وَبيضٍand fair-skinned women كَأَرآمِlike white gazelles الصَريمِthe sandy tract اِدَّرَيتُهاI stalked them
وَبيضٍ كَأَرآمِ الصَريمِ اِدَّرَيتُها
بِعَينيwith my eye وَقَدand already عارَmoved on السِماكُSimak, the star وَأَسحَراand reached the predawn hours
بِعَيني وَقَد عارَ السِماكُ وَأَسحَرا
And fair women, like gazelles of the sands, I stalked
with my eye, as Simak moved on into the predawn hours.
وَسودِand black الذُرىthe tresses بيضِfair الوُجوهِthe faces كَأَنَّهاas though they were
وَسودِ الذُرى بيضِ الوُجوهِ كَأَنَّها
دُمىfigurines هَكِرٍHakir يَنضَحنَexuding مِسكاًmusk وَعَنبَراand ambergris
دُمى هَكِرٍ يَنضَحنَ مِسكاً وَعَنبَرا
And dark of hair, fair of face, as though they were
figurines of Hakir, exuding musk and ambergris.
تَراخىlingered بِهِنَّover them اللَيلُthe night يَتبَعنَthey follow فارِكاًa woman who loathes her husband
تَراخى بِهِنَّ اللَيلُ يَتبَعنَ فارِكاً
يُضيءُilluminates سَناهاher radiance سابِرِيّاًSabiri cloth مُزَعفَراsaffron-dyed
يُضيءُ سَناها سابِرِيّاً مُزَعفَرا
Night lingered over them as they followed a woman who loathed her husband;
her radiance lit a saffron-dyed Sabiri robe.
وَقُلنَand they said لَهاto her ياO هِندُHind لاdo not تَبعُديgo far بِناwith us
وَقُلنَ لَها يا هِندُ لا تَبعُدي بِنا
فَإِنّاfor we نَخافُfear اللَيلَthe night أَنthat يَتَقَفَّراit may grow desolate
فَإِنّا نَخافُ اللَيلَ أَن يَتَقَفَّرا
They said to her, “Hind, do not take us far,
for we fear the night may grow desolate
عَلَيناaround us وَنَخشىand we fear الناسَthe people أَنthat يَشعُرواthey may become aware بِناof us
عَلَينا وَنَخشى الناسَ أَن يَشعُروا بِنا
فَيُصبِحَso it becomes ماwhat نَخشىwe dread عَلَيناagainst us مُشَنَّراpublicly disgraceful
فَيُصبِحَ ما نَخشى عَلَينا مُشَنَّرا
around us, and fear that people may discover us,
so what we dread becomes a scandal held against us.”
فَجِئتُso I came مِنَfrom الجَنبِthe side الجَحيشِsecluded وَقَدwhile already أَرىI perceived
فَجِئتُ مِنَ الجَنبِ الجَحيشِ وَقَد أَرى
مَخافَةَthe danger مَنone who يَأتيapproaches الرَبابَal-Rabab وَشَعفَراand Sha‘far
مَخافَةَ مَن يَأتي الرَبابَ وَشَعفَرا
So I came from the secluded side, well aware
of the danger facing one who approached al-Rabab and Sha‘far.
فَعاطَينَناthen they offered us الأَفواهَthe mouths حَتّىuntil كَأَنَّماas though
فَعاطَينَنا الأَفواهَ حَتّى كَأَنَّما
شَرِبناwe drank بِراحٍof wine مِنfrom أَباريقِewers تُستَراTustar
شَرِبنا بِراحٍ مِن أَباريقِ تُستَرا
Then they offered us their lips, until it seemed
we had drunk wine from the ewers of Tustar.
فَلَمand I did not أَدرِknow ماwhat بُردايَmy two cloaks حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen اِنجَلىlifted
فَلَم أَدرِ ما بُردايَ حَتّى إِذا اِنجَلى
سَوادُthe blackness الدُجىof deep night عَنfrom واضِحِbright اللَونِin hue أَشقَراruddy
سَوادُ الدُجى عَن واضِحِ اللَونِ أَشقَرا
I knew not what had become of my two cloaks, until
the night's blackness lifted, revealing a bright, ruddy dawn.
تَنَعَّلنَthey shod themselves with أَطرافَthe hems الرِياطِof fine robes وَواءَلَتand she sought refuge
تَنَعَّلنَ أَطرافَ الرِياطِ وَواءَلَت
مَخافَةَfor fear سَهلِthe level ground الأَرضِof the earth أَنthat يَتَقَفَّراit might be searched for tracks
مَخافَةَ سَهلِ الأَرضِ أَن يَتَقَفَّرا
They shod themselves with their robes’ hems, and she sought refuge,
fearing the level ground might be searched for tracks.
وَقُلتُand I said لَهُنَّto them اِحذونَناshoe us فَحَذَونَناso they shod us
وَقُلتُ لَهُنَّ اِحذونَنا فَحَذَونَنا
شَباريقَscraps رَيطٍof fine cloth أَوor رِداءًa cloak مُحَبَّراpatterned
شَباريقَ رَيطٍ أَو رِداءً مُحَبَّرا
I said to them, “Shoe us”; and they shod us
with scraps of fine cloth or a patterned cloak.
فَلَمand I have not أَرَseen قَوماًa people يَحتَذونَfollowing the example of فِعالَناour deeds
فَلَم أَرَ قَوماً يَحتَذونَ فِعالَنا
وَلاnor مَجلِساًa gathering أَحلىsweeter حَديثاًin conversation وَأَنضَراand more radiant
وَلا مَجلِساً أَحلى حَديثاً وَأَنضَرا
I have never seen folk who could follow our example,
nor a gathering sweeter in conversation or more radiant
مِنَthan المَجلِسِthe gathering المُستَأنِسينَthe companions at ease كَأَنَّهُمas though they were
مِنَ المَجلِسِ المُستَأنِسينَ كَأَنَّهُم
لَدىbeside حَومَلِHawmal البَطحاءِthe gravelly plain جِنّانُthe jinn عَبقَراof ‘Abqar
لَدى حَومَلِ البَطحاءِ جِنّانُ عَبقَرا
than that company of companions at ease—as though they,
by Hawmal of the gravelly plain, were the jinn of ‘Abqar.
مَتىwhen ماever تَرِدyou reach يَوماًone day سَفارِSafar تَجِدyou will find بِهاin it
مَتى ما تَرِد يَوماً سَفارِ تَجِد بِها
أُدَيهِمَUdayhim يَرميpelting المُستَجيزَthe seeker of a gift المُعَوَّراthe needy one
أُدَيهِمَ يَرمي المُستَجيزَ المُعَوَّرا
Whenever you reach Safar someday, you will find there
Udayhim, pelting the needy man who asks for a gift.
يَظَلُّhe remains إِلىuntil أَنthat تَغرُبَsets الشَمسُthe sun قائِماًstanding
يَظَلُّ إِلى أَن تَغرُبَ الشَمسُ قائِماً
تَشَمُّسَbasking حِرباءَa chameleon الصُوىthe waymark cairns حينَwhen أَظهَراit reaches midday
تَشَمُّسَ حِرباءَ الصُوى حينَ أَظهَرا
He remains standing until the sun goes down,
basking like a chameleon on the cairns at midday.
Sol 6.1