بكت أن رأت أطلالَ هند تبدَّلت

بكت أن رأت أطلالَ هند تبدَّلت

بها ساكناً جاراتُ هند فَظِيرُها

بها ساكناً جاراتُ هند فَظِيرُها

They wept to see that Hind's ruins had exchanged

She wept when she saw the ruins of Hind changed

Their inhabitant—Hind's neighbors, then her mate.

Her neighbors at Hind lived there, so she wept for them

فأحزَنَ من لم يبكِ هنداً وهيَّجت

فأحزَنَ من لم يبكِ هنداً وهيَّجت

لي الذكرَ دارٌ قد تولَّت عصورُها

لي الذكرَ دارٌ قد تولَّت عصورُها

So it grieved those who had not wept for Hind; memories were stirred

So whoever did not weep for Hind was saddened

In me by a house whose days had passed.

The house reminded me of times gone by

إذا الدار لم تُضرَب بستر ولم تكن

إذا الدار لم تُضرَب بستر ولم تكن

على أم عمارٍ تلطُّ ستورُها

على أم عمارٍ تلطُّ ستورُها

When the house is no longer hung with a curtain, nor

If a house has no curtains or

Do its curtains conceal Umm Ammar,

A hardworking mother to adorn its walls

فلا يَعلَمَن جاراتُ هندٍ بخلّة

فلا يَعلَمَن جاراتُ هندٍ بخلّة

سِواها ويقعُد راشداً من يزُورُها

سِواها ويقعُد راشداً من يزُورُها

Then let Hind's neighbors know no close friend

May Hind’s neighbors not know her to be stingy

Other than her; and let her visitor wisely stay away.

As others visit while its owner sits idle

وكانت إذا ما أصبح الفقرُ والغنى

وكانت إذا ما أصبح الفقرُ والغنى

خصيمين لم يغلب غناها فقيرُها

خصيمين لم يغلب غناها فقيرُها

And whenever poverty and wealth became

When poverty and wealth were

Opponents, her needy petitioner could never exhaust her wealth.

Adversaries, her wealth never beat her poverty

وكانت متى ما تفعل الخيرَ لا تقُل

وكانت متى ما تفعل الخيرَ لا تقُل

فعلتُ ولا يُسمع لديه زفيرُها

فعلتُ ولا يُسمع لديه زفيرُها

And whenever she did good, she would not say

Whenever she did good, she wouldn't say

'I did it,' nor was her sighing heard over it.

"I did this" nor would one hear her sigh

وكانت تُري الجارات أنّ كثيرَها

وكانت تُري الجارات أنّ كثيرَها

قليلٌ وتَدعوه قليلاً كثيرُها

قليلٌ وتَدعوه قليلاً كثيرُها

And she would show her neighbors that her abundance

She saw her many neighbors as few

Was little, and she called her abundance little.

And called her little much

وكانت ترى أن تعصيَ الزوج مُنكراً

وكانت ترى أن تعصيَ الزوج مُنكراً

وإن عُصِيَت كانت قليلاً نكيرُها

وإن عُصِيَت كانت قليلاً نكيرُها

And she thought it wrong to disobey her husband,

She saw disobeying a husband wrong

Yet when she was disobeyed, her reproach was slight.

And if she were disobeyed it was but a small calamity

فلو علمت ملحودةُ القبر من غدا

فلو علمت ملحودةُ القبر من غدا

إليها ومن أهدى إليها سريرُها

إليها ومن أهدى إليها سريرُها

So if the grave's niche knew who had come

If the blamed one in the grave knew tomorrow

To it, and whom her bier had brought to it,

Who came to her and who sent her bed

لجاءت تلقاها برحب وأوسعى

لجاءت تلقاها برحب وأوسعى

عليها إذا صاح البواكي سريرُها

عليها إذا صاح البواكي سريرُها

It would come to greet her warmly, and widen

She would go out to welcome her

Her bed around her when the mourning women cried.

When mourners cry, her bed sings praises

إذا نُفِضَت عنها الأكفُّ فأوسعت

إذا نُفِضَت عنها الأكفُّ فأوسعت

عليك وجلّى غمَّها عنك نورُها

عليك وجلّى غمَّها عنك نورُها

When the hands were shaken free of her, may it grow spacious

When hands left her side, she was generous to you

Around you, and may her light dispel its gloom from you.

Dispelling her sadness for you with her light

وكانت إذا الآتي أتى القبرَ أنبتت

وكانت إذا الآتي أتى القبرَ أنبتت

على ظَهره المرعى أضاءت قعورُها

على ظَهره المرعى أضاءت قعورُها

And whenever a visitor came to the grave, it would bring forth

Whenever a visitor came to her grave she would grow

Pasture on its surface; its depths shone.

Pasture on his back, lighting up her burrows

ولما أتاها الموتُ عدّدن بعدها

ولما أتاها الموتُ عدّدن بعدها

خلائق منها لم تكن تسعيرُها

خلائق منها لم تكن تسعيرُها

And when death came to her, they recounted after her passing

And when death came to her, they counted her virtues

Qualities of hers that had never been appraised [wording unclear].

Traits she didn't boast of

وكانت إذا ما حلّت الدار لم يكُن

وكانت إذا ما حلّت الدار لم يكُن

بساطاً لأهل الدار إلا حصيرُها

بساطاً لأهل الدار إلا حصيرُها

And whenever she settled in a house, there was no

Whenever she entered a house, nothing

Floor-covering for its people but her mat.

Would serve the homespeople but her mat

ولو كانت الأخلاق مِلبَزٍّ لم يكُن

ولو كانت الأخلاق مِلبَزٍّ لم يكُن

لهند من الأخلاق إلا حريرُها

لهند من الأخلاق إلا حريرُها

And had virtues been cloth, there would have been

If morals were robes, Hind’s would be

For Hind, of all virtues, nothing but their silk.

Nothing but silk

فبانت وولَّت من عشير كأنه

فبانت وولَّت من عشير كأنه

على صبره مسلوب مالٍ عشيرُها

على صبره مسلوب مالٍ عشيرُها

So she departed, leaving a husband, as though

She passed from a family as though

For all his patience, her husband had been robbed of wealth.

Bereft of patient kinsmen’s wealth

فما استبدلت جارات هند بِجارَةٍ

فما استبدلت جارات هند بِجارَةٍ

لهند ولا استغنى بأمٍّ صغيرُها

لهند ولا استغنى بأمٍّ صغيرُها

So Hind's neighbors found no other neighbor

Hind’s neighbors found no substitute neighbor

To replace Hind, nor her little one a mother who sufficed.

Nor did her little mother become self-sufficient

وقد عجلت الطفل بنت صغيرة

وقد عجلت الطفل بنت صغيرة

على اللَه إذ فيتَت بهند جبورُها

على اللَه إذ فيتَت بهند جبورُها

And a little daughter was hurried beyond infancy [reading uncertain],

The young girl hurried to God while

In God's keeping, since her solace was lost with Hind.

Hind’s glory peaked

فإن تبك من حُزن حميدةُ أو تقُم

فإن تبك من حُزن حميدةُ أو تقُم

على القبر بالأنواح حُمرٌ صُدُورُها

على القبر بالأنواح حُمرٌ صُدُورُها

So if Hamidah weeps in grief, or there stand

If out of sadness Hamidah cries

At the grave lamenting, women whose breasts are red,

Or red-breasted women stand keening at her grave

يَهُجنا تبكيها وكانت قليلة

يَهُجنا تبكيها وكانت قليلة

مراثٍ إذا لم نبك هنداً يسيرُها

مراثٍ إذا لم نبك هنداً يسيرُها

Her weeping will stir us; and scant would be

We are stirred to tears, though she was sparing

The elegies, if we did not weep for Hind—even the least of them.

Of weeping for Hind’s insignificant woes