نَأَتكَhas gone far from you رَقاشِRaqash إِلّاexcept عَنfor لِمامِfleeting visits
نَأَتكَ رَقاشِ إِلّا عَن لِمامِ
وَأَمسىand has become حَبلُهاher cord خَلَقَworn-out الرِمامِrotting remnants
وَأَمسى حَبلُها خَلَقَ الرِمامِ
Raqash has gone far from you, save for fleeting visits,
We came to you bearing only the banners,
and her cord has become a worn-out, rotting remnant.
While its ropes were knotted by the dew,
وَماand what use is ذِكرىremembering رَقاشِRaqash إِذاwhen اِستَقَرَّتshe has settled
وَما ذِكرى رَقاشِ إِذا اِستَقَرَّت
لَدىbeside الطَرفاءِthe tamarisks عِندَnear اِبنَيthe two sons (peaks) of شَمامِShamam
لَدى الطَرفاءِ عِندَ اِبنَي شَمامِ
And what use is remembering Raqash, when she has settled
And the memory of bearing the banners was not recalled
by the tamarisks, near Shamam's twin peaks?
In the abodes of Ibn Shamam.
وَمَسكِنُand the dwelling of أَهلَهاher people مِنwithin بَطنِthe hollow of جَزعٍa valley bend
وَمَسكِنُ أَهلَها مِن بَطنِ جَزعٍ
تَبيضُlay eggs بِهِin it مَصايِيفُsummer-breeding birds الحَمامِthe doves
تَبيضُ بِهِ مَصايِيفُ الحَمامِ
And her people's dwelling lies in the hollow of a valley bend,
The dwelling of its people is the belly of a tree trunk
where the summer-breeding doves lay their eggs.
Where doves nest white as the pigeons.
وَقَفتُI halted وَصُحبَتيand my companions بِأُرَينَباتٍat Uraynabat
وَقَفتُ وَصُحبَتي بِأُرَينَباتٍ
عَلىon أَقتادِsaddle-frames of عوجٍlean camels كَالسَمامِlike swifts
عَلى أَقتادِ عوجٍ كَالسَمامِ
My companions and I halted at Uraynabat,
My friends and I stood at jujube trees
on the saddle-frames of lean camels, like swifts.
On curved branches like hooks.
فَقُلتُso I said تَبَيَّنواlook closely, all of you ظُعُناًwomen's camel-litters أَراهاI see them
فَقُلتُ تَبَيَّنوا ظُعُناً أَراها
تَحُلُّthey alight شُواحِطاًdistant places جُنحَat the onset of الظَلامِdarkness
تَحُلُّ شُواحِطاً جُنحَ الظَلامِ
So I said: Look closely at the women's litters I see,
So I said to them, look for the grouse I see
alighting far away at the onset of darkness.
Perching at dusk, the wings of darkness.
لَقَدindeed مَنَّتكَfed you hopes نَفسُكَyour soul يَومَon the day at قَوٍّQaww
لَقَد مَنَّتكَ نَفسُكَ يَومَ قَوٍّ
أَحاديثَfancies of الفُؤادِthe heart المُستَهامِdistraught with love
أَحاديثَ الفُؤادِ المُستَهامِ
Truly, on the day at Qaww your soul beguiled you
Indeed your soul has granted you favors one day of strength,
with the fancies of a heart distraught with love.
Discussions of the infatuated heart,
وَقَدand indeed كَذَبَتكَhas lied to you نَفسُكَyour soul فَاِكذَبَنهاso surely disbelieve it
وَقَد كَذَبَتكَ نَفسُكَ فَاِكذَبَنها
لِماbecause of what مَنَّتكَfed you hopes تَغريراًdeceitfully قَطامِQatam
لِما مَنَّتكَ تَغريراً قَطامِ
And your soul has lied to you; give it the lie,
And your soul has lied to you, so lie to it
for Qatam fed you hopes deceitfully.
For as much as it favored you, a harmful deceit.
وَمُرقِصَةٍand a jolting she-camel رَدَدتُI drove back الخَيلَthe horses عَنهاaway from her
وَمُرقِصَةٍ رَدَدتُ الخَيلَ عَنها
وَقَدand already هَمَّتshe was about بِإِلقاءِto cast away الزَمامِthe rein
وَقَد هَمَّت بِإِلقاءِ الزَمامِ
And from a jolting she-camel I drove the horses back,
And to a dancer I pulled back the horses from her
while she was about to cast away her rein.
When she intended to throw off the reins.
فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her اِقصِريhold back مِنهُfrom it وَسيريand go on
فَقُلتُ لَها اِقصِري مِنهُ وَسيري
وَقَدand already عَلِقَhad caught الرَجائِزُthe howdah counterweights بِالخِدامِon the ankle-straps
وَقَد عَلِقَ الرَجائِزُ بِالخِدامِ
So I told her: Curb that haste, and go on,
So I said to her, shorten your way and walk on,
while the howdah counterweights caught on the ankle-straps.
For the litters are hung on the servants.
وَخَيلٍand horses تَحمِلُcarry الأَبطالَthe champions شُعثshaggy
وَخَيلٍ تَحمِلُ الأَبطالَ شُعث
غَداةَon the morning of الرَوعِbattle-terror أَمثالَlike السِهامِarrows
غَداةَ الرَوعِ أَمثالَ السِهامِ
And shaggy horses bear champions,
And horses carrying heroes disheveled
on the morning of terror, like arrows—
On the morrow of fright like arrows.
عَناجيجٍlong-necked steeds تَخُبُّthey trot عَلىon رَحاهاtheir hooves
عَناجيجٍ تَخُبُّ عَلى رَحاها
تُثيرُthey stir up النَقعَthe dust بِالمَوتِwith death الزُؤامِswift and terrible
تُثيرُ النَقعَ بِالمَوتِ الزُؤامِ
long-necked steeds trotting on their hooves,
Hens taking cover over their eggs
stirring up dust with swift, terrible death,
Stirring the brooding with the death wail.
إِلىtoward خَيلٍhorses مُسَوَّمَةٍdistinctively marked عَلَيهاupon them
إِلى خَيلٍ مُسَوَّمَةٍ عَلَيها
حُماةُdefenders الرَوعِbattle-terror فيin رَهَجِswirling clouds of القَتامِdark dust
حُماةُ الرَوعِ في رَهَجِ القَتامِ
toward marked horses, mounted by
To horses marked upon which are
battle's defenders amid swirling clouds of dark dust.
The brave in the gloom of darkness.
عَلَيهاupon them كُلَّevery جَبّارٍmighty warrior عَنيدٍunyielding
عَلَيها كُلَّ جَبّارٍ عَنيدٍ
إِلىfor شُربِdrinking الدِماءِblood تَراهُyou see him ظاميthirsty
إِلى شُربِ الدِماءِ تَراهُ ظامي
Upon them rides every mighty, unyielding warrior,
On them every stubborn tyrant
whom you see thirsting to drink blood.
Is seen flocking to drink blood,
بِأَيديهِمin their hands مُهَنَّدَةٌIndian-steel swords وَسُمرٌand brown spears
بِأَيديهِم مُهَنَّدَةٌ وَسُمرٌ
كَأَنَّas though ظُباتِهاtheir sharp edges شُعَلُflames of الضِرامِblazing fire
كَأَنَّ ظُباتِها شُعَلُ الضِرامِ
In their hands are Indian-steel swords and brown spears,
In their hands Indian swords and spears
as though their edges were flames of blazing fire.
As if their poles are flames of fire.
فَجاؤواso they came عارِضاًa cloud-bank بَرداًcold وَجِئناand we came
فَجاؤوا عارِضاً بَرداً وَجِئنا
حَريقاًa fire فيin غَريفٍa dense thicket ذيpossessing ضِرامِflames
حَريقاً في غَريفٍ ذي ضِرامِ
So they came as a cold cloud, and we came
So they came challenging with coolness while we came
as a fire in a thicket full of flame.
Ablaze in a valley having flames.
وَأَسكِتand silence كُلَّevery صَوتٍsound غَيرِexcept ضَربٍblows
وَأَسكِت كُلَّ صَوتٍ غَيرِ ضَربٍ
وَعَترَسَةٍand fierce grappling وَمَرمِيٍّand one shot at وَراميand an archer
وَعَترَسَةٍ وَمَرمِيٍّ وَرامي
And silence every sound but blows,
And I silenced every voice but the striking,
and fierce grappling, and those shot at and those shooting.
The stabbing and the throwing and the shooting,
وَزَعتُI checked رَعيلَهاtheir vanguard بِالرُمحِwith the spear شَذراًscattered
وَزَعتُ رَعيلَها بِالرُمحِ شَذراً
عَلىon رَبِذٍa fleet steed كَسِرحانِlike a wolf of الظَلامِthe darkness
عَلى رَبِذٍ كَسِرحانِ الظَلامِ
I checked their vanguard with the spear, scattering it,
And I scattered their regiments with the spear in particles
on a fleet steed like a wolf in the darkness.
Upon meadows like the expanse of darkness.
أَكُرُّI charge back عَلَيهِمُagainst them مُهريmy colt كَليماًwounded
أَكُرُّ عَلَيهِمُ مُهري كَليماً
قَلائِدُهُhis necklaces سَبائِبُflowing tresses كَالقِرامِlike a patterned curtain
قَلائِدُهُ سَبائِبُ كَالقِرامِ
I wheel my wounded colt back against them;
I attack them driving my tame horse
his necklaces are flowing tresses, like a patterned curtain.
Its necklaces the braids like tar.
إِذاwhen شَكَّتare transfixed بِنافِذَةٍby a piercing thrust يَداهُhis two forelegs
إِذا شَكَّت بِنافِذَةٍ يَداهُ
تَعَرَّضَhe stands exposed مَوقِفاًin a position ضَنكَcramped المُقامِfor standing
تَعَرَّضَ مَوقِفاً ضَنكَ المُقامِ
When his forelegs are transfixed by a piercing thrust,
If it pierces with a fang its hands
he stands exposed in a cramped position.
It meets head-on, hard of stance.
كَأَنَّas though دُفوفَthe flanks مَرجِعِthe backward reach of مِرفَقَيهِhis two elbows
كَأَنَّ دُفوفَ مَرجِعِ مِرفَقَيهِ
تَوارَثَهاinherited them in turn مَنازيعُthe shooters of السِهامِarrows
تَوارَثَها مَنازيعُ السِهامِ
As though the flanks where his elbows swing back
As if the ranks of the return of its elbows
were inherited by one archer after another.
Inherited them the axes of arrows.
تَقَدَّمَhe advanced وَهوَwhile he was مُضطَمِرٌlean-bellied مُضِرٌّpressing hard
تَقَدَّمَ وَهوَ مُضطَمِرٌ مُضِرٌّ
بِقارِحِهِwith his permanent tooth عَلىagainst فَأسِthe iron bar of اللِجامِthe bridle
بِقارِحِهِ عَلى فَأسِ اللِجامِ
He advanced, lean-bellied, pressing hard
It advanced while it was concealing and harming
with his permanent tooth against the bridle's iron bar.
Its opponent with the axe of resolution.
يُقَدِّمُهُdrives him forward فَتىًa youth مِنfrom خَيرِthe noblest of عَبسٍAbs
يُقَدِّمُهُ فَتىً مِن خَيرِ عَبسٍ
أَبوهُhis father وَأُمُّهُand his mother مِنfrom آلِthe lineage of حامِHam
أَبوهُ وَأُمُّهُ مِن آلِ حامِ
A youth drives him forward; among the noblest of Abs
A young man from the best lineage of Abs leads it
is his father, and his mother is of Ham's line:
Whose father and mother are from Ham's clan.
عَجوزٌan old woman مِنfrom بَنيthe descendants of حامِHam بنِson of نوحٍNoah
عَجوزٌ مِن بَني حامِ بنِ نوحٍ
كَأَنَّas though جَبينَهاher brow حَجَرُthe stone of المَقامِthe Maqam (Station)
كَأَنَّ جَبينَها حَجَرُ المَقامِ
an old woman of the descendants of Ham, son of Noah,
An old woman from the clan of Ham son of Noah
as though her brow were the stone of the Maqam.
As if her forehead is the rock of resolve.
Sol 6.1