1. أيا جَزَعي بالدارِ إذ عَنَّ لي الجزعُ

    وقاد حِمامي من حمائمِهِ السّجْعُ

    O my anguish at the dwelling, when the valley-bend appeared to me!

    And the cooing of its doves brought on my doom.

  2. وعاوَدَني فيها رِداعي ولم أشِمْ

    ترائبَ عُوّادٍ يُضَمِّخُها الرّدْعُ

    There my old sickness returned, though I had not smelled

    the bosoms of visitors steeped in saffron perfume.

  3. وقفتُ بها والنفسُ من كلّ مقلةٍ

    تذوبُ بنارٍ في الضلوعِ لَها لذْعُ

    I stood there, my soul through every eye

    melting in a fire that seared within my ribs.

  4. مُطِلّاً مُطيلَ النّوْح لو أنّ دِمْنَةً

    لها بَصَرٌ تَحْتَ الحوادث أوْ سَمْعُ

    Standing over it, prolonging my lament—if only a ruined site

    had sight or hearing beneath calamities!

  5. طلولٌ عَفت آياتُها فَكأنَّما

    غرابِيبُها جِزْعٌ وأدمانُها وَدْعُ

    Ruins whose traces were effaced, as though

    their jet-black ravens were onyx, their pale antelopes cowries.

  6. حكى الربعُ منها بالصدى إذ سألتُهُ

    كلاميَ حَتَّى قيلَ هَل يَمْزَحُ الربعُ

    When I questioned the dwelling there, it echoed

    my words, till it was said, “Is the dwelling jesting?”

  7. تَخَطَّ معَ المحلِ الجنوبِ بِمَحوِها

    سطورَ البلى فيها وتعجبها المِسْعُ

    The south wind, with drought, writes by erasing them

    lines of decay within them, which the north wind marvels at.

  8. وَلَم يَبقَ إلّا ملعبٌ يبعثُ الأسى

    وَيَدعو الفتى مِنهُ إِلى الشَّوقِ ما يَدعو

    Nothing remained but a place of play awakening sorrow,

    and whatever within it summons a young man to longing.

  9. ومَجموعةٌ جمع الثلاثِ ولم تَزِدْ

    عليه صوالي النار أَوجُهها سفعُ

    And a cluster of three, not exceeding

    that number—fire-scorched stones with blackened faces.

  10. لبسنَ حدادَ الثكل وهي مقيمةٌ

    على مَيْتِ نارٍ لا يفارقها فَجْعُ

    They donned bereavement’s black and remain

    beside a dead fire, never free of grief.

  11. ومضروبةٌ بين الرّسوم وما جَنَتْ

    عقاب النوى من هامها الضربُ والقلعُ

    And pegs driven among the traces, though they had done no wrong:

    parting’s penalty upon their heads was blows and uprooting.

  12. ومُحلَولِكٌ ما فكَّ زيجاً ولا لَهُ

    بِسِرِّ قضاء النجم علمٌ ولا طبعُ

    And a pitch-black raven that never deciphered star-tables,

    with neither knowledge nor aptitude for the stars’ secret decrees.

  13. أَبانَ لَنا عَن بَيْنِنا فَلِسانُهُ

    علينا له قَطْعٌ أُتيحَ له القطعُ

    It revealed our parting to us; its tongue

    passed certain judgment against us—may it be cut off!

  14. إِذا لَم تَكُن للحيِّ داراً فما لها

    إِذا وَقَف المشتاقُ فيها جَرى الدمعُ

    If this was not the tribe’s dwelling, why,

    when the longing lover stands here, do tears flow?

  15. لياليَ عودي يكتسي وَرَقَ الصبا

    وإذ أنا إلفٌ للجآذِرِ لا سِمْعُ

    In nights when my bough clothed itself in youth’s leaves,

    and I was a companion to wild-ox calves, not a wolf-hyena,

  16. وينبو عنِ اللومِ المُعنِّفِ مَسمَعي

    بِمَنْ حُسْنُها بَينَ الحِسانِ له سمعُ

    my hearing turned away from harsh rebuke

    concerning one whose beauty was famed among the fair.

  17. فتاةٌ لها في النفسِ أصلٌ منَ الهوى

    وكُلُّ هَوىً في النفس مِن غيرِها بدعُ

    A maiden whose love has roots within my soul,

    while every love for another there is a novelty.

  18. وتبلغُ بنتُ الكرم من فرح الفتى

    بلذّتها ما ليس يبلغُه البِتْعُ

    The daughter of the vine brings a young man’s joy,

    through her delight, to heights no honey-wine can reach.

  19. يَصُدُّ الهوى عن قَطفِ رمَّانِ صَدرِها

    وإن راقَ في خوط القوام له ينعُ

    Desire holds back from plucking her bosom’s pomegranates,

    though their ripeness delights on her body’s slender branch.

  20. وَكَم مِن قُطوفٍ دانِياتٍ ودونَها

    تَعرِضُ أَشراع من الرمح أو شرعُ

    How many fruit-clusters hang close, yet before them

    stand outthrust spearpoints or bowstrings!

  21. تريكَ جبيناً يُخجِلُ الشمسَ هيبةً

    وخَلْقاً عميماً في الشبابِ له جَمعُ

    She shows you a brow that abashes the sun with awe,

    and a full-grown form in youth’s full bloom.

  22. وتبسمُ في جُنح الدجى وهو عابسٌ

    فيضحكُ منها عن بروقٍ لها لَمعُ

    She smiles in the depths of night while it is frowning,

    and it laughs through her with gleaming lightning-flashes.

  23. وَبيدٍ أَبادَتْ عيسَنا بِيَبابِها

    فُهُنَّ غِراثٌ في عِجافٍ لَها رتَعُ

    And deserts that laid our pale camels waste with their barrenness:

    they are famished, their grazing in barren tracts.

  24. إذا سمعَ الحادي بها السِّمْعُ ظَنّهُ

    كريماً على نَشْزٍ لمأدُبَةٍ يدعو

    When the wolf-hyena there hears the camel-driver, it thinks him

    a generous man upon a rise, calling to a feast.

  25. فكم من هزيلٍ في اقتفاءِ هزيلةٍ

    ليأكلَ منها فَضْلَ ما أكل السّبعُ

    How many a lean beast follows a lean she-camel,

    to eat from her what the predator’s meal has left!

  26. فإِن يُهلِكِ الإِيجافُ حَرفاً بِمَهمَهٍ

    فَإِنَّهُما السيفُ المُجرّد والنّطعُ

    If hard riding kills a lean she-camel in a trackless waste,

    the two are a naked sword and an executioner’s leather mat.

  27. نَحَوْتُ عَلَيها كُلَّ حَرْفٍ بَعامِلٍ

    مِنَ العَزْمِ مَخصوصٌ بِهِ الخفضُ والرّفعُ

    Upon her I made for every quarter, with a governing force

    of resolve, entrusted with lowering and raising.

  28. وعاركتُ دهري في عريكةِ بازلٍ

    ينوءُ به هادٍ كما انْتصَبَ الجذعُ

    I wrestled with my fate upon a full-grown camel’s hump,

    weighed down by a neck upright as a tree-trunk.

  29. وما خارَ عُودي عندَ غَمزِ مُلِمَّةٍ

    وهل خارَ عِندَ الغمزِ في يَدِكَ النبعُ

    My wood did not yield under calamity’s pressure;

    does nabaʿ wood yield under pressure in your hand?

  30. وَمُلتَحِفٍ بِالصقلِ مِن لَمعِ بارقٍ

    يُطيرُ فَرَاشَ الهام من حَدّه القرعُ

    And a sword cloaked in polish, bright as a lightning-flash,

    blows from its edge send skull-fragments flying.

  31. أَقام معَ الأحقابِ حَتَّى كَأَنَّما

    لِحَدّيْه عنه من حوادِثِها دَفعُ

    It has endured through ages, as though

    its two edges warded their calamities away from it.

  32. وتَحسَب أَهوالَ الحروبِ لشَيبِه

    وكلُّ خِضابٍ في ذَوائِبِهِ رَدْعُ

    You would take war’s terrors as the cause of its grey hair,

    and every dye upon its tresses is a bloodstain.

  33. إِذا سُلّ واهتزّتْ مضاربُهُ حكى

    أخا السلّ هزّته بأُفْكلها الرِّبْعُ

    When drawn, its striking edges quiver, resembling

    a consumptive shaken by the quartan fever’s chills.

  34. وتحسرُ منه أنفسٌ هلكتْ به

    فما صارمٌ في الأرض من غمدهِ سَقعُ

    Souls destroyed by it lament because of it;

    no sword on earth is farther from its sheath.

  35. أَأَذكى علَيه القينُ بالرّيحِ نارَهُ

    وَأَمكَنَه في الطبعِ بَينَهُما طَبْعُ

    Did the smith fan his fire over it with wind,

    and did an affinity between the two enable him to forge it?

  36. أَصاعِقَةٌ مُنقَضَّةٌ مِن غِرارِهِ

    يَهولُكَ في هامِ الرواسي لها صدعُ

    Is that a thunderbolt plunging from its keen edge,

    whose rending of the mountain crests appalls you?

  37. وجامدةٍ فاضت فقلنا تَعَجُّباً

    أَنهُرٌ تَمَشَّت فَوقَُ الرّيح أو درعُ

    And a solid thing that flowed, so we exclaimed in wonder:

    “Are these rivers walking above the wind, or a coat of mail?”

  38. وأَحكَمها داودُ عن وَحْيِ ربّهِ

    بلطفِ يدٍ قاسي الحديدِ لها شَمْعُ

    David fashioned it firmly by his Lord’s revelation,

    with a deft hand, to which hard iron was wax.

  39. ترى الحلقاتِ الجُعْد منها حبائِكاً

    مُسَمَّرَةً فيها مساميرها القرعُ

    You see its curling rings as woven meshes,

    riveted in place, their rivets hammer-blows.

  40. سرابيّةُ المرأى وإن لم يَرِدْ بها

    على الذِّمْرِ طعنٌ يتَّقيه ولا مصعُ

    Mirage-like in appearance, even when through it

    no thrust or stroke assails the warrior for him to ward off.

  41. وعذراء يغشاها ذكورُ أسِنّةٍ

    وتُثْنَى لِجَمعٍ كُلَّما افتَرقَ الجمعُ

    And a virgin whom male spearheads cover,

    bent toward a host whenever the host disperses.

  42. وَمُنجَرِدٍ كالسيدِ يعُمِلُ أَرضَهُ

    فَيبني سماءً فوقه سمكها النّقعُ

    And a sleek-coated steed, like a wolf, working the ground,

    building a sky above him whose vault is dust.

  43. متى يمنع الجريُ الجيادَ من الونى

    ففي يده بذلٌ من الجري لا منعُ

    Whenever thoroughbreds withhold their running out of weariness,

    his foreleg gives running freely, never withholding.

  44. له بَصَرٌ مستخرِجٌ خبء ليلةٍ

    إذا الحسّ أهداه إلى قلبه السّمعُ

    His sight draws out what a night conceals,

    when hearing conveys sensation to his heart.

  45. ويمرقُ بي السبق في كلّ حلبةٍ

    فتحسبهُ سهماً يطير به النزعُ

    He shoots me to the lead in every race,

    so you think him an arrow sped by a bowstring’s draw.

  46. برأيي وعزمي أكملَ اللّه صِبْغَتي

    ولولا الحيا والشمسُ ما كَمُلَ الزرعُ

    Through my judgment and resolve, God perfected my nature;

    without rain and sun, the crop would never ripen.