أَرىI see ليfor me كُلَّevery يَومٍday مَعwith زَمانيmy time
أَرى لي كُلَّ يَومٍ مَع زَماني
عِتاباًreproach فيin البِعادِdistance وَفيand in التَدانيnearness
عِتاباً في البِعادِ وَفي التَداني
Each day I find, between myself and Time,
I see every day as time passes
Reproach, in distance and in nearness.
Reproach in distance and in nearness
يُريدُit seeks مَذَلَّتيmy abasement وَيَدورُand circles هَوليmy dread
يُريدُ مَذَلَّتي وَيَدورُ هَولي
بِجَيشِwith an army of النائِباتِcalamities إِذاwhen رَآنيit sees me
بِجَيشِ النائِباتِ إِذا رَآني
It seeks my abasement, and my dread wheels round,
It wants my humiliation and makes me anxious
With an army of calamities whenever it sees me.
With the army of misfortunes when it sees me
كَأَنّيas though I قَدhad كَبِرتُgrown old وَشابَand turned gray رَأسيmy head
كَأَنّي قَد كَبِرتُ وَشابَ رَأسي
وَقَلَّand diminished تَجَلُّديmy fortitude وَوَهىand weakened جَنانيmy heart
وَقَلَّ تَجَلُّدي وَوَهى جَناني
As though I had grown old and my head turned gray,
As if I had grown old and my hair turned white
And my fortitude had dwindled and my heart grown weak.
And my patience weakened and my resolve faded
أَلاlisten ياO دَهرُTime يَوميmy day مِثلُlike أَمسيmy yesterday
أَلا يا دَهرُ يَومي مِثلُ أَمسي
وَأَعظَمُand greater هَيبَةًin awe لِمَنِto whoever اِلتَقانيmeets me
وَأَعظَمُ هَيبَةً لِمَنِ اِلتَقاني
Listen, O Time: my today is like my yesterday,
Oh fate, my day is like my yesterday
And I inspire greater awe in whoever meets me.
And I am most revered by those who know me
وَمَكروبٍand many a distressed man كَشَفتُI removed الكَربَthe anguish عَنهُfrom him
وَمَكروبٍ كَشَفتُ الكَربَ عَنهُ
بِضَربَةِwith a stroke of فَيصَلٍa cleaving sword لَمّاwhen دَعانيhe called me
بِضَربَةِ فَيصَلٍ لَمّا دَعاني
And many a man in distress I have relieved of anguish,
And the distressed whose hardship I removed
With a cleaving sword's stroke when he called me.
With a stroke of my swift sword when he called me
دَعانيhe called me دَعوَةًa cry وَالخَيلُand the horses تَرديgalloped
دَعاني دَعوَةً وَالخَيلُ تَردي
فَماso not أَدريI know أَبِاِسميwhether by my name أَمor كَنانيhe used my byname
فَما أَدري أَبِاِسمي أَم كَناني
He called me with a cry while the horses galloped;
He called me in a call and the horses bolted
I do not know whether by my name or my byname.
So I did not know if he called me or Kanani
فَلَمso did not أُمسِكI catch بِسَمعيwith my hearing إِذwhen دَعانيhe called me
فَلَم أُمسِك بِسَمعي إِذ دَعاني
وَلَكِنand yet قَدindeed أَبانَmade clear لَهُto him لِسانيmy tongue
وَلَكِن قَد أَبانَ لَهُ لِساني
So I did not catch it with my ears when he called me,
So I did not restrain my hearing when he called me
Yet my tongue made my answer clear to him.
But my tongue made clear to him
فَفَرَّقتُso I scattered المَواكِبَthe squadrons عَنهُaway from him قَهراًby force
فَفَرَّقتُ المَواكِبَ عَنهُ قَهراً
بِطَعنٍwith spear-thrusts يَسبُقُoutstripping البَرقَthe lightning اليَمانيYemeni
بِطَعنٍ يَسبُقُ البَرقَ اليَماني
So I scattered the squadrons away from him by force,
So I scattered the processions away from him by force
With spear-thrusts that outstrip Yemen's lightning.
With a stab faster than Yemeni lightning
وَماand not لَبَّيتُهُI answered him إِلّاexcept وَسَيفيand my sword
وَما لَبَّيتُهُ إِلّا وَسَيفي
وَرُمحيand my spear فيin الوَغىbattle فَرَساtwo horses رِهانِa race
وَرُمحي في الوَغى فَرَسا رِهانِ
And I answered him only while my sword
And I only answered him with my sword
And my spear were two racehorses in battle.
And my spear amidst the fray as ransom
وَكانَand was إِجابَتيmy answering إِيّاهُhim أَنّيthat I
وَكانَ إِجابَتي إِيّاهُ أَنّي
عَطَفتُI wheeled عَلَيهِtoward him خَوّارَpliant العِنانِthe rein
عَطَفتُ عَلَيهِ خَوّارَ العِنانِ
And my answer to him was that I
And my answering him was that
Wheeled toward him a horse pliant to the rein,
I turned the obedient steed toward him
بِأَسمَرَwith a brown spear مِنfrom رِماحِthe spears of الخَطِّal-Khatt لَدنٍsupple
بِأَسمَرَ مِن رِماحِ الخَطِّ لَدنٍ
وَأَبيَضَand a white sword صارِمٍkeen-edged ذَكَرٍhard-steeled يَمانِYemeni
وَأَبيَضَ صارِمٍ ذَكَرٍ يَمانِ
With a supple brown spear from al-Khatt,
With a dark spear of soft iron from Hadan
And a white, keen-edged, hard-steeled Yemeni sword.
And a white sharp sword of Yemeni make
وَقِرنٍand many a rival قَدindeed تَرَكتُI left لَدىat مَكَرٍّa charging-ground
وَقِرنٍ قَد تَرَكتُ لَدى مَكَرٍّ
عَلَيهِupon him سَبائِباfringes of blood كَالأُرجُوانِlike crimson cloth
عَلَيهِ سَبائِبا كَالأُرجُوانِ
And many a rival I have left on the charging-ground,
And a spear which I left in the hands of Makir
With fringes of blood upon him like crimson cloth.
Upon it purple straps like crimson
تَرَكتُI left الطَيرَthe birds عاكِفَةًgathered عَلَيهِover him
تَرَكتُ الطَيرَ عاكِفَةً عَلَيهِ
كَماjust as تَرديhurry إِلىto العُرسِthe wedding feast البَوانيthe bridal attendants
كَما تَردي إِلى العُرسِ البَواني
I left the birds gathered over him,
I left the birds hovering over it
As bridal attendants hurry to the wedding feast.
As the entertained swoop down to the courtyard
وَتَمنَعُهُنَّand prevents them أَنthat يَأكُلنَthey eat مِنهُof him
وَتَمنَعُهُنَّ أَن يَأكُلنَ مِنهُ
حَياةُlife يَدٍa hand وَرِجلٍand a foot تَركُضانِthey both kick
حَياةُ يَدٍ وَرِجلٍ تَركُضانِ
And what keeps them from feeding on him
And the life of hands and feet that run
Is life in a hand and a foot, both still kicking.
Prevent them from eating it
فَماso not أَوهىweakened مِراسُthe rigors of الحَربِwar رُكنيmy strength
فَما أَوهى مِراسُ الحَربِ رُكني
وَلَكِنbut ماwhat تَقادَمَhas long elapsed مِنof زَمانِtime
وَلَكِن ما تَقادَمَ مِن زَمانِ
So the rigors of war have not weakened my strength,
So the pillars of war did not weaken me
But the long passage of time has.
But the passage of time
وَماand not دانَيتُI approached شَخصَthe figure of المَوتِDeath إِلّاًexcept
وَما دانَيتُ شَخصَ المَوتِ إِلّاً
كَماas يَدنوdraws near الشُجاعُthe brave man مِنَto الجَبانِthe coward
كَما يَدنو الشُجاعُ مِنَ الجَبانِ
And I have never approached the figure of Death except
And I never came near the specter of death
As a brave man approaches a coward.
Except as the brave approaches the coward
وَقَدand indeed عَلِمَتhave learned بَنوthe sons of عَبسٍAbs بِأَنّيthat I
وَقَد عَلِمَت بَنو عَبسٍ بِأَنّي
أَهُشُّI rejoice إِذاwhen دُعيتُI am summoned إِلىto الطَعانِspear-fighting
أَهُشُّ إِذا دُعيتُ إِلى الطَعانِ
And the sons of Abs have learned that I
And the tribe of Abs knew that I
Rejoice when summoned to spear-fighting,
Charge when called to thrust
وَأَنَّand that المَوتَDeath طَوعُobedient to يَديmy hand إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle
وَأَنَّ المَوتَ طَوعُ يَدي إِذا ما
وَصَلتُI join بَنانَهاits fingers بِالهِندُوانيto the Indian sword
وَصَلتُ بَنانَها بِالهِندُواني
And that Death obeys my hand whenever
And that death is submissive to my hand when
I join its fingers to the Indian sword.
My fingers reach the Indian sword
وَنِعمَand excellent are فَوارِسُthe horsemen of الهَيجاءِbattle قَوميmy people
وَنِعمَ فَوارِسُ الهَيجاءِ قَومي
إِذاwhen عَلِقواthey grasp الأَعِنَّةَthe reins بِالبَنانِwith the fingers
إِذا عَلِقوا الأَعِنَّةَ بِالبَنانِ
And what fine horsemen of battle my people are,
And excellent are the horsemen of my ferocious people
When they grasp the reins with their fingers.
When they hang the swords from the waistbands
هُمُthey قَتَلواthey killed لَقيطاًLaqit وَاِبنَand the son of حُجرٍHujr
هُمُ قَتَلوا لَقيطاً وَاِبنَ حُجرٍ
وَأَردَواand they slew حاجِباًHajib وَاِبنيand the two sons of أَبانِAban
وَأَردَوا حاجِباً وَاِبني أَبانِ
They killed Laqit and the son of Hujr,
They killed Liqit and Ibn Hujr
And slew Hajib and the two sons of Aban.
And they felled Hajib and the two sons of Aban
Sol 6.1