أَلَمdid ... not تَرَyou see أَنّيthat I يَومَon the day of جَوَّJaww سُوَيقَةٍSuwayqa
أَلَم تَرَ أَنّي يَومَ جَوَّ سُوَيقَةٍ
بَكَيتُI wept فَنادَتنيso she called to me هُنَيدَةُHunayda مالِياwhat ailed me
بَكَيتُ فَنادَتني هُنَيدَةُ مالِيا
Have you not seen how, that day at Jaww Suwayqa,
Did you not see when on the day of Suwaqah
I wept, and Hunayda called to ask what ailed me?
I wept, so Hunaydah called out: What ails you?
فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her إِنَّindeed البُكاءَweeping لَراحَةٌtruly a relief
فَقُلتُ لَها إِنَّ البُكاءَ لَراحَةٌ
بِهِthrough it يَشتَفيfinds healing مَنwhoever ظَنَّbelieved أَنthat لاno تَلاقِياreunion
بِهِ يَشتَفي مَن ظَنَّ أَن لا تَلاقِيا
So I told her: Weeping is indeed a relief;
I said to her: Weeping is solace
through it, whoever thinks there will be no reunion finds healing.
By which one who thought there'd be no union is comforted
قِفيstop وَدِّعيناbid us farewell ياO هُنَيدُHunayd فَإِنَّنيfor indeed I
قِفي وَدِّعينا يا هُنَيدُ فَإِنَّني
أَرىI see الحَيَّthe tribe قَدalready شامواthey looked toward العَقيقَal-Aqiq اليَمانِياYemeni
أَرى الحَيَّ قَد شاموا العَقيقَ اليَمانِيا
Stop and bid us farewell, Hunayd, for I
Stop, Hunaydah, and bid us farewell, for I
see the tribe has set its sights on the Yemeni al-Aqiq.
See the tribe has had their fill of Yemeni wine
قَعيدَكُماI adjure you both by اللَهَGod الَّذيwho أَنتُماyou both لَهُto Him
قَعيدَكُما اللَهَ الَّذي أَنتُما لَهُ
أَلَمdid ... not تَسمَعاyou both hear بِالبَيضَتَينِat al-Baydatayn المُنادِياthe caller
أَلَم تَسمَعا بِالبَيضَتَينِ المُنادِيا
I adjure you both by God, to whom you belong:
May Allah who you belong to provide you company
did you two not hear the caller at al-Baydatayn,
Did you not hear the two camps calling out?
حَبيباًa beloved دَعاcalled وَالرَملُand the sand بَينيbetween me وَبَينَهُand between him
حَبيباً دَعا وَالرَملُ بَيني وَبَينَهُ
فَأَسمَعَنيso he made me hear سَقياًmay rain fall لِذَلِكَfor that one داعِياa caller
فَأَسمَعَني سَقياً لِذَلِكَ داعِيا
a beloved calling, with the sand between me and him?
A beloved called and the sands between me and him
He made me hear him—may rain fall for that caller!
So he made me hear one calling me to that
فَكانَso it was جَوابيmy answer أَنthat بَكَيتُI wept صَبابَةًardent longing
فَكانَ جَوابي أَن بَكَيتُ صَبابَةً
وَفَدَّيتُand I offered myself as ransom for مَنone who لَوif يَستَطيعُhe could فَدانِياhe would ransom me
وَفَدَّيتُ مَن لَو يَستَطيعُ فَدانِيا
So my answer was to weep with longing,
My response was that I wept copiously
and offer myself as ransom for one who, if he could, would ransom me.
And ransomed one I wish I could ransom
إِذاwhen اِغرَورَقَتbrimmed with tears عَينايَmy two eyes أَسبَلَstreamed مِنهُماfrom them both
إِذا اِغرَورَقَت عَينايَ أَسبَلَ مِنهُما
إِلىuntil أَنthat تَغيبَset الشِعرَيانِthe two Shiʿra stars بُكائِياmy weeping
إِلى أَن تَغيبَ الشِعرَيانِ بُكائِيا
When my eyes brim, from them flows
When my eyes pour down, they flow
my weeping, until the two Shiʿra stars set,
Until the streams of my weeping disappear
لِذِكرىin remembrance of حَبيبٍa beloved لَمnot أَزَلI ceased مُذsince هَجَرتُهُI left him
لِذِكرى حَبيبٍ لَم أَزَل مُذ هَجَرتُهُ
أَعُدُّI count لَهُfor him بَعدَafter اللَياليthe nights لَيالِياnights
أَعُدُّ لَهُ بَعدَ اللَيالي لَيالِيا
in remembrance of a beloved: since I left him, I have never ceased
For the memory of a beloved I have not ceased since his parting
counting night after night for him.
To count over the nights, night after night
أَرانيI see myself إِذاwhen فارَقتُI parted from هِنداًHind كَأَنَّنيas though I
أَراني إِذا فارَقتُ هِنداً كَأَنَّني
دَوىone sick سَنَةٍfor a year مِمّاfrom what اِلتَقىhas gathered فيin فُؤادِياmy heart
دَوى سَنَةٍ مِمّا اِلتَقى في فُؤادِيا
When I part from Hind, I see myself as though I were
When I depart from Hind is as though I
one sick for a year, from what has gathered in my heart.
For a year have recalled what lodged in my heart
فَإِنso if يَدعُنيhe calls me بِاِسميby my name البَعيثُal-Baʿith فَلَمthen ... not يَجِدhe found
فَإِن يَدعُني بِاِسمي البَعيثُ فَلَم يَجِد
لَئيماًa base man كَفىwarded off فيin الحَربِwar ماwhat كانَhe had been جانِياcausing harm
لَئيماً كَفى في الحَربِ ما كانَ جانِيا
If al-Baʿith calls me by my name, he has not found
If the lost one calls me by name but does not find
a base man: I warded off in war the harm he had caused.
A coward - my war days suffice as my defender
وَماand not أَنتَyou مِنّاof us غَيرَexcept أَنَّكَthat you تَدَّعيclaim descent
وَما أَنتَ مِنّا غَيرَ أَنَّكَ تَدَّعي
إِلىto آلِthe house of قُرطٍQurṭ بَعدَماafter شِبتَyou grew grey عانِياas a captive
إِلى آلِ قُرطٍ بَعدَما شِبتَ عانِيا
You are not one of us, except that you claim descent
You are not one of us but you claim
from the house of Qurṭ, after growing grey in bondage.
To the house of Quraysh after you've grown old and bent
تَكونُyou stay مَعَwith الأَدنىthe lowly إِذاwhen كُنتَyou are آمِناًsafe
تَكونُ مَعَ الأَدنى إِذا كُنتَ آمِناً
وَأُدعىand I am summoned إِذاwhen غَمَّcovered الغُثاءُfloating debris التَراقِياthe collarbones
وَأُدعى إِذا غَمَّ الغُثاءُ التَراقِيا
You stay with the lowly when you are safe,
You stay with the lowliest when you feel safe
and I am summoned when floating debris covers the collarbones.
And are called on when the torrential rain pours
عَجِبتُI marveled لِحَينِat the doom of اِبنِthe son of المَراغَةِal-Maragha أَنthat رَأىhe saw
عَجِبتُ لِحَينِ اِبنِ المَراغَةِ أَن رَأى
لَهُbelonging to him غَنَماًsheep أَهدىhe offered as a gift إِلَيَّto me القَوافِياthe rhymes
لَهُ غَنَماً أَهدى إِلَيَّ القَوافِيا
I marvel at Ibn al-Maragha's doom: seeing
I wonder that Ibn Maragha saw
sheep of his own, he presented his rhymes to me.
He had sheep which he gifted to me, rhyming verse!
وَهَلand did ...? كانَthere was فيماin what قَدalready مَضىpassed مِنof شَبيبَتيmy youth
وَهَل كانَ فيما قَد مَضى مِن شَبيبَتي
لَهُfor him رُخصَةٌleniency عِنديfrom me فَيَرجوso he might hope ذَكائِياmy maturity
لَهُ رُخصَةٌ عِندي فَيَرجو ذَكائِيا
Was there, in the bygone days of my youth,
Was there in my past youth
any leniency from me for him, that he should hope for it in my maturity?
License for him to hope for my genius?
أَلَمdid ... not أَكُI was قَدalready راهَنتُI raced حَتّىuntil عَلِمتُمُyou all knew
أَلَم أَكُ قَد راهَنتُ حَتّى عَلِمتُمُ
رِهانيmy racing وَخَلَّتand left free ليfor me مَعَدٌّMaʿadd عَنانِياmy rein
رِهاني وَخَلَّت لي مَعَدٌّ عَنانِيا
Had I not already raced until you knew
Did I not bet until you knew
my racing, and Maʿadd gave me free rein?
My wager, and the reins were loosened for me?
وَماand no حَمَلَتcarried أُمُّthe mother of اِمرِئٍa man فيwithin ضُلوعِهاher ribs
وَما حَمَلَت أُمُّ اِمرِئٍ في ضُلوعِها
أَعَقَّmore unfilial مِنَthan الجانيthe one bringing down عَلَيهاupon her هِجائِياmy satire
أَعَقَّ مِنَ الجاني عَلَيها هِجائِيا
No man's mother has carried within her ribs
No mother ever bore in her breast
one more unfilial than he who brings my satire down upon her.
One more spiteful than I in my satire
وَأَنتَand you بِواديin the valley of الكَلبِal-Kalb لاnot أَنتَyou ظاعِنٌdeparting
وَأَنتَ بِوادي الكَلبِ لا أَنتَ ظاعِنٌ
وَلاnor واجِدٌfinding ياO اِبنَson of المَراغَةِal-Maragha بانِياa builder
وَلا واجِدٌ يا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ بانِيا
And you are in Wadi al-Kalb—neither setting out
While you are in Wadi Kalb, not a transgressor
nor finding a builder, Ibn al-Maragha.
Nor a founder, O Ibn Maragha, a builder
إِذاif العَنزُthe she-goat بالَتshe urinated فيهِin it كادَتshe nearly تُسيلُهُmakes it flow
إِذا العَنزُ بالَت فيهِ كادَت تُسيلُهُ
عَلَيكَover you وَتَنفيand prevents أَنthat تَحُلَّyou settle الرَوابِياthe heights
عَلَيكَ وَتَنفي أَن تَحُلَّ الرَوابِيا
If a she-goat urinates there, she nearly sends it flooding
When the nanny goat pees there she almost
over you, and keeps you from settling on the heights.
Washes you away, unable to cross the meadows
عَلَيكُمyou all must keep بِتَربيقِto tethering البِهامِlambs and kids فَإِنَّكُمfor you all
عَلَيكُم بِتَربيقِ البِهامِ فَإِنَّكُم
بِأَحسابِكُمwith your ancestral honors لَنwill not تَستَطيعواyou are able رِهانِياracing against me
بِأَحسابِكُم لَن تَستَطيعوا رِهانِيا
Keep to tethering lambs and kids, for you
Take the maiming of the camel hen - you
with your ancestral honors will never be able to race me.
Cannot withstand my wager by your accounts
بِأَيِّwith which أَبٍfather ياO اِبنَson of المَراغَةِal-Maragha تَبتَغيyou seek
بِأَيِّ أَبٍ يا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ تَبتَغي
رِهانيracing against me إِلىto غاياتِthe goals of عَمّيmy paternal uncle وَخالِياand my maternal uncle
رِهاني إِلى غاياتِ عَمّي وَخالِيا
With what father, Ibn al-Maragha, do you seek
Through what father, O Ibn Maragha, do you seek
to race me to the goals of my paternal uncle and my maternal uncle?
My wager to the furthest ends of my paternal and maternal uncles?
هَلِمَّbring forth أَباًa father كَاِبنَيlike the two sons of عِقالٍʿIqal تَعُدُّهُyou count him
هَلِمَّ أَباً كَاِبنَي عِقالٍ تَعُدُّهُ
وَواديهِماand their valley ياO اِبنَson of المَراغَةِal-Maragha وادِياa valley
وَواديهِما يا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ وادِيا
Bring a father you can name to match the two sons of ʿIqal,
Bring me a father like my two sons of ʿIqāl
and a valley like theirs, Ibn al-Maragha.
And their valley, O Ibn Maragha, as my valley
تَجِدyou will find فَرعَهُits upper reaches عِندَnear السَماءِheaven وَدارِمٌand Darim
تَجِد فَرعَهُ عِندَ السَماءِ وَدارِمٌ
مِنَwith المَجدِglory مِنهُfrom it أَترَعَتfilled to the brim ليfor me الجَوابِياthe basins
مِنَ المَجدِ مِنهُ أَترَعَت لي الجَوابِيا
You will find its upper reaches near heaven, and Darim
You will find its branch by the sky, and it has
has filled my basins to the brim with glory from it.
Of glory drinking troughs it provided for my camels
بَنىbuilt ليfor me بِهِwith it الشَيخانِthe two elders مِنof آلِthe house of دارِمٍDarim
بَنى لي بِهِ الشَيخانِ مِن آلِ دارِمٍ
بِناءًa building يُرىis seen عِندَnear المَجَرَّةِthe Milky Way عالِياhigh
بِناءً يُرى عِندَ المَجَرَّةِ عالِيا
With it, the two elders of the house of Darim built for me
The two elders of the house of Dārim
a building seen towering near the Milky Way.
Built for me a structure seen lofty at the galaxy
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