إِذا أُعفِيَتُ الصَهبا
أُ مِن قَدَحٍ وَمِن شَجِّ
When I am spared the tawny wine,
from cup and from mingling,
وَكانَ الكَأسُ لا يُجدي
وَمَزجي الراحَ لا يُزجي
and the goblet brings no benefit,
and mixing wine no longer cheers,
وَأَلغى اللَهوَ مَن يَلغي
وَأَرجا الشُربَ مَن يُرجي
when those who abandon pleasure abandon it,
and those who postpone drinking postpone it—
لِأَيّامٍ أَخاضَتنا
مِنَ الأَحزانِ في لُجِّ
because of days that plunged us
into a deep sea of sorrows,
فَمِنها الجِسمُ في نَقصٍ
وَمِنها القَلبُ في وَهجِ
which waste the body away
and set the heart ablaze,
فَما أَنفَكُّ في حَرٍّ
وَإِن أَصبَحتُ في ثَلجِ
so that I never cease to burn,
even when surrounded by ice;
وَما مِن شَرِّها ناجٍ
وَما مِن كَيدِها مَنجي
for no one escapes their evil,
and from their guile there is no refuge—
تَمَتَّعنا بِمَسموعٍ
مَليحِ النَظمِ وَالنَسجِ
we took delight instead in something heard,
beautifully composed and woven,
وَنَتلو ذِكرَ مَن نَهوى
عَلى نَردٍ وَشُطرَنجِ
and recited the name of the one we love
over backgammon and chess.
كَأَنّا مِنهُ في هَرجٍ
وَلَسنا مِنهُ في هَرجِ
Through it, we seemed caught in a fray,
though no true fray was ours.
تَمَشّى الزَنجُ لِلرومِ
وَقامَ الرومُ لِلزَنجِ
The Blacks advanced against the Romans,
and the Romans rose against the Blacks.
فَما أَحسَنَها بيضاً
تَمَشَّينَ إِلى دُعجِ
How lovely were those white ones
walking toward the dark-eyed ranks!
أَقَمنا بَينَنا حَرباً
بِلاعَجٍّ وَلا ثَجِّ
Between ourselves we waged a war
without clamor or bloodshed.
شَهِدناها بِلا طَبلٍ
وَلا بوقٍ وَلا صَنجِ
We witnessed it without a drum,
without trumpet or cymbal,
وَجِئناها بِلا سَيفٍ
وَلا رُمحٍ وَلا زَجِّ
and entered it without a sword,
without spear or spearhead.
تَرى أَفراسُنا تَعدو
بِلا لُجمِ وَلا سَرجِ
You see our horses galloping
without bridles or saddles.
مَشيَ الفَرزانِ مِعوَجّاً
لِأَمرٍ غَيرَ مِعوَجِّ
The queen moves on a crooked course
for a purpose that is straight;
وَرُخٌّ يَنتَحي نَهجاً
فَلا يَعدو عَلى النَهجِ
a rook takes up a path
and never strays beyond that path;
وَفيلٌ لَيسَ يَحدوهُ
يَدا شَلجٍ وَلا عَلجِ
and an elephant no one drives
with the hands of cripple or barbarian.
وَعِندَ الشاهِ مَنصوبٌ
لِواءَ النَصرِ وَالفَلجِ
Beside the king stands raised
the banner of victory and triumph.
وَحَولي أَوجُهُ غُرٍّ
عَلَيها سيمَةُ السَرجِ
Around me are radiant faces
bearing the mark of the saddle.
إِذا ما دُوِّنَ الحُسنُ
تَراهُم أَوَّلَ الدَرجِ
If beauty is entered in the register,
you will see them ranked first.
Sol 5.6