فَسيراso go, you two فَلاfor there are no شَيخَينِtwo old men أَحمَقُmore foolish مِنكُماthan you two
فَسيرا فَلا شَيخَينِ أَحمَقُ مِنكُما
فَلَمfor ... not تَرقَعاyou two mended ياO اِبنَيtwo sons of أُمامَةَUmamah مَرقَعاa rent to mend
فَلَم تَرقَعا يا اِبنَي أُمامَةَ مَرقَعا
So go, you two: no two old men are more foolish than you.
For you have mended no rent, O sons of Umamah.
تَسوقانِyou two drive عَبّاداًAbbad زَعيماًas a guarantor كَأَنَّماas though
تَسوقانِ عَبّاداً زَعيماً كَأَنَّما
تَسوقانِyou two drive قِرداًa monkey لِلحَمالَةِfor suretyship أَصلَعاbald
تَسوقانِ قِرداً لِلحَمالَةِ أَصلَعا
You drive Abbad forward as a guarantor, as though
you were driving a bald monkey to stand surety.
سَيَأتيwill reach اِبنَthe son of مَسعودٍMasud عَلىdespite نَأيِthe remoteness of دارِهِhis home
سَيَأتي اِبنَ مَسعودٍ عَلى نَأيِ دارِهِ
ثَناءٌpraise إِذاwhen غَنّىsang بِهِwith it الرَكبُthe riders أَقذَعاuttered foul abuse
ثَناءٌ إِذا غَنّى بِهِ الرَكبُ أَقذَعا
To Ibn Masud, however distant his home, will come
a tribute—when the riders sing it, they utter foul abuse:
قَوارِعُstinging blows مِنfrom قيلِthe speech of اِمرِئٍa man بِكَabout you عالِمٍwell informed
قَوارِعُ مِن قيلِ اِمرِئٍ بِكَ عالِمٍ
أَجَرَّكُمُgave you free rein صَيفاًa summer جَديداًnew وَمَربَعاand a spring season
أَجَرَّكُمُ صَيفاً جَديداً وَمَربَعا
stinging blows from the words of a man who knows you,
who gave you free rein for a new summer and a spring,
أَناةًpatience وَحِلماًand forbearance وَاِنتِظارَand waiting for عَشيرَةٍkinsfolk
أَناةً وَحِلماً وَاِنتِظارَ عَشيرَةٍ
لِأَدفَعَso that I might ward off عَنّيfrom me جَهلَthe folly of قَومِيَmy people مَدفَعاa repulse
لِأَدفَعَ عَنّي جَهلَ قَومِيَ مَدفَعا
out of patience, forbearance, and waiting for kin,
so as to ward my people's folly well away from me.
فَلَمّاbut when أَبواthey refused إِلّاanything but الضَجاجَclamor رَمَيتُهُمI assailed them
فَلَمّا أَبوا إِلّا الضَجاجَ رَمَيتُهُم
بِذاتِwith one bearing حَبارٍbruise marks تَترُكُleaves الوَجهَthe face أَسفَعاblackened
بِذاتِ حَبارٍ تَترُكُ الوَجهَ أَسفَعا
But when they insisted on nothing but clamor, I assailed them
with a bruising stroke that leaves the face blackened.
فَإِنَّfor indeed أَباكَyour father الوَقبَthe fool قَبلَكَbefore you خالِداًKhalid
فَإِنَّ أَباكَ الوَقبَ قَبلَكَ خالِداً
دَفَعناهُwe drove him away عَنfrom جُرثومَةِthe root of المَجدِglory أَجمَعاaltogether
دَفَعناهُ عَن جُرثومَةِ المَجدِ أَجمَعا
For your fool of a father, Khalid, before you,
we drove him utterly away from the root of glory,
بِمَأثُرَةٍby a noble deed بَذَّتoutstripped أَباكَyour father وَلَمand ... not يَجِدfind
بِمَأثُرَةٍ بَذَّت أَباكَ وَلَم يَجِد
لَهُfor him فيin ثَناياهاits mountain passes اِبنُthe son of فِقرَةَFiqrah مَطلَعاa way up
لَهُ في ثَناياها اِبنُ فِقرَةَ مَطلَعا
by a noble deed that outstripped your father; nor could
Ibn Fiqrah find himself a way up through its passes.
أَيَسعىdoes he strive? اِبنُthe son of مَسعودٍMasud وَتِلكَand that سَفاهَةٌfolly
أَيَسعى اِبنُ مَسعودٍ وَتِلكَ سَفاهَةٌ
لِيُدرِكَto attain ماwhat قَدalready كانَhe had بِالأَمسِyesterday ضَيَّعاsquandered
لِيُدرِكَ ما قَد كانَ بِالأَمسِ ضَيَّعا
Does Ibn Masud strive—and that is folly—
to attain what he had squandered yesterday,
لِيُدرِكَto attain مَسعاةَthe achievement of الكِرامِthe noble وَلَمand ... not يَكُنhe was
لِيُدرِكَ مَسعاةَ الكِرامِ وَلَم يَكُن
لِيُدرِكَهاto attain it حَتّىuntil يُكَلِّمَhe speaks to تُبَّعاTubba‘
لِيُدرِكَها حَتّى يُكَلِّمَ تُبَّعا
to attain the noble men's achievement, though he could never
attain it until he spoke to Tubba‘?
كَذَبتُمyou have lied بَنيsons of سَلمىSalma وَقَدand sometimes تَكذِبُprove false المُنىhopes
كَذَبتُم بَني سَلمى وَقَد تَكذِبُ المُنى
وَتُردىand is battered صَفاةُthe rock of الحَربِwar حَتّىuntil تَصَدَّعاit splits
وَتُردى صَفاةُ الحَربِ حَتّى تَصَدَّعا
You have lied, sons of Salma; hopes can prove false,
and the rock of war is battered until it splits.
فَإِنَّfor indeed لَناours is مَجدَthe glory of الحَياةِlife وَأَنتُمُwhile you
فَإِنَّ لَنا مَجدَ الحَياةِ وَأَنتُمُ
تَسوقونَyou drive عَوداًan old camel لِلرُكوبِfor riding مُوَقَّعاscarred by saddle sores
تَسوقونَ عَوداً لِلرُكوبِ مُوَقَّعا
For ours is the glory of life, while you
drive an old riding camel, scarred by saddle sores.
سَيَعلَمُwill know قَوميmy people أَنَّنيthat I بِمَفازَةٍin a wilderness
سَيَعلَمُ قَومي أَنَّني بِمَفازَةٍ
فَلاةٍa desert نَفَتdrove away عَنهاfrom it الهَجينَthe half-bred فَأَرتَعاso he found pasture
فَلاةٍ نَفَت عَنها الهَجينَ فَأَرتَعا
My people will know that I am in a wilderness,
a desert that drove out the half-bred, who then found pasture.
إِذاwhen طَلَبَتهاseeks it نَهشَلٌNahshal كانَwas حَظُّهاits share
إِذا طَلَبَتها نَهشَلٌ كانَ حَظُّها
عَناءًtoil وَجَهداًand hardship ثُمَّthen تَنزَعُwithdraws ظُلَّعاlimping
عَناءً وَجَهداً ثُمَّ تَنزَعُ ظُلَّعا
Whenever Nahshal seeks it, their share is
toil and hardship; then they withdraw, limping.
أَبيmy father غالِبٌGhalib وَاللَهُand God سَمّاهُnamed him غالِباًGhalib (victor)
أَبي غالِبٌ وَاللَهُ سَمّاهُ غالِباً
وَكانَand he was جَديراًfit أَنto يَضُرَّharm وَيَنفَعاand benefit
وَكانَ جَديراً أَن يَضُرَّ وَيَنفَعا
My father is Ghalib, and God named him Ghalib—the victor,
and he was fit to bring harm and benefit.
وَصَعصَعَةُand Sa‘sa‘ah الخَيرِgoodness الَّذيwho كانَwas قَبلَهُbefore him
وَصَعصَعَةُ الخَيرِ الَّذي كانَ قَبلَهُ
يُشَرِّفُraises high حَوضاًa basin فيamid حَياthe rain of المَجدِglory مُترَعاbrimful
يُشَرِّفُ حَوضاً في حَيا المَجدِ مُترَعا
And Sa‘sa‘ah the good, who preceded him,
raised high a basin, brimful amid glory's rain.
Sol 6.1