Sol 6.1

  1. بَرقَتْ له مسنونةً تتلهَّبُ

    أمضى من القَدرِ المتاح وأغلبُ

    It flashed before him, sharpened and ablaze,

    Sharper than allotted fate, and mightier.

  2. حَزَّتْ فلا خد الحديدِ مخضَّبٌ

    بدمٍ ولا نحرُ الذبيح مخضًّب

    It cut; the iron's cheek was not stained

    With blood, nor was the slaughtered creature's throat stained.

  3. وجرى يصيحُ مصفّقاً حينا فلا

    بصرٌ يزوغُ ولا خطىً تتنكَّب

    And he ran, crying out, clapping awhile; neither

    Did his gaze waver, nor did his footsteps stray.

  4. حتى غَلَتْ بي ريبة فسألتُهمْ

    خانَ السّلاحُ أم المنيَّةُ تكذب

    Until doubt boiled within me, and I asked them:

    Had the weapon failed, or was death lying?

  5. قالوا حلاوةُ روحه رقصتْ به

    فأجبتهم ما كلَّ رقصٍ يُطرب

    They said, 'His soul's sweetness made him dance.'

    So I answered them, 'Not every dance delights.'

  6. هيهاتَ دونكه قضى فإذا به

    صَعقٌ يشرّق تارة ويغرّب

    Far from it! Look—he has died; yet there he is,

    Stunned, darting now east, now west.

  7. وإذا به يزورُّ مختلف الخطى

    وزكّيةٌ موتورةٌ تتصبَّبُ

    And there he is, swerving, his footsteps uneven,

    And pure, unavenged blood streams down.

  8. يعدو فيجذبه العياءُ فيرتمي

    ويكاد يظفر بالحياة فتهرب

    He runs; exhaustion drags at him, and he collapses,

    And almost wins life, but it escapes.

  9. متدفقٌ بدمائه متقلبٌ

    متعلّقٌ بدَمائِه متوثب

    Gushing blood, writhing,

    Clinging to his blood, springing up.

  10. أعذابهُ يُدْعى حَلاوةَ روحِه

    كْم منطق فيه الحقيقةُ تُقلب

    His torments are called 'his soul's sweetness.'

    How often, in speech, truth is turned upside down!

  11. إنَّ الحلاوةَ في فمٍ متلمظٍ

    شَرَهاً ليشرب ما الضحيَّةُ تسكب

    Indeed, sweetness lies in a mouth smacking its lips,

    Greedily, to drink what the victim pours out.

  12. هي فرحةُ العيدِ التي قامت على

    ألمِ الحياةِ وكلُّ عيدٍ طيّبُ

    It is the joy of Eid, which was founded upon

    Life's pain—and every Eid is happy!