لَمّاwhen تَشَكّىcomplained اِبنُson عَصرونٍʿAsrūn إِلَيَّto me حِمىًa fever
لَمّا تَشَكّى اِبنُ عَصرونٍ إِلَيَّ حِمىً
فيin سفلِهِhis nether parts حارَwas baffled فيهِby it كُلُّevery بَيطارِveterinarian
في سفلِهِ حارَ فيهِ كُلُّ بَيطارِ
When Ibn ʿAsrūn complained to me of a fever
in his nether parts that baffled every veterinarian,
وَقالَand he said داءٌa disease عُضالٌincurable قَدalready رُميتُI was stricken بِهِwith it
وَقالَ داءٌ عُضالٌ قَد رُميتُ بِهِ
أَعياbaffled وَقَصَّرَand fell short عَنهُof it كُلُّevery مِسبارِprobe
أَعيا وَقَصَّرَ عَنهُ كُلُّ مِسبارِ
and said, 'I have been stricken with an incurable disease;
it baffled every probe, and each fell short of it,'
طَعَنتُهُI pierced him بِقَوِيِّwith one strong in المَتنِthe shaft مُعتَدِلٍstraight
طَعَنتُهُ بِقَوِيِّ المَتنِ مُعتَدِلٍ
صَدقِfirm الأَنابيبِthe shaft-segments كَالخَطِيِّlike a Khatt spear خَطّارِquivering
صَدقِ الأَنابيبِ كَالخَطِيِّ خَطّارِ
I pierced him with a stout-shafted, straight spear,
firm-jointed, quivering like a Khatt spear.
فَقالَthen he said لماwhen بَداappeared رُمحيmy spear يَجوبُtraversing فَلاthe wastes
فَقالَ لما بَدا رُمحي يَجوبُ فَلا
أَعفاجهhis bowels مُسئِداًtraveling by night كَالمُدلَجِlike a night-traveler الساريjourneying by night
أَعفاجه مُسئِداً كَالمُدلَجِ الساري
Then he said, as my spear appeared, crossing the wastes
of his bowels, traveling by night like a nocturnal wayfarer:
لِلَّهِto God دَرُّكَyour excellence شُكراًthanks لِلصَنيعَةِfor the kindness بيto me
لِلَّهِ دَرُّكَ شُكراً لِلصَنيعَةِ بي
مِنas a قابِسٍfire-kindler شَيَّطَscorched الوَجعاءَthe aching part بِالنارِwith fire
مِن قابِسٍ شَيَّطَ الوَجعاءَ بِالنارِ
'God bless you! Thanks for the kindness done to me,
you fire-kindler who scorched the aching part with fire!'
وَقَرقَرَتand rumbled بَطنُهُhis belly فَاِنحازَso he moved aside ثُمَّthen رَمىhe let fly
وَقَرقَرَت بَطنُهُ فَاِنحازَ ثُمَّ رَمى
بِسَلحَةٍwith a turd خضبَتdyed بِالورسِwith yellow wars dye أَطماريmy rags
بِسَلحَةٍ خضبَت بِالورسِ أَطماري
His belly rumbled; he moved aside, then let fly
a turd that stained my rags with yellow wars dye.
وَقامَand he rose يُنشِدُreciting عُجباًin self-admiration غَيرَnot مُكتَرِثٍconcerned
وَقامَ يُنشِدُ عُجباً غَيرَ مُكتَرِثٍ
لِماabout what عَرانيbefell me وَلَمّاand not yet يَخشَhe feared مِنany عارِdisgrace
لِما عَراني وَلَمّا يَخشَ مِن عارِ
He rose, reciting in self-admiration, unconcerned
with what had befallen me, and not yet fearing any disgrace:
الطاعِنُthe piercer الطَعنَةَthe spear-wound النَجلاءَgaping جائِشَةًgushing
الطاعِنُ الطَعنَةَ النَجلاءَ جائِشَةً
تَرُدُّdrives back طاعِنَهاits piercer عَنهاaway from it بِتَيّارِwith a torrent
تَرُدُّ طاعِنَها عَنها بِتَيّارِ
'He who inflicts the gaping, gushing wound
that drives its piercer back with a torrent!'
فَقُمتُso I rose عَنهُfrom him وَأَذياليand my hems عَلىover كَتِفيmy shoulder
فَقُمتُ عَنهُ وَأَذيالي عَلى كَتِفي
فَأَشرَفَتthen she looked down عِرسُهُhis wife مِنfrom شُرفَةِthe balcony الدارِof the house
فَأَشرَفَت عِرسُهُ مِن شُرفَةِ الدارِ
So I rose from beside him, my robe's skirts over my shoulder;
then his wife looked down from the house's balcony.
وَأَنشَدَتand she recited وَدُموعُwhile tears العَينِof the eye ساجِمَةٌstreaming
وَأَنشَدَت وَدُموعُ العَينِ ساجِمَةٌ
فيover وَجنَتَيهاher two cheeks سُجومَthe pouring العارِضِof the raincloud الساريpassing by night
في وَجنَتَيها سُجومَ العارِضِ الساري
And she recited, tears streaming from her eyes
over her cheeks like rain from a cloud passing by night:
ياO نِعمَةَblessing اللَهِof God حلّيsettle فيin مَنازِلِناour dwellings
يا نِعمَةَ اللَهِ حلّي في مَنازِلِنا
وَجاوِريناand be our neighbor فَدَتكِmay it ransom you النَفسُthe soul مِنas a جارِneighbor
وَجاوِرينا فَدَتكِ النَفسُ مِن جارِ
'O blessing of God, settle in our dwellings,
and be our neighbor—may my soul be your ransom, O neighbor!'
فَلَمso did not أَزَلI cease عِندَهُwith him جَذلانَjoyful فيin دَعَةٍease
فَلَم أَزَل عِندَهُ جَذلانَ في دَعَةٍ
مُمَتَّعاًbeing gratified مِنthrough أَياديهِhis favors بِأَوطارِwith desires fulfilled
مُمَتَّعاً مِن أَياديهِ بِأَوطارِ
So I remained with him, joyful and at ease,
having my desires gratified through his favors,
حَتّىuntil اِنثَنَتbent صَعدَتيmy spear عَنهُaway from him وَبانَand became apparent لَهُto him
حَتّى اِنثَنَت صَعدَتي عَنهُ وَبانَ لَهُ
مِنّيin me الوَنىweariness وَرَأىand he saw آثارَsigns إِقصاريof my letting up
مِنّي الوَنى وَرَأى آثارَ إِقصاري
until my spear bent away from him, and he perceived
my weariness and saw the signs of my letting up.
أَضحىhe began يُغَنّيsinging وَأَيديwhile my hands فيin يَدَيهِhis two hands لَقىًcastoffs
أَضحى يُغَنّي وَأَيدي في يَدَيهِ لَقىً
كَأَنَّماas though عَلَّhe drank again مِنof صَهباءِtawny wine خَمّارِa wine-seller
كَأَنَّما عَلَّ مِن صَهباءِ خَمّارِ
He began singing, my hands like castoffs in his hands,
as though he had drunk again of a wine-seller's tawny wine:
ياO عَمروʿAmr ماwhat وقفَةٌa halt فيat رَسمِthe trace مَنزِلَةٍof a dwelling
يا عَمرو ما وقفَةٌ في رَسمِ مَنزِلَةٍ
أَثارَstirred شَوقَكَyour longing فيهاin it مَحوُthe erasure آثارِof traces
أَثارَ شَوقَكَ فيها مَحوُ آثارِ
'O ʿAmr, what is this halt at a dwelling's trace,
where the erasure of traces has stirred your longing?'
Sol 6.1