قِف بِالمعاهدِ مِن إضم
وَاِلثم سراها واِستلم
Stand by the old abodes at Iḍam,
weep for her journey by night, and touch its traces reverently.
وَاِستعلم الأطلالَ عن
أَعلام ساكنةِ العَلَم
Ask the ruins about
the landmarks of her who dwelt at al-ʿAlam:
غيداء أَحسن مَن مَشى
فيما رأيتُ عَلى قَدم
a graceful maiden, fairer than any who has walked—
in all I have seen—upon two feet;
لَمياء ريقَتها جنا ال
مَاذي وأنملها عَنم
dark-lipped, her saliva the gathered nectar of
pure honey, her fingertips red ʿanam berries;
شمسٌ وما أَفلاكُها
إلّا الهوادجُ والخيَم
a sun whose celestial spheres are nothing
but camel-litters and tents.
لَو بعتُها نفسي بلث
مة ما تغشّته اللثم
Had my soul sent her a kiss,
no other kisses would ever have covered her;
لَرأيتُ ذلكَ لي نجا
حاً لا يعارضهُ ندَم
you would have deemed that, for me, a success
opposed by no regret.
وَإِذا توقّد حرّ وج
دي في حشائي واِضطرم
Whenever the heat of my longing kindled
within my breast and fiercely blazed,
لَم يطفه إلّا ترش
شف ريقها العذبِ الشبم
nothing quenched it but sipping
her sweet, cool saliva.
وَلَقد كتمتُ وِدادها
منّي فباحَ وما اِنكتَم
Indeed, I concealed my love for her,
but it disclosed itself and would not stay concealed.
ليلٌ عَلى صبحٍ على
غصنٍ ودعص مرتكم
Night upon dawn, resting upon
a supple bough and a mounded dune.
صدّت وجادَ بِوصلِها
في مَضجعي الطيفُ الملم
She turned away—yet the visiting phantom freely granted me
union with her in my bed,
والرَكبُ ذلك نائمٌ
مِنهم وَذلكَ لَم ينَم
while that caravan slept,
save one among them who did not sleep,
وَأكفّهم ملويّة
بينَ المضاجعِ بالخطم
their hands all busy
among bedrolls and camel nose-reins.
وَالليلُ قَد ولّى وعا
ثَ الشيبُ فيهِ والهرم
Night had already turned away; within it
grayness and decrepit age ran riot.
فَلثمتُ منها مبسماً
مثلَ الجمانِ المُنتظم
Then I kissed from her a smiling mouth
like a string of ordered pearls.
قسماً بمبسمها وهل
مِن بعدِ ذلكَ لي قَسم
I swear by her smile—and have I
any lot left after that?
لأجدّ في طلبِ العلا
إِن شاءَ لي الفردُ الحكَم
I shall strive in pursuit of glory,
if the One, the sovereign Judge, wills it for me.
وَالمرءُ نعمَ المرء من
ركبَ المهالكَ واِقتَحم
Excellent indeed is the man
who rides into deadly perils and storms them.
تَأبى لِنفسي شيمة
مِن أَن تسفَّ بيَ الهمَم
A trait within my soul refuses
to stoop low among lofty aims.
ما كلُّ نارٍ نارُ مو
سى حينَ تخفق بِالضرم
Not every fire is the fire of Moses
when it flickers with blazing flame;
كلّا وَلا كلّ البلا
دِ وإِن عَجبت بِها إرم
certainly not—nor is every land,
though you marvel at it, an Iram.
ما أليقَ الشرفَ الرفي
عَ بحميرٍ دونَ الأُمم
How fitting is lofty honor
for Himyar, above all other nations!
ملكٌ سما أَعلى سما
وات المفاخرِ والكرَم
A king who rose above the highest heavens
of glory and generosity;
شادَ بسمكِ علاه أم
لاك الأعاربِ والعجَم
the kings raised his eminence to the heights—
kings of Arabs and non-Arabs alike.
ماء الحياةِ بِوَجنتي
هِ يجولُ في ماء الشبم
The water of life is in his cheeks;
he ranges through the waters of noble qualities.
أَزكى ملوكِ الأرضِ أخ
لاقاً وَأَوفاهم ذمَم
The purest of earth’s kings in character,
the most faithful of them to covenants;
بحرُ الفراتِ إذا عطى
ليثُ العرينِ إِذا اِنتَقم
an Euphrates-sea when he gives,
a lion of the lair when he takes vengeance.
فَالجارُ في أمنٍ وفي
عزٍّ لديهِ وَفي حرم
His neighbor dwells in safety and
in honor beside him, within a sanctuary.
صمدٌ تسودد في عشي
رتهِ وَما بلغَ الحلُم
A lord who became chief among his kin
before he had reached manhood.
يا معقلَ المَلهوف إن
جمحَ الزمانُ أوِ اِغتَشم
O refuge of the distressed, should
fortune bolt wildly or turn tyrannical!
هذي فضولٌ قد حبَا
كَ بِكَسبها باري النسم
These are stanzas: the Creator of souls
has favored you with the gift of composing them;
وَإِليكها كالبردِ مط
طرزَ الحواشي وَالعلم
here they are for you, like striped robes with
embroidered hems and distinctive markings.
ضَمِنت مَعاني لفظها
حكماً تُضاف إِلى حِكَم
Their wording encompasses meanings—
maxims to be added to other maxims.
Sol 5.6