ذَكَرتُI recalled صَبابَتيmy ardent longing مِنfrom بَعدِafter حينِa time
ذَكَرتُ صَبابَتي مِن بَعدِ حينِ
فَعادَso returned لِيَto me القَديمُthe old مِنَof الجُنونِmadness
فَعادَ لِيَ القَديمُ مِنَ الجُنونِ
I recalled my ardent longing after a time,
I recalled my youth after a time
so my old madness returned to me.
So my past madness returned to me
وَحَنَّand yearned إِلىtoward الحِجازِthe Hijaz القَلبُthe heart مِنّيof mine
وَحَنَّ إِلى الحِجازِ القَلبُ مِنّي
فَهاجَso surged غَرامُهُits passion بَعدَafter السُكونِstillness
فَهاجَ غَرامُهُ بَعدَ السُكونِ
And my heart yearned for the Hijaz,
And my heart yearned for the Hijaz
so its passion surged after stillness.
So its passion was stirred after tranquility
أَيَطلُبُdo they seek? عَبلَةًAbla مِنّيfrom me رِجالٌmen
أَيَطلُبُ عَبلَةً مِنّي رِجالٌ
أَقَلُّthe least الناسِof all people عِلماًin knowledge بِاليَقينِof certainty
أَقَلُّ الناسِ عِلماً بِاليَقينِ
Do men seek Abla from me—
Does a man seek virtue from me
the least knowledgeable of all people about the truth?
When I have little knowledge of certainty?
رُوَيداًwait إِنَّindeed أَفعاليmy deeds خُطوبٌcalamities
رُوَيداً إِنَّ أَفعالي خُطوبٌ
تَشيبُturn gray لِهَولِهاat their horror روسُheads القُرونِof the generations
تَشيبُ لِهَولِها روسُ القُرونِ
Wait! My deeds are calamities
Gently! My deeds are serious matters
whose horror turns the heads of generations gray.
That make the heads of centuries turn gray
فَكَمfor how many a لَيلٍnight رَكِبتُI rode بِهِduring it جَواداًa noble steed
فَكَم لَيلٍ رَكِبتُ بِهِ جَواداً
وَقَدand already أَصبَحتُI was at dawn فيin حِصنٍa stronghold حَصينِwell-fortified
وَقَد أَصبَحتُ في حِصنٍ حَصينِ
For many a night I rode a noble steed,
How many a night have I ridden a steed
and by morning I was in a well-fortified stronghold.
And by morning found myself in a mighty fortress
وَنادانيand called to me عِنانٌa rein فيin شِماليmy left hand
وَناداني عِنانٌ في شِمالي
وَعاتَبَنيand reproached me حُسامٌa sharp sword فيin يَمينيmy right hand
وَعاتَبَني حُسامٌ في يَميني
And a rein in my left hand called to me,
With my rein calling to me from my left
and a sharp sword in my right hand reproached me.
And my sword blaming me on my right
أَيَأخُذُwill he take? عَبلَةًAbla وَغدٌa wretch ذَميمٌcontemptible
أَيَأخُذُ عَبلَةً وَغدٌ ذَميمٌ
وَيَحظىand be favored بِالغِنىwith affluence وَالمالِand wealth دونيinstead of me
وَيَحظى بِالغِنى وَالمالِ دوني
Shall a contemptible wretch take Abla,
Should another take virtue while tomorrow is vile
and enjoy affluence and wealth instead of me?
And enjoy wealth and possessions without me?
فَكَمfor how often يَشكوcomplains كَريمٌa noble man مِنof لَئيمٍa base man
فَكَم يَشكو كَريمٌ مِن لَئيمٍ
وَكَمand how much يَلقىendures هِجانٌa purebred مِنfrom هَجينِa mongrel
وَكَم يَلقى هِجانٌ مِن هَجينِ
For how often a noble man complains of a base one,
How much does a noble one complain of an ignoble one
and how much a purebred endures from a mongrel!
And how much does the pure suffer from the impure?
وَماand did not وَجَدَfind الأَعاديthe enemies فِيَّin me عَيباًa fault
وَما وَجَدَ الأَعادي فِيَّ عَيباً
فَعابونيso they faulted me بِلَونٍfor a color فيin العُيونِthe eyes
فَعابوني بِلَونٍ في العُيونِ
And my enemies found no fault in me,
And my enemies found no fault in me
so they faulted me for a color visible to the eyes.
Yet blamed me for the color of my eyes
وَماand not ليfor me فيin الشَدائِدِhardships مِنany مُعينٍhelper
وَما لي في الشَدائِدِ مِن مُعينٍ
سِوىexcept قَيسَQays الَّذيwho مِنهُfrom him يَقينيmy assurance
سِوى قَيسَ الَّذي مِنهُ يَقيني
And in hardships I have no helper
In adversities, I have no helper
except Qays, from whom comes my assurance.
Other than Qays in whom is my certainty
كَريمٌa generous man فيin النَوائِبِcalamities أَرتَجيهِI place my hope in him
كَريمٌ في النَوائِبِ أَرتَجيهِ
كَماjust as هُوَhe لِلمَعامِعِfor fierce battles يَصطَفينيchooses me
كَما هُوَ لِلمَعامِعِ يَصطَفيني
A generous man I look to in calamities,
Noble in calamities, I hope in him
just as he chooses me for fierce battles.
Just as he chooses me for noble deeds
لَقَدindeed أَضحىhas become مَتيناًstrong حَبلُthe rope راجٍof one who hopes
لَقَد أَضحى مَتيناً حَبلُ راجٍ
تَمَسَّكَheld fast مِنهُfrom him بِالحَبلِto the rope المَتينِfirm
تَمَسَّكَ مِنهُ بِالحَبلِ المَتينِ
Indeed, the rope of one who hopes has grown strong,
Indeed, the rope of the sheltering one has grown firm
who has held fast to his firm rope.
I clung to the strong rope
مِنَof القَومِthe people الكِرامِthe noble وَهُمand they شُموسٌsuns
مِنَ القَومِ الكِرامِ وَهُم شُموسٌ
وَلَكِنand yet لاnot تُوارىare veiled بِالدُجونِby gloom
وَلَكِن لا تُوارى بِالدُجونِ
He is of a noble people, and they are suns,
Of the generous folk, and they are suns
yet they are not veiled by gloom.
Though they do not disappear in darkness
إِذاwhen شَهِدواthey attend هِياجاًa battle قُلتَyou would say أُسدٌlions
إِذا شَهِدوا هِياجاً قُلتَ أُسدٌ
مِنَof السُمرِthe dusky spears الذَوابِلِthe slender ones فيin عَرينِa lair
مِنَ السُمرِ الذَوابِلِ في عَرينِ
When they enter battle, you would say they are lions,
When they witness passion, you say "A lion
in a lair of dusky, slender spears.
Of the slim lionesses in a den"
أَياO مَلِكاًking حَوىhas attained رُتَبَthe ranks المَعاليof lofty honors
أَيا مَلِكاً حَوى رُتَبَ المَعالي
إِلَيكَto you قَدِindeed اِلتَجَأتُI sought refuge فَكُنso be مُعينيmy helper
إِلَيكَ قَدِ اِلتَجَأتُ فَكُن مُعيني
O king who has attained the ranks of lofty honor,
O king who has attained the highest degrees
to you I have turned for refuge; so be my helper.
To you I have fled, so be my helper
حَلَلتَyou have settled مِنَof السَعادَةِgood fortune فيin مَكانٍa place
حَلَلتَ مِنَ السَعادَةِ في مَكانٍ
رَفيعِlofty القَدرِin rank مُنقَطِعِwithout القَرينِa peer
رَفيعِ القَدرِ مُنقَطِعِ القَرينِ
You have settled in a place of good fortune,
You have detached yourself from good fortune
lofty in rank and without a peer.
In a lofty, peerless place
فَمَنso whoever عاداكَopposes you فيin ذُلٍّhumiliation شَديدٍsevere
فَمَن عاداكَ في ذُلٍّ شَديدٍ
وَمَنand whoever والاكَis loyal to you فيin عِزٍّhonor مُبينِmanifest
وَمَن والاكَ في عِزٍّ مُبينِ
So whoever opposes you is in deep humiliation,
So one who opposes you is in severe humiliation
and whoever is loyal to you is in manifest honor.
And one who supports you, in clear honor
Sol 6.1