أَرَبَّةَO mistress of الخِدرthe secluded chamber ذاتَpossessing الرَيطfine wraps والخُمُرِand veils
أَرَبَّةَ الخِدر ذاتَ الرَيط والخُمُرِ
إليكِaway with you عنّيfrom me فماfor ... not التَشبيبُlove poetry منpart of وطريmy desire
إليكِ عنّي فما التَشبيبُ من وطري
O mistress of the secluded chamber, wearer of fine wraps and veils,
O maid of slender waist with wine and draughts of joy,
Away from me, for love poetry is not my desire.
To you from me - for youthful passion has lost its ploy.
فيin كُلِّevery قامةheight عَسّالٍa swaying spear تُأوِّدهُbend it
في كُلِّ قامة عَسّالٍ تُأوِّدهُ
كفّايَmy two hands ليfor me غنيَةٌsufficiency عنin place of قدِّكyour figure النَضرِblooming
كفّايَ لي غنيَةٌ عن قدِّك النَضرِ
In every tall, swaying spear, bent
In every willowy form that would excite desire
By my two hands, I find enough to forgo your blooming figure.
My own proud height suffices me, its freshness to enjoy.
طويتُI turned عنaway from كُلِّevery أَمرpursuit يُستَلَذُّpleasure is taken بهin it
طويتُ عن كُلِّ أَمر يُستَلَذُّ به
كشحاًflank وأَغضيتُand I averted my eyes عنfrom وَردٍcoming وعنand from صَدَرِgoing
كشحاً وأَغضيتُ عن وَردٍ وعن صَدَرِ
From every pleasure-giving pursuit I have turned
I've turned aside from all whose pleasures cloy or tire,
My flank away, and averted my eyes from coming and going.
Spurning the rose, the singer, and the cask;
غَنيتُI am content بالمجدwith glory لاnot أَبغيI seek سواهُother than it هوىًlove
غَنيتُ بالمجد لا أَبغي سواهُ هوىً
فيin هزَّةthe swaying of السُمرthe dusky spears ماthat which يُغنيsuffices عنin place of السُمُرِthe dusky women
في هزَّة السُمر ما يُغني عن السُمُرِ
Glory suffices me; I seek no other love.
Ambition is my mistress; I aspire
The sway of dusky spears suffices in place of dusky beauties.
To naught but glory, heedless of the ask.
وَماand not أَسِفتُI mourned عَلىfor عَصرٍa time قضيتُI spent بهin it
وَما أَسِفتُ عَلى عَصرٍ قضيتُ به
عيشَlife الشَبيبةyouth فيin فَسحٍample space منof العُمُرِa lifetime
عيشَ الشَبيبة في فَسحٍ من العُمُرِ
Nor have I mourned the time in which I spent
In the night's merry-making wine no longer gives me cheer,
My youthful days in life's ample expanse,
Nor do I grieve o’er vanished days and vanished youth,
إِلّاexcept لفرقةfor parting from إِخوانbrothers أَلفتُهُمُI grew fond of them
إِلّا لفرقة إِخوان أَلفتُهُمُ
منamong كُلِّevery أَصيدَproud man with head held high مثلlike الصارمthe keen sword الذَكَرِof hard steel
من كُلِّ أَصيدَ مثل الصارم الذَكَرِ
Save for parting from brothers I had grown fond of,
Save for the loss of boon companions once held dear,
Each with head held high, like a keen blade of hard steel.
True brothers, valiant warriors - mirrors of truth.
طُهرchaste المآزِرِthe waistcloths مذsince نيطَتwere hung تمائمُهمtheir amulets
طُهر المآزِرِ مذ نيطَت تمائمُهم
نالواthey attained منof المَجدglory ماwhat نالواthey attained منof الظفرِvictory
نالوا من المَجد ما نالوا من الظفرِ
Their waistcloths spotless since their amulets were hung,
When their talismans were bound success was swift acquired,
They won as much glory as they won victory.
And glory followed them, triumphantly they fared.
شادواthey raised قِبابَdomes المَعاليlofty honors منfrom بيوتهمُtheir houses
شادوا قِبابَ المَعالي من بيوتهمُ
واِستوطنواand they settled ذِروةthe summit of العَلياءeminence منamong مُضرِMudar
واِستوطنوا ذِروة العَلياء من مُضرِ
From their houses they raised the domes of lofty honor,
Their homes exalted to pinnacles of fame aspired,
And dwelt on the summit of eminence among Mudar.
Muḍar attained through them heights sublime when shared.
كَمmany a فيهمُamong them منof كَريمٍnoble man زانَهadorned him شَمَمُproud dignity
كَم فيهمُ من كَريمٍ زانَه شَمَمُ
تُغنيكspares you the need غُرَّتهhis radiant brow عنfor طَلعةِthe visage of القَمرِthe moon
تُغنيك غُرَّته عن طَلعةِ القَمرِ
Many a noble man among them is graced with proud dignity;
Among them were so many noble, generous men,
His radiant brow leaves you no need of the moon's face.
Their brilliance dims the radiance of the moon.
سَقىmay ... water الحَياlife-giving rain ربعَthe dwelling of أنسٍfellowship ضمَّgathered شملَهمُtheir company
سَقى الحَيا ربعَ أنسٍ ضمَّ شملَهمُ
ولاand may not عداbypass سوحَهُits courtyards مُستعذَبsweet المطرِrain
ولا عدا سوحَهُ مُستعذَب المطرِ
May life-giving rain water the home of fellowship that united them,
To their tribe’s quarters fate sent clouds of brotherhood when
And may sweet rain never pass its courtyards by.
Their open hands were like the gentle rain, a boon.
ياO للرجالmen, to the rescue لِصبٍّfor an ardent lover بالعُلىof lofty honor قمنٍworthy
يا للرجال لِصبٍّ بالعُلى قمنٍ
يُمسيhe passes the evening وَيُصبحُand he passes the morning منbecause of دهرfortune علىin غَرَرِperil
يُمسي وَيُصبحُ من دهر على غَرَرِ
O men, help a lover worthy of lofty honor,
O those were men! whose souls with glory were in tune,
Who spends evening and morning in peril at fortune's mercy.
Whose lives uncertainty could never lead astray.
لَوif أَنصفتنيtreated me fairly اللَياليthe nights حزتُI would have attained مُطَّلَبيmy goal
لَو أَنصفتني اللَيالي حزتُ مُطَّلَبي
ولمand did not أَبتI spend the night حِلفَan ally of وَجدٍlonging عاقرbarren of الوَطرِdesire
ولم أَبت حِلفَ وَجدٍ عاقر الوَطرِ
Had the nights dealt fairly with me, I would have attained my goal,
Had only fortune let me gain my wishes soon,
And not spent the night allied to longing, barren of fulfillment.
I would have shunned the bitter, lonesome, hopeless day.
الآنnow أحرزI secure آماليmy hopes وأدرِكُهاand I attain them
الآن أحرز آمالي وأدرِكُها
بماجِدٍthrough a noble man غيرnot ذيpossessing مَنٍّreproach for favors ولاnor ضَجرِimpatience
بماجِدٍ غير ذي مَنٍّ ولا ضَجرِ
Now I secure my hopes and attain them,
But now my hopes I shall accomplish and convey
Through a noble man who neither boasts of his favors nor grows impatient,
With glories that know no constraint and breed no shame.
مُسدَّدِsound الرأيin judgment لمdid not يعبأpay heed بحادثَةٍto a calamity
مُسدَّدِ الرأي لم يعبأ بحادثَةٍ
وَلَمand did not تخنهbetray him يدُthe hand of الأَيّامthe days وَالغيَرِand reversals of fortune
وَلَم تخنه يدُ الأَيّام وَالغيَرِ
Sound in judgment, he paid no heed to calamity,
With steady purpose no mischance leads me astray -
Nor did the hand of days and fortune's reversals betray him.
Betrayed by neither fate nor humankind's cold game.
Sol 6.1