والأرضُand the earth عاطرةُfragrant النّواحيthe regions غضّةٌfresh and tender
والأرضُ عاطرةُ النّواحي غضّةٌ
خضراءُgreen فيin ثوبa robe أغرَّradiant جديدِnew
خضراءُ في ثوب أغرَّ جديدِ
And the earth is fragrant in its reaches, fresh and tender,
The land, its corners fragrant, is verdant,
Green in a radiant new robe.
Green in a dress of finest new weave,
والماءُand the water تدفعُهُpropel it إليكَtoward you مثاعبٌwater channels
والماءُ تدفعُهُ إليكَ مثاعبٌ
شتّىvarious منfrom الميثاءِthe soft, level ground والجُلمُودِand the solid rock
شتّى من الميثاءِ والجُلمُودِ
And the water is driven toward you by channels,
And the brooks push to you their rapids,
Of many kinds, from soft ground and solid rock.
Diverse, from the clear pools and still deeps,
صافٍclear علىwith صفةِthe appearance of المهاcrystal ومذاقُهand its taste
صافٍ على صفةِ المها ومذاقُه
شَهدٌhoney فخُذso take منfrom طيِّبٍwhat is pleasant وبَرودِand cool
شَهدٌ فخُذ من طيِّبٍ وبَرودِ
Clear as crystal, and its taste
Pure in its essence and its taste is sweetness—
Is honey; so partake of what is pleasant and cool.
Take of goodness and coolness your fill.
ملأfilled التِّلاعthe gullies فأقبلتso they advanced وكانّهاand as though they were
ملأ التِّلاع فأقبلت وكانّها
هجماتُonslaughts حيّاتٍsnakes ذواتpossessing حقُودِgrudges
هجماتُ حيّاتٍ ذوات حقُودِ
It filled the gullies, and they surged forward, as though
The wadis brimmed over. I came, and they were
Onslaughts of spiteful snakes.
Like strikes of snakes endowed with great necks.
تنحوtend إلىtoward حالthe state of الغطيطِsnoring ورُبّماand sometimes
تنحو إلى حال الغطيطِ ورُبّما
زَأرتroared فتسمعهاso you hear them زئيرَthe roaring of أسودِlions
زَأرت فتسمعها زئيرَ أسودِ
They verge on snoring, and sometimes
They tend toward murmurous complaint, and sometimes
They roar, so you hear in them the roar of lions.
Snarl—you’d hear them roar like a black lion,
وَتُثيرُand stir up طافيةَfloating الحصىthe pebbles فكأنّهاso, as though they
وَتُثيرُ طافيةَ الحصى فكأنّها
ولتset in charge علىover الساعاتِthe hours فَهمَthe understanding of بليدa dullard
ولت على الساعاتِ فَهمَ بليد
And they stir up the floating pebbles, as though they
And the eddies stirring the pebbles, it’s as if
Had put a dullard’s mind in charge of the hours.
They had attacked the hours, dull and stunned.
Sol 6.1