its due from me―
كُنتُI would have been أُداويtending كَبِديmy liver
كُنتُ أُداوي كَبِدي
لَوif غادَرواthey had left ليfor me كَبِداa liver
لَو غادَروا لي كَبِدا
I would soothe my liver,
For in my eyes, it has a helping hand―
if they had left me a liver.
Having freed itself from the shackles of passion
دَعgrant لِلمَشيبِto gray hair ذِمَّةًa claim to respect
دَع لِلمَشيبِ ذِمَّةً
إِنَّindeed لَهُit has عِنديwith me يَداa favor
إِنَّ لَهُ عِندي يَدا
Grant gray hair its due respect;
Abased and worshipped.
for it has done me a kindness.
Yet my passion is but to see
أَعتَقَit freed مِنfrom رِقِّthe bondage of الهَوىlove
أَعتَقَ مِن رِقِّ الهَوى
مُذَلَّلاًone humbled مُعَبَّداenslaved
مُذَلَّلاً مُعَبَّدا
It freed from the bondage of love
The color of my reproachers turned black,
one humbled and enslaved.
After whiteness and pallor have passed
لَكِنyet هَوىًa desire ليof mine أَنthat أَرىI see
لَكِن هَوىً لي أَن أَرى
لَونَthe color of عِذاريmy cheek-hair أَسوَداblack
لَونَ عِذاري أَسوَدا
Yet I still long to see
Over them, motley and faded.
the color of my cheek-hair black.
The cold has not withered me, else
مَرَّpassed البَياضانِthe two whitenesses عَليover (continued)
مَرَّ البَياضانِ عَلي
هِit شائِباًgray-haired وَأَمرَداand beardless
هِ شائِباً وَأَمرَدا
The two whitenesses passed over it,
It would have changed and renewed me!
in gray-haired age and beardless youth.
Were it not for your charges, I would not
ماnot أَشلَقَwore out البُردَthe cloak فَلَمso why
ما أَشلَقَ البُردَ فَلَم
بَدَّلَreplaced ليfor me وَجَدَّداand renewed
بَدَّلَ لي وَجَدَّدا
The cloak had not worn out—why, then,
Give the times my halter.
was it replaced for me and renewed?
Nor incline my neck
لَولاwere it not for تَكاليفُكَyour burdens لَمwould not
لَولا تَكاليفُكَ لَم
أُعطِI give الزَمانَTime مِقوَداa rein
أُعطِ الزَمانَ مِقوَدا
Were it not for the burdens you impose,
To the nights as game.
I would not have given Time a rein,
An innate disposition, from a hero
وَلاnor ثَنَيتُI bent عُنقيmy neck
وَلا ثَنَيتُ عُنقي
إِلىto اللَياليthe nights صَيداas prey
إِلى اللَيالي صَيدا
nor bent my neck
Who kept to what he was wont.
to the nights as prey.
He swore allegiance to the horizons of the spear
سَجِيَّةٌa disposition مِنof بَطَلٍa hero
سَجِيَّةٌ مِن بَطَلٍ
لازَمَhe held fast to ماwhat تَعَوَّداhe was accustomed to
لازَمَ ما تَعَوَّدا
Such is the nature of a hero
And knotted the lote-tree.
who holds fast to his accustomed ways.
I took counsel with a stubborn heart,
بايَعَhe pledged allegiance to أَطرافَthe tips of القَناthe spears
بايَعَ أَطرافَ القَنا
وَعاقَدَand made a pact with المُهَنَّداthe Indian-steel sword
وَعاقَدَ المُهَنَّدا
He swore allegiance to the spear-points
And it said to me: “Do not yield!”
and made a pact with the Indian blade.
For I am of a folk who have surpassed
شاوَرتُI consulted قَلباًa heart آبِياًdefiant
شاوَرتُ قَلباً آبِياً
فَقالَso it said ليto me لاdo not تَرِداapproach the watering place
فَقالَ لي لا تَرِدا
I consulted a defiant heart,
In glory and bounty the farthest end;
and it told me, 'Do not drink there.'
Valiant, when the transgressor transgresses,
إِنّيindeed I لِقَومٍbelong to a people بَعُدواwho have gone far
إِنّي لِقَومٍ بَعُدوا
فيin المَجدِglory وَالجودِand generosity مَدىin reach
في المَجدِ وَالجودِ مَدى
I belong to a people who have reached
Noble, when the generous gives.
far in glory and generosity:
They branched out the lofty peak
شَوسٍfierce إِذاwhen الباغيthe aggressor بَغىtransgressed
شَوسٍ إِذا الباغي بَغى
سُمحٍgenerous إِذاwhen الجاديthe petitioner جَداasked for a gift
سُمحٍ إِذا الجادي جَدا
fierce when an aggressor oversteps,
And the craggy mountain.
generous when a petitioner asks.
Their glory is more ancient
تَفَرَّعواthey scaled طَودَthe mountain of العُلىeminence
تَفَرَّعوا طَودَ العُلى
وَالجَبَلَand the mountain العَطَوَّداthe massive, towering one
وَالجَبَلَ العَطَوَّدا
They scaled the mountain of high honor
Than the ridge of Qinan as a place of birth.
and the massive, towering peak.
True of speech for the sword
مَجدُهُمُtheir glory أَقدَمُis older مِنthan
مَجدُهُمُ أَقدَمُ مِن
هَضبِthe hills of القِنانِal-Qinan مَولِداin birth
هَضبِ القِنانِ مَولِدا
Their glory is more ancient than
And provision when called upon.
the hills of al-Qinan in its birth.
When the night prowler is guided by their fire,
أَصادِقٌtrue friends فيin الخَطبِadversity لِلto the
أَصادِقٌ في الخَطبِ لِل
سَيفِsword وَلِلمالِand to wealth عِداenemies
سَيفِ وَلِلمالِ عِدا
True friends in adversity to the
An unguided prowler is not guided.
sword, and foes to wealth.
They warred over the encampments
إِذاif اِهتَدىhe found his way بِنارِهِمby their fire
إِذا اِهتَدى بِنارِهِم
طارِقُa visitor of لَيلٍthe night ماnot اِهتَدىhe found his way
طارِقُ لَيلٍ ما اِهتَدى
If their fire guides
And cast lots over the spoils.
a visitor by night, he has not found his way.
With a raid in the litter
تَقارَعواthey vied عَلىover القِرىhospitality
تَقارَعوا عَلى القِرى
وَاِقتَرَعواand drew lots عَلىover الجَداgifts
وَاِقتَرَعوا عَلى الجَدا
They vied over hospitality
That awakens the living who were asleep,
and cast lots over the giving of gifts.
Which sets ablaze ripe herbage
وَغارَةٍand many a raid فيin سُدفَةٍtwilight
وَغارَةٍ في سُدفَةٍ
توقِظُrouses حَيّاًa tribe رَقَداthat slept
توقِظُ حَيّاً رَقَدا
And many a raid in the twilight,
Or plunders a lofty sanctuary,
rousing a tribe that slept,
As though I launch it against them
بِضُمَّرٍwith lean steeds أَسقَطَهاI bring it down
بِضُمَّرٍ أَسقَطَها
عَليهِمُupon them مَعَwith النَدىthe dew
عَليهِمُ مَعَ النَدى
with lean steeds I let fall
Now dual, now singular.
upon them together with the dew,
An invader who hurls into the fray of battle
تُلهِبُspurring نَضّاًa fleet steed زَعزَعاًnimble
تُلهِبُ نَضّاً زَعزَعاً
أَوor قَرَباًa taut-flanked steed عَمَرَّداtall and powerful
أَو قَرَباً عَمَرَّدا
spurring a fleet, nimble steed,
Pebbles, helter-skelter.
or a taut-flanked, mighty one.
The youth’s spear-shaft
كَأَنَّنيas though I أَبعَثُهاsend them forth
كَأَنَّني أَبعَثُها
فيهِمamong them ثَنىtwo at a time وَمَوحِداand singly
فيهِم ثَنى وَمَوحِدا
It is as if, when I send them
Suffices him instead of his whip when he charges.
against them two by two and singly,
As though his horseman
مُزاحِمٌone jostling in a crowd يَقذِفُhurling فيon
مُزاحِمٌ يَقذِفُ في
يَومِthe day of الحِصابِpebble-casting جَلمَداa boulder
يَومِ الحِصابِ جَلمَدا
I am one jostling in a crowd, hurling
Were felling a yellow wolf.
a boulder on the day of pebble-casting.
I strip off from its page
مِنof كُلِّevery مَحبوكٍtightly built steed كَماas
مِن كُلِّ مَحبوكٍ كَما
أَمَرَّtwisted tightly لاوٍa rope-maker مَسَداa fiber cord
أَمَرَّ لاوٍ مَسَدا
Each a tightly built steed, as
The thorns of the spear, deliberately.
a rope-maker firmly plies a fiber cord.
Had you but smelled it when it lightened
يُغنيspares الفَتىthe young rider عِنانُهُits reins
يُغني الفَتى عِنانُهُ
عَنthe need for سَوطِهِhis whip إِذاwhen عَداit gallops
عَن سَوطِهِ إِذا عَدا
Its reins spare the young rider
The water of the dogs, it would have reddened it.
the need for his whip when it gallops.
And every long-necked stallion
كَأَنَّماas though فارِسُهُits rider
كَأَنَّما فارِسُهُ
يَقدَعُrestrains ذِئباًa wolf أَصرَداlean and ravenous
يَقدَعُ ذِئباً أَصرَدا
It is as though its rider
Seeking wide plains for his echo.
restrains a lean, ravenous wolf.
More enduring than his tusks
أَنزَعُI pull out عَنfrom صَفحَتِهِits flank
أَنزَعُ عَن صَفحَتِهِ
شَوكَthe thorns of القَناthe spears مُقَصَّداpierced repeatedly
شَوكَ القَنا مُقَصَّدا
I pluck from its flank
When the coward takes fright.
the thorns of spears that riddled it.
Going forth, so if he catches wind
لَوif شِمتَهُyou sighted it بِبارِقٍat Bariq
لَو شِمتَهُ بِبارِقٍ
ماءَthe water of الكُلابِal-Kulab أَورَداit would bring you to
ماءَ الكُلابِ أَورَدا
If you sighted it at Bariq,
Of the scent of injustice, he is distracted.
it would bring you to al-Kulab's waters.
He meets the pursued in panic
وَكُلُّand every صِلٍّviper لامِظٍlicking his lips
وَكُلُّ صِلٍّ لامِظٍ
يَطلُبُseeking رَيّاًa quenching draught لِلصَدىfor thirst
يَطلُبُ رَيّاً لِلصَدى
And every viper licking his lips,
As the pursued meets pursuit.
seeking a draught to quench his thirst,
أَقدَمَbolder مِنthan سِنانِهِhis spearpoint
أَقدَمَ مِن سِنانِهِ
إِذاwhen الجَبانُthe coward عَرَّداturned to flee
إِذا الجَبانُ عَرَّدا
bolder than his spearpoint
I am the Qurashi lad
when the coward turns to flee;
Who brought forth praise though not begotten of it.
ماضٍresolute فَإِنbut if شَمَّhe scented طُروthe onset (first part)
ماضٍ فَإِن شَمَّ طُرو
قَcompletion of 'onset' الضَيمِhumiliation زاغَhe swerved حَيَداaside
قَ الضَيمِ زاغَ حَيَدا
resolute—but if he scents the onset
I drew my bucket before you
of humiliation, he swerves aside.
To Iraq in vessels.
يَلقىhe meets الطَرادَmounted combat جَذِلاًjoyfully
يَلقى الطَرادَ جَذِلاً
كَماas يُلاقيhe meets الطَرداthe hunt
كَما يُلاقي الطَردا
He meets mounted combat joyfully,
My resolve has not ceased keeping me
as he meets the hunt.
Far from the abode of disgrace.
أَناI الغُلامُthe youth القُرَشيthe Qurashi (continued)
أَنا الغُلامُ القُرَشي
يُcompletion of 'Qurashi' مُنجِباًbegetting noble offspring ماwhatever وَلَداhe fathered
يُ مُنجِباً ما وَلَدا
I am the Qurashi youth,
Banishing me from a land
whose every offspring is noble.
And a land pelting me with clods!
أَنزَعتُI cast out دَلويmy bucket قَبلَكُمbefore you all
أَنزَعتُ دَلوي قَبلَكُم
إِلىtoward العِراقِIraq سُؤدُداseeking eminence
إِلى العِراقِ سُؤدُدا
I cast my bucket before you
If attaining what you wish is not possible,
toward Iraq, seeking eminence.
Then seek, when you reach the watering-place, to turn away.
ماnot زالَhas ceased عَزميmy resolve لِيَfor me عَنfrom
ما زالَ عَزمي لِيَ عَن
دارِthe abode of الهَوانِhumiliation مُبعِداkeeping far away
دارِ الهَوانِ مُبعِدا
My resolve has always kept me far
from the abode of humiliation,
مُرَحِّليmaking me depart عَنfrom بَلَدٍa land
مُرَحِّلي عَن بَلَدٍ
وَراجِماًand hurling بيme بَلَداinto a land
وَراجِماً بي بَلَدا
making me depart from one land
and flinging me into another.
إِنif لَمnot يَكُنthere is نَيلُattainment of مُنىًwishes
إِن لَم يَكُن نَيلُ مُنىً
فَاِبغِthen seek إِذاًin that case وِردَa draught of رَدىdeath
فَاِبغِ إِذاً وِردَ رَدى
If wishes cannot be attained,
then seek a draught of death.
Partial English translation: 117 of 124 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1