وَلَيلَةٍ كَرَجائي في بَني زَمَني
مُسَوَّدَةِ الوَجهِ مَنسوباً إِلى الفَحَمِ
And many a night, like my hope among the sons of my age,
black-faced, its visage reckoned kin to charcoal,
سَدَّت عَلى نَظَرِ الرائينَ مَنهَجُهُ
حَتّى تَعارَفَتِ الأَشخاصُ بِالكَلَمِ
barred its course from the gaze of those who looked,
until the figures recognized one another by their wounds.
لا أَسأَمُ الجُهدَ فيها أَن أُكابِدُهُ
وَلا تَرى صاحِبَ الحاجاتِ ذا سَأَمِ
I never weary of the toil I must endure in it,
nor will you see a man with needs grow weary.
أُحاوِلُ النَجحَ في أَمرٍ أُزاوِلُهُ
وَالنَجحُ في دُلُجاتِ الأَينَقِ الرُسُمِ
I seek success in an undertaking I pursue,
and success lies in the night marches of hard-treading camels.
تَميلُ كَفِّيَ مِن سَيفٍ إِلى قَلَمٍ
وَالعِزُّ نِصفانِ بَينَ السَيفِ وَالقَلَمِ
My hand shifts from sword to pen,
and glory is divided in halves between the sword and the pen.
Sol 5.6