أرانيI see myself وَذِئبَand the wolf القَفرِof the wasteland خِدنَينِtwo close companions بَعدَماafter
أراني وَذِئبَ القَفرِ خِدنَينِ بَعدَما
تَدانىdrew near كِلاناboth of us يَشمَئِزُّrecoils وَيُذعَرُand is frightened
تَدانى كِلانا يَشمَئِزُّ وَيُذعَرُ
I find myself and the wolf of the wasteland close companions, after
we drew near, each of us recoiling and frightened.
إِذاwhen ماever عَوىhe howls جاوَبتُI answer سَجعَthe cadence of عوائِهِhis howling
إِذا ما عَوى جاوَبتُ سَجعَ عوائِهِ
بِتَرنيمِwith the chanting of مَحزونٍa sorrowful man يَموتُwho dies وَيُنشَرُand is raised again
بِتَرنيمِ مَحزونٍ يَموتُ وَيُنشَرُ
Whenever he howls, I answer the cadence of his howling
with the chant of a sorrowful man who dies and is raised again.
تَذَللتُهُI coaxed him حَتّىuntil دَناhe drew near وَأَلِفتُهُand I grew familiar with him
تَذَللتُهُ حَتّى دَنا وَأَلِفتُهُ
وَأَمكَنَنيand put himself at my mercy لَوif أَنَّنيthat I كُنتُI had been أغدِرُI betray
وَأَمكَنَني لَو أَنَّني كُنتُ أغدِرُ
I coaxed him until he came close, and grew familiar with him;
and he put himself at my mercy, had I been treacherous.
وَلَكِنَّنيbut I لَمnot يَأتَنمنيtrusted me صاحِبٌa companion
وَلَكِنَّني لَم يَأتَنمني صاحِبٌ
فَيَرتابُand then becomes suspicious بيof me مادامَas long as لاnot يَتَغَيَّرُhe changes
فَيَرتابُ بي مادامَ لا يَتَغَيَّرُ
Yet no companion has ever trusted me
and then had cause to doubt me, so long as he remained unchanged.
فَللَّهِso to God belongs دَرُّthe excellence of الغولِthe ghoul أَيُّwhat a رَفيقَةٍfemale companion
فَللَّهِ دَرُّ الغولِ أَيُّ رَفيقَةٍ
لِصاحِبِfor an inhabitant of قَفرٍa wasteland خائِفٍafraid يَتَسَتَّرُwho hides himself
لِصاحِبِ قَفرٍ خائِفٍ يَتَسَتَّرُ
God bless the ghoul—what a companion she is
for a frightened man in the wasteland, hiding himself!
تَغَنَّتshe sang بِلَحنٍwith a melody بَعدَafter لحنٍa melody وَأَوقَدَتand kindled
تَغَنَّت بِلَحنٍ بَعدَ لحنٍ وَأَوقَدَت
حَواليَّaround me نيراناًfires تَبوخُdie down وَتَزهَرُand blaze
حَواليَّ نيراناً تَبوخُ وَتَزهَرُ
She sang melody after melody, and kindled
fires all about me, dying down and blazing bright.
أَنِستُI felt at ease بِهاwith her لَمّاwhen بَدَتshe appeared وَألفتُهاand I grew familiar with her
أَنِستُ بِها لَمّا بَدَت وَألفتُها
وَحَتّىand until دَنَتshe drew near وَاللَّهُand God بِالغَيبِof the unseen أبصرُsees best
وَحَتّى دَنَت وَاللَّهُ بِالغَيبِ أبصرُ
I felt at ease with her when she appeared, and grew familiar with her,
until she drew near—God sees the unseen best.
فَلَمّاthen when رَأَتshe saw أَلاthat ... not أُهالَI am frightened وَأَنَّنيand that I
فَلَمّا رَأَت أَلا أُهالَ وَأَنَّني
وَقورٌcomposed إِذاwhen طارَtakes flight الجنانُthe heart المُطَيَّرُpanic-stricken
وَقورٌ إِذا طارَ الجنانُ المُطَيَّرُ
Then, when she saw that I was not frightened, and that I
was composed when the panic-stricken heart takes flight,
دَنَتshe drew near بَعدَafter ذاكَthat الرَّوعِfright حَتَّىuntil أَلِفتُهاI grew familiar with her
دَنَت بَعدَ ذاكَ الرَّوعِ حَتَّى أَلِفتُها
وَصافَيتُهاand I sincerely befriended her وَاللَّهُand God بِالغَيبِof the unseen أَخبَرُknows best
وَصافَيتُها وَاللَّهُ بِالغَيبِ أَخبَرُ
she drew near after that fright, until I grew familiar with her,
and I gave her my sincere friendship—God knows the unseen best.
أَلَمdid ... not? تَرَنيyou see me حالَفتُI made a pact with صَفراءَa yellow one نَبعَةa nabʿ-wood bow
أَلَم تَرَني حالَفتُ صَفراءَ نَبعَة
تَرِنُّshe rings إِذاwhen ماever رُعتُهاI startle her وَتُزَمجِرُand growls
تَرِنُّ إِذا ما رُعتُها وَتُزَمجِرُ
Have you not seen me make a pact with a yellow bow of nabʿ wood,
that rings whenever I startle her, and growls
تزَمجرَthe growling of غَيريa jealous woman أَحرَقوهاthey scorched her بِضرَّةٍwith a co-wife
تزَمجرَ غَيري أَحرَقوها بِضرَّةٍ
فَباتَتso she spent the night لَهاat her تَحتَbeneath الخِباءِthe tent تُذَمِّرُrailing
فَباتَت لَها تَحتَ الخِباءِ تُذَمِّرُ
like a jealous woman whom they scorched with a co-wife,
so she spent the night railing at her beneath the tent?
لَهاshe has فِتيَةٌyoung men ماضونَpressing onward حَيثُwherever رَمَتshe casts بِهِمthem forth
لَها فِتيَةٌ ماضونَ حَيثُ رَمَت بِهِم
شَرابُهُمtheir drink قانٍdeep crimson مِنَfrom الجَوفِthe body's interior أَحمَرُred
شَرابُهُم قانٍ مِنَ الجَوفِ أَحمَرُ
She has young men who press on wherever she casts them;
their drink is crimson, red from the body's depths.
إِذاwhen اِفتَقَرَتshe grows poor راشَتهُمshe feathers them بِغِناهمُwith their wealth
إِذا اِفتَقَرَت راشَتهُم بِغِناهمُ
عَطاءًa gift لَهُمto them حَتّىuntil صَفاgrew clear ماwhat يُكَدَّرُis clouded
عَطاءً لَهُم حَتّى صَفا ما يُكَدَّرُ
When she grows poor, she feathers them with their own wealth,
a gift to them, until what is clouded grows clear.
أَلَمَّvisited خَيالٌa vision مِنfrom أُمَيمَةَUmayma طارِقٌvisiting by night
أَلَمَّ خَيالٌ مِن أُمَيمَةَ طارِقٌ
وَقَدwhile already تَلِيَتremained مِنof آخِرِthe last part of اللَّيلِthe night غُبَّرُremnants
وَقَد تَلِيَت مِن آخِرِ اللَّيلِ غُبَّرُ
A vision of Umayma came visiting by night,
while remnants of the night's last hours still remained.
فَياso, oh فَرحاwhat joy لِلمُدلِجِat the night traveler الزائِرِthe visitor الَّذيwho
فَيا فَرحا لِلمُدلِجِ الزائِرِ الَّذي
أَتانيcame to me فيin رَيطاتِهِhis fine robes يَتَبَختَرُstrutting
أَتاني في رَيطاتِهِ يَتَبَختَرُ
Oh, what joy at the night-traveling visitor who
came to me, strutting in his fine robes!
فَثُرتُso I sprang up وَقَلبيand my heart مُقصَدٌmortally wounded لِلَّذيby what بِهِwithin it
فَثُرتُ وَقَلبي مُقصَدٌ لِلَّذي بِهِ
وَعَينيand my eye أَحياناًat times تجمُّwells up فَتُغمَرُthen is flooded
وَعَيني أَحياناً تجمُّ فَتُغمَرُ
So I sprang up, my heart mortally wounded by what it held,
and my eye at times welling up and brimming over,
إِلىtoward ناعِجٍa swift white camel أَماas for أَعاليthe upper parts of عِظامِهِhis bones
إِلى ناعِجٍ أَما أَعالي عِظامِهِ
فَشُمٌّthen they are lofty وَسُفلاهاand their lower parts عَلىon الأَرضِthe earth تَمهَرُpound
فَشُمٌّ وَسُفلاها عَلى الأَرضِ تَمهَرُ
toward a swift white camel: the upper bones of his frame
are lofty, while the lower ones pound the earth.
فَقُلتُso I said لَهُto him قَولاًa word وَحادَثتand kept up شَدَّهhis swift pace
فَقُلتُ لَهُ قَولاً وَحادَثت شَدَّه
بِأَعوادِwith rods of مَيسٍmays wood نَقشَهُنَّengraved them مُحَبَّرُa skilled craftsman
بِأَعوادِ مَيسٍ نَقشَهُنَّ مُحَبَّرُ
I spoke to him and kept up his pace
with rods of mays wood engraved by a skilled craftsman:
أَياO جَمَليmy camel إِنif أَنتَyou زُرتَyou visited بِلادَهاher country
أَيا جَمَلي إِن أَنتَ زُرتَ بِلادَها
بِرَحليwith my saddle وَأَجلادِيand my body فَأَنتَthen you are مُحَرَّرُset free
بِرَحلي وَأَجلادِي فَأَنتَ مُحَرَّرُ
"O my camel, if you reach her country
with my saddle and my body, then you are free."
وَهَلand is there ...? جَمَلٌa camel مُجتابُtraversing ماwhat حالَhas intervened دونَهاbetween me and her
وَهَل جَمَلٌ مُجتابُ ما حالَ دونَها
مِنَof الأَرضِthe land أَوor ريحٌa wind تَروحُtravels in the evening وَتُبكِرُand sets out early
مِنَ الأَرضِ أَو ريحٌ تَروحُ وَتُبكِرُ
And can a camel traverse what lies between me and her
of land—or a wind that travels evening and morning?
وَكَيفَand how تُرجيهاdo you hope for her وَقَدwhen already حالَhas intervened دوَنهاbetween you and her
وَكَيفَ تُرجيها وَقَد حالَ دوَنها
مِنَof الأَرضِthe land مَخشِيُّdreaded التَنائِفِthe desert wastes مُذعَرُterrifying
مِنَ الأَرضِ مَخشِيُّ التَنائِفِ مُذعَرُ
And how can you hope for her, when between you and her lies
a land of dreaded wastes, a place of terror,
وَأَنتَwhile you are طَريدٌan outcast مُستَسِرٌّhiding بِقَفرَةٍin a wasteland
وَأَنتَ طَريدٌ مُستَسِرٌّ بِقَفرَةٍ
مِراراًrepeatedly وَأَحياناًand sometimes تُصَبُّyou are seized by longing فَتَظهَرُso you emerge
مِراراً وَأَحياناً تُصَبُّ فَتَظهَرُ
while you are an outcast, concealed in a wasteland,
again and again, though sometimes longing seizes you and you emerge?
فَياso, oh لَيتَif only شِعريmy knowledge هَلwhether يَعودَنَّwill ever return مربَعٌa spring encampment
فَيا لَيتَ شِعري هَل يَعودَنَّ مربَعٌ
وَقَيظٌand a summer بِأَكنافِin the environs of الظُّلَيفِal-Ẓulayf وَمَحضَرُand a settled camp
وَقَيظٌ بِأَكنافِ الظُّلَيفِ وَمَحضَرُ
Oh, if only I knew: will spring quarters ever return,
and a summer around al-Ẓulayf, and a settled camp?
أَقاتِلَتيis she my slayer? بَطَّالَةٌa woman of leisure عامِرِيَّةٌof ʿAmir
أَقاتِلَتي بَطَّالَةٌ عامِرِيَّةٌ
بِأَردانِهاin her sleeves مِسكٌmusk ذَكِيٌّstrongly fragrant وَعَنبَرُand ambergris
بِأَردانِها مِسكٌ ذَكِيٌّ وَعَنبَرُ
Is my slayer a woman of leisure from ʿAmir,
with strongly fragrant musk and ambergris in her sleeves?
Sol 6.1