هَلhave غادَرَleft الشُعَراءُthe poets مِنany مُتَرَدَّمِa breach to be patched
هَل غادَرَ الشُعَراءُ مِن مُتَرَدَّمِ
أَمor هَلhave عَرَفتَyou recognized الدارَthe dwelling بَعدَafter تَوَهُّمِconjecture
أَم هَل عَرَفتَ الدارَ بَعدَ تَوَهُّمِ
Have the poets left any breach unpatched?
Have the poets left any ruins from Tadmor?
Have the poets left a single patch of cloth to be mended? / Or did you recognize the ruins only after mere conjecture?
Or have you recognized the dwelling after conjecture?
Or have you recognized the abode after imagining it?
O abode of 'Abla at al-Jawa', speak to me! / And good morning to you, abode of 'Abla; be safe and whole.
ياO دارَdwelling of عَبلَةَ‘Abla بِالجَواءِat al-Jawa’ تَكَلَّميspeak
يا دارَ عَبلَةَ بِالجَواءِ تَكَلَّمي
وَعَميand fare well صَباحاًin the morning دارَO dwelling of عَبلَةَ‘Abla وَاِسلَميand remain safe
وَعَمي صَباحاً دارَ عَبلَةَ وَاِسلَمي
O dwelling of ‘Abla at al-Jawa’, speak!
O Abila's abode, speak with yearning,
There I halted my she-camel, vast as a high tower, / To fulfill the longing of one who lingers in memory.
Good morning, dwelling of ‘Abla, and remain safe!
And bid good morning to Abila's abode and be safe!
'Abla dwells in al-Jawa', while our people reside / In al-Hazn, al-Samman, and al-Mutathallam.
فَوَقَفتُso I halted فيهاin it ناقَتيmy she-camel وَكَأَنَّهاand as though she were
فَوَقَفتُ فيها ناقَتي وَكَأَنَّها
فَدَنٌa palace لِأَقضِيَso that I may satisfy حاجَةَthe need of المُتَلَوِّمِone who lingers
فَدَنٌ لِأَقضِيَ حاجَةَ المُتَلَوِّمِ
There I halted my she-camel, as though she were
I halted my she-camel there as if
Hail to you, O ruin whose time has long passed, / Empty and desolate since Umm al-Haytham left.
a palace, to satisfy the need of one who lingers.
She were a young, yearning doe.
She has settled in the land of the enemy, so seeking you / Has become difficult for me, O daughter of Makhram.
وَتَحُلُّand dwells عَبلَةُ‘Abla بِالجَواءِat al-Jawa’ وَأَهلُناwhile our people
وَتَحُلُّ عَبلَةُ بِالجَواءِ وَأَهلُنا
بِالحَزنِat al-Hazn فَالصَمّانِthen at al-Samman فَالمُتَثَلَّمِthen at al-Mutathallam
بِالحَزنِ فَالصَمّانِ فَالمُتَثَلَّمِ
‘Abla dwells at al-Jawa’, while our people are
Abila melts with yearning, and our people
I grew attached to her by chance, though I slay her kin— / By your father's life, this is no idle claim.
at al-Hazn, then al-Samman, then al-Mutathallam.
With sorrow, then silence, then being wrapped up.
You have surely descended—make no mistake about it— / Into the very seat of my heart, a beloved and honored guest.
حُيِّيتَmay you be greeted مِنas طَلَلٍruins تَقادَمَgrew ancient عَهدُهُtheir time
حُيِّيتَ مِن طَلَلٍ تَقادَمَ عَهدُهُ
أَقوىbecame empty وَأَقفَرَand grew deserted بَعدَafter أُمِّUmm الهَيثَمِal-Haytham
أَقوى وَأَقفَرَ بَعدَ أُمِّ الهَيثَمِ
Greetings to you, ruins whose days are long past,
I greeted ruins whose antiquity was powerful
How can I visit you, when your people have camped / At 'Unayzatayn, while ours are at al-Ghaylam?
left empty and desolate since Umm al-Haytham.
And more desolate after Umm Al-Hatham.
If you have truly resolved to depart, / Then know your camels were saddled in the dark of night.
حَلَّتshe settled بِأَرضِin the land of الزائِرينَthe enemies فَأَصبَحَتand so became
حَلَّت بِأَرضِ الزائِرينَ فَأَصبَحَت
عَسِراًdifficult عَلَيَّfor me طِلابُكِseeking you اِبنَةَdaughter of مَخرَمِMakhram
عَسِراً عَلَيَّ طِلابُكِ اِبنَةَ مَخرَمِ
She settled in the enemies' land, and so it became
It descended upon the land of visitors, so it became
Nothing startled me but the baggage-camels of her clan, / Grazing on khimkhim seeds amidst the encampment.
hard for me to seek you, daughter of Makhram.
Difficult for me, the seeker, daughter of Makram!
Among them were forty-two milk-camels, / Black as the under-feathers of a raven.
عُلِّقتُهاI fell in love with her عَرَضاًby chance وَأَقتُلُwhile I kill قَومَهاher people
عُلِّقتُها عَرَضاً وَأَقتُلُ قَومَها
زَعماًa claim لَعَمرُby the life of أَبيكَyour father لَيسَit is not بِمَزعَمِa mere claim
زَعماً لَعَمرُ أَبيكَ لَيسَ بِمَزعَمِ
I fell in love with her by chance, while killing her people—
I tied it, though it was forbidden, and killed its people
She captivates you with a mouth of distinctive, sharp teeth, / Sweet to the kiss, delicious to the taste.
a claim, by your father's life, that is no mere claim.
Supposedly - by your father's life - it is no mere claim!
It is as though a merchant’s pouch of musk / Had wafted its fragrance toward you from her mouth,
وَلَقَدand indeed نَزَلتِyou have taken فَلاso do not تَظُنّيthink غَيرَهُotherwise
وَلَقَد نَزَلتِ فَلا تَظُنّي غَيرَهُ
مِنّيwith me بِمَنزِلَةِin the position of المُحَبِّthe beloved المُكرَمِthe honored
مِنّي بِمَنزِلَةِ المُحَبِّ المُكرَمِ
You have indeed taken—think nothing otherwise—
You alighted, so think none other than me
Or like an untouched meadow, its grasses nourished / By a gentle rain, not mere traces of manure.
with me the place of one beloved and honored.
To have your station, O beloved, honored one!
Every pure, free-flowing cloud has poured upon it, / Leaving every hollow shimmering like a silver dirham.
كَيفَhow المَزارُthe visit وَقَدwhen already تَرَبَّعَspent the spring أَهلُهاher people
كَيفَ المَزارُ وَقَد تَرَبَّعَ أَهلُها
بِعُنَيزَتَينِat ‘Unayzatayn وَأَهلُناwhile our people بِالغَيلَمِat al-Ghaylam
بِعُنَيزَتَينِ وَأَهلُنا بِالغَيلَمِ
How can I visit, when her people have spent the spring
How are the graves when their people have settled
Pouring and flowing, so that every evening / The water runs over it without ceasing.
at ‘Unayzatayn, while our people are at al-Ghaylam?
With two maidservants while our people remain with the boy slaves?
The fly remains alone there, never leaving, / Humming constantly like a wine-drinker singing a tune,
إِنif كُنتِyou had أَزمَعتِresolved upon الفِراقَparting فَإِنَّماْthen it was only
إِن كُنتِ أَزمَعتِ الفِراقَ فَإِنَّماْ
زُمَّتwere haltered رِكابُكُمُyour riding camels بِلَيلٍat night مُظلِمِdark
زُمَّت رِكابُكُمُ بِلَيلٍ مُظلِمِ
If you had resolved to part, it was only
If you intend to part, then your mounts
Trilling, rubbing one leg against the other, / Like a man striking flint with a maimed arm.
in a dark night that your riding camels were haltered.
Are saddled in the dark night.
She passes her evening and morning on a soft mattress, / While I pass the night on the back of a bridled black steed.
ماnot راعَنيstartled me إِلّاexcept حَمولَةُthe baggage-camels of أَهلِهاher people
ما راعَني إِلّا حَمولَةُ أَهلِها
وَسطَamid الدِيارِthe dwellings تَسَفُّeating حَبَّthe seeds of الخِمخِمِkhimkhim
وَسطَ الدِيارِ تَسَفُّ حَبَّ الخِمخِمِ
Nothing startled me but her people's baggage-camels,
What alarmed me were only the bundles of its people
My cushion is a saddle upon a horse with stout legs, / Broad in the girth, with mighty flanks.
amid the dwellings, eating khimkhim seeds.
Amidst the abodes pouring down love of the amorous crooner.
Can a strong Shadani she-camel bear me to her abode, / One cursed with dryness, deprived of milk?
فيهاamong them اِثنَتانِtwo وَأَربَعونَand forty حَلوبَةًmilk-camels
فيها اِثنَتانِ وَأَربَعونَ حَلوبَةً
سوداًblack كَخافِيَةِlike the hidden wing-feather of الغُرابِthe raven الأَسحَمِjet-black
سوداً كَخافِيَةِ الغُرابِ الأَسحَمِ
Among them were forty-two milk-camels,
In it are two and forty waterskins
A tail-swinger after the night journey, marching proudly, / Crushing the hills with the tread of a heavy hoof.
black as the hidden wing-feather of a jet-black raven.
As black as the hidden crow, grey-necked.
As if, in the evening, she strikes the hills / With the swift feet of an ostrich, ears cropped close.
إِذwhen تَستَبيكَshe captivates you بِذيwith one possessing غُروبٍsharp tooth-edges واضِحٍbright
إِذ تَستَبيكَ بِذي غُروبٍ واضِحٍ
عَذبٍsweet مُقَبَّلُهُits kiss لَذيذِdelicious المَطعَمِin taste
عَذبٍ مُقَبَّلُهُ لَذيذِ المَطعَمِ
When she captivates you with a bright mouth of sharp-edged teeth,
As it cries with pure, clear late afternoon
The young ostriches flock to him, as herds / Of Yemeni camels flock to a barbarous, stammering herdsman.
sweet to kiss and delicious to taste.
Sweet, kissing, pleasant taste.
They follow the crown of his head, as if it were / A litter upon a bier, draped for a funeral.
وَكَأَنَّand as though فارَةَa musk-pouch of تاجِرٍa merchant بِقَسيمَةٍat Qasima
وَكَأَنَّ فارَةَ تاجِرٍ بِقَسيمَةٍ
سَبَقَتpreceded عَوارِضَهاher side-teeth إِلَيكَto you مِنَfrom الفَمِthe mouth
سَبَقَت عَوارِضَها إِلَيكَ مِنَ الفَمِ
As though a merchant's musk-pouch at Qasima
As if a merchant's carafile with anklets
Small-headed, he returns to visit his eggs in 'Ushayrah, / Like a slave with a long fur coat, ears cut off.
had reached you from her mouth before her side-teeth.
Whose bracelets reached you from the mouth.
She drank from the water of al-Duhrudayn, then swerved, / Fleeing from the watering troughs of al-Daylam.
أَوor رَوضَةًa meadow أُنُفاًfresh and ungrazed تَضَمَّنَnourished نَبتَهاits vegetation
أَو رَوضَةً أُنُفاً تَضَمَّنَ نَبتَها
غَيثٌrain قَليلُlittle الدِمنِdung لَيسَnot بِمَعلَمِmarked or known
غَيثٌ قَليلُ الدِمنِ لَيسَ بِمَعلَمِ
Or an untouched meadow, its growth nourished by
Or a garden the April rains included whose plants
As if, with her off-side, she were shying away / From a wild cat of the evening, screeching and lurking,
rain, with little dung and no known landmark.
A little rain without hail did not teach.
A predatory cat; whenever she turns her wrath upon him, / He wards her off with both paws and mouth.
جادَتshowered generously عَليهِupon it كُلُّevery بِكرٍvirgin raincloud حُرَّةٍfreely raining
جادَت عَليهِ كُلُّ بِكرٍ حُرَّةٍ
فَتَرَكنَso they left كُلَّeach قَرارَةٍhollow كَالدِرهَمِlike a dirham
فَتَرَكنَ كُلَّ قَرارَةٍ كَالدِرهَمِ
Every virgin raincloud freely showered it,
It lavished upon it each free, noble she-camel
She knelt at the edge of al-Rida', as if / She knelt upon crackling reeds, hollow and dry.
leaving each hollow like a dirham,
Leaving every small coin like a dirham.
As if thick syrup or pitch, boiled in a cauldron / Whose sides are stoked with fire,
سَحّاًpouring وَتَسكاباًand cascading فَكُلَّso every عَشِيَّةٍevening
سَحّاً وَتَسكاباً فَكُلَّ عَشِيَّةٍ
يَجريflows عَلَيهاover it الماءُthe water لَمnot يَتَصَرَّمِhas ceased
يَجري عَلَيها الماءُ لَم يَتَصَرَّمِ
pouring and cascading; every evening
Pouring down and dripping, so every evening
Oozes from the glands behind her ears—furious and bold, / Strutting like a stallion marked for the stud.
water flows over it without ceasing.
Water flows upon it, not having become stagnant.
If you lower your veil before me, know that I am / Expert at capturing the armored knight.
وَخَلاand was alone الذُبابُthe fly بِهاin it فَلَيسَso it is not بِبارِحٍleaving
وَخَلا الذُبابُ بِها فَلَيسَ بِبارِحٍ
غَرِداًsinging كَفِعلِlike the act of الشارِبِthe drinker المُتَرَنِّمِchanting
غَرِداً كَفِعلِ الشارِبِ المُتَرَنِّمِ
The fly is alone there and never leaves,
Flies buzz in it, so it has no one spending the night
Praise me for what you know of my nature, / For I am gentle to deal with, provided I am not wronged.
singing like a drinker who chants,
Warbling as the drinker, singing, does.
But if I am wronged, my retaliation is fierce, / Bitter to the taste, like the flavor of gall.
هَزِجاًhumming يَحُكُّit rubs ذِراعَهُits foreleg بِذِراعِهِagainst its other foreleg
هَزِجاً يَحُكُّ ذِراعَهُ بِذِراعِهِ
قَدحَthe spark-striking of المُكِبِّone bent over عَلىover الزِنادِfire-sticks الأَجذَمِone-handed
قَدحَ المُكِبِّ عَلى الزِنادِ الأَجذَمِ
humming, rubbing one foreleg against the other,
Jesting, scratching its forearm with its forearm,
I have drunk distinct wine when the midday heat / Settled, bought with bright, marked coin,
like a one-handed man bent over fire-sticks, striking sparks.
The cup of wine set to the short-wicked lamp.
From a yellow glass vessel, etched with lines, / Paired with a white jug held in the left hand, sealed.
تُمسيyou pass the evening وَتُصبِحُand pass the morning فَوقَupon ظَهرِthe surface of حَشِيَّةٍa cushion
تُمسي وَتُصبِحُ فَوقَ ظَهرِ حَشِيَّةٍ
وَأَبيتُwhile I spend the night فَوقَupon سَراةِthe back of أَدهَمَa black horse مُلجَمِbridled
وَأَبيتُ فَوقَ سَراةِ أَدهَمَ مُلجَمِ
You pass evening and morning upon a cushion,
You spend the evening and morning atop a saddlecloth
And when I drink, I squander my wealth, / But my honor remains intact, untouched.
while I spend the night on the back of a bridled black horse.
While I spent the night atop an unsaddled, bridled camel.
And when I sober up, I do not fall short of generosity, / As you well know my character and nobility.
وَحَشِيَّتيand my cushion سَرجٌa saddle عَلىon عَبلِthick in الشَوىlimbs
وَحَشِيَّتي سَرجٌ عَلى عَبلِ الشَوى
نَهدٍtall and strong مَراكِلُهُhis flanks نَبيلِstout at المَحزِمِthe girth
نَهدٍ مَراكِلُهُ نَبيلِ المَحزِمِ
My cushion is a saddle on a horse thick of limb,
My saddlecloth is a saddle on a high-bred she-camel
Many a husband of a beautiful woman I have left sprawled, / His shoulder muscles hissing like the lip of a camel with a cleft lip.
tall and strong, broad in his flanks and stout at the girth.
Whose straps are fine, of a superior binder.
My hands were quicker to him with a hasty thrust, / And a spray of blood like the color of dragon's blood.
هَلwill تُبلِغَنّيshe bring me to دارَهاher dwelling شَدَنِيَّةٌa Shadani she-camel
هَل تُبلِغَنّي دارَها شَدَنِيَّةٌ
لُعِنَتshe was cursed بِمَحرومِwith an udder deprived of الشَرابِmilk مُصَرَّمِdried up
لُعِنَت بِمَحرومِ الشَرابِ مُصَرَّمِ
Will a Shadani she-camel bring me to her home,
Will an ungrateful she-camel convey me to its abode
Why did you not ask the horsemen, O daughter of Malik, / If you were ignorant of what you did not know?
cursed with an udder deprived of milk and dried up?
Cursed with deprived wine, broken?
How I remain constantly upon the saddle of a swift steed, / Strong-bodied, wounded again and again by warriors.
خَطّارَةٌtail-swinging غِبَّafter السُرىnight travel زَيّافَةٌswaying in gait
خَطّارَةٌ غِبَّ السُرى زَيّافَةٌ
تَطِسُshe pounds الإِكامَthe hills بِوَخذِwith the jabs of خُفٍّa padded hoof ميثَمِhard-treading
تَطِسُ الإِكامَ بِوَخذِ خُفٍّ ميثَمِ
Swinging her tail after night travel, swaying as she strides,
A barefoot, Bedouin, Zayyafa she-camel
Sometimes he is stripped for the lance-thrust, and at others / He seeks refuge amidst the harvest of bows.
she pounds the hills with the jabs of a hard-treading foot.
Who crashes into the ankles with a Meetham shoe?
Those who witnessed the battle will tell you that I / Dive into the clamor of war but abstain from the spoils.
وَكَأَنَّماand as though تَطِسُshe pounds الإِكامَthe hills عَشِيَّةًat evening
وَكَأَنَّما تَطِسُ الإِكامَ عَشِيَّةً
بِقَريبِwith one close-set بَينَbetween المَنسِمَينِthe two toes مُصَلَّمِearless
بِقَريبِ بَينَ المَنسِمَينِ مُصَلَّمِ
As though, at evening, she trampled the hills
It's as if in the evening it crashes into the ankles
And many a heavily armed warrior, whom peers feared to face, / Neither fleeing swiftly nor surrendering,
with the close-set feet of an earless ostrich.
With something near, between the two nostrils, docked.
My hand bestowed upon him a quick thrust / With a straightened lance, hard at the joints.
تَأويflock لَهُto him قُلُصُyoung hens of النَعامِostriches كَماjust as أَوَتflocked
تَأوي لَهُ قُلُصُ النَعامِ كَما أَوَت
حِزَقٌbands يَمانِيَةٌYemeni لِأَعجَمَto a foreign speaker طِمطِمِunintelligible in speech
حِزَقٌ يَمانِيَةٌ لِأَعجَمَ طِمطِمِ
To him the young hen-ostriches flock, as flocked
It shelters the ostrich chicks as a Yemeni
I pierced his garments with a solid spear; / The noble one is not forbidden to the lance points.
Yemeni bands to a foreigner of unintelligible speech.
Old soul shelters a foreign babbler.
So I left him as carrion for the wild beasts to seize, / Gnawing on his fine fingers and his wrist.
يَتبَعنَthey follow قُلَّةَthe crown of رَأسِهِhis head وَكَأَنَّهُand as though it were
يَتبَعنَ قُلَّةَ رَأسِهِ وَكَأَنَّهُ
حِدجٌa howdah عَلىon نَعشٍa bier لَهُنَّfor them مُخَيَّمِcanopied
حِدجٌ عَلى نَعشٍ لَهُنَّ مُخَيَّمِ
They follow the crown of his head, as though it were
It follows the smallness of its head as if
And many a wearer of long chainmail—I tore its links / With my sword, from the defender of the truth, the renowned one.
a howdah on a bier, canopied for them.
A howdah upon a bier having tents.
One whose hands are nimble with gaming arrows in winter, / A teardown of wine-merchants' signs, a man blamed for generosity.
صَعلٍsmall-headed يَعودُhe revisits بِذيat Dhu العُشَيرَةِal-‘Ushayra بَيضَهُhis eggs
صَعلٍ يَعودُ بِذي العُشَيرَةِ بَيضَهُ
كَالعَبدِlike the slave ذيwearing الفَروِthe fur cloak الطَويلِlong الأَصلَمِear-cropped
كَالعَبدِ ذي الفَروِ الطَويلِ الأَصلَمِ
Small-headed, he revisits his eggs at Dhu al-‘Ushayra,
An ostrich returning at dusk to lay its eggs
When he saw that I had dismounted to face him, / He bared his molars, but not in a smile.
like an ear-cropped slave wearing a long fur cloak.
Like an Abyssinian slave of long loose hair.
My last sight of him was at the height of the day, / As if his fingers and head were dyed with indigo.
شَرِبَتshe drank بِماءِat the waters of الدُحرُضَينِal-Duhrudayn فَأَصبَحَتand so became
شَرِبَت بِماءِ الدُحرُضَينِ فَأَصبَحَت
زَوراءَturned aside تَنفِرُshunning عَنaway from حِياضِthe pools of الدَيلَمِal-Daylam
زَوراءَ تَنفِرُ عَن حِياضِ الدَيلَمِ
She drank at the waters of al-Duhrudayn, and became
It drank from Duhur well, so it became
I pierced him with the lance, then set upon him / With a sharp Indian blade of pure steel.
averse, shunning the pools of al-Daylam.
A versa who flees from the pastures of Dalam.
A hero! It was as if his clothes draped a tall tree; / He wore shoes of tanned leather, unmatched.
وَكَأَنَّماand as though تَنأىshe draws away بِجانِبِwith the side of دَفَّهاher flank الthe
وَكَأَنَّما تَنأى بِجانِبِ دَفَّها ال
وَحشِيِّouter مِنfrom هَزِجِone yowling at العَشِيِّevening مُؤَوَّمِlarge-headed
وَحشِيِّ مِن هَزِجِ العَشِيِّ مُؤَوَّمِ
As though she kept the side of her flank—the
It's as if it moves away with its side from
O gazelle of the hunt, permissible to one who owns her, / But forbidden to me—would that she were not forbidden!
outer side—away from a large-headed, evening-yowling
An unsaddled donkey's braying in the evening, distressed,
So I sent my servant-girl, saying to her: 'Go, / Spy out news of her for me, and find out.'
هِرٍa cat جَنيبٍled alongside كُلَّماwhenever عَطَفَتshe turned لَهُtoward it
هِرٍ جَنيبٍ كُلَّما عَطَفَت لَهُ
غَضَبىangry اِتَّقاهاit warded her off بِاليَدَينِwith both paws وَبِالفَمِand with the mouth
غَضَبى اِتَّقاها بِاليَدَينِ وَبِالفَمِ
cat led alongside; whenever she turned toward it,
A wild donkey, whenever she turns to it
She said: 'I saw the enemy off guard, / And the gazelle is possible for one who would shoot.'
angrily, it warded her off with paws and mouth.
It gets angry, guarding with its hands and mouth.
It was as if she turned with the neck of a doe, / A fawn of the gazelles, free and soft-lipped.
بَرَكَتshe knelt عَلىby جَنبِthe side of الرِداعِal-Rida‘ كَأَنَّمas though
بَرَكَت عَلى جَنبِ الرِداعِ كَأَنَّم
بَرَكَتshe knelt عَلىon قَصَبٍreeds أَجَشَّharsh-rattling مُهَضَّمِcrushed
بَرَكَت عَلى قَصَبٍ أَجَشَّ مُهَضَّمِ
She knelt by the side of al-Rida‘, as though
It mounted the edge like it mounted
I have been told that 'Amr is ungrateful for my favor, / And ingratitude is a sickness in the soul of the benefactor.
she knelt upon harsh-rattling, crushed reeds.
A hollow cane, consumed, compressed.
I observed my uncle’s command in the morning heat, / When lips shrink back from the gleaming teeth,
وَكأَنَّand as though رُبّاًthick fruit syrup أَوor كُحَيلاًpitch مُعقَدthickened
وَكأَنَّ رُبّاً أَو كُحَيلاً مُعقَد
حَشَّfiercely heated الوَقودُthe fuel بِهِwith it جَوانِبَthe sides of قُمقُمِa cauldron
حَشَّ الوَقودُ بِهِ جَوانِبَ قُمقُمِ
As though thickened fruit syrup or pitch,
It's as if it were a fox or a jackal, tied up,
In the thick of battle, of which the heroes / Do not complain, except by incoherent muttering.
whose cauldron's sides the fuel had fiercely heated,
The firewood piled around a cooking pot's sides.
When they shielded themselves with me against the spears, I did not recoil, / But the place of my advance became too narrow.
يَنباعُflows مِنfrom ذِفرىthe ear-root of غَضوبٍan irascible she-camel جَسرَةٍsturdy
يَنباعُ مِن ذِفرى غَضوبٍ جَسرَةٍ
زَيّافَةٍswaying in gait مِثلَlike الفَنيقِa pampered camel-stallion المُكدَمِmarked by bites
زَيّافَةٍ مِثلَ الفَنيقِ المُكدَمِ
flowed from the ear-roots of an irascible, sturdy camel,
Snarling from the nostrils of an angry, daring,
When I saw the host advancing in their multitudes, / Urging one another on, I charged without blame.
swaying in gait like a pampered stallion marked by bites.
Zayyafa, like the battered Phoenician.
They were calling 'Antara!', while the spears were like / Well-ropes sinking into the chest of my black steed.
إِنif تُغدِفيyou lower دونيbefore me القِناعَthe veil فَإِنَّنيthen indeed I
إِن تُغدِفي دوني القِناعَ فَإِنَّني
طَبٌّskilled بِأَخذِat seizing الفارِسِthe horseman المُستَلئِمِfully armored
طَبٌّ بِأَخذِ الفارِسِ المُستَلئِمِ
If you lower the veil before me, I am
If you hide the waterskin from me, then I
I continued to thrust them back with his throat / And his chest, until he was clothed in blood.
skilled at seizing a fully armored horseman.
Am content with the taking of the appeased knight.
He swerved from the fall of the lances against his chest, / And complained to me with tears and a whinny.
أَثنيpraise عَلَيَّme بِماfor what عَلِمتِyou know فَإِنَّنيfor indeed I
أَثني عَلَيَّ بِما عَلِمتِ فَإِنَّني
سَمحٌeasygoing مُخالَقَتيin my dealings إِذاwhen لَمnot أُظلَمِI am wronged
سَمحٌ مُخالَقَتي إِذا لَم أُظلَمِ
Praise me for what you know, for I am
Praise me with what you know, for I
Had he known the art of conversation, he would have complained, / And had he known speech, he would have spoken to me.
easygoing in my dealings, unless wronged.
Am forgiving when I'm not wronged,
Yet it healed my soul and cured its sickness / To hear the cry of the horsemen: 'Woe to you, Antara, advance!'
وَإِذاand when ظُلِمتُI am wronged فَإِنَّthen indeed ظُلمِيَmy retaliation باسِلٌfierce
وَإِذا ظُلِمتُ فَإِنَّ ظُلمِيَ باسِلٌ
مُرٌّbitter مَذاقَتَهُin its taste كَطَعمِlike the taste of العَلقَمِcolocynth
مُرٌّ مَذاقَتَهُ كَطَعمِ العَلقَمِ
But if I am wronged, my retaliation is fierce,
But if I'm wronged, then my wrong is grim
While the horses plunged into the soft ground, grim-faced, / Between one tall steed and another.
bitter in its flavor, like the taste of colocynth.
Bitter tasting like aloe juice.
My riding beasts are obedient wherever I wish; / My mind follows, and I drive it with a firm command.
وَلَقَدand indeed شَرِبتُI drank مِنَof المُدامَةِaged wine بَعدَماafter
وَلَقَد شَرِبتُ مِنَ المُدامَةِ بَعدَما
رَكَدَgrew still الهَواجِرُthe midday heats بِالمَشوفِfor a polished coin المُعلَمِstamped
رَكَدَ الهَواجِرُ بِالمَشوفِ المُعلَمِ
I have drunk aged wine after
I drank some wine after
I feared that I might die before the wheel of war / Had turned against the two sons of Damdam,
the midday heat had stilled, paying a polished, stamped coin,
The Pleiades set with the known rising of Canopus,
Those two who revile my honor though I have not reviled them, / Who vow to shed my blood if I do not meet them.
بِزُجاجَةٍfrom a glass صَفراءَyellow ذاتِhaving أَسِرَّةٍridges
بِزُجاجَةٍ صَفراءَ ذاتِ أَسِرَّةٍ
قُرِنَتwas paired بِأَزهَرَwith a gleaming jug فيin الشَمالِthe left hand مُفَدَّمِcloth-covered
قُرِنَت بِأَزهَرَ في الشَمالِ مُفَدَّمِ
from a yellow glass with ridges,
From a yellow bottle with a handle
If they do so, [let them know] I left their father / As carrion for the beasts and every massive vulture.
paired with a gleaming, cloth-covered jug in the left hand.
Paired with a flower at its side, bruised.
فَإِذاso when شَرِبتُI drink فَإِنَّنيthen indeed I مُستَهلِكٌlavishly spending
فَإِذا شَرِبتُ فَإِنَّني مُستَهلِكٌ
ماليmy wealth وَعِرضيwhile my honor وافِرٌintact لَمnot يُكلَمِis wounded
مالي وَعِرضي وافِرٌ لَم يُكلَمِ
When I drink, I lavishly expend
When I drink, I'm a consumer
my wealth, while my honor remains whole and unwounded.
Of my money and honor, ample, untouched.
وَإِذاand when صَحَوتُI am sober فَماthen not أُقَصِّرُI fall short عَنin نَدىًgenerosity
وَإِذا صَحَوتُ فَما أُقَصِّرُ عَن نَدىً
وَكَماand as عَلِمتِyou have known شَمائِليmy character وَتَكَرُّميand my generosity
وَكَما عَلِمتِ شَمائِلي وَتَكَرُّمي
And when sober, I never fall short in generosity;
And when I become sober, I do not neglect generosity,
my character and liberality are as you have known.
As you know my noble traits and generosity,
وَحَليلِand many a husband of غانِيَةٍa beautiful woman تَرَكتُI left مُجَدَّلsprawled
وَحَليلِ غانِيَةٍ تَرَكتُ مُجَدَّل
تَمكوwhistles فَريصَتُهُhis flank muscle كَشَدقِlike the mouth of الأَعلَمِa cleft-lipped man
تَمكو فَريصَتُهُ كَشَدقِ الأَعلَمِ
Many a beautiful woman's husband I have left sprawled,
By the divorce of a singing slave-girl I left
his flank whistling like a cleft-lipped man's mouth.
Her anklet jangling as the fox's cleft jaw.
سَبَقَتacted first يَدايَmy two hands لَهُagainst him بِعاجِلِwith a swift طَعنَةٍspear-thrust
سَبَقَت يَدايَ لَهُ بِعاجِلِ طَعنَةٍ
وَرَشاشِand the spray of نافِذَةٍa piercing wound كَلَونِlike the color of العَندَمِ‘andam red dye
وَرَشاشِ نافِذَةٍ كَلَونِ العَندَمِ
My hands forestalled him with a swift thrust,
My hands outstripped hers, striking suddenly
and the spray of a piercing wound, like the color of ‘andam dye.
With a penetrating, sprinkling blow, intense red.
هَلّاwhy not سَأَلتِyou asked الخَيلَthe cavalry ياO اِبنَةَdaughter of مالِكٍMalik
هَلّا سَأَلتِ الخَيلَ يا اِبنَةَ مالِكٍ
إِنif كُنتِyou are جاهِلَةًignorant بِماof what لَمnot تَعلَميyou have learned
إِن كُنتِ جاهِلَةً بِما لَم تَعلَمي
Why not ask the horsemen, daughter of Malik,
Why not ask the horses, O Malik's daughter,
if you are ignorant of what you have not learned?
If you are ignorant of what you do not know,
إِذwhen لاnot أَزالُI cease عَلىon رِحالَةِthe saddle of سابِحٍa swimming-gaited steed
إِذ لا أَزالُ عَلى رِحالَةِ سابِحٍ
نَهدٍtall and strong تَعاوَرُهُassail him in turn الكُماةُthe armored warriors مُكَلَّمِwounded
نَهدٍ تَعاوَرُهُ الكُماةُ مُكَلَّمِ
As I remain on the saddle of a swimming-gaited steed,
As I still ride a galloping saddle
tall and strong, wounded, whom armored warriors strike in turn,
A doe the Pleiades glance at, marked with beauty spots?
طَوراًat one time يُجَرَّدُhe is brought out لِلطِعانِfor spearing وَتارَةًand at another
طَوراً يُجَرَّدُ لِلطِعانِ وَتارَةً
يَأويhe takes shelter إِلىamong حَصدِstrong القَسِيِّbows عَرَمرَمِa vast host
يَأوي إِلى حَصدِ القَسِيِّ عَرَمرَمِ
now brought out for spearing, and now
One moment shedding clothes for spearing, another
taking shelter among a vast host of sturdy bows.
Seeking the harvest of the short, plump ear.
يُخبِركِwill tell you مَنwhoever شَهِدَwitnessed الوَقيعَةَthe battle أَنَّنيthat I
يُخبِركِ مَن شَهِدَ الوَقيعَةَ أَنَّني
أَغشىI plunge into الوَغىbattle وَأَعِفُّand I refrain عِندَat المَغنَمِthe taking of spoils
أَغشى الوَغى وَأَعِفُّ عِندَ المَغنَمِ
Whoever witnessed the battle will tell you that I
The one who witnessed the fray will tell you that I
plunge into war but abstain at the taking of spoils.
Plunge into the melée and pardon at the spoils of war,
وَمُدَجَّجٍand many an armored warrior كَرِهَdreaded الكُماةُthe champions نِزالَهُfighting him
وَمُدَجَّجٍ كَرِهَ الكُماةُ نِزالَهُ
لاnot مُمعِنٍgoing far هَرَباًin flight وَلاand not مُستَسلِمِsurrendering
لا مُمعِنٍ هَرَباً وَلا مُستَسلِمِ
Many a mail-clad warrior whose combat the champions dreaded,
A mailed warrior the Pleiades dislike fighting
neither fleeing far nor surrendering,
Neither persisting in flight nor surrendering.
جادَتbestowed generously لَهُon him كَفّيmy hand بِعاجِلِwith a swift طَعنَةٍspear-thrust
جادَت لَهُ كَفّي بِعاجِلِ طَعنَةٍ
بِمُثَقَّفٍwith a straightened spear صَدقِsound in الكُعوبِshaft-joints مُقَوَّمِmade straight
بِمُثَقَّفٍ صَدقِ الكُعوبِ مُقَوَّمِ
my hand bestowed on him a swift thrust
My hands lavished upon him a sudden deadly blow
with a straightened spear, firm of shaft-joints and true.
With a balanced, sincere-hilted Indian sword,
فَشَكَكتُso I transfixed بِالرُمحِwith the spear الأَصَمِّsolid ثِيابَهُhis garments
فَشَكَكتُ بِالرُمحِ الأَصَمِّ ثِيابَهُ
لَيسَis not الكَريمُthe nobleman عَلىbefore القَناlances بِمُحَرَّمِinviolate
لَيسَ الكَريمُ عَلى القَنا بِمُحَرَّمِ
I transfixed his garments with my solid spear;
A hero whose clothes seem to be in a saddlebag
a nobleman is no forbidden prey for lances.
Not paired like Saturday’s sandals,
فَتَرَكتُهُso I left him جَزَرَmeat for السِباعِbeasts of prey يَنُشنَهُtearing at him
فَتَرَكتُهُ جَزَرَ السِباعِ يَنُشنَهُ
يَقضِمنَthey gnaw حُسنَthe beauty of بِنانِهِhis fingers وَالمِعصَمِand the wrist
يَقضِمنَ حُسنَ بِنانِهِ وَالمِعصَمِ
I left him as meat for beasts of prey that tore at him,
O ewe, what hunting of one made sacred to me
gnawing his fair fingers and his wrist.
And forbidden to me - would that she were not forbidden!
وَمِشَكِّand a breast clad in سابِغَةٍfull-length mail هَتَكتُI tore open فُروجَهاits gaps
وَمِشَكِّ سابِغَةٍ هَتَكتُ فُروجَها
بِالسَيفِwith the sword عَنoff حاميa defender of الحَقيقَةِwhat must be protected مُعلِمِbearing battle insignia
بِالسَيفِ عَن حامي الحَقيقَةِ مُعلِمِ
Many a breast in ample mail—its gaps I tore wide
So I sent my slave girl and said to her, “Go
with my sword, off a marked defender of his honor,
And find out news of her for me and know!”
رَبِذٍswift يَداهُhis two hands بِالقِداحِwith gambling arrows إِذاwhen شَتاwinter came
رَبِذٍ يَداهُ بِالقِداحِ إِذا شَتا
هَتّاكِa frequent tearer of غاياتِthe banners of التِجارِmerchants مُلَوَّمِmuch reproached
هَتّاكِ غاياتِ التِجارِ مُلَوَّمِ
his hands swift with gambling arrows in winter,
She said, “I saw among the enemies a lamb,
tearing down merchants' banners, much reproached.
And the ewe is attainable by one who covets.”
لَمّاwhen رَآنيhe saw me قَدalready نَزَلتُI had dismounted أُريدُهُseeking him
لَمّا رَآني قَد نَزَلتُ أُريدُهُ
أَبدىhe bared نَواجِذَهُhis back teeth لِغَيرِnot for تَبَسُّمِsmiling
أَبدى نَواجِذَهُ لِغَيرِ تَبَسُّمِ
When he saw me dismount to seek him,
I warned ‘Amr, ungrateful for my bounty,
he bared his back teeth, not in a smile.
And ingratitude corrupts the soul of the benefactor.
عَهديmy recollection بِهِof him مَدَّthroughout النَهارِthe day كَأَنَّماas though
عَهدي بِهِ مَدَّ النَهارِ كَأَنَّما
خُضِبَwere dyed البَنانُthe fingers وَرَأسُهُand his head بِالعِظلِمِwith ‘izlim dye
خُضِبَ البَنانُ وَرَأسُهُ بِالعِظلِمِ
I remember him through the long day, as though
I remembered my uncle’s bequest at dawn
his fingers and head were dyed with ‘izlim.
As the lips contracted from the clear mouth,
فَطَعَنتُهُso I stabbed him بِالرُمحِwith the spear ثُمَّthen عَلَوتُهُI struck him from above
فَطَعَنتُهُ بِالرُمحِ ثُمَّ عَلَوتُهُ
بِمُهَنَّدٍwith an Indian blade صافيpure in الحَديدَةِsteel مِخذَمِkeenly cutting
بِمُهَنَّدٍ صافي الحَديدَةِ مِخذَمِ
I struck him with the spear, then struck down on him
In the fervor of war which the champions do not complain of
with an Indian blade, pure of steel and slicing keenly:
Its tribulations other than with moans.
بَطَلٍa hero كَأَنَّas though ثِيابَهُhis garments فيon سَرحَةٍa great tree
بَطَلٍ كَأَنَّ ثِيابَهُ في سَرحَةٍ
يُحذىhe is shod with نِعالَsandals of السِبتِtanned leather لَيسَnot بِتَوأَمِa twin
يُحذى نِعالَ السِبتِ لَيسَ بِتَوأَمِ
a hero whose clothes seemed hung upon a great tree,
When they avoid me with sharp tongues, I do not worry
shod in tanned-hide sandals, and no twin.
About them, but I am troubled by my vanguard being constrained
ياO شاةَdoe ماwhat a قَنَصٍquarry لِمَنfor whoever حَلَّتshe is lawful لَهُto him
يا شاةَ ما قَنَصٍ لِمَن حَلَّت لَهُ
حَرُمَتshe was forbidden عَلَيَّto me وَلَيتَهاand would that she لَمnot تَحرُمِwere forbidden
حَرُمَت عَلَيَّ وَلَيتَها لَم تَحرُمِ
O doe, what a quarry for one to whom she is lawful!
When I saw the people approaching, their group
Forbidden to me—would that she were not!
Whispering, I turned away without being blamed.
فَبَعَثتُso I sent جارِيَتيmy maid فَقُلتُand I said لَهاto her اِذهَبيgo
فَبَعَثتُ جارِيَتي فَقُلتُ لَها اِذهَبي
فَتَجَسَّسيthen investigate أَخبارَهاnews of her لِيَfor me وَاِعلَميand find out
فَتَجَسَّسي أَخبارَها لِيَ وَاِعلَمي
I sent my maid and told her, 'Go,
They call upon ‘Antar while the spears are like
and seek out news of her for me, and find out.'
The poles of a well in the whiteness of the dark.
قالَتshe said رَأَيتُI saw مِنَamong الأَعاديthe enemies غِرَّةًunguardedness
قالَت رَأَيتُ مِنَ الأَعادي غِرَّةً
وَالشاةُand the doe مُمكِنَةٌis within reach لِمَنfor one who هُوَhe مُرتَمِshoots arrows
وَالشاةُ مُمكِنَةٌ لِمَن هُوَ مُرتَمِ
She said, 'I found the enemies off their guard,
My steeds are docile wherever I desire, accompanying me.
and the doe within reach of an archer.'
I spur them on with a resolute command.
وَكَأَنَّماand as though اِلتَفَتَتshe turned بِجيدِwith the neck of جَدايَةٍa young doe
وَكَأَنَّما اِلتَفَتَت بِجيدِ جَدايَةٍ
رَشإٍa gazelle-fawn مِنَamong الغِزلانِthe gazelles حُرٍّfine-bred أَرثَمِwhite on the upper lip
رَشإٍ مِنَ الغِزلانِ حُرٍّ أَرثَمِ
As though she turned with the neck of a young doe,
I feared that I would die and you would not know
a fine gazelle-fawn, white about the upper lip.
The vicissitudes of war upon my two sons, pressed together.
نِبِّئتُI was told عَمرواً‘Amr غَيرَnot شاكِرِgrateful for نِعمَتيmy kindness
نِبِّئتُ عَمرواً غَيرَ شاكِرِ نِعمَتي
وَالكُفرُand ingratitude مَخبَثَةٌembittering لَنَفسِto the soul of المُنعِمِthe benefactor
وَالكُفرُ مَخبَثَةٌ لَنَفسِ المُنعِمِ
I have been told that ‘Amr is ungrateful for my kindness;
Those who insult me I do not insult,
ingratitude embitters the benefactor's soul.
And those who threaten me if I do not meet them with my blood,
وَلَقَدand indeed حَفِظتُI kept وَصاةَthe counsel of عَمّيmy uncle بِالضُحىat forenoon
وَلَقَد حَفِظتُ وَصاةَ عَمّي بِالضُحى
إِذwhen تَقلِصُdraw back الشَفَتانِthe two lips عَنfrom وَضَحِthe whiteness of الفَمِthe mouth
إِذ تَقلِصُ الشَفَتانِ عَن وَضَحِ الفَمِ
Indeed I kept my uncle's counsel at forenoon,
If they do so, I have left their father
when lips draw back from the mouth's white teeth,
Prey for beasts and every vulture, shearer.
فيin حَومَةِthe thick of الحَربِthe war الَّتيwhich لاnot تَشتَكيlament
في حَومَةِ الحَربِ الَّتي لا تَشتَكي
غَمَراتِهاits engulfing perils الأَبطالُthe heroes غَيرَexcept تَغَمغُمِmuffled groaning
غَمَراتِها الأَبطالُ غَيرَ تَغَمغُمِ
in the heart of the battle, whose
engulfing perils heroes lament only in muffled groans.
إِذwhen يَتَّقونَthey shield themselves from بِيَwith me الأَسِنَّةَthe spearheads لَمnot أَخِمI recoil
إِذ يَتَّقونَ بِيَ الأَسِنَّةَ لَم أَخِم
عَنهاfrom them وَلَكِنّيbut as for me تَضايَقَbecame cramped مُقدَميmy advance
عَنها وَلَكِنّي تَضايَقَ مُقدَمي
When they shielded themselves from spearheads behind me, I did not recoil
from them, but my path of advance grew cramped.
لَمّاwhen رَأَيتُI saw القَومَthe enemy أَقبَلَadvancing جَمعُهُمtheir whole host
لَمّا رَأَيتُ القَومَ أَقبَلَ جَمعُهُم
يَتَذامَرونَurging one another on كَرَرتُI charged غَيرَnot مُذَمَّمِreproached
يَتَذامَرونَ كَرَرتُ غَيرَ مُذَمَّمِ
When I saw the enemy's whole host advancing,
urging one another on, I charged, without reproach.
يَدعونَthey call عَنتَرَ‘Antar وَالرِماحُwhile the spears كَأَنَّهاas though they were
يَدعونَ عَنتَرَ وَالرِماحُ كَأَنَّها
أَشطانُropes of بِئرٍa well فيin لَبانِthe breast of الأَدهَمِthe black horse
أَشطانُ بِئرٍ في لَبانِ الأَدهَمِ
They called, '‘Antar!' while the spears were like
well-ropes in the black horse's breast.
ماnot زِلتُI ceased أَرميهِمcharging at them بِثُغرَةِwith the hollow of نَحرِهِhis throat
ما زِلتُ أَرميهِم بِثُغرَةِ نَحرِهِ
وَلَبانِهِand his breast حَتّىuntil تَسَربَلَhe became clothed بِالدَمِin blood
وَلَبانِهِ حَتّى تَسَربَلَ بِالدَمِ
I kept charging them with the hollow of his throat
and his breast, until he was clothed in blood.
فَاِزوَرَّso he swerved مِنfrom وَقعِthe blows of القَناlances بِلَبانِهِagainst his breast
فَاِزوَرَّ مِن وَقعِ القَنا بِلَبانِهِ
وَشَكاand he complained إِلَيَّto me بِعَبرَةٍwith a tear وَتَحَمحُمِand a whinny
وَشَكا إِلَيَّ بِعَبرَةٍ وَتَحَمحُمِ
He swerved from the blows of the spears against his breast,
and complained to me with a tear and a whinny.
لَوif كانَhe had been يَدريknowing ماwhat المُحاوَرَةُconversation is اِشتَكىhe would complain
لَو كانَ يَدري ما المُحاوَرَةُ اِشتَكى
وَلَكانَand he would have been لَوif عَلِمَhe knew الكَلامَspeech مُكَلِّميspeaking to me
وَلَكانَ لَو عَلِمَ الكَلامَ مُكَلِّمي
Had he known how to converse, he would have complained;
had he known speech, he would have spoken to me.
وَلَقَدand indeed شَفىhealed نَفسيmy soul وَأَذهَبَand removed سُقمَهاits sickness
وَلَقَد شَفى نَفسي وَأَذهَبَ سُقمَها
قيلُthe cry of الفَوارِسِthe horsemen وَيكَcome on, you! عَنتَرَ‘Antar أَقدِمِadvance!
قيلُ الفَوارِسِ وَيكَ عَنتَرَ أَقدِمِ
What healed my soul and drove away its sickness
was the horsemen's cry, 'Come on, ‘Antar, advance!'
وَالخَيلُand the horses تَقتَحِمُplunge into الخَبارَsoft ground عَوابِساًscowling
وَالخَيلُ تَقتَحِمُ الخَبارَ عَوابِساً
مِنfrom بَينِamong شَيظَمَةٍa tall mare وَآخَرَand another شَيظَمِtall stallion
مِن بَينِ شَيظَمَةٍ وَآخَرَ شَيظَمِ
The horses plunge into soft ground, scowling,
among them a tall mare and another tall stallion.
ذُلُلٌdocile رِكابيmy riding camels حَيثُwherever شِئتُI wish مُشايِعيmy companion
ذُلُلٌ رِكابي حَيثُ شِئتُ مُشايِعي
لُبّيmy reason وَأَحفِزُهُand I spur it بِأَمرٍwith a resolve مُبرَمِfirmly settled
لُبّي وَأَحفِزُهُ بِأَمرٍ مُبرَمِ
My riding camels are docile wherever I wish; my companion is
my reason, which I spur with a firmly settled purpose.
وَلَقَدand indeed خَشيتُI feared بِأَنthat أَموتَI might die وَلَمwhile not yet تَدُرhad turned
وَلَقَد خَشيتُ بِأَن أَموتَ وَلَم تَدُر
لِلحَربِfor war دائِرَةٌa turn of fortune عَلىagainst اِبنَيthe two sons of ضَمضَمِDamdam
لِلحَربِ دائِرَةٌ عَلى اِبنَي ضَمضَمِ
I feared I might die before
war's wheel had turned against the two sons of Damdam,
الشاتِمَيthe two who insult عِرضيmy honor وَلَمthough not أَشتِمهُمI insulted them
الشاتِمَي عِرضي وَلَم أَشتِمهُم
وَالناذِرَينِand the two who vow إِذاwhen لَمnot اَلقَهُماI meet them both دَميmy blood
وَالناذِرَينِ إِذا لَم اَلقَهُما دَمي
who insult my honor though I have not insulted them,
and vow my blood when I am not there to face them.
إِنif يَفعَلاthey both do so فَلَقَدthen indeed تَرَكتُI left أَباهُمtheir father
إِن يَفعَلا فَلَقَد تَرَكتُ أَباهُم
جَزَرَmeat for السِباعِbeasts of prey وَكُلِّand every نَسرٍvulture قَشعَمِaged
جَزَرَ السِباعِ وَكُلِّ نَسرٍ قَشعَمِ
If they do so, I have already left their father
as meat for beasts of prey and every aged vulture.
Partial English translation: 124 of 150 Arabic lines translated.
Partial English translation: 75 of 150 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1