مُلِثَّO ceaseless bringer of القَطرِrain أَعطِشهاleave them thirsty رُبوعاًdwellings
مُلِثَّ القَطرِ أَعطِشها رُبوعاً
وَإِلّاand otherwise فَاِسقِهاthen give them to drink السَمَّpoison النَقيعاdeadly
وَإِلّا فَاِسقِها السَمَّ النَقيعا
O ceaseless raincloud, leave these dwellings thirsty,
O pouring rain, leave these abodes parched with thirst,
Otherwise, give them deadly poison to drink.
Or else, pour out for them a draught of lethal poison.
أُسائِلُهاI question them عَنِabout المُتَدَيِّريهاthose who dwelt in them
أُسائِلُها عَنِ المُتَدَيِّريها
فَلاyet not تَدريthey know وَلاnor تُذريthey shed دُموعاًtears
فَلا تَدري وَلا تُذري دُموعاً
I ask them about those who once dwelt in them,
I question the ruins regarding those who dwelt within,
But they know nothing and shed no tears.
But they know nothing, nor do they shed a single tear.
لَحاهاmay He curse them اللَهُGod إِلّاexcept ماضِيَيهاtheir two bygone things
لَحاها اللَهُ إِلّا ماضِيَيها
زَمانَthe time of اللَهوِpleasure وَالخَودَand the young maiden الشُموعاplayful
زَمانَ اللَهوِ وَالخَودَ الشُموعا
May God curse them, save two things from their past:
May God condemn these places—save for their bygone days,
The days of pleasure and the playful maiden.
That time of revelry, and the maiden, playful and bright.
مُنَعَّمَةٌpampered مُمَنَّعَةٌwell guarded رَداحٌfull-hipped
مُنَعَّمَةٌ مُمَنَّعَةٌ رَداحٌ
يُكَلِّفُcompels لَفظُهاher speech الطَيرَthe birds الوُقوعاto alight
يُكَلِّفُ لَفظُها الطَيرَ الوُقوعا
Pampered, well guarded, full-hipped,
A sheltered beauty, forbidden, with hips of heavy grace,
Her speech compels the birds to alight.
Whose whispered word commands the flying birds to land.
تُرَفِّعُlift ثَوبَهاher gown الأَردافُthe hips عَنهاaway from her
تُرَفِّعُ ثَوبَها الأَردافُ عَنها
فَيَبقىso it remains مِنfrom وِشاحَيهاher two sashes شَسوعاfar removed
فَيَبقى مِن وِشاحَيها شَسوعا
Her hips lift her gown away from her,
Her ample curves lift up the fabric of her gown,
So it stays far from her two sashes.
Leaving her jeweled sash to hang loosely at her waist.
إِذاwhen ماسَتshe sways رَأَيتَyou see لَهاin her اِرتِجاجاًa quivering
إِذا ماسَت رَأَيتَ لَها اِرتِجاجاً
لَهُfor it لَولاwere it not for سَواعِدُهاher forearms نَزوعاa slipping off
لَهُ لَولا سَواعِدُها نَزوعا
When she sways, you see her quiver,
When she sways in walking, you see a ripple tremble through her,
And her gown would slip off, were it not for her forearms.
That would tear her frame apart, were it not held by her arms.
تَأَلَّمُshe feels pain from دَرزَهُits seam وَالدَرزُand the seam لَينٌsoft
تَأَلَّمُ دَرزَهُ وَالدَرزُ لَينٌ
كَماjust as تَتَأَلَّمُshe feels pain from العَضبَthe keen sword الصَنيعاfinely wrought
كَما تَتَأَلَّمُ العَضبَ الصَنيعا
Its seam pains her, though the seam is soft,
She suffers from the garment's seam, though the seam is soft,
Just as a finely wrought, keen sword would pain her.
As if she suffered the edge of a polished, sharp sword.
ذِراعاهاher two arms عَدُوّاthe two enemies of دُملُجَيهاher two armlets
ذِراعاها عَدُوّا دُملُجَيها
يَظُنُّthinks ضَجيعُهاher bedfellow الزَندَthe forearm الضَجيعاthe bedfellow
يَظُنُّ ضَجيعُها الزَندَ الضَجيعا
Her arms are enemies of her two armlets;
Her forearms are the enemies of the bracelets that bind them,
Her bedfellow mistakes her forearm for his bedfellow.
Her bedfellow mistakes her wrist for a soft embrace.
كَأَنَّas though نِقابَهاher veil غَيمٌa cloud رَقيقٌthin
كَأَنَّ نِقابَها غَيمٌ رَقيقٌ
يُضيءُit glows بِمَنعِهِby its preventing البَدرَthe full moon الطُلوعاfrom rising
يُضيءُ بِمَنعِهِ البَدرَ الطُلوعا
Her veil is like a thin cloud,
It is as though her veil were a wisp of slender cloud,
Glowing as it keeps the full moon from rising.
Illuminating the full moon even as it bars its rising.
أَقولُI say لَهاto her اِكشِفيrelieve ضُرّيmy suffering وَقوليand my words
أَقولُ لَها اِكشِفي ضُرّي وَقولي
بِأَكثَرَwith more مِنthan تَدَلُّلِهاher coyness خُضوعاsubmission
بِأَكثَرَ مِن تَدَلُّلِها خُضوعا
I tell her, "Relieve my suffering," and my words
I say to her: "Relieve my suffering, and speak words..."
Are more submissive than her manner is coy:
"...That show more submission than your cruel coquetry."
أَخِفتِdid you fear اللَهَGod فيin إِحياءِreviving نَفسٍa soul
أَخِفتِ اللَهَ في إِحياءِ نَفسٍ
مَتىwhen عُصِيَwas disobeyed الإِلَهُGod بِأَنby the fact that أُطيعاHe was obeyed
مَتى عُصِيَ الإِلَهُ بِأَن أُطيعا
"Have you feared God for reviving a soul?
"Do you fear God's wrath for saving a dying soul?"
When was God disobeyed by being obeyed?"
"Since when is the Lord disobeyed by an act of obedience?"
غَداbecame بِكَbecause of you كُلُّevery خِلوٍheart free of love مُستَهاماًlove-crazed
غَدا بِكَ كُلُّ خِلوٍ مُستَهاماً
وَأَصبَحَand became كُلُّevery مَستورٍmodest man خَليعاdissolute
وَأَصبَحَ كُلُّ مَستورٍ خَليعا
Through you, every heart free of love has become love-crazed,
Because of you, the carefree heart wakes up enslaved by love,
And every modest man has become dissolute.
And the dignified man becomes a shameless reveler.
أُحِبُّكِI love you أَوuntil يَقولواthey say جَرَّdragged نَملٌants
أُحِبُّكِ أَو يَقولوا جَرَّ نَملٌ
ثَبيراًThabir وَاِبنُand the son of إِبراهيمَIbrahim ريعاwas frightened
ثَبيراً وَاِبنُ إِبراهيمَ ريعا
I shall love you until they say, "Ants have dragged away
I shall love you until they say that a single ant has dragged
Thabir, and Ibn Ibrahim has been frightened."
The massive Mount Thabir, or that Isaac was struck with fear.
بَعيدُfar-reaching in الصيتِrenown مُنبَثُّscattered السَراياraiding parties
بَعيدُ الصيتِ مُنبَثُّ السَرايا
يُشَيِّبُturns gray ذِكرُهُhis mention الطِفلَthe child الرَضيعاstill suckling
يُشَيِّبُ ذِكرُهُ الطِفلَ الرَضيعا
Far famed, with raiding parties spread abroad,
A man of far-flung fame, whose armies spread abroad,
His very mention turns a nursing infant gray.
The mere mention of his name turns the nursing infant gray.
يَغُضُّlowers الطَرفَthe gaze مِنout of مَكرٍcunning وَدَهيٍand guile
يَغُضُّ الطَرفَ مِن مَكرٍ وَدَهيٍ
كَأَنَّas though بِهِin him وَلَيسَthough there is not بِهِin him خُشوعاhumility
كَأَنَّ بِهِ وَلَيسَ بِهِ خُشوعا
He lowers his gaze out of cunning and guile,
He lowers his gaze in cunning and deep strategy,
As though humility were in him, though it is not.
Feigning a humble reverence that he does not truly feel.
إِذاif اِستَعطَيتَهُyou ask him to give ماwhat فيin يَدَيهِhis two hands
إِذا اِستَعطَيتَهُ ما في يَدَيهِ
فَقَدكَthen that suffices you سَأَلتَyou asked عَنabout سِرٍّa secret مُذيعاa divulger
فَقَدكَ سَأَلتَ عَن سِرٍّ مُذيعا
If you ask him for what is in his hands,
If you ask him to give you the bounty in his hands,
You need ask no more: you have asked a divulger about a secret.
You ask a herald to reveal a secret he burns to tell.
قَبولُكَyour accepting مِنَّهُfrom him مَنٌّa favor عَلَيهِto him
قَبولُكَ مِنَّهُ مَنٌّ عَلَيهِ
وَإِلّاand if not يَبتَدِئhe gives first يَرَهُhe deems it فَظيعاdreadful
وَإِلّا يَبتَدِئ يَرَهُ فَظيعا
Your accepting his gifts is a favor to him;
Your act of accepting his gift is a favor done to him,
If he does not give first, he finds that dreadful.
For if he cannot give unasked, he deems it a grave offense.
لِهونِbecause of the cheapness of المالِwealth أَفرَشَهُhe spread beneath it أَديماًa leather hide
لِهونِ المالِ أَفرَشَهُ أَديماً
وَلِلتَفريقِand for distribution يَكرَهُhe hates أَنthat يَضيعاit be wasted
وَلِلتَفريقِ يَكرَهُ أَن يَضيعا
Scorning wealth, he spreads a leather hide beneath it,
Holding wealth in contempt, he spreads it like a carpet,
And hates its loss, since he means to give it away.
Hating that gold be lost, only because he wishes to disperse it.
إِذاwhen ضَرَبَstrikes الأَميرُthe emir رِقابَthe necks of قَومٍa people
إِذا ضَرَبَ الأَميرُ رِقابَ قَومٍ
فَماso not لِكَرامَةٍfor honor مَدَّhe spread النُطوعاthe leather mats
فَما لِكَرامَةٍ مَدَّ النُطوعا
When the emir strikes off the heads of men,
When the Emir strikes off the heads of a rebel tribe,
It is not to honor them that he spreads the leather mats.
He does not spread the executioner's mat to honor them.
فَلَيسَso he is not بِواهِبٍa giver of إِلّاanything but كَثيراًmuch
فَلَيسَ بِواهِبٍ إِلّا كَثيراً
وَلَيسَand he is not بِقاتِلٍa killer of إِلّاanyone but قَريعاa chieftain
وَلَيسَ بِقاتِلٍ إِلّا قَريعا
He gives only in abundance,
He is not a giver, unless he gives in abundance,
And kills none but a chieftain.
Nor is he a slayer, unless he slays a noble chief.
وَلَيسَand he is not مُؤَدِّباًa discipliner إِلّاexcept بِنَصلِwith a blade
وَلَيسَ مُؤَدِّباً إِلّا بِنَصلِ
كَفىspared الصَمصامَةُthe keen sword التَعَبَtoil القَطيعاthe whip
كَفى الصَمصامَةُ التَعَبَ القَطيعا
And chastises only with a blade:
He offers no discipline save through the sword's edge;
The keen sword spares the whip its toil.
The sharp blade spares the herd the trouble of the whip.
عَلِيٌّAli لَيسَdoes not يَمنَعُprevent مِنfrom مَجيءِcoming
عَلِيٌّ لَيسَ يَمنَعُ مِن مَجيءِ
مُبارِزَهُhis challenger وَيَمنَعُهُand prevents him الرُجوعاfrom returning
مُبارِزَهُ وَيَمنَعُهُ الرُجوعا
Ali does not bar the coming
Ali does not prevent a challenger from approaching,
Of his challenger, but bars his return.
But once the duel begins, he forbids him to return.
عَلِيٌّAli قاتِلُslayer of البَطَلِthe champion المُفَدّىwhom others would ransom
عَلِيٌّ قاتِلُ البَطَلِ المُفَدّى
وَمُبدِلُهُand gives him in exchange مِنَin place of الزَرَدِchain mail النَجيعاfresh blood
وَمُبدِلُهُ مِنَ الزَرَدِ النَجيعا
Ali slays the champion whom others would ransom,
Ali is the slayer of the hero whom men would ransom,
And clothes him in blood instead of chain mail.
Dressing him in flowing blood instead of links of mail.
إِذاwhen اِعوَجَّbends القَناthe spears فيamong حامِليهِtheir bearers
إِذا اِعوَجَّ القَنا في حامِليهِ
وَجازَand passes through إِلىto ضُلوعِهِمِtheir ribs الضُلوعاribs
وَجازَ إِلى ضُلوعِهِمِ الضُلوعا
When spears bend among their bearers,
When the spears bend and warp within the warriors' bodies,
And pass through other ribs to reach their ribs,
And the shafts pierce through ribs to reach the ribs within,
وَنالَتand gain ثَأرَهاtheir revenge الأَكبادُthe livers مِنهُagainst it
وَنالَت ثَأرَها الأَكبادُ مِنهُ
فَأَولَتهُso they repay it with اِندِقاقاًshattering أَوor صُدوعاsplitting
فَأَولَتهُ اِندِقاقاً أَو صُدوعا
And livers take their revenge upon them,
And the livers exact their vengeance upon the spear-point,
Repaying them with shattering or splitting,
Granting it nothing but splintering and cracks.
فَحِدthen turn aside فيat مُلتَقىthe clash of الخَيلَينِthe two cavalries عَنهُfrom him
فَحِد في مُلتَقى الخَيلَينِ عَنهُ
وَإِنeven if كُنتَyou are الخُبَعثِنَةَa mighty lion الشِحيعاbold
وَإِن كُنتَ الخُبَعثِنَةَ الشِحيعا
Then turn aside from him where the two cavalries clash,
So turn aside from him when the two armies collide,
Even if you are a bold, mighty lion.
Even if you are a lion, massive and courageous.
إِنِif اِستَجرَأتَyou dare تَرمُقُهُto gaze at him بَعيداًfrom afar
إِنِ اِستَجرَأتَ تَرمُقُهُ بَعيداً
فَأَنتَthen you اِسطَعتَhave managed شَيئاًsomething ماnot اِستُطيعاachieved
فَأَنتَ اِسطَعتَ شَيئاً ما اِستُطيعا
If you dare to gaze at him from afar,
If you dare but to glance at him from a distance,
Then you have achieved a thing never achieved.
You have achieved a feat that none else could achieve.
وَإِنand if مارَيتَنيyou dispute with me فَاِركَبthen mount حِصاناًa stallion
وَإِن مارَيتَني فَاِركَب حِصاناً
وَمَثِّلهُand picture him تَخِرَّyou will fall لَهُbefore him صَريعاstruck down
وَمَثِّلهُ تَخِرَّ لَهُ صَريعا
And if you dispute with me, mount a stallion,
If you dispute my words, then mount a steed,
And picture him—you will fall before him, struck down.
And simply picture him—you will fall prostrate to the earth.
غَمامٌa raincloud رُبَّماsometimes مَطَرَrains اِنتِقاماًvengeance
غَمامٌ رُبَّما مَطَرَ اِنتِقاماً
فَأَقحَطَso makes drought-stricken وَدقُهُits rain البَلَدَthe land المَريعاfertile
فَأَقحَطَ وَدقُهُ البَلَدَ المَريعا
A raincloud, sometimes raining vengeance,
He is a cloud that may pour down a rain of vengeance,
So its downpour brings drought upon fertile land.
Whose deluge turns the fertile land to barren dust.
رَآنيhe saw me بَعدَafter ماthe fact that قَطَعَexhausted المَطاياthe riding beasts
رَآني بَعدَ ما قَطَعَ المَطايا
تَيَمُّمُهُseeking him وَقَطَّعَتِand they traversed القُطوعاdesert tracts
تَيَمُّمُهُ وَقَطَّعَتِ القُطوعا
He saw me after the riding beasts had been worn out
He saw me after my mounts had crossed the wastes,
By the journey toward him, having crossed the desert tracts.
In search of him, traversing the severed paths.
فَصَيَّرَso turned سَيلُهُhis torrent بَلَديmy land غَديراًa pool
فَصَيَّرَ سَيلُهُ بَلَدي غَديراً
وَصَيَّرَand turned خَمرُهُhis wine سَنَتيmy year of drought رَبيعاspring
وَصَيَّرَ خَمرُهُ سَنَتي رَبيعا
His torrent then turned my land into a pool,
His torrent transformed my arid land into a lake,
And his wine turned my year of drought into spring.
And his vintage turned my barren year to spring.
وَجاوَدَنيand vied with me in bounty بِأَنby يَعطيgiving وَأَحويand I gather
وَجاوَدَني بِأَن يَعطي وَأَحوي
فَأَغرَقَso drowned نَيلُهُhis bounty أَخذيmy taking سَريعاquickly
فَأَغرَقَ نَيلُهُ أَخذي سَريعا
And he vied with me in bounty: he gave, I gathered,
He vied with me in giving—he to bestow, I to hold—
So his bounty quickly overwhelmed all I could take.
Until his bounty quickly drowned my power to receive.
أَمُنسِيَّO you who make me forget السُكونَal-Sukun وَحَضرَمَوتاand Hadramawt
أَمُنسِيَّ السُكونَ وَحَضرَمَوتا
وَوالِدَتيand my mother وَكِندَةَand Kinda وَالسَبيعاand al-Sabi'
وَوالِدَتي وَكِندَةَ وَالسَبيعا
O you who make me forget al-Sukun and Hadramawt,
O you who make me forget the lands of Sukun and Hadramawt,
My mother, Kinda, and al-Sabi',
And my own mother, and the tribes of Kinda and Sabi'a.
قِدِindeed اِستَقصَيتَyou went to the utmost فيin سَلبِstripping الأَعاديthe enemies
قِدِ اِستَقصَيتَ في سَلبِ الأَعادي
فَرُدَّso return لَهُمto them مِنَfrom السَلبِthe spoils الهُجوعاsleep
فَرُدَّ لَهُم مِنَ السَلبِ الهُجوعا
You have stripped your foes of everything;
You have gone to the utmost in stripping your foes of power;
So give them back their sleep from among the spoils.
So return to them now one thing you stole: their sleep.
إِذاif ماemphatic particle لَمnot تُسِرyou send جَيشاًan army إِلَيهِمagainst them
إِذا ما لَم تُسِر جَيشاً إِلَيهِم
أَسَرتَyou send إِلىinto قُلوبِهِمِtheir hearts الهُلوعاpanic
أَسَرتَ إِلى قُلوبِهِمِ الهُلوعا
If you do not send an army against them,
For even when you do not march an army against them,
You send panic into their hearts.
You dispatch a secret terror into their trembling hearts.
رَضواthey were content بِكَwith you كَالرِضاlike contentment بِالشَيبِwith gray hair قَسراًby force
رَضوا بِكَ كَالرِضا بِالشَيبِ قَسراً
وَقَدand already وَخَطَit streaked النَواصِيَthe forelocks وَالفُروعاand the tresses
وَقَد وَخَطَ النَواصِيَ وَالفُروعا
They accepted you by force, as one accepts gray hair,
They accepted your rule as men accept old age—by force,
Once it has streaked their forelocks and their tresses.
When gray has streaked the forelocks and the crown.
فَلاso no عَزَلٌunarmedness وَأَنتَand you are بِلاwithout سِلاحٍa weapon
فَلا عَزَلٌ وَأَنتَ بِلا سِلاحٍ
لِحاظُكَyour glances ماwhat تَكونُyou become بِهِthrough it مَنيعاunassailable
لِحاظُكَ ما تَكونُ بِهِ مَنيعا
You are not unarmed, even when you have no weapon:
You are never unarmed, even when stripped of steel;
Your glances are what make you unassailable.
Your piercing glance alone makes you invincible.
لَوِif اِستَبدَلتَyou substituted ذِهنَكَyour mind مِنin place of حُسامٍa keen sword
لَوِ اِستَبدَلتَ ذِهنَكَ مِن حُسامٍ
قَدَدتَyou would cleave بِهِwith it المَغافِرَthe mail helmets وَالدُروعاand the armor
قَدَدتَ بِهِ المَغافِرَ وَالدُروعا
If you used your mind in place of a keen sword,
If you were to wield your intellect instead of a sword,
You would cleave mail helmets and armor with it.
You would cleave through iron helmets and coats of mail.
لَوِif اِستَفرَغتَyou exhausted جُهدَكَyour utmost effort فيin قِتالٍbattle
لَوِ اِستَفرَغتَ جُهدَكَ في قِتالٍ
أَتَيتَyou would make an end بِهِwith it عَلىof الدُنياthe world جَميعاentirely
أَتَيتَ بِهِ عَلى الدُنيا جَميعا
If you spent your utmost effort in battle,
If you were to unleash your full might in battle,
You would lay waste the whole world with it.
You would bring an end to the entire world.
سَمَوتَyou rose بِهِمَّةٍwith an ambition تَسموthat rises فَتَسموso you rise
سَمَوتَ بِهِمَّةٍ تَسمو فَتَسمو
فَماso not تُلفىyou are found بِمَرتَبَةٍwith a rank قَنوعاcontent
فَما تُلفى بِمَرتَبَةٍ قَنوعا
You soared with an ambition that soars, and so you soar,
You soared with an ambition that climbs ever higher,
So you are never found content with any rank.
So that you are never found content with any rank.
وَهَبكَand grant that you سَمَحتَwere generous حَتّىuntil لاno جَوادٌgenerous man
وَهَبكَ سَمَحتَ حَتّى لا جَوادٌ
فَكَيفَthen how عَلَوتَhave you risen حَتّىuntil لاno رَفيعاexalted man
فَكَيفَ عَلَوتَ حَتّى لا رَفيعا
Granted, you have given until no other giver remains—
Granted, you were generous until no giver remained;
But how have you risen until none else is exalted?
But how did you ascend until no heights remained?
Sol 6.1