تَغَيَّرْتُمُyou have changed عَنْfrom عَهْدِكُمْyour pledge آلَO house of كامِلٍKamil
تَغَيَّرْتُمُ عَنْ عَهْدِكُمْ آلَ كامِلٍ
فَلِلْيَوْمِso today has مِنْكُمْfrom you غَيْرُother than ماwhat أَسْلَفَgave before الأَمْسُyesterday
فَلِلْيَوْمِ مِنْكُمْ غَيْرُ ما أَسْلَفَ الأَمْسُ
You have departed from your pledge, O house of Kamil;
For what comes from you today differs from what yesterday bestowed.
نَباfailed to cut السَّيْفُthe sword مِنْكُمْfrom you فِيin يَدِيmy hand وَهْوَthough it is قاطِعٌsharp
نَبا السَّيْفُ مِنْكُمْ فِي يَدِي وَهْوَ قاطِعٌ
كَماjust as أَظْلَمَتْgrew dark فِيin ناظِرِيmy sight مِنْكُمُfrom you الشَّمْسُthe sun
كَما أَظْلَمَتْ فِي ناظِرِي مِنْكُمُ الشَّمْسُ
The sword from you failed in my hand, though sharp,
Just as your sun grew dark in my eyes.
وَأَوْحَشْتُمُand you left desolate مِنِّيof me مكَانَthe place of اصْطِفائِكُمْyour special favor
وَأَوْحَشْتُمُ مِنِّي مكَانَ اصْطِفائِكُمْ
كَأَنْas though لَمْnot تَكُنْhad existed تِلْكَthat الْمَوَدَّةُaffection والأُنْسُand intimacy
كَأَنْ لَمْ تَكُنْ تِلْكَ الْمَوَدَّةُ والأُنْسُ
And you have left the place of your favor bereft of me,
As though that affection and intimacy had never been.
غَرَسْتُمُyou planted ثَناءًpraise لَمْdid not تَجُدْهُrain upon it سَحابُكُمْyour clouds
غَرَسْتُمُ ثَناءً لَمْ تَجُدْهُ سَحابُكُمْ
بِرَيٍّwith watering وَهَلْand can يَنْمِيgrow مَعَwith الْعَطَشِthirst الغَرْسُthe plant
بِرَيٍّ وَهَلْ يَنْمِي مَعَ الْعَطَشِ الغَرْسُ
You planted praise, but your clouds never showered it
With water—and can a plant grow in thirst?
مَواعِدُpromises مرَضىsickly كُلَّماwhenever قُلْتُI said قَدْalready بَراhas recovered
مَواعِدُ مرَضى كُلَّما قُلْتُ قَدْ بَرا
لَكُمْof yours مَوْعِدٌa promise بِالْبَذْلِof giving عاوَدَهُreturned to it النُّكْسُrelapse
لَكُمْ مَوْعِدٌ بِالْبَذْلِ عاوَدَهُ النُّكْسُ
Sickly promises—whenever I say one has recovered,
Your promise to give suffers a relapse.
وَإِنِّيand I indeed لَذُوsurely possessed of شُحٍّjealous concern بِكُمْfor you عَنْfrom تَقَلُّبٍa turning
وَإِنِّي لَذُو شُحٍّ بِكُمْ عَنْ تَقَلُّبٍ
إلىto خُلُقٍa disposition فِيهِin which لأَعْراضِكُمْto your reputations وَكْسُdiminution
إلى خُلُقٍ فِيهِ لأَعْراضِكُمْ وَكْسُ
And I hold you too dear to see you turn
To conduct that diminishes your honor.
وَأَنْتُمْand you بَنُوsons of الْجُودِgenerosity الَّذِيwhich ابْتَسَمَتْsmiled بِهِthrough it
وَأَنْتُمْ بَنُو الْجُودِ الَّذِي ابْتَسَمَتْ بِهِ
مِنَof الزَّمَنِtime الْمُرْبَدِّdarkened أَيّامُهُits days الْعُبْسُscowling
مِنَ الزَّمَنِ الْمُرْبَدِّ أَيّامُهُ الْعُبْسُ
And you are sons of generosity, which brought smiles
To the scowling days of a darkened age,
سَماحاًthrough bounty فَإِنْand if تَدْعُوyou call for كِفاحاًcombat فَأَنْتُمُthen you are الْthe
سَماحاً فَإِنْ تَدْعُو كِفاحاً فَأَنْتُمُ الْ
فَوارِسُhorsemen لاno مِيلٌunsteady riders هُناكَthere وَلاnor نُكْسُweaklings
فَوارِسُ لا مِيلٌ هُناكَ وَلا نُكْسُ
Through bounty; and if you call for combat, you are the
Horsemen—no unsteady riders there, nor weaklings.
فَماso what بالُis the matter with سُوقِيmy market لَيْسَnot تَنْفُقُflourish عِنْدَكُمْamong you
فَما بالُ سُوقِي لَيْسَ تَنْفُقُ عِنْدَكُمْ
وَحَظُّand the share ثَنائِيof my praise مِنْكُمُfrom you الثَّمَنُthe price البَخْسُpaltry
وَحَظُّ ثَنائِي مِنْكُمُ الثَّمَنُ البَخْسُ
Why, then, does my market fail to flourish among you,
And my praise earn from you only a paltry price?
أَيَرْتَجِعُdoes he reclaim الْمَعْرُوفَthe favor مَنْone who كانَwas واهِباًa giver
أَيَرْتَجِعُ الْمَعْرُوفَ مَنْ كانَ واهِباً
وَيَسْلُبُand he strips away ثَوْبَthe robe of الْمَنِّbounty مَنْone who لَمْnot يَزَلْcease يَكْسُوclothes others
وَيَسْلُبُ ثَوْبَ الْمَنِّ مَنْ لَمْ يَزَلْ يَكْسُو
Does one who once gave take back his favor,
And does one who has always clothed others strip away the robe of bounty?
أُساهِلُI am lenient إِغْضاءًoverlooking faults وَفِيكُمْwhile in you تَصَعُّبٌobstinacy
أُساهِلُ إِغْضاءً وَفِيكُمْ تَصَعُّبٌ
وَأَرْطَبُand I grow supple إِجْمالاًout of courtesy وَفِيwhile in عُودِكُمْyour wood يُبْسُdryness
وَأَرْطَبُ إِجْمالاً وَفِي عُودِكُمْ يُبْسُ
I show leniency, overlooking faults, while you are obstinate;
And I grow supple out of courtesy, while your wood is dry.
وَلَيْسَand it is not بِعَدْلٍfair أَنْthat أَلِينَI grow gentle وَتَخْشُنُواand you grow harsh
وَلَيْسَ بِعَدْلٍ أَنْ أَلِينَ وَتَخْشُنُوا
وَلَيْسَand it is not بِحَقٍّright أَنْthat أَرِقَّI grow tender وَأَنْand that تَقْسُواyou grow hard
وَلَيْسَ بِحَقٍّ أَنْ أَرِقَّ وَأَنْ تَقْسُوا
And it is not fair that I should soften while you grow harsh,
Nor is it right that I grow tender while you grow hard.
عَلَيْكُمْupon you سَلامٌpeace لَمْdid not أَقُلْI say ماwhat يُرِيبُكُمْgives you misgivings
عَلَيْكُمْ سَلامٌ لَمْ أَقُلْ ما يُرِيبُكُمْ
وَلكِنَّهُbut it is عَتْبٌreproach تَجِيشُsurges بِهِwith it النَّفْسُthe soul
وَلكِنَّهُ عَتْبٌ تَجِيشُ بِهِ النَّفْسُ
Peace be upon you; I have said nothing to give you misgivings,
But it is reproach with which the soul seethes.
حَبَسْتُI restrained الْقَوافِيthe rhymes قَبْلَbefore إِغْضابِangering رَبِّهاtheir master
حَبَسْتُ الْقَوافِي قَبْلَ إِغْضابِ رَبِّها
وَماand there is no لِلْقَوافِيfor the rhymes بَعْدَafter إِغْضابِهاangering them حَبْسُrestraint
وَما لِلْقَوافِي بَعْدَ إِغْضابِها حَبْسُ
I held the rhymes in check before their master was angered;
And rhymes, once angered, can no longer be restrained.
إِذاif الْعَرَبُthe Arabs الْعَرْباءُpure-blooded لَمْdo not تَرْعَhonor ذِمَّةًa covenant
إِذا الْعَرَبُ الْعَرْباءُ لَمْ تَرْعَ ذِمَّةً
فَغَيْرُthen not مَلُومٍblameworthy بَعْدَهاafter that الرُّومُthe Romans وَالْفُرْسُand the Persians
فَغَيْرُ مَلُومٍ بَعْدَها الرُّومُ وَالْفُرْسُ
If the pure-blooded Arabs do not honor a covenant,
Then, after that, the Romans and Persians are not to blame.
Sol 6.1