كَرِّرْrepeat أحاديثَthe tales of الجُفاةthe aloof ones ورَدِّدِand reiterate
كَرِّرْ أحاديثَ الجُفاة ورَدِّدِ
فلَرَبّماfor perhaps يشفىwill be healed بهاthrough them قلبيmy heart الصّديparched
فلَرَبّما يشفى بها قلبي الصّدي
Repeat the tales of the aloof, and tell them again;
Repeat the words of the harsh ones and chant them,
For perhaps through them my parched heart will be healed.
Perhaps my blocked heart may be cured by them.
غِرْنَاwe went to the lowlands أنجَدْwent to the uplands ركبُهمtheir caravan يومon the day of النَّوىseparation
غِرْنَا أنجَدْ ركبُهم يوم النَّوى
نفْسُthe soul of المغيرِthe lowland traveler فِداءُa ransom for نَفْسِthe soul of المُنجدthe highland traveler
نفْسُ المغيرِ فِداءُ نَفْسِ المُنجد
We went to the lowlands; their caravan climbed to the uplands on parting day.
We thought their mounted party helped on the day of intention,
The lowland traveler's soul is ransom for the highland traveler's soul.
The soul of the changer is the ransom of the soul of the helper.
مَاwhat بيin me علىover تلكthose الهوادجthe howdahs إذْwhen سرتthey set out
مَا بي على تلك الهوادج إذْ سرت
تَحْويthey contain الجَمَالbeauty علىupon الجَمَالthe camels الوُخّدِswift-striding
تَحْوي الجَمَال على الجَمَال الوُخّدِ
What ails me over those howdahs as they set out,
I have no interest in those white camels when they marched,
Bearing beauty upon swift-striding camels!
Bearing beauty over scattered beauty.
تحويenclose مآزرهاher waist-wraps القناthe lances فوقabove النّقاthe sand-dunes
تحوي مآزرها القنا فوق النّقا
والحسنُand beauty فيin المتأوّدِthe swaying المتَلبِّدِthe densely massed
والحسنُ في المتأوّدِ المتَلبِّدِ
Her waist-wraps enclose lances above sand-dunes,
Their howdahs contain the spears above the sheaths,
And beauty lies in the swaying, densely massed form.
And beauty in the adorned and clad.
وتريكand she shows you وَجَface (apparent truncation) الصِبحthe dawn أبيضَwhite مسفرٍradiant
وتريك وَجَ الصِبح أبيضَ مسفرٍ
منfrom تحتِbeneath شعْرٍhair كالدُّجُنّةlike night's darkness أسودِblack
من تحتِ شعْرٍ كالدُّجُنّة أسودِ
And she shows you dawn's face, white and radiant,
You see the cheek of dawn white and radiant
From beneath hair as black as night's darkness.
From under hair black like black dye.
رقدتْshe slept وأسهَرُand I stay awake فيin الغرامِlove ومنand whoever يَبِتspends the night
رقدتْ وأسهَرُ في الغرامِ ومن يَبِت
حِلْفَa sworn companion of الصَّبابةِyearning والأسىand grief لمdoes not يرقدِsleep
حِلْفَ الصَّبابةِ والأسى لم يرقدِ
She has fallen asleep while I keep vigil in love; and whoever spends the night
She slept while I stay awake, burning with love. And whoever spends the night
As a sworn companion of yearning and grief knows no sleep.
With the oath of youth and sorrow has not slept.
وأضاعَتِand she squandered الودَّthe affection القديمold وماand not رعَتshe honored
وأضاعَتِ الودَّ القديم وما رعَت
ذمميmy covenants ولاnor عهديmy pledge القديمold ولاnor يديmy helping hand
ذممي ولا عهدي القديم ولا يدي
And she squandered the old affection and did not honor
She lost the old love and did not heed
My covenants, my old pledge, or my helping hand.
My responsibility, nor my old pact, nor my hand.
باللهby God ياO ابنةَdaughter of مالكٍMalik بعْدَafter النّوىseparation
بالله يا ابنةَ مالكٍ بعْدَ النّوى
رِقىhave pity لمضْطَربِon the troubled one الحشاشَةِthe life-breath مُعْمدِlove-stricken
رِقى لمضْطَربِ الحشاشَةِ مُعْمدِ
By God, O daughter of Malik, after separation,
By God, O daughter of Malik, after intention
Have pity on one whose life-breath trembles, stricken by love.
Solace the disturbed stranger.
كُنّاwe were وأهلُكِand your kin جيرةًneighbors برُبَىon the hills of الغضَاal-Ghada
كُنّا وأهلُكِ جيرةً برُبَى الغضَا
زمنَin the days of الصِّباyouth والشملand the gathering لمhad not يتَبَدّدِscattered
زمنَ الصِّبا والشمل لم يتَبَدّدِ
We and your kin were neighbors on the hills of al-Ghada,
We and your family were good neighbors in the meadows of Ghadha
In the days of youth, when our company had not yet scattered.
In the days of youth when kinship was not yet severed.
لوif only كانwere to يُسْعدنيfavor me الزمَانُtime بردّهby bringing it back
لو كان يُسْعدني الزمَانُ بردّه
لكنّbut صرفَthe vicissitudes of الدهرِtime ليسis not بمُسْعِدِat all helpful
لكنّ صرفَ الدهرِ ليس بمُسْعِدِ
If only time would favor me by bringing it back!
If time would allow me to regain it by its return
But the turns of time offer no help.
But the turn of fate does not make one fortunate.
أسفيmy grief ومَاand not أسفيmy grief يعيدbrings back لماfor what مضَىhas passed
أسفي ومَا أسفي يعيد لما مضَى
هيهاتَimpossible مَاwhat قدalready فاتhas passed غيرَnot مَعَوّدِbrought back
هيهاتَ مَا قد فات غيرَ مَعَوّدِ
My grief! Yet my grief does not bring back what has passed.
My regrets do not restore what is past.
Impossible! What has passed cannot be brought back.
Alas! What is gone does not recur.
ياO راكباًrider واللّيلُand the night مُسْوَدُّblackened الدُّجاthe darkness
يا راكباً واللّيلُ مُسْوَدُّ الدُّجا
يطويhe folds up المهَامِهthe trackless deserts فدْفَداa barren plain فيin فدفِدa barren plain
يطوي المهَامِه فدْفَدا في فدفِد
O rider, while the night is black with darkness,
O rider, while the night is darkening,
Folding up the deserts, barren plain after barren plain,
Folding its hems, stumbling in its stumbling,
بنجائبٍon noble she-camels قدalready صَارhas become غَايةُthe ultimate goal of قصدهاtheir purpose
بنجائبٍ قد صَار غَايةُ قصدها
وقصيدِهاand their ode فيin ابنson of الرهيبal-Rahib محمدMuhammad
وقصيدِها في ابن الرهيب محمد
On noble she-camels whose purpose has found its ultimate goal,
With camels that have reached their journey’s end,
As has their ode, in Muhammad ibn al-Rahib.
And whose ode is in Ibn al-Rahib Muhammad,
تَلْقَىyou will find بساحةِin the courtyard of بيتهhis house مَاwhat تشتهيyou desire
تَلْقَى بساحةِ بيته مَا تشتهي
مِنof طيّبِfine المرعىpasture وطيبِand fine الموردِwatering place
مِن طيّبِ المرعى وطيبِ الموردِ
You will find in the courtyard of his house what you desire
You will find in the courtyard of his abode what you desire
Of fine pasture and a fine watering place.
Of good pasture and good water-spring,
شيخmaster of الطريقةِthe spiritual path والشريعةِand the sacred law والتُّقَىand piety
شيخ الطريقةِ والشريعةِ والتُّقَى
بحْرُan ocean of النّدىbounty والجودِand generosity بلrather بدرthe full moon of النّدِيthe assembly
بحْرُ النّدى والجودِ بل بدر النّدِي
Master of the spiritual path, the sacred law, and piety,
Shaykh of the path, law, and piety,
An ocean of bounty and generosity—nay, the full moon of the assembly.
A sea of dew and generosity, nay a full moon of prophecy,
كهفa sheltering cave for اليتامىthe orphans والأراملand the widows عُصْمَةٌa safeguard
كهف اليتامى والأرامل عُصْمَةٌ
للمُلْتجيfor the seeker of refuge ومَلاَذand a haven for كلّevery مطَّردِoutcast
للمُلْتجي ومَلاَذ كلّ مطَّردِ
A sheltering cave for orphans and widows, a safeguard
A cave for orphans and widows, a protection
For the seeker of refuge, and a haven for every outcast.
For the resorter and refuge of every outcast,
مولاَيmy lord ياO حصنيmy fortress لكلِّagainst every مُلِمّةٍcalamity
مولاَي يا حصني لكلِّ مُلِمّةٍ
فيin النائباتadversities وذَابِليand my slender spear ومُهَنّديand my Indian sword
في النائبات وذَابِلي ومُهَنّدي
My lord, O my fortress against every calamity,
My master, O my fortress against every calamity
In adversity—and my slender spear and my Indian blade.
In adversities, and my tottering and stumbling,
مَنwhoever لمdoes not يكنْbe فيon اليومِthis day يحميprotect سِرْبَهhis flock
مَن لم يكنْ في اليومِ يحمي سِرْبَه
لمwill not يَحْمِهprotect it يومَon the day of القيمةِthe Resurrection (apparent typo) فيon غَدِthe morrow
لم يَحْمِه يومَ القيمةِ في غَدِ
Whoever does not protect his flock today
Whosoever does not today protect his flock
Will not protect it tomorrow, on the Day of Resurrection.
Will not be protected by him tomorrow.
إنيindeed I هَلَكتُhave perished وأنتَand you عنيfrom me مُعرْضturning away
إني هَلَكتُ وأنتَ عني مُعرْض
وَتركتَand you abandoned حسنthe kindness of تفقديlooking after me وتعهديand tending me
وَتركتَ حسن تفقدي وتعهدي
Indeed I have perished, while you turn away from me,
Lo! I am destroyed while you neglect me
And you have abandoned your kindly attention and care for me.
And forsake your wonted inquiry and care of me.
Sol 6.1