إِنَّماonly فازَتwon قِداحُthe lottery-arrows المَناياthe death-fates
إِنَّما فازَت قِداحُ المَنايا
يَومَon the day حازَتclaimed خَصلَهاits winning stake بِتَنوفاat Tanufa
يَومَ حازَت خَصلَها بِتَنوفا
Death's lottery-arrows won only
The cups of destiny have only triumphed
on the day they claimed their prize at Tanufa,
The day they attained their goal in Tenuf
يَومَon the day قالَتsaid لِلرَدىto doom اِستَقصِclaim fully حَظّيmy share
يَومَ قالَت لِلرَدى اِستَقصِ حَظّي
يَومَon the day لَمdid not تَصطَفِchoose إِلّاexcept الشَريفاthe noble
يَومَ لَم تَصطَفِ إِلّا الشَريفا
the day they said to doom: claim my whole share,
The day she said to fate: take all I own
the day they chose none but the noble.
The day she chose only the noblest men
وَصُنِand preserve التالدَwhat is inherited مَجداًin glory وَعِزّاًand might
وَصُنِ التالدَ مَجداً وَعِزّاً
إِنَّindeed عَجزاًweakness أَنthat تَصونَyou preserve الطَريفاthe newly acquired
إِنَّ عَجزاً أَن تَصونَ الطَريفا
And preserve the inherited in glory and might;
Who protected glorious honour and might
it is weakness to preserve the newly acquired.
For it is beyond you to protect the weak
واحِدٌone أَفضَلُbetter مِنthan أَلفِa thousand أَلفٍthousand
واحِدٌ أَفضَلُ مِن أَلفِ أَلفٍ
فَخُذِso take الواحِدَthe one وَاِسفِand scatter الأُلوفاthe thousands
فَخُذِ الواحِدَ وَاِسفِ الأُلوفا
One is better than a thousand thousand:
One man of worth is better than thousands
so take the one and scatter the thousands.
So take the one and dispense with the hordes
إِنَّماonly اِنهَضَّتwere shattered هِضابُthe hills المَعاليthe heights of honor
إِنَّما اِنهَضَّت هِضابُ المَعالي
وَاِكتَسَتand became clothed أَقمارُهُنَّtheir moons الخُسوفاthe eclipse
وَاِكتَسَت أَقمارُهُنَّ الخُسوفا
Only then were the mountains of high honor shattered,
The hills of glory rose up
and their moons clothed in eclipse,
As their moons eclipsed in sorrow
يَومَon the day سَقىgave to drink الدَهرُTime أَرواحَthe souls of قَوميmy people
يَومَ سَقى الدَهرُ أَرواحَ قَومي
تَحتَbeneath ظِلِّthe shade of الخافِقاتِthe fluttering banners الحُتوفاdeaths
تَحتَ ظِلِّ الخافِقاتِ الحُتوفا
when Time gave my people's souls to drink
The day fate watered the souls of my people
death beneath the shade of fluttering banners.
Under the shade of swords drawn ready
عَجَباًhow astonishing مِنat جرأَةِthe boldness of المَوتِDeath إِذwhen لَمdid not
عَجَباً مِن جرأَةِ المَوتِ إِذ لَم
يَنقَمِعrecoil عَنهُمfrom them مَروعاًterrified مَخوفاfeared
يَنقَمِع عَنهُم مَروعاً مَخوفا
How astonishing Death's boldness, that it did not
How bold is death that it did not cower
recoil from them, terrified though itself feared!
Fearful or afraid before their might
فَقدُهُمtheir loss هَدَّdemolished مِنَof المَجدِglory رُكناًa pillar
فَقدُهُم هَدَّ مِنَ المَجدِ رُكناً
كانَwas عَمرُby the life of اللَهِGod صَعباًimpregnable مَنيفاlofty
كانَ عَمرُ اللَهِ صَعباً مَنيفا
Their loss demolished a pillar of glory
To lose them wrecked a pillar of glory
that, by God's life, was impregnable and lofty.
Once stubborn and strong through the years
فَقدُهُمtheir loss غادَرَleft ماwhat رَوَّضَتهُhad made it verdant
فَقدُهُم غادَرَ ما رَوَّضَتهُ
هَضَباتُthe hills of الجودِgenerosity قلّاًmeager قَصيفاshattered
هَضَباتُ الجودِ قلّاً قَصيفا
Their loss left what had been made verdant
To lose them left what their hills of generosity had tamed
by the hills of generosity meager and shattered.
Barren and desolate, nothing alive
فَقدُهُمtheir loss غادَرَleft ماwhat شَمِلَتهُhad encompassed it
فَقدُهُم غادَرَ ما شَمِلَتهُ
نَفَحاتُthe breezes of العرفِkindness حُزناًgrief حَليفاinseparably allied
نَفَحاتُ العرفِ حُزناً حَليفا
Their loss left what had been embraced
To lose them left what the winds of virtue had touched
by breezes of kindness inseparably bound to grief.
Only sorrow remains, a faithful friend
فَقدُهُمtheir loss غادَرَleft مِنfrom بَعدِafter لينٍgentleness
فَقدُهُم غادَرَ مِن بَعدِ لينٍ
خَفضَthe ease of عَيشِthe life of الناسِthe people فَظّاًharsh عَنيفاviolent
خَفضَ عَيشِ الناسِ فَظّاً عَنيفا
Their loss, after its gentleness, left
To lose them left after gentleness
people's easy living harsh and violent.
Life harsh and violent for other men
إِنَّindeed بِالرَوضَةِat al-Rawda عِصوادَthe tumult of حَربٍwar
إِنَّ بِالرَوضَةِ عِصوادَ حَربٍ
قَطَّعَتhacked apart فيهِin it السُيوفُthe swords السُيوفاthe swords
قَطَّعَت فيهِ السُيوفُ السُيوفا
Indeed, at al-Rawda there was a tumult of war
In that meadow were clubs of war
in which swords hacked swords apart.
Where swords cut down other swords
طَفِقَتbegan تَجدَعُcutting off فيهِin it رِجالُthe men of الthe (continued)
طَفِقَت تَجدَعُ فيهِ رِجالُ ال
أزدِAzd جَهلاًin folly بِالأَكُفِّwith the hands الأُنوفاthe noses
أزدِ جَهلاً بِالأَكُفِّ الأُنوفا
There, the men of the Azd began to cut off
The men of Kelb blindly hacked about
noses with their hands, in folly.
With foolish hands and clumsy blades
حُكِّمَwas made arbiter المَوتُDeath فَضَمَّand joined إِلىto السthe (continued)
حُكِّمَ المَوتُ فَضَمَّ إِلى الس
سادَةِchiefs المَحيضِthe pure-born لَفاءًrabble لَفيفاmixed together
سادَةِ المَحيضِ لَفاءً لَفيفا
Death was made arbiter, and joined to the
Death was judge, drawing into the company of chiefs
pure-born chiefs a motley rabble.
A dear companion, cherished and loved
ياoh لَهُfor it مِنof مُستَكَفِّan encompassing ring حِمامٍdeath
يا لَهُ مِن مُستَكَفِّ حِمامٍ
واجَهَتconfronted فيهِin it الصُفوفُthe ranks الصُفوفاthe ranks
واجَهَت فيهِ الصُفوفُ الصُفوفا
What a ring of death it was,
What a river of blood it was
where ranks confronted ranks!
Where ranks were flooded by ranks
سَدَلَdraped النَقعُthe dust عَلَيهِمover them سُجوفاًcurtains
سَدَلَ النَقعُ عَلَيهِم سُجوفاً
هَتَكَتtore apart فيهِin it الرَداياthe death-strokes السُجوفاthe curtains
هَتَكَت فيهِ الرَدايا السُجوفا
Dust drew curtains over them;
Destiny hung over them, eclipsing
there, deadly blows tore those curtains apart.
The eclipse, rending shields
فَتَرىso you see الأَرواحَthe souls تُجتَثُّbeing uprooted سَوقاًdriven along
فَتَرى الأَرواحَ تُجتَثُّ سَوقاً
وَتَرىand you see فيهِin it المَناياthe death-fates وُقوفاstanding
وَتَرى فيهِ المَنايا وُقوفا
You would see souls uprooted and driven off,
You would see souls ripped out
and see the fates standing there.
And death standing over them
صارَbecame مِنfrom صَوبِthe downpour of الدِماءِblood رَبيعاًspring
صارَ مِن صَوبِ الدِماءِ رَبيعاً
صارَbecame مِنfrom كَيِّthe searing of الضِرابِsword-fighting مَصيفاsummer
صارَ مِن كَيِّ الضِرابِ مَصيفا
From the downpour of blood it became spring;
From that place of blood sprang a spring
from the searing sword-blows it became summer.
From that strike of swords came a summer
ماnot اِنجَلىcleared حَتّىuntil اِكتَسَتbecame clothed مِنfrom دُجاهُits darkness
ما اِنجَلى حَتّى اِكتَسَت مِن دُجاهُ
بَهجَةُthe splendor of الأَرضِthe earth ظَلاماًdarkness كَثيفاthick
بَهجَةُ الأَرضِ ظَلاماً كَثيفا
It did not clear until, from its gloom,
Until the darkness lifted from the ground
the earth's splendor had donned thick darkness.
And the land again shone, shadows dispelled
تَرَكَleft الدَهرُTime وساعَthe far-striding ones المَعاليhigh honors
تَرَكَ الدَهرُ وساعَ المَعالي
بَعدَafter شَيخِthe chief of الأَزدِthe Azd نَصرٍNasr قطوفاslow-stepping
بَعدَ شَيخِ الأَزدِ نَصرٍ قطوفا
Time left the far-striding glories
Fate left the heights of glory
slow of step after Nasr, chief of the Azd.
After elder Nasr had reaped his harvest
ياO سُوَيدَSuwayd بنَson of سراةٍSarat تَرَقَّبawait
يا سُوَيدَ بنَ سراةٍ تَرَقَّب
ضَربَةًa blow تَجتَثُّthat tears out مِنكَfrom you الصَليفاthe side of the neck
ضَربَةً تَجتَثُّ مِنكَ الصَليفا
Suwayd ibn Sarat, await
O Suweyd son of Serah, prepare
a blow that tears away the side of your neck.
For a blow to uproot your perversity
قَدindeed كَفاكَhas spared you النُجحُsuccess يَوماًa day
قَد كَفاكَ النُجحُ يَوماً
تَتَرُكُleaves الصاحِيَthe sober man مِنهُfrom it نَزيفاintoxicated
تَتَرُكُ الصاحِيَ مِنهُ نَزيفا
Success has spared you a day
Victory sufficed you one day
that leaves the sober man reeling.
Leaving your opponent severed and torn
وَاِبنُand the son of مِنهالٍMinhal سَعيدٌSa'id سَيُسقىwill be made to drink
وَاِبنُ مِنهالٍ سَعيدٌ سَيُسقى
بِظُباةِwith the edges of البيضِthe bright swords سُمّاًpoison مَدوفاblended
بِظُباةِ البيضِ سُمّاً مَدوفا
And Sa'id ibn Minhal shall be made to drink
And Son of Minhal, Sa'eed will be watered
from bright sword-edges a blended poison,
With the white swords' poison, death distributed
مِثلَlike ماwhat مَدَّتextended يَداهُhis two hands اِختِلاساًstealthily
مِثلَ ما مَدَّت يَداهُ اِختِلاساً
لِفَتىto the young man of الشَيخَينِthe two elders نَصلاًa blade نَجيفاbroad
لِفَتى الشَيخَينِ نَصلاً نَجيفا
just as his hands stealthily thrust
As he stretched out his hands to seize
a broad blade at the young man of the two elders.
The sword of the two elders, polished and keen
إِنif تَكُنbe أَسلافُthe forebears of قَوميmy people تَوَلّواhave passed away
إِن تَكُن أَسلافُ قَومي تَوَلّوا
فَلَقَدthen surely أَبقَواthey left أُناساًpeople خُلوفاsuccessors
فَلَقَد أَبقَوا أُناساً خُلوفا
If my people's forebears have passed away,
If my forefathers deserted
they have surely left people to succeed them.
They left behind them noble men, virtuous deeds
سَنُجاريwe shall match الوِترَthe blood-debt بِالسَفحِwith bloodshed حَتّىuntil
سَنُجاري الوِترَ بِالسَفحِ حَتّى
يَدَعَleaves الصِنفُthe single kind لَدَيهِمamong them صُنوفاmany kinds
يَدَعَ الصِنفُ لَدَيهِم صُنوفا
We shall match the blood-debt with bloodshed until
We will band together against adversity
one kind leaves them with kinds manifold.
Till all men acknowledge their excellence above others
عَكَفَlingered الدَمعُthe tears عَلىupon كُلِّevery عَينٍeye
عَكَفَ الدَمعُ عَلى كُلِّ عَينٍ
رَأَتِsaw الطَيرَthe birds عَلَيهِمover them عُكوفاgathered
رَأَتِ الطَيرَ عَلَيهِم عُكوفا
Tears lingered in every eye
Tears gathered in every eye
that saw birds gathered over them.
That saw the vultures circle above them
كَيفَhow لاnot نَأسىdo we mourn عَلَيهِمfor them لِحَربٍfor a war
كَيفَ لا نَأسى عَلَيهِم لِحَربٍ
تَتَحَدّىchallenges بِالزُحوفِwith advancing armies الزُحوفاthe advancing armies
تَتَحَدّى بِالزُحوفِ الزُحوفا
How could we not mourn them in a war
Why shouldn't we grieve for a battle
that challenges advancing armies with advancing armies?
Where crowds clash with other crowds
كَيفَhow لاnot نَأسىdo we mourn عَلَيهِمfor them لِعانٍfor a captive
كَيفَ لا نَأسى عَلَيهِم لِعانٍ
عَصَّبَbound tightly الأَركانthe limbs مِنهُof him الرَصيفاsturdy
عَصَّبَ الأَركان مِنهُ الرَصيفا
How could we not mourn them for a captive
Why shouldn't we grieve for a time
whose sturdy limbs have been tightly bound?
When calamity binds all corners fast
كَيفَhow لاnot نَأسىdo we mourn عَلَيهِمfor them لِخَطبٍfor a calamity
كَيفَ لا نَأسى عَلَيهِم لِخَطبٍ
تَجِفُthrob الأَكبادُthe livers مِنهُfrom it وَجيفاviolently
تَجِفُ الأَكبادُ مِنهُ وَجيفا
How could we not mourn them in a calamity
Why shouldn't we grieve for disasters
that sets livers violently throbbing?
That melt the liver and rot the flesh
كَيفَhow لاnot نَأسىdo we mourn عَلَيهِمfor them إِذاwhen ماever
كَيفَ لا نَأسى عَلَيهِم إِذا ما
أَلجَأَdrives to seek refuge الخَوفُfear المُضافَthe hard-pressed man اللَهيفاthe anguished
أَلجَأَ الخَوفُ المُضافَ اللَهيفا
How could we not mourn them whenever
Why shouldn't we grieve when fear
fear drives the hard-pressed, anguished man to seek refuge?
Drives the sheltered refugee distracted
عَجَباًhow astonishing لِلأَرضِof the earth كَيفَhow طَوَتهُمit enfolded them
عَجَباً لِلأَرضِ كَيفَ طَوَتهُم
فيin الثَرىthe soil الغامِضِdeep and hidden طَيّاًa folding لَطيفاgentle
في الثَرى الغامِضِ طَيّاً لَطيفا
How strange of the earth—how it folded them
How could the earth contain them
gently into its deep, hidden soil,
Gently in her dark, soft soil
وَهُمُand they are الهضبُthe mountains الشَوامِخُthe towering عِزّاًin might
وَهُمُ الهضبُ الشَوامِخُ عِزّاً
وَهُمُand they are الأَبحُرُthe seas سَيباًin bounty وَريفاabundant
وَهُمُ الأَبحُرُ سَيباً وَريفا
though they were towering mountains in might,
When they were peaks of glory
and seas of abundant bounty!
And seas, open and wild
أَبلِغاtell, you two فَهماًFahm وَإِنeven though جَشَّمَتهُhave burdened him
أَبلِغا فَهماً وَإِن جَشَّمَتهُ
حَلَقاتُthe rings of النكلِfetters مَشياًa walk رَسيفاshackled
حَلَقاتُ النكلِ مَشياً رَسيفا
Tell Fahm, you two, though he has been forced
Tell them I scorn
by rings of fetters to walk in short, shackled steps.
The injuries done me, intended to wound
لاكَهُchewed him نابُthe fang of المُبيرِthe destroyer المُعاديthe hostile
لاكَهُ نابُ المُبيرِ المُعادي
مَرَّةًat one time ضَغماًbiting وَطَوراًand at another صَريفاgnashing
مَرَّةً ضَغماً وَطَوراً صَريفا
The hostile destroyer's fang has chewed him,
The foe's teeth have often bitten me
now biting, now gnashing.
In rancour or justice, bending and twisting
وَهوَand he is قُطبُthe pivot of الأَزدِthe Azd أَنّىhowever اِستَدارَتthey turn
وَهوَ قُطبُ الأَزدِ أَنّى اِستَدارَت
شاءَhe wishes أَنto يَعدِلَact justly أَوor أَنto يَحيفاact unjustly
شاءَ أَن يَعدِلَ أَو أَن يَحيفا
Yet he is the pivot of the Azd, whichever way they turn,
He is the pole of Kelb, so let him turn
whether he chooses justice or oppression.
However he wants, to do right or wrong
أَفَلاdo you not تَعلَمُknow راشِدُRashid أَنthat ذاa possessor of اللthe (continued)
أَفَلا تَعلَمُ راشِدُ أَن ذا الل
لبِّunderstanding لاnot يُقدِمُadvances حَتّىuntil يَطيفاcircles about
لبِّ لا يُقدِمُ حَتّى يَطيفا
Do you not know, Rashid, that a man of
Don't you know, Rashid, that one of heart
understanding does not advance until he has circled about?
Does not act rashly or blindly charge forth
وَكَذاكَand likewise الصَقرthe falcon إِمّاwhen تَعالىrises high
وَكَذاكَ الصَقر إِمّا تَعالى
فَهوَthen it لاnot يَنحَطُّswoops down حَتّىuntil يَعيفاcircles over prey
فَهوَ لا يَنحَطُّ حَتّى يَعيفا
Likewise the falcon, when it rises high,
So too the falcon, if he soars high
does not swoop until it has circled above its prey.
Will not plummet unless he is spent
فَوِّقِnock السَهمَthe arrow وَلاand do not تَرمِshoot حَتّىuntil
فَوِّقِ السَهمَ وَلا تَرمِ حَتّى
تَعرِفَyou know النَزعَthe draw لِكَيso that لاnot يَصيفاit misses the mark
تَعرِفَ النَزعَ لِكَي لا يَصيفا
Nock the arrow, and do not shoot until
Aim well and do not shoot
you know the draw, so that it does not miss.
Until you know your purpose, lest you miss
إِنif يَكُنthere is يَومٌa day تَصَدّىconfronts بِنَحسٍwith ill fortune
إِن يَكُن يَومٌ تَصَدّى بِنَحسٍ
فَلَعَلَّthen perhaps السَعدَgood fortune يَأتيcomes رَديفاriding behind
فَلَعَلَّ السَعدَ يَأتي رَديفا
If a day confronts you with ill fortune,
If a day dawns cursed with misfortune
perhaps good fortune will come riding behind it.
Good fortune may yet follow after
أَوor يَكُنthere is ماnot اِنفَكَّhas ceased لَدغُthe sting of زَمانٍTime
أَو يَكُن ما اِنفَكَّ لَدغُ زَمانٍ
فَعَساهُthen perhaps it أَنto يَرُفَّflutter gently رَفيفاa fluttering
فَعَساهُ أَن يَرُفَّ رَفيفا
Or if Time's sting has not ceased,
Or if the sting of fate persists
perhaps it will yet flutter gently.
Hope remains it may gently lift away
لاdo not تُهَلِّلَنfalter فَرُبَّتfor many a ريحٍwind
لا تُهَلِّلَن فَرُبَّت ريحٍ
قَدindeed قَفاfollowed مِنهاfrom it النَسيمُthe gentle breeze الهَيوفاthe scorching wind
قَد قَفا مِنها النَسيمُ الهَيوفا
Do not falter: many a wind
Do not rejoice, for many winds have stilled
has had a gentle breeze follow its scorching blast.
And the soft breeze ceased its blowing
لَيسَis not يَومُthe day of الرَوضَةِal-Rawda الدَهرَtime جَميعاًin its entirety
لَيسَ يَومُ الرَوضَةِ الدَهرَ جَميعاً
إِنَّindeed لِلأَيّامِfor the days كَرّاًa return عَطوفاturning back
إِنَّ لِلأَيّامِ كَرّاً عَطوفا
The day of al-Rawda is not all of time:
The day of Rawda was not forever
the days have turns that come around again.
For days come in succession, circling
جَرِّدِunsheathe العَزمَresolve وَشَمِّرand gird yourself لِيَومٍfor a day
جَرِّدِ العَزمَ وَشَمِّر لِيَومٍ
يَترُكُmakes العارَthe disgrace الثَقيلَheavy خَفيفاlight
يَترُكُ العارَ الثَقيلَ خَفيفا
Unsheathe your resolve, and gird yourself for a day
Brace yourself and gather for a day
that makes heavy disgrace light.
That will leave shameful dishonor behind, lightened
أَقُعودٌwould you sit idle وَالقُلوبُwhile the hearts تَلَظّىblaze
أَقُعودٌ وَالقُلوبُ تَلَظّى
فَاِنبُذِthen cast away المِغفَرَthe helmet وَاِلبَسand put on نَصيفاa veil
فَاِنبُذِ المِغفَرَ وَاِلبَس نَصيفا
Would you sit idle while hearts blaze?
While I sit and hearts blaze
Then cast off the helmet and put on a veil!
Take up your sword, do not waver
لَيسَdoes not يَنجوescape المُشمَئِزُّthe shrinking man بِكودِin the mounds of الضthe (continued)
لَيسَ يَنجو المُشمَئِزُّ بِكودِ الض
ضالِwild lote-trees أَوor يُدنيbrings close إِلَيهِto himself الغَريفاthe thicket
ضالِ أَو يُدني إِلَيهِ الغَريفا
The shrinking man cannot escape in the mounds of
The hesitant man does not escape
wild lote-trees, or by drawing a thicket close about him.
Or draw near what he craves
Sol 6.1