بانَتdeparted سُعادُSuʿad وَأَمسىand has now become حَبلُهاher cord اِنجَذَماsevered
بانَت سُعادُ وَأَمسى حَبلُها اِنجَذَما
وَاِحتَلَّتِand she settled الشَرعَal-Sharʿ فَالأَجزاعَthen the valley bends مِنof إِضَماIḍam
وَاِحتَلَّتِ الشَرعَ فَالأَجزاعَ مِن إِضَما
Suʿad has departed, and her cord is now severed.
Her happiness appeared and its rope was severed,
And she settled at al-Sharʿ, then in the valley bends of Iḍam.
And the branches were separated from the main trunks.
إِحدىa woman of بَلِيٍّBali وَماand not هامَbecame infatuated الفُؤادُthe heart بِهاwith her
إِحدى بَلِيٍّ وَما هامَ الفُؤادُ بِها
إِلّاexcept السَفاهَfolly وَإِلّاand except ذِكرَةًa remembrance حُلُماa dream
إِلّا السَفاهَ وَإِلّا ذِكرَةً حُلُما
A woman of Bali; my heart was not infatuated with her
One of two calamities, which did not obsess my heart,
Except through folly, and except for a dreamlike remembrance.
Except folly, or a reminder of patience.
لَيسَتshe is not مِنَamong السودِthe black ones أَعقاباًin their heels إِذاwhen اِنصَرَفَتshe turns away
لَيسَت مِنَ السودِ أَعقاباً إِذا اِنصَرَفَت
وَلاnor تَبيعُdoes she sell بِجَنبَيon both sides of نَخلَةَNakhla البُرَماearthen cooking pots
وَلا تَبيعُ بِجَنبَي نَخلَةَ البُرَما
She is not one whose heels are black when she turns away,
Black heels do not remain
Nor does she sell earthen cooking pots on either side of Nakhla.
When she turns away, nor does she sell the palm tree beside al-Burma.
غَرّاءُradiant أَكمَلُthe most perfect مَنof those who يَمشيwalk عَلىon قَدَمٍa foot
غَرّاءُ أَكمَلُ مَن يَمشي عَلى قَدَمٍ
حُسناًin beauty وَأَملَحُand the most charming مَنof those whom حاوَرتَهُyou conversed with him الكَلِماwords
حُسناً وَأَملَحُ مَن حاوَرتَهُ الكَلِما
Radiant, the most perfect of all who walk on foot
A charming full moon is the best walker
In beauty, and the most charming of those you have exchanged words with.
And the most eloquent in speech.
قالَتshe said أَراكَI see you أَخاa man of رَحلٍa camel saddle وَراحِلَةٍand a riding camel
قالَت أَراكَ أَخا رَحلٍ وَراحِلَةٍ
تَغشىyou enter مَتالِفَdeadly places لَنwill not يُنظِرنَكَthey give you respite الهَرَماold age
تَغشى مَتالِفَ لَن يُنظِرنَكَ الهَرَما
She said: I see you as a man of saddle and riding camel,
She said, I see you as a traveling man,
You enter deadly places that will not spare you until old age.
Who befriends the old, who will not wait for you.
حَيّاكِmay He bless you رَبّيmy Lord فَإِنّاfor indeed we لاnot يَحِلُّis lawful لَناfor us
حَيّاكِ رَبّي فَإِنّا لا يَحِلُّ لَنا
لَهوُdalliance with النِساءِwomen وَإِنَّand indeed الدينَreligion قَدalready عَزَماhas firmly commanded
لَهوُ النِساءِ وَإِنَّ الدينَ قَد عَزَما
May my Lord bless you; for it is not lawful for us
May God greet you, for it is not permitted for us
To dally with women, and religion has made its command binding.
To indulge in women, and religion has become intent.
مُشَمِّرينَgirded for travel عَلىon خوصٍnarrow-eyed camels مُزَمَّمَةٍbridled
مُشَمِّرينَ عَلى خوصٍ مُزَمَّمَةٍ
نَرجوwe hope in الإِلَهَGod وَنَرجوand we hope for البِرَّgoodness وَالطُعَماand sustenance
نَرجو الإِلَهَ وَنَرجو البِرَّ وَالطُعَما
Girded for travel upon bridled, narrow-eyed camels,
With determination upon coarse and frayed mats,
We hope in God, and hope for goodness and sustenance.
We hope for God, and for righteousness and food.
هَلّاwhy did you not سَأَلتِyou asked بَنيthe sons of ذُبيانَDhubyan ماwhat حَسَبيmy standing
هَلّا سَأَلتِ بَني ذُبيانَ ما حَسَبي
إِذاwhen الدُخانُthe smoke تَغَشّىenvelops الأَشمَطَthe gray-haired man البَرِماthe miser
إِذا الدُخانُ تَغَشّى الأَشمَطَ البَرِما
Why did you not ask the sons of Dhubyan what my standing is,
Why don’t you ask the people of Dhubyan when
When smoke shrouds the grizzled miser,
The smoke covers al-Ashmaṭ al-Burma.
وَهَبَّتِand blew الريحُthe wind مِنfrom تِلقاءِthe direction of ذيDhu أُرُلٍUrul
وَهَبَّتِ الريحُ مِن تِلقاءِ ذي أُرُلٍ
تُزجيit drives مَعَwith اللَيلِthe night مِنfrom صُرّادِهاits cold clouds صِرَماclusters
تُزجي مَعَ اللَيلِ مِن صُرّادِها صِرَما
And the wind blows from the direction of Dhu Urul,
The wind blew from the direction of Dhi Orul
Driving clusters of its cold clouds along with the night,
At night, blowing bits of straw.
صُهبَtawny الظِلالِin shadow أَتَينَthey came to التينَal-Tin عَنfrom عُرُضٍa side
صُهبَ الظِلالِ أَتَينَ التينَ عَن عُرُضٍ
يُزجينَthey drive غَيماًa cloud قَليلاًscant ماؤُهُits water شَبِماice-cold
يُزجينَ غَيماً قَليلاً ماؤُهُ شَبِما
Tawny in shadow, they reach al-Tin from one side,
The shadows came to the figs after midday
Driving a cloud whose water is scant and ice-cold.
Drizzling a little rain, its water brackish.
يُنبِئكِtells you ذوthe man possessed of عِرضِهِمtheir honor عَنّيabout me وَعالَمُهُمand their learned man
يُنبِئكِ ذو عِرضِهِم عَنّي وَعالَمُهُم
وَلَيسَand is not جاهِلُone ignorant of شَيءٍa thing مِثلَlike مَنone who عَلِماhas learned
وَلَيسَ جاهِلُ شَيءٍ مِثلَ مَن عَلِما
Their man of honor and their learned man will tell you of me,
The notable among them will inform you about me and their world,
And one ignorant of a thing is not like one who knows.
And no one is more ignorant than one who has knowledge.
إِنّيindeed I أُتَمِّمُI make up the shares of أَيساريmy gambling companions وَأَمنَحُهُمand I bestow on them
إِنّي أُتَمِّمُ أَيساري وَأَمنَحُهُم
مَثنىtwofold الأَياديfavors وَأَكسوand I clothe الجَفنَةَthe great serving bowl الأُدُماsavory accompaniments
مَثنى الأَيادي وَأَكسو الجَفنَةَ الأُدُما
I make up my gambling companions' shares and bestow on them
I fulfill my duties and grant them
Twofold favors, and clothe the great bowl in savory accompaniments.
A pair of hands and clothe the eyelids with kohl.
وَأَقطَعُand I cross الخَرقَthe vast wilderness بِالخَرقاءِon a headlong she-camel قَدalready جَعَلَتshe began
وَأَقطَعُ الخَرقَ بِالخَرقاءِ قَد جَعَلَت
بَعدَafter الكَلالِexhaustion تَشَكّىto complain of الأَينَweariness وَالسَأماand tedium
بَعدَ الكَلالِ تَشَكّى الأَينَ وَالسَأما
And I cross the wilderness on a headlong she-camel, who has begun,
And I patch the tear with more patching, it began
After exhaustion, to complain of weariness and tedium.
After deprivation, complaining of misery and boredom.
كادَتshe nearly تُساقِطُنيthrew me off رَحليmy saddle وَمِيثَرَتيand my saddlecloth
كادَت تُساقِطُني رَحلي وَمِيثَرَتي
بِذيat Dhu المَجازِal-Majaz وَلَمand had not تُحسِسshe sensed بِهِthere نَعَماlivestock
بِذي المَجازِ وَلَم تُحسِس بِهِ نَعَما
She nearly threw me off with my saddle and saddlecloth
My mount and gear nearly made me fall
At Dhu al-Majaz, though she had sensed no livestock there,
At Dhi al-Majaz, and it did not make me feel bounty.
مِنbecause of قَولِthe words of حِرمِيَّةٍa sanctuary woman قالَتshe said وَقَدwhile already ظَعَنواthey departed
مِن قَولِ حِرمِيَّةٍ قالَت وَقَد ظَعَنوا
هَلis there فيamong مُخِفّيكُمُyour lightly laden travelers مَنanyone who يَشتَريbuys أَدَماhides
هَل في مُخِفّيكُمُ مَن يَشتَري أَدَما
At the words of a woman of the sanctuary, who said as they set off:
From the words of a woman who said, as they bartered,
Is there anyone among your lightly laden travelers who will buy hides?
“Is there anyone among you who would buy some leather?”
قُلتُI said لَهاto her وَهيَwhile she تَسعىhurried تَحتَbeneath لَبَّتِهاits upper breast
قُلتُ لَها وَهيَ تَسعى تَحتَ لَبَّتِها
لاdo not let تَحطِمَنَّكِher crush you إِنَّindeed البَيعَthe trading قَدalready زَرِماhas ceased
لا تَحطِمَنَّكِ إِنَّ البَيعَ قَد زَرِما
I said to her, as she hurried beneath the she-camel's breast:
I said to her as she walked briskly under her mantle,
Do not let her crush you; the trading has already ceased.
“Do not let it break you, for the sale has declined.”
باتَتshe stayed overnight ثَلاثَthree لَيالٍnights ثُمَّthen واحِدَةًone more
باتَت ثَلاثَ لَيالٍ ثُمَّ واحِدَةً
بِذيat Dhu المَجازِal-Majaz تُراعيshe watches مَنزِلاًan encampment زِيَماscattered
بِذي المَجازِ تُراعي مَنزِلاً زِيَما
She spent three nights, then one more,
She stayed three nights, then one
At Dhu al-Majaz, watching a scattered encampment.
At Dhi al-Majaz, watching over an abode, bleak.
فَاِنشَقَّthen broke forth عَنهاfrom around her عَمودُthe pillar of الصُبحِdawn جافِلَةًbolting in fright
فَاِنشَقَّ عَنها عَمودُ الصُبحِ جافِلَةً
عَدوَthe running of النَحوصِa barren wild she-ass تَخافُshe fears القانِصَthe hunter اللَحِماmeat-hungry
عَدوَ النَحوصِ تَخافُ القانِصَ اللَحِما
Then dawn's pillar broke over her as she bolted,
The pillar of dawn split open from it, violently,
Running like a barren wild she-ass afraid of the meat-hungry hunter.
The enemy of diving fears the flesh picking sea bird.
تُحيدُshe swerves عَنaway from أَستَنٍastan trees سودٍblack أُسافِلُهُits lower parts
تُحيدُ عَن أَستَنٍ سودٍ أُسافِلُهُ
مَشيَthe gait of الإِماءِslave women الغَواديgoing out at dawn تَحمِلُcarrying الحُزَماbundles
مَشيَ الإِماءِ الغَوادي تَحمِلُ الحُزَما
She veers away from astan trees, black at their bases,
It turns away from black, low lying rocks,
With the gait of slave women going out at dawn, carrying bundles.
The gait of slave girls carrying bundles.
أَوor ذوone bearing وُشومٍtattoo-like markings بِحَوضىat Hawda باتَspent the night مُنكَرِساًhuddled
أَو ذو وُشومٍ بِحَوضى باتَ مُنكَرِساً
فيon لَيلَةٍa night مِنof جُمادىJumada أَخصَلَتpoured down دِيَماsteady rains
في لَيلَةٍ مِن جُمادى أَخصَلَت دِيَما
Or a wild bull with tattoo-like markings at Hawda, huddled for the night,
Or someone with a scar at my basin spent the night hunched over
On a night of Jumada that poured down steady rain.
On a night of Jumada, having lost its tail.
باتَhe spent the night بِحِقفٍat a curved dune مِنَof البَقّارِal-Baqqar يَحفِزهُit prods him
باتَ بِحِقفٍ مِنَ البَقّارِ يَحفِزهُ
إِذاwhenever اِستَكَفَّhe took shelter قَليلاًa little تُربُهُits sand اِنهَدَماcollapsed
إِذا اِستَكَفَّ قَليلاً تُربُهُ اِنهَدَما
He spent the night at a curved dune in al-Baqqar that kept driving him out:
It spent the night in a cattle enclosure, goaded
Whenever he took brief shelter, its sand collapsed.
By the cowherd when it calmed down a little, its soil collapsed.
مُوَلِّيَturning toward الريحِthe wind رَوقَيهِhis two horns وَجَبهَتَهُand his forehead
مُوَلِّيَ الريحِ رَوقَيهِ وَجَبهَتَهُ
كَالهِبرَقِيُّlike the smith تَنَحّىhe drew aside يَنفُخُhe blows الفَحَماthe charcoal
كَالهِبرَقِيُّ تَنَحّى يَنفُخُ الفَحَما
Turning his two horns and forehead toward the wind,
Turning its cheeks and neck away from the wind
Like a smith who drew aside to blow upon the charcoal.
Like a Hyberean, it blew into the embers.
حَتّىuntil غَداhe set out at dawn مِثلَlike نَصلِthe blade of السَيفِthe sword مُنصَلِتاًrushing forth
حَتّى غَدا مِثلَ نَصلِ السَيفِ مُنصَلِتاً
يَقروhe traverses الأَماعِزَthe rocky tracts مِنof لُبنانَLubnan وَالأَكَماand the hills
يَقرو الأَماعِزَ مِن لُبنانَ وَالأَكَما
Until at dawn he sped forth like a sword blade,
Until it became in the morning like the sharp edge of a sword,
Traversing the stony tracts of Lubnan and the hills.
Pecking at the goats from Labnan and al-Akma.
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