حارِO Harith بنَson of كَعبٍKa'b أَلاdo ... not? الأَحلامُthe wits تَزجُرُكُمrestrain you
حارِ بنَ كَعبٍ أَلا الأَحلامُ تَزجُرُكُم
عَنّيfrom me وَأَنتُمand you are مِنَamong الجوفِthe hollow-bodied الجَماخيرِthe hulking men
عَنّي وَأَنتُم مِنَ الجوفِ الجَماخيرِ
O Harith ibn Ka'b, do your wits not restrain you
Alas, do dreams not deter you,
from me, while you are among the hollow, hulking men?
While you are pusillanimous and cowardly?
لاno عَيبَfault بِالقَومِin the men مِنin respect of طولٍheight وَلاnor عِظَمٍbulk
لا عَيبَ بِالقَومِ مِن طولٍ وَلا عِظَمٍ
جُسمُbodies البِغالِthe mules وَأَحلامُand the wits العَصافيرِthe sparrows
جُسمُ البِغالِ وَأَحلامُ العَصافيرِ
These men lack nothing in height or bulk:
There is no defect with the people, neither of height nor bigness,
The bodies of mules, and the wits of sparrows.
The bodies of mules and the dreams of sparrows,
كَأَنَّهُمas though they are قَصَبٌreeds جوفٌhollow مُكاسِرُهُits broken sections
كَأَنَّهُم قَصَبٌ جوفٌ مُكاسِرُهُ
مُثَقَّبٌperforated فيهِinside it أَرواحُbreaths الأَعاصيرِthe whirlwinds
مُثَقَّبٌ فيهِ أَرواحُ الأَعاصيرِ
They are like hollow reeds, whose broken sections
As though they are hollow reeds, broken in them,
are perforated, with the breaths of whirlwinds inside.
The spirits of hurricanes perforated in them.
أَلاis there no...? طِعانٌspear-fighting أَلاis there no...? فُرسانُhorsemen عادِيَةٍa raiding band
أَلا طِعانٌ أَلا فُرسانُ عادِيَةٍ
إِلّاonly تُجَشُّؤُكُمyour belching حَولَaround التَنانيرِthe ovens
إِلّا تُجَشُّؤُكُم حَولَ التَنانيرِ
No spear-fighting? No raiding horsemen?
Alas warriors, alas impetuous horsemen,
Nothing but your belching around the ovens!
Unless you cluster around the cooking pots.
دَعواleave off التَخاجُؤَswaggering وَاِمشواand walk مِشيَةًa gait سُجُحاًeasy
دَعوا التَخاجُؤَ وَاِمشوا مِشيَةً سُجُحاً
إِنَّindeed الرِجالَmen ذَوُوpossessors of عُصبٍsinew وَتَذكيرِand manliness
إِنَّ الرِجالَ ذَوُو عُصبٍ وَتَذكيرِ
Leave off your swaggering, and walk with an easy gait;
Leave off wavering and walk with dignity and pride,
for men have sinew and manliness.
Verily men are of lofty resolve and reminder.
لاnot يَنفُعُhelps الطولُheight مِنagainst نوكِfolly القُلوبِof hearts وَلاnor
لا يَنفُعُ الطولُ مِن نوكِ القُلوبِ وَلا
يَهديguides الإِلَهُGod سَبيلَthe path المَعشَرِthe folk البورِworthless
يَهدي الإِلَهُ سَبيلَ المَعشَرِ البورِ
Height is no help against folly of heart, nor
Neither length of the bow’s string nor the hollowness of hearts avail,
does God guide the path of worthless folk.
Nor does God guide the way of the ignoble worthless folk.
إِنّيindeed I سَأَنصُرُI shall defend عِرضيmy honor مِنagainst سَراتِكُمُyour chiefs
إِنّي سَأَنصُرُ عِرضي مِن سَراتِكُمُ
إِنَّindeed الحَماسَal-Hamas نَسِيٌّforgotten غَيرُnot مَذكورِmentioned
إِنَّ الحَماسَ نَسِيٌّ غَيرُ مَذكورِ
I shall indeed defend my honor against your chiefs;
Verily I will protect my honor from your evils,
indeed, al-Hamas is forgotten, unmentioned.
Verily valor has become forgetful and unmentioned.
أَلفىhe found أَباهُhis father وَأَلفىand he found جَدَّهُhis grandfather حُبِساboth were confined
أَلفى أَباهُ وَأَلفى جَدَّهُ حُبِسا
بِمَعزِلٍin isolation عَنfrom مَعاليthe heights of المَجدِglory وَالخيرِand goodness
بِمَعزِلٍ عَن مَعالي المَجدِ وَالخيرِ
He found his father and found his grandfather both confined
I found his father and I found his grandfather,
in isolation from the heights of glory and goodness.
Imprisoned far from the glories of glory and good.
Sol 6.1