ثُمَّthen أَقْدَمْتَهُنَّyou urged them forward شُعْثَdisheveled النَّوَاصِيthe forelocks
ثُمَّ أَقْدَمْتَهُنَّ شُعْثَ النَّوَاصِي
يَتَهادَيْنَthey sway gently فِيin فُضُولِthe trailing lengths of الدِّلاصِthe polished mail
يَتَهادَيْنَ فِي فُضُولِ الدِّلاصِ
Then you urged them forward, their forelocks disheveled,
Then you brought them with disheveled forelocks,
Swaying in the trailing lengths of polished mail,
Swaying with the excess jewelry.
تَحْتَbeneath بِيضٍbright helmets كَأَنَّماas though صَقَلُوهاthey polished them
تَحْتَ بِيضٍ كَأَنَّما صَقَلُوها
بالَّذِيwith what أَضْمَرُواthey harbored within منَof الإِخلاصِsincerity
بالَّذِي أَضْمَرُوا منَ الإِخلاصِ
Beneath bright helmets, as though they had polished them
Under white dresses as if they had polished them,
With the sincerity they harbored within,
With what they had concealed of sincerity.
وظباءٍand sword-edges خاضَتْwaded بِهِنَّwith them المَذَاكِيthe full-grown steeds
وظباءٍ خاضَتْ بِهِنَّ المَذَاكِي
فِيin تِلاعٍgullies منof الدِّماءِblood غِصاصِchoked full
فِي تِلاعٍ من الدِّماءِ غِصاصِ
And sword-edges borne by full-grown steeds as they waded
And gazelles who waded through the waterholes,
Through gullies choked with blood.
In a flock of blood covered in mud.
يَنْتَعِلْنَthey shoe themselves الخدودَthe cheeks منfrom تَحْتِbeneath حُجْنٍcurved hooks
يَنْتَعِلْنَ الخدودَ من تَحْتِ حُجْنٍ
قَدْalready تَلَفَّفْنَthey became entwined فِيin شُعورِthe hair of النَّواصِيthe forelocks
قَدْ تَلَفَّفْنَ فِي شُعورِ النَّواصِي
They shoe themselves with cheeks beneath curved hooks
They wore rouge on their cheeks from under the veils,
Entwined in the hair of forelocks,
Wrapped in the hair of their hanging forelocks.
بعدَafter ضَرْبٍstriking مَاnot قَتْلُهُits killing لِمُقيدٍfor an avenger
بعدَ ضَرْبٍ مَا قَتْلُهُ لِمُقيدٍ
وطِعانٍand spear-thrusting مَاnot جُرْحُهاits wound لِقصاصِfor retaliation
وطِعانٍ مَا جُرْحُها لِقصاصِ
After blows whose killing no avenger can requite,
After a beating, whose murder is not for a prisoner,
And spear-thrusts whose wounds admit no retaliation,
And stabbing, whose wounds are not for retaliation.
وابْتِدارِand rushing النَّجاءِescape وَهْوَwhile it is غَلاءٌcostly
وابْتِدارِ النَّجاءِ وَهْوَ غَلاءٌ
بنفوسٍwith lives عَلَىto الحتوفِdeaths رِخَاصِcheap
بنفوسٍ عَلَى الحتوفِ رِخَاصِ
And a rush for escape, dearly bought
And the crying of the rescued, while it is expensive,
With lives held cheap by death.
With souls over wispy bodies.
تَنْطِقُspeak البِيضُthe bright swords فِيin الطُّلىthe necks والعَوَاليand the tall lances
تَنْطِقُ البِيضُ فِي الطُّلى والعَوَالي
فِيin الكُلىthe kidneys أَبْشِرِيrejoice! بِفَوْتِat the loss of الخَلاصِdeliverance
فِي الكُلى أَبْشِرِي بِفَوْتِ الخَلاصِ
The bright swords speak in necks, and the tall lances
The white dresses speak in the mounds and highlands,
In kidneys: “Rejoice—deliverance is beyond reach!
In the kidneys, give glad tidings of the loss of salvation.
لَوْeven if رَكِبْتُمْyou rode مِنَّاfrom us الرِّياحَthe winds فِراراًin flight
لَوْ رَكِبْتُمْ مِنَّا الرِّياحَ فِراراً
لَتَرَدَّىwould plunge to ruin بكُمْwith you رُكوبُriding المَعاصِيsins
لَتَرَدَّى بكُمْ رُكوبُ المَعاصِي
Even if you rode the winds to flee from us,
If you rode the winds in escape,
Riding sins would plunge you into ruin.
The riding of disobedience would cast you down.
كمْhow often دُعيتُمْyou were summoned أَنthat لاتَthere is no حِينَtime شِقاقٍdiscord
كمْ دُعيتُمْ أَن لاتَ حِينَ شِقاقٍ
فأَبَيْتُمْbut you refused فلاتَso there is no حِينَtime مَناصِescape
فأَبَيْتُمْ فلاتَ حِينَ مَناصِ
How often you were summoned: ‘This is no time for discord!’
How often you were called when there was conflict,
But you refused; now there is no time for escape.”
But you refused, so do not call when in distress.
Sol 6.1