لابدّ من وقفةً للأنيق الذّللِ
بالركب يبكون بين الرّسم والطّلَلِ
There must be a pause for lowly lamentation,
while the caravan weeps between the faded trace and the ruined camp.
لولا رجاءَ دنوٍ من أحبّتنا
بغير حُزْنٍ على الأَطلال من إبلِ
Were it not for hope of drawing near to those we love,
without grief for the ruins, borne there on camels...
أشكو الجَوى وأنا الجاني عليّ بها
فمن ألوم على من كان من قِبَلي
I complain of passion, though through her I brought the wrong upon myself;
whom can I blame, then, for what came from my own heart?
مالي يَدان بصبر مذ بها عبثتْ
يَد الفراق رماكِ الله بالشّللِ
I have no strength for patience, since the hand of parting has toyed with it—
O hand of parting, may God strike you with palsy!
سرّ الأحبّة عندي لا أَبوح بهِ
يوماً إذا ضاع سرّ العاشق النّذلِ
My beloved’s secret is in my keeping; I will not disclose it.
The day a lover’s secret is lost, he is ignoble.
والحبُّ مبتذل ما لم يُراعَ به
شخصُ الرّقيب ويَمع نغْمة العَذَلِ
Love is cheapened unless one takes account within it
of the watcher’s presence and restrains the voice of reproach.
وأرغد العيش ما صادفت خلوته
من قلب مرتقبٍ أَو عين مختبلِ
The sweetest life is when you chance upon its solitude,
free of a watchful heart or a distracted eye.
فارقت بالمنزل المأنوس آنسةً
لا عن قلىً من فؤادينا ولا ملَلِ
At the familiar dwelling I parted from my intimate companion,
with neither aversion in our two hearts nor weariness.
عهدي بهاً رشأً أَحوى يرقرق لي
عينَ الجداية لولا موضع الحجَلِ
My last sight of her was a dark-lipped gazelle fawn who felt tenderness for me,
with the eye of a young gazelle—were it not for the anklets’ place.
حوراء مصقولة غرّ عوارضُها
هيفاء مجدولة مرتجّة الكفلِ
A wide-eyed, polished maiden, the side teeth of her smile gleaming white;
slender-waisted, finely formed, her hips swaying.
إنْ انسً لا أُنس يوم البين عبرتها
وقد بسطت إليها كفّ مرتحلِ
Though I forget all else, I cannot forget her tears on the day of parting,
when I stretched toward her the palm of one departing.
ظلْنا ومهمَا سفحنا من مدامعنا
على الخدود ترشَّفناه بالقُبَلِ
We lingered; and however many tears we poured
down our cheeks, we sipped them away with kisses.
قامت تلوذ بأَعطافي وقد فرقت
من الفراق وفيها حيرة الوجلِ
She rose and sought refuge in my embrace, terrified
by parting, while within her was fear’s bewilderment.
ما أَحدث البعد عندي قد منعت به
صَبراً فأسلو وما استبدلت من بدلِ
Distance has wrought nothing in me save that through it I have been denied
the patience to forget; nor have I taken any substitute.
إذا عراني من حرّ الهوى ظمأٌ
ذكرت بَرد ثنايا ثغركِ الرتّلِ
Whenever a thirst born of passion’s heat assails me,
I remember the coolness of the incisors in your evenly set mouth.
وإن شممْت نسيم الرّيح ذكّرني
عند التّبلُّج ريّا نشركِ الخَضلِ
And whenever I smell the wind’s soft breeze, it reminds me,
at daybreak, of the fragrance of your dew-fresh scent.
حَيّيتُ مغناك واعتاد الحيا هصَلا
يسقيه عَلاً مع الأسحار والأُصلِ
I salute your dwelling; may the rain return to it in torrents,
watering it shower after shower at dawn and evening,
حتَّى يغادرَ ما بين الربُّى غُدُرا
كأنّما وكفَت فيهنَّ كفُّ عليِّ
until it leaves pools among the hills,
as though the hand of Ali had dripped into them—
كفّ تصوب نُضاراً كلَّ صابحةٍ
على العُفاة كصوب العارض الهطلِ
a hand that pours pure gold, all of it, every morning,
upon the needy, like the downpour of a teeming raincloud.
حَوى أبو القاسم القسم الموفّر من
مَجدٍ طريفٍ وعن آبائه الأَولِ
Abu al-Qasim has gained the abundant share
of glory—both newly won and inherited from his earliest forefathers.
الماجد الحائز المسعى الشريف له
فضلُ المكارم بين القول والعملِ
The glorious possessor of noble endeavor—to him belongs
preeminence in every virtue, in both word and deed;
والطّاعن الخيل في يُمناه ذابلُه
يعلّها من نجيع الفارس البطَلِ
he who thrusts at the cavalry, his slender spear in his right hand,
giving it repeated draughts of the valiant horseman’s lifeblood.
متوّج ببهاء المجد في حسبٍ
محله من صميم المجد في القُلَلِ
Crowned with glory’s splendor in a noble lineage,
his station, in glory’s purest core, is upon the summits.
يحفّه من بني نبهان كل فتى
مكرّم برداء الفَضل مشتملِ
Around him gather, from the sons of Nabhan, all the young men,
ennobled and wrapped in the robe of excellence—
صيد بهاليل أبطال إذا ركبوا
يوماً أسالوا دمَ الفرسان بالاسلِ
lionhearted chiefs, noble lords, and champions who, whenever they ride,
make the horsemen’s blood flow beneath their spears.
وما أقَام قنا العَلْياء من أَوَدٍ
إلاّ اعوجاجُ قنا الخَطيّة الذُّبلِ
No crookedness in the spear of lofty honor was ever made straight
except by the bending of their slender Khattian spears.
هم الّذين أبانوا كل مكرمة
وأوضحوا في المَعالي مسْلك السُبلِ
They are the ones who made every noble virtue manifest
and made clear the roads that lead to lofty honors.
لم يعرفِ الجودَ إلاَ منهمُ وكذا
لولاهمُ لجهلنا مُنكَر البخلِ
Generosity was known only through them; and likewise,
but for them, we would not know how blameworthy miserliness is.
لما بَدا بينهم برقُ السّماحة في
طُرق النّوال اهتداها وافد الأملِ
When the lightning of generosity flashed among them
along the roads of bounty, hope’s envoy found its way.
يهني أَبا القاسم الزّاكي مكارمُه
فإنها في المعالي غايةُ المثلِ
May his virtues bring joy to the pure Abu al-Qasim,
for in lofty deeds they are the utmost exemplar.
ودام للْمَجد والعَلْياءِ مغتذياً
دَرّ المسرَّة بين المال والخَوَلِ
May he endure, nourished by glory and high estate,
while joy pours abundantly amid wealth and retainers.
هذا ودونك بكراً بنتَ ساعتها
عجّلتُها فأتت في زِيّ مُعتدَلِ
Here it is—take it: a virgin poem, daughter of its very hour;
though I hurried its composition, it came in well-proportioned attire.
Sol 5.6