لِمَنwhose طَلَلٌruined encampment هاجَstirred الفُؤادَthe heart المُتَيَّماlove-enslaved
لِمَن طَلَلٌ هاجَ الفُؤادَ المُتَيَّما
وَهَمَّand nearly بِسَلمانينَat Salmanayn أَنto يَتَكَلَّماspeak
وَهَمَّ بِسَلمانينَ أَن يَتَكَلَّما
Whose ruined encampment has stirred the love-enslaved heart,
and at Salmanayn seemed about to speak?
أَمَنزِلَتيO two dwellings of هِندٍHind بِناظِرَةَat Nazirah اسلَماfare well, both
أَمَنزِلَتي هِندٍ بِناظِرَةَ اسلَما
وَماand not راجَعَrenewed العِرفانَrecognition إِلّاexcept تَوَهُّماby conjecture
وَما راجَعَ العِرفانَ إِلّا تَوَهُّما
O Hind's two dwellings at Nazirah, fare well!
Yet he recognized them again only by conjecture.
وَقَدand already أَذِنَتnotified هِندٌHind حَبيباًa lover لِتَصرِماthat she would sever ties
وَقَد أَذِنَت هِندٌ حَبيباً لِتَصرِما
عَلىdespite طولِthe length of ماthe time that بَلّىhe suffered بِهِندٍover Hind وَهَيَّماand became love-crazed
عَلى طولِ ما بَلّى بِهِندٍ وَهَيَّما
Hind has notified a lover that she will break away,
though long he has suffered over Hind and been love-crazed.
وَقَدand once كانَthere were مِنamong شَأنِthe concerns of الغَوِيِّthe wayward lover ظَعائِنٌwomen in camel-litters
وَقَد كانَ مِن شَأنِ الغَوِيِّ ظَعائِنٌ
رَفَعنَthey raised الكُساthe coverings وَالعَبقَرِيَّand fine brocade المُرَقَّماpatterned
رَفَعنَ الكُسا وَالعَبقَرِيَّ المُرَقَّما
Among the wayward lover's concerns were women in camel-litters,
who raised the coverings and patterned brocade.
كَأَنَّas though رُسومَthe traces of الدارِthe dwelling ريشُthe feathers of حَمامَةٍa dove
كَأَنَّ رُسومَ الدارِ ريشُ حَمامَةٍ
مَحاهاeffaced them البِلىdecay فَاستَعجَمَتso they grew mute أَنto تَكَلَّماspeak
مَحاها البِلى فَاستَعجَمَت أَن تَكَلَّما
The dwelling's traces seem like a dove's feathers;
decay effaced them, and they grew too mute to speak.
طَوىfolded away البَينُseparation أَسبابَthe bonds of الوِصالِunion وَحاوَلَتand sought
طَوى البَينُ أَسبابَ الوِصالِ وَحاوَلَت
بِكِنهِلَat Kinhil أَسبابُthe ties of الهَوىlove أَنto تَجَذَّماbe severed
بِكِنهِلَ أَسبابُ الهَوى أَن تَجَذَّما
Separation folded away the bonds of union, and
at Kinhil the ties of love strove to break apart.
كَأَنَّas though جِمالَthe camels of الحَيِّthe tribe سُربِلنَwere clothed in يانِعاًripe fruit
كَأَنَّ جِمالَ الحَيِّ سُربِلنَ يانِعاً
مِنَfrom الوارِدِwhat comes to البَطحاءَthe gravelly valley مِنfrom نَخلِthe date-palms of مَلهَماMalham
مِنَ الوارِدِ البَطحاءَ مِن نَخلِ مَلهَما
As though the tribe's camels were clothed in ripe fruit,
coming to the valley floor from Malham's palms.
سُقيتِmay you be given to drink دَمَthe blood of الحَيّاتِserpents ماwhat بالُis the matter with زائِرٍa visitor
سُقيتِ دَمَ الحَيّاتِ ما بالُ زائِرٍ
يُلِمُّhe calls فَيُعطىand is given نائِلاًa gift أَنthat يُكَلَّماhe be spoken to
يُلِمُّ فَيُعطى نائِلاً أَن يُكَلَّما
May you drink serpents' blood! What of a visitor
who calls and is rewarded by being spoken to?
وَعَهديand my memory بِهِندٍof Hind وَالشَبابُwhile youth كَأَنَّهُas though it were
وَعَهدي بِهِندٍ وَالشَبابُ كَأَنَّهُ
عَسيبٌa palm branch نَماgrew فيin رَيَّةٍabundant moisture فَتَقَوَّماand grew straight
عَسيبٌ نَما في رَيَّةٍ فَتَقَوَّما
I remember Hind, when youth was like
a palm branch growing well-watered and straight.
بِهِندٍof Hind وَهِندٌand Hind هَمُّهُhis concern غَيرَexcept أَنَّهاthat she
بِهِندٍ وَهِندٌ هَمُّهُ غَيرَ أَنَّها
تَرىshe considers البُخلَstinginess وَالعِلّاتِand excuses فيin الوَعدِpromising مَغنَماa gain
تَرى البُخلَ وَالعِلّاتِ في الوَعدِ مَغنَما
Of Hind—Hind was his concern, though she
counted stinginess and excuses over promises as profit.
لَقَدindeed عَلِقَتhave clung بِالنَفسِto the soul مِنهاfrom her عَلائِقٌattachments
لَقَد عَلِقَت بِالنَفسِ مِنها عَلائِقٌ
أَبَتthey refused طولَthroughout هَذاthis الدَهرِage أَنto تَتَصَرَّماbe severed
أَبَت طولَ هَذا الدَهرِ أَن تَتَصَرَّما
Attachments to her have clung to my soul,
refusing throughout this long age to be severed.
دَعَتكَcalled you لَهاto her أَسبابُthe ties of طولِlong بَلِيَّةٍaffliction
دَعَتكَ لَها أَسبابُ طولِ بَلِيَّةٍ
وَوَجدٌand longing بِهاfor her هاجَstirred الحَديثَthe words المُكَتَّماkept secret
وَوَجدٌ بِها هاجَ الحَديثَ المُكَتَّما
The ties of long affliction called you to her,
and longing for her stirred the words kept secret.
عَلىat حينِthe time أَنwhen وَلّىdeparted الشَبابُyouth لِشَأنِهِto its own affairs
عَلى حينِ أَن وَلّى الشَبابُ لِشَأنِهِ
وَأَصبَحَand he became بِالشَيبِwith gray hair المُحيلِaltering one's looks تَعَمَّماturbaned
وَأَصبَحَ بِالشَيبِ المُحيلِ تَعَمَّما
At a time when youth had gone its own way,
and he had donned a turban of gray that changed his looks.
أَلاah لَيتَwould that هَذاthis الجَهلَfolly عَنّاfrom us تَصَرَّماwould break away
أَلا لَيتَ هَذا الجَهلَ عَنّا تَصَرَّما
وَأَحدَثَand acquired حِلماًgood sense قَلبُهُhis heart فَتَحَلَّماand grew forbearing
وَأَحدَثَ حِلماً قَلبُهُ فَتَحَلَّما
Ah, would that this folly would break away from us,
and his heart acquire good sense and learn forbearance!
أُنيخَتwere made to kneel رِكابيmy riding-camels بِالأَحِزَّةِat al-Ahizzah بَعدَماafter
أُنيخَت رِكابي بِالأَحِزَّةِ بَعدَما
خَبَطنَthey trod بِحَورانَat Hawran السَريحَthe leather sandals المُخَدَّماankle-strapped
خَبَطنَ بِحَورانَ السَريحَ المُخَدَّما
My riding-camels were made to kneel at al-Ahizzah, after
they had trodden Hawran in ankle-strapped leather sandals.
وَأُدنيand I draw near وِساديmy pillow مِنto ذِراعِthe foreleg of شِمِلَّةٍa swift she-camel
وَأُدني وِسادي مِن ذِراعِ شِمِلَّةٍ
وَأَترُكُand I leave عاجاًivory قَدindeed عَلِمتِyou know وَمِعصَماand a wrist
وَأَترُكُ عاجاً قَد عَلِمتِ وَمِعصَما
I draw my pillow near the foreleg of a swift she-camel,
and leave ivory, as you know, and a wrist.
وَعاوٍand a howler عَوىhowled مِنfor غَيرِno شَيءٍreason رَمَيتُهُI struck him
وَعاوٍ عَوى مِن غَيرِ شَيءٍ رَمَيتُهُ
بِقارِعَةٍwith a shattering stroke أَنفاذُهاits piercings تَقطُرُdrip الدَماblood
بِقارِعَةٍ أَنفاذُها تَقطُرُ الدَما
A howler who howled for no cause—I struck him
with a shattering stroke whose piercings drip blood.
وَإِنّيand I indeed لَقَوّالٌam a prolific composer لِكُلِّof every غَريبَةٍstriking verse
وَإِنّي لَقَوّالٌ لِكُلِّ غَريبَةٍ
وَرودٍfar-reaching إِذاwhen الساريthe night traveler بِلَيلٍby night تَرَنَّماchants
وَرودٍ إِذا الساري بِلَيلٍ تَرَنَّما
I am indeed a prolific maker of every striking verse,
far-reaching when the night traveler chants,
خَروجٍissuing forth بِأَفواهِthrough the mouths of الرُواةِthe reciters كَأَنَّهاas though it were
خَروجٍ بِأَفواهِ الرُواةِ كَأَنَّها
قَراthe back of هُندُوانِيٍّan Indian-forged sword إِذاwhen هُزَّbrandished صَمَّماcuts clean through
قَرا هُندُوانِيٍّ إِذا هُزَّ صَمَّما
issuing from reciters' mouths, as though it were
the spine of an Indian sword, cutting clean through when brandished.
فَإِنّيfor I indeed لَهاجيهِمshall lampoon them بِكُلِّwith every غَريبَةٍstriking verse
فَإِنّي لَهاجيهِم بِكُلِّ غَريبَةٍ
شَرودٍfar-ranging إِذاwhen الساريthe night traveler بِلَيلٍby night تَرَنَّماchants
شَرودٍ إِذا الساري بِلَيلٍ تَرَنَّما
For I shall indeed lampoon them with every striking verse,
far-ranging when the night traveler chants.
غَرائِبَstrange verses أُلّافاًfamiliar companions إِذاwhen حانَcomes وِردُهاtheir watering-time
غَرائِبَ أُلّافاً إِذا حانَ وِردُها
أَخَذنَthey take طَريقاًa road لِلقَصائِدِfor poems مَعلَماwell-marked
أَخَذنَ طَريقاً لِلقَصائِدِ مَعلَما
Strange verses, yet familiar companions: when their watering-time comes,
they take a road well marked for poems.
لَعَمريby my life لَقَدindeed جارىraced against دَعِيُّthe bastard of مُجاشِعٍMujashi'
لَعَمري لَقَد جارى دَعِيُّ مُجاشِعٍ
عَذوماًa fierce biter عَلىthroughout طولِthe length of المُجاراةِthe contest مِرجَماa stone-hurler
عَذوماً عَلى طولِ المُجاراةِ مِرجَما
By my life, Mujashi's bastard has raced
a fierce biter, a stone-hurler throughout the long contest.
وَلاقَيتَand you encountered مِنّاfrom us مِثلَthe like of غايَةِthe finish of داحِسٍDahis
وَلاقَيتَ مِنّا مِثلَ غايَةِ داحِسٍ
وَمَوقِفِهِand his stopping-place فَاِستَأخِرَنso fall back أَوor تَقَدَّماadvance
وَمَوقِفِهِ فَاِستَأخِرَن أَو تَقَدَّما
You have met from us the like of Dahis's finish
and his stopping-place—so fall back, or advance!
فَإِنّيfor I indeed لَهاجيكُمshall lampoon you وَإِنّيand I indeed لَراغِبٌhold in high esteem
فَإِنّي لَهاجيكُم وَإِنّي لَراغِبٌ
بِأَحسابِناour ancestral honors فَضلاًfor excellence بِناin us وَتَكَرُّماand nobility
بِأَحسابِنا فَضلاً بِنا وَتَكَرُّما
I shall indeed lampoon you, though I prize
our ancestral honors, our own excellence and nobility.
سَأَذكُرُI shall mention مِنكُمfrom among you كُلَّevery مُنتَخَبِsapped of القُوىstrength
سَأَذكُرُ مِنكُم كُلَّ مُنتَخَبِ القُوى
مِنَamong الخورِthe weaklings لاnot يَرعىhe guards حِفاظاًhonor وَلاnor حِمىprotected ground
مِنَ الخورِ لا يَرعى حِفاظاً وَلا حِمى
I shall name every one of you whose strength is sapped,
among the weaklings, guarding neither honor nor protected ground.
فَأَينَwhere, then بَنوthe sons of القَعقاعِal-Qa'qa' عَنconcerning ذَودِthe camel herd of فَرتَنىFartana
فَأَينَ بَنو القَعقاعِ عَن ذَودِ فَرتَنى
وَعَنand concerning أَصلِthe capital of ذاكَthat القِنِّborn slave أَنthat يَتَقَسَّماit be divided
وَعَن أَصلِ ذاكَ القِنِّ أَن يَتَقَسَّما
Where are the sons of al-Qa'qa' when Fartana's herd
and that born slave's capital are to be divided,
فَتُؤخَذَso that there be taken مِنfrom عِندِthe possession of البَعيثِal-Ba'ith ضَريبَةٌa levy
فَتُؤخَذَ مِن عِندِ البَعيثِ ضَريبَةٌ
وَيُترَكَand he be left نَسّاجاًa weaver بِدارينَin Darin مُسلَماabandoned
وَيُترَكَ نَسّاجاً بِدارينَ مُسلَما
so that a levy may be taken from al-Ba'ith,
and he be left a weaver in Darin, abandoned?
يَبينُbecomes plain إِذاwhen أَلقىhe takes off العِمامَةَthe turban لُؤمُهُhis baseness
يَبينُ إِذا أَلقى العِمامَةَ لُؤمُهُ
وَتَعرِفُand you recognize وَجهَthe face of العَبدِthe slave حينَwhen تَعَمَّماhe dons a turban
وَتَعرِفُ وَجهَ العَبدِ حينَ تَعَمَّما
His baseness shows when he takes off his turban,
and you recognize the slave's face when he puts it on.
فَهَلّاwhy, then, not سَأَلتَyou asked الناسَthe people إِنif كُنتَyou were جاهِلاًignorant
فَهَلّا سَأَلتَ الناسَ إِن كُنتَ جاهِلاً
بِأَيّامِناof our battle-days ياO اِبنَson of الضَروطِthe farter فَتَعلَماand so learn
بِأَيّامِنا يا اِبنَ الضَروطِ فَتَعلَما
Why not ask the people, if you know nothing
of our battle-days, you son of the farter, and learn?
وَرِثناwe inherited ذُرىthe summits of عِزٍّmight وَتَلقىand you find طَريقَناour road
وَرِثنا ذُرى عِزٍّ وَتَلقى طَريقَنا
إِلىto المَجدِglory عادِيَّage-old in المَوارِدِits watering-places مَعلَماwell-marked
إِلى المَجدِ عادِيَّ المَوارِدِ مَعلَما
We inherited the heights of might, and you find our road
to glory ancient in its watering-places, plainly marked.
وَماand not كانَever was ذوa man of شَغبٍstrife يُمارِسُgrappling with عيصَناour thicket
وَما كانَ ذو شَغبٍ يُمارِسُ عيصَنا
فَيَنظُرَthen looks فيat كَفَّيهِhis two palms إِلّاexcept تَنَدَّماin regret
فَيَنظُرَ في كَفَّيهِ إِلّا تَنَدَّما
No quarrelsome man ever grappled with our thicket
and looked at his palms without regret.
سَأَحمَدُI shall praise يَربوعاًYarbu' عَلىfor أَنَّthe fact that وِردَهاits approach to water
سَأَحمَدُ يَربوعاً عَلى أَنَّ وِردَها
إِذاwhen ذيدَit is driven away لَمnot يُحبَسit is barred وَإِنand if ذادَit drives others away حَكَّماit rules decisively
إِذا ذيدَ لَم يُحبَس وَإِن ذادَ حَكَّما
I shall praise Yarbu', for its approach to water,
when repulsed, is never barred; when it repulses others, it rules.
مَصاليتُdaring warriors يَومَon the day of الرَوعِterror تَلقىyou find عَصِيَّناour staves
مَصاليتُ يَومَ الرَوعِ تَلقى عَصِيَّنا
سُرَيجِيَّةًSurayji swords يَخلينَthey sever ساقاًa shin وَمِعصَماand a wrist
سُرَيجِيَّةً يَخلينَ ساقاً وَمِعصَما
Bold warriors—on the day of terror you find our staves
Surayji swords that sever shins and wrists.
وَإِنّاand we indeed لَقَوّالونَare men who say لِلخَيلِto the horses أَقدِميadvance
وَإِنّا لَقَوّالونَ لِلخَيلِ أَقدِمي
إِذاwhen لَمnot يَجِدfinds وَغلُthe interloper among الفَوارِسِthe horsemen مُقدَماa way forward
إِذا لَم يَجِد وَغلُ الفَوارِسِ مُقدَما
We are indeed men who tell the horses, 'Advance!'
when the interloper among horsemen finds no way forward.
وَمِنّاand among us الَّذيthe one who ناجىconferred with فَلَمand did not يُخزِdisgrace قَومَهُhis people
وَمِنّا الَّذي ناجى فَلَم يُخزِ قَومَهُ
بِأَمرٍon a matter قَوِيٍّweighty مُحرِزاًMuhriz وَالمُثَلَّماand al-Muthallam
بِأَمرٍ قَوِيٍّ مُحرِزاً وَالمُثَلَّما
Among us is he who conferred without shaming his people,
on a weighty matter with Muhriz and al-Muthallam.
وَيَومَand on the day of أَبيAbu قابوسَQabus لَمnot نُعطِهِwe granted him المُنىthe wishes
وَيَومَ أَبي قابوسَ لَم نُعطِهِ المُنى
وَلاكِنbut صَدَعناwe split البيضَthe helmets حَتّىuntil تَهَزَّماhe broke and fled
وَلاكِن صَدَعنا البيضَ حَتّى تَهَزَّما
On the day of Abu Qabus we did not grant him his wishes,
but split the helmets until he broke and fled.
وَقَدand indeed أَثكَلَتbereaved أُمَّthe mother of البَحيرَينِal-Buhayrayn خَيلُناour horses
وَقَد أَثكَلَت أُمَّ البَحيرَينِ خَيلُنا
بِوِردٍwith an onslaught إِذاwhen ماever اِستَعلَنَbecame manifest الرَوعُterror سَوَّماswept into battle
بِوِردٍ إِذا ما اِستَعلَنَ الرَوعُ سَوَّما
Our horses bereaved the mother of al-Buhayrayn,
with an onslaught that swept forward when terror showed itself.
وَقالَتand said بَنوthe sons of شَيبانَShayban بِالصَمدِat al-Samad إِذwhen لَقواthey encountered
وَقالَت بَنو شَيبانَ بِالصَمدِ إِذ لَقوا
فَوارِسَناour horsemen يَنعَونَlamenting قَيلاًQayl وَأَيهَماand Ayham
فَوارِسَنا يَنعَونَ قَيلاً وَأَيهَما
The sons of Shayban said at al-Samad, when they met
our horsemen, as they mourned Qayl and Ayham:
أَشَيبانَO Shayban لَوif كانَit had been القِتالُfighting صَبَرتُمُyou would have stood firm
أَشَيبانَ لَو كانَ القِتالُ صَبَرتُمُ
وَلاكِنَّbut سَفعاًa scorching blast مِنfrom حَريقٍa fire تَضَرَّماthat blazed
وَلاكِنَّ سَفعاً مِن حَريقٍ تَضَرَّما
'O Shayban, had it been fighting, you would have stood firm,
but this was a scorching blast from a fire ablaze!'
وَعَضَّand bit اِبنَthe son of ذيDhu الجَدَّينِal-Jaddayn حَولَaround بُيوتِناour dwellings
وَعَضَّ اِبنَ ذي الجَدَّينِ حَولَ بُيوتِنا
سَلاسِلُهُhis chains وَالقِدُّand leather bonds حَولاًfor a year مُجَرَّماcomplete
سَلاسِلُهُ وَالقِدُّ حَولاً مُجَرَّما
Around our dwellings the son of Dhu al-Jaddayn was gnawed
by his chains and leather bonds for a whole year.
إِذاwhen عُدَّis counted فَضلُthe merit of السَعيِthe striving مِنّاfrom us وَمِنهُمُand from them
إِذا عُدَّ فَضلُ السَعيِ مِنّا وَمِنهُمُ
فَضَلناwe surpassed بَنيthe sons of رَغوانَRaghwan بُؤسىin warfare وَأَنعُماand in bounty
فَضَلنا بَني رَغوانَ بُؤسى وَأَنعُما
When the merit of our efforts and theirs is counted,
we surpass the sons of Raghwan in war and in bounty.
أَلَمhave you not تَرَseen عَوفاً'Awf لاnot تَزالُcease كِلابُهُhis dogs
أَلَم تَرَ عَوفاً لا تَزالُ كِلابُهُ
تَجُرُّdrag بِأَكماعِfrom the hocks of السِباقَينِthe two racers أَلحُماpieces of flesh
تَجُرُّ بِأَكماعِ السِباقَينِ أَلحُما
Have you not seen 'Awf, whose dogs continually
drag flesh from the hocks of the two racers?
وَقَدand indeed لَبِسَتput on بَعدَafter الزُبَيرِal-Zubayr مُجاشِعٌMujashi'
وَقَد لَبِسَت بَعدَ الزُبَيرِ مُجاشِعٌ
ثِيابَthe clothes of الَّتيthe woman who حاضَتmenstruated وَلَمand did not تَغسِلِwash off الدَماthe blood
ثِيابَ الَّتي حاضَت وَلَم تَغسِلِ الدَما
After al-Zubayr, Mujashi' put on
the clothes of a woman who menstruated and did not wash off the blood.
وَقَدand indeed عَلِمَknow الجيرانُthe neighbors أَنَّthat مُجاشِعاًMujashi'
وَقَد عَلِمَ الجيرانُ أَنَّ مُجاشِعاً
فُروخُthe brood of البَغاياwhores لاnot يَرىit regards الجارَthe neighbor مَحرَماinviolable
فُروخُ البَغايا لا يَرى الجارَ مَحرَما
The neighbors know that Mujashi'
are the offspring of whores, who hold no neighbor inviolable.
وَلَوand if عَلِقَتcaught hold of حَبلَthe rope of الزُبَيرِal-Zubayr حِبالُناour ropes
وَلَو عَلِقَت حَبلَ الزُبَيرِ حِبالُنا
لَكانَhe would have been كَناجٍlike one escaping فيon عَطالَةَ'Atalah أَعصَماwhite-forelegged
لَكانَ كَناجٍ في عَطالَةَ أَعصَما
Had our ropes caught hold of al-Zubayr's rope,
he would have been like a white-forelegged ibex safe on 'Atalah.
أَلَمhave you not تَرَseen أَولادَthe sons of القُيونِsmiths مُجاشِعاًMujashi'
أَلَم تَرَ أَولادَ القُيونِ مُجاشِعاً
يَمُدّونَthey tug ثَدياًa teat عِندَat the house of عَوفٍ'Awf مُصَرَّماdried-up
يَمُدّونَ ثَدياً عِندَ عَوفٍ مُصَرَّما
Have you not seen Mujashi', the sons of smiths,
tugging at a dried-up teat at 'Awf's?
فَلَمّاand when قَضىgave judgment عَوفٌ'Awf أَشَطَّhe dealt unjustly عَلَيكُمُwith you
فَلَمّا قَضى عَوفٌ أَشَطَّ عَلَيكُمُ
فَأَقسَمتُمُso you swore لاnot تَفعَلونَyou would do it وَأَقسَماand he swore
فَأَقسَمتُمُ لا تَفعَلونَ وَأَقسَما
When 'Awf gave judgment, he dealt unjustly with you,
so you swore you would not do it, and he swore too.
أَبَعدَis it after اِبنِthe son of ذَيّالٍDhayyal تَقولُyou say مُجاشِعاًMujashi'
أَبَعدَ اِبنِ ذَيّالٍ تَقولُ مُجاشِعاً
وَأَصحابَand the companions of عَوفٍ'Awf يُحسِنونَare good at التَكَلُّماspeaking
وَأَصحابَ عَوفٍ يُحسِنونَ التَكَلُّما
After Ibn Dhayyal, do you say that Mujashi'
and 'Awf's companions are good at speaking?
فَأُبتُمso you returned خَزاياdisgraced وَالخَزيرُand meat gruel قِراكُمُwas your guest-fare
فَأُبتُم خَزايا وَالخَزيرُ قِراكُمُ
وَباتَand spent the night الصَدىthe owl يَدعوcalling عِقالاً'Iqal وَضَمضَماand Damdam
وَباتَ الصَدى يَدعو عِقالاً وَضَمضَما
So you returned disgraced, with meat gruel as your guest-fare,
and the owl spent the night calling for 'Iqal and Damdam.
وَتَغضَبُand grows angry مِنover شَأنِthe business of القُيونِsmiths مُجاشِعٌMujashi'
وَتَغضَبُ مِن شَأنِ القُيونِ مُجاشِعٌ
وَماand not كانَwas ذِكرُmention of القَينِthe smith سِرّاًa secret مُكَتَّماhidden
وَما كانَ ذِكرُ القَينِ سِرّاً مُكَتَّما
Mujashi' grows angry at the mention of smiths,
though mention of the smith was never a hidden secret.
وَلاقَيتَand you encountered مِنّيfrom me مِثلَthe like of غايَةِthe finish of داحِسٍDahis
وَلاقَيتَ مِنّي مِثلَ غايَةِ داحِسٍ
وَمَوقِفِهِand his stopping-place فَاستَأخِرَنso fall back أَوor تَقَدَّماadvance
وَمَوقِفِهِ فَاستَأخِرَن أَو تَقَدَّما
You have met from me the like of Dahis's finish
and his stopping-place—so fall back, or advance!
لَقَدindeed وَجَدَتhave felt passion بِالقَينِfor the smith خورُthe weaklings of مُجاشِعٍMujashi'
لَقَد وَجَدَت بِالقَينِ خورُ مُجاشِعٍ
كَوَجدِlike the love of النَصارىthe Christians بِالمَسيحِfor the Messiah اِبنِson of مَريَماMary
كَوَجدِ النَصارى بِالمَسيحِ اِبنِ مَريَما
The weaklings of Mujashi' have loved the smith,
as Christians love the Messiah, son of Mary.
Sol 6.1