هَلdoes? لاnot يُهَيِّجُstir شَوقُكَyour longing الطَلَلُthe deserted campsite
هَل لا يُهَيِّجُ شَوقُكَ الطَلَلُ
أَمor لاnot يُفَرِّطُdrives to excess شَيخَكَyour aged self الغَزَلُamorous desire
أَم لا يُفَرِّطُ شَيخَكَ الغَزَلُ
Do the deserted ruins not stir your longing?
Does not your longing stir the deserted abodes?
Or does love not drive your aged self to excess?
Or does not your elder pine away through separation?
أَمor ذاthis القَطينَthe encamped folk أَصابَstruck مَقتَلَهُhis mortal spot
أَم ذا القَطينَ أَصابَ مَقتَلَهُ
مِنهُwithin him وَخانوهُand they betrayed him إِذاwhen اِحتَمَلواthey departed
مِنهُ وَخانوهُ إِذا اِحتَمَلوا
Or did this encamped folk strike his mortal spot,
Or has the wild cat met its death,
Within him, and betray him when they departed?
And it betrayed you when they bore it?
وَرَأَيتَand you saw ظُعنَهُمُtheir women's litters مُقَفِّيَةًreceding
وَرَأَيتَ ظُعنَهُمُ مُقَفِّيَةً
تَعلوclimb المَخارِمَthe mountain passes سَيرُهاtheir pace رَمَلُa trot
تَعلو المَخارِمَ سَيرُها رَمَلُ
And you saw their women's litters receding,
And you saw their teats drawn up
Climbing the mountain passes, their pace a trot.
Ascending the sand-hills, the track of which is sand.
قَنَأَglowed crimson العُهونَthe dyed wools عَلىon حَوامِلِهاtheir bearers
قَنَأَ العُهونَ عَلى حَوامِلِها
وَعَلىand on الرُهاوِيّاتِthe Rahawi cloths وَالكِلَلُand the canopies
وَعَلى الرُهاوِيّاتِ وَالكِلَلُ
The wool glowed crimson on their bearers,
It milks the pregnant camels in due season,
And on the Rahawi cloths and the canopies.
And those in milk, though barren and dry.
وَكَأَنَّand as though غِزلانَgazelles الصَريمِal-Sarim بِهاwithin them
وَكَأَنَّ غِزلانَ الصَريمِ بِها
تَحتَbeneath الخُدورِthe curtained quarters يُظِلُّهاshades them الظُلَلُthe awnings
تَحتَ الخُدورِ يُظِلُّها الظُلَلُ
As though gazelles of al-Sarim were within them,
And as though the gazelles of Sarim were with it
Beneath the curtains, shaded by awnings.
Under the thorn bushes shaded from the sun.
تامَتenslaved فُؤادَكَyour heart يَومَthe day of بَينِهِمُtheir departure
تامَت فُؤادَكَ يَومَ بَينِهِمُ
عِندَat التَفَرُّقِthe parting ظَبيَةٌa doe عُطُلُunadorned
عِندَ التَفَرُّقِ ظَبيَةٌ عُطُلُ
Your heart was enslaved on the day of their departure,
Your heart was melted the day they departed
At the parting, by an unadorned doe.
At the moment of separation, O impetuous doe!
شَنِفَتturned her gaze إِلىtoward رَشَأٍa fawn تُرَبِّبُهshe nurtures it
شَنِفَت إِلى رَشَأٍ تُرَبِّبُه
وَلَهاand she has بِذاتِat Dhat الحاذِal-Hadh مُعتَزَلُa secluded retreat
وَلَها بِذاتِ الحاذِ مُعتَزَلُ
She turned her gaze toward a fawn she nurtured,
It turned aside to a copse, which contained it,
And she has a secluded retreat at Dhat al-Hadh:
And for it the thickets of Al-Had are a dwelling secluded.
ظِلٌshade إِذاwhen ضَحِيَتshe is exposed to the sun وَمُرَتَقَبُand a lookout
ظِلٌ إِذا ضَحِيَت وَمُرَتَقَبُ
وَلاand not يَكونُthere is لِلَيلِهاfor her night دَغَلُlurking danger
وَلا يَكونُ لِلَيلِها دَغَلُ
Shade when she is exposed to the sun, and a lookout,
A shade which appears when the sun shines,
And no lurking danger troubles her night.
And no darkness is there for its night.
فَسَقىso may it water مَنازِلَهاher dwellings وَحِلَّتَهاand her encampment
فَسَقى مَنازِلَها وَحِلَّتَها
قِردُmatted الرَبابِthe low clouds لِصَوتِهِfor its voice زَجَلُa rumbling roar
قِردُ الرَبابِ لِصَوتِهِ زَجَلُ
So may her dwellings and encampment be watered
So the music of its cord made its dwellings joyful,
By a cloud with matted underclouds, its voice a roar.
And resounded for it with the moaning of the lute.
أَبدىrevealed مَحاسِنَهُits beauties لِناظِرِهِto its beholder
أَبدى مَحاسِنَهُ لِناظِرِهِ
ذاتَat the time of العِشاءِnightfall مُهَلَّبٌshaggy خَضِلُdripping wet
ذاتَ العِشاءِ مُهَلَّبٌ خَضِلُ
It revealed its beauties to its beholder,
It showed its beauties to its visitor
At nightfall, shaggy and dripping wet,
In the evening, stripped bare, not clothed.
مُتَحَلِّبٌpouring rain تَهويsweeps along الجَنوبُthe south wind بِهِwith it
مُتَحَلِّبٌ تَهوي الجَنوبُ بِهِ
فَتَكادُso it nearly تَعدِلُهُturns it aside وَيَنجَفِلُand it scuds away
فَتَكادُ تَعدِلُهُ وَيَنجَفِلُ
Pouring rain, borne along by the south wind,
Swaying, the zephyr blowing on it,
Which nearly turns it aside as it scuds away.
It almost spoke plainly, and would scarcely stammer.
وَضَعَتit set down لَدىbeside الأَصناعِal-Asna' ضاحِيَةًin the open
وَضَعَت لَدى الأَصناعِ ضاحِيَةً
فَوَهىthen burst السُيوبُthe rain-streams وَحُطَّتِand were lowered العِجَلُthe water-buckets
فَوَهى السُيوبُ وَحُطَّتِ العِجَلُ
The wind set it down by al-Asna', in the open;
It laid down, to try them, the ornaments,
Then the rain-streams burst and the water-buckets were lowered.
And took off its long robes and wrapped them up.
فَسَقىso may it water اِمرِأَImru' القَيسِal-Qays بنِson of عَمَرَةَ'Amarah إِنَّindeed
فَسَقى اِمرِأَ القَيسِ بنِ عَمَرَةَ إِنَّ
الأَكرَمينَthe most generous لِذِكرِهِمin their remembrance نَبَلُhonor
الأَكرَمينَ لِذِكرِهِم نَبَلُ
So may it water Imru' al-Qays ibn 'Amarah; indeed,
So Imru al-Qais, son of Amr, gave water to drink when
The most generous have honor in their remembrance.
Those most generous shared the remembrance of them.
كَمhow many a طَعنَةٍspear-thrust لَكَof yours غَيرِnot طائِشَةٍmissing the mark
كَم طَعنَةٍ لَكَ غَيرِ طائِشَةٍ
ماnot إِنemphatic particle يَكونُis لِجُرحِهاin its wound خَلَلُa flaw
ما إِن يَكونُ لِجُرحِها خَلَلُ
How many an unerring spear-thrust you have dealt,
How many a piercing thrust is there for you not random,
Whose wound is without flaw!
Which, though it would not cause death, has no cure!
فَطَعَنتَهاso you delivered it وَضَرَبتَand you struck ثانِيَةًa second blow
فَطَعَنتَها وَضَرَبتَ ثانِيَةً
أُخرىanother وَتَنزِلُand you dismount إِنif هُمُthey نَزَلواthey dismounted
أُخرى وَتَنزِلُ إِن هُمُ نَزَلوا
So you dealt that thrust and struck a second,
You pierced with it, then you struck again,
Another blow; and you dismount if they dismount.
Another, while they descend, if they should descend.
يَهَبُhe gives المَخاضَpregnant she-camels عَلىupon غَوارِبِهاtheir withers
يَهَبُ المَخاضَ عَلى غَوارِبِها
زَبَدُfoam الفُحولِthe bull camels مَعانُهاtheir grazing grounds بَقِلُgreen with herbage
زَبَدُ الفُحولِ مَعانُها بَقِلُ
He gives pregnant she-camels, upon whose withers
The parturient camel hastens with its burden,
Lies the bull camels' foam, their pastures lush.
The juice of valiant men mixed with it decreases.
وَعِشارُهاand their ten-month-pregnant cows بَعدَafter المَخاضِthe pregnant she-camels وَقَدand already
وَعِشارُها بَعدَ المَخاضِ وَقَد
صافَتthey summered وَعَمَّand spread through رِباعَهاtheir quarters النَفَلُthe clover
صافَت وَعَمَّ رِباعَها النَفَلُ
And their ten-month-pregnant cows after the other pregnant ones, once
And after parturition, when it was purified,
They have summered and clover covers their quarters.
And its sides flowed with milk, it was covered with butter.
وَإِذاand when المُجَزِّىءُthe forage-sustained camel حانَbecame due مَشرَبُهُits drinking time
وَإِذا المُجَزِّىءُ حانَ مَشرَبُهُ
عِندَat المَصيفِsummer وَسَرَّهُand delighted it النَهَلُthe first draught
عِندَ المَصيفِ وَسَرَّهُ النَهَلُ
And when the forage-sustained camel's drinking time comes
And when the weaned foal attains his time of drinking
In summer, and the first draught delights it,
In the hot weather, and his delight is the water-skin.
رَشفُsipping الذِنابِthose at the rear عَلىover جَماجِمِهاtheir heads
رَشفُ الذِنابِ عَلى جَماجِمِها
ماnot إِنemphatic particle يَكونُthere is لِحَوضِهاin their trough سَمَلُleftover water
ما إِن يَكونُ لِحَوضِها سَمَلُ
Those at the rear sip over their heads;
It drinks the contents of the water-skins in its joy,
No water is left at the bottom of their trough.
Not ceasing till its sides and its hinder-parts are wet.
Sol 6.1