أَتَهِيمُ بِساكِنَةِ البُرقِ
فَيَعُودَ فُؤادُكَ ذا عَلَقِ
Do you pine for the woman dwelling at al-Burq,
so that your heart becomes attached again?
ما أَنتَ وَذِكرُ خَدَلَّجَةٍ
تَرَكَتكَ تَذُوبُ مِنَ الحُرَقِ
What have you to do with remembering a graceful woman
who left you melting with burning anguish?
نَزَلَت بِأَجارِعِ أَسنِمَةٍ
وَشَتَت بجَزِيزِ لِوى النَفقِ
She settled on the open slopes of Asnima
and dispersed near the cut ground of Liwa al-Nafaq.
وَتَقُولُ أُمانَةُ إِذ نَظَرَت
شَبَحاً ما فيهِ سِوى الرَمَقِ
Umama said, when she saw
a figure with scarcely a breath of life left:
أَتُطِيقُ هَوىً وَتَرُوحُ نَوىً
فَأَجَبتُ طَلَبتُ فَلَم أُطِقِ
“Can you bear love when separation comes?”
I answered, “I tried, but could not bear it.”
أَأُمامَ بِعَيشِكِ هَل ذَرَفَت
عَيناكِ وَهَل أَرِقت أَرَقي
O Umama, by your life, have
your eyes shed tears, and have you lain awake as I have?
لا ذُقتُ فِراقَكِ ثانِيَةً
فَفِراقُكِ عَلَّمَنِي فَرَقي
May I never taste your parting a second time,
for your parting taught me fear.
وَأَظُنُّ عُقُودَكِ مُشبِهَةً
في النَحرِ إِذا قَلِقَت قَلَقِي
I imagine the necklaces at your throat,
when they stir, resembling my own restless heart.
مُنّي بِوُقُوفِكِ آمِرَةً
بِطَلاقِ أَسِيرِكِ وَانطَلِقي
Promise me you will pause and command
your captive’s release; then go.
وَبِرامَةَ سِربُ مَها بَقَرٍ
تَيَّمنَ فُؤادَكَ بالحَدَقِ
At Rama was a herd of wild oryx
whose eyes drew your heart toward them.
وَسَقَينَكَ كَأسَ هَوىً وَنَوىً
وَجَوى فَسَكِرتَ وَلَم تُفِقِ
They gave you a cup of love and separation
and heartache; you grew drunk and never sobered.
قَد كُنتَ وَثِقتَ بِودِّهِمِ
وَقَلَوكَ فَلَيتَكَ لَم تَثِقِ
You once trusted in their affection,
but they spurned you; would that you had never trusted.
وَرَفائِقِ لَيلٍ قُلتُ لَهُم
وَالبِيدُ مُحَرَّمَةُ الطُرُقِ
To companions of a night journey I said,
while the desert’s paths were impassable
وَالعِيسُ تَكادُ تَذُوبُ إِذا
ذابَت فَتَسِيلُ مَعَ العَرَقِ
and the pale camels seemed ready to melt,
dissolving and running with sweat:
قَطَعُو سَلمى فَذُرى أَجاءٍ
فَحَزيزَي رامَةَ فَالبُرقِ
“Cross Salma, then the heights of Aja,
then the two ridges of Rama, then al-Burq.
فَامَرُّوا العِيسِ عَلى إِضَمٍ
فَسَحِيقِ الرُدهَةِ مُنخَرِقِ
Drive the camels past Idam,
then through the far reaches of al-Rudha.”
فَأَتَوا حَلَباً فَسَفَوا ذَهَباً
وَعَفَوا فَنَفَوا بِدَرِ الوَرِقِ
They came to Aleppo and took gold;
they wiped away their need and cast off silver coins.
يا صاحِ أَضوءُ سَنا قَمَرٍ
أَم سَاطِعُ ضَوءِ سَنا فَلَقِ
My friend, is that the gleam of moonlight,
or the bright radiance of dawn?
أَم وَجهُ أَبِي العُلوانِ بَدا
لِهِدايَةِ مُدَّرِعِ الغَسَقِ
Or has the face of Abu al-Ulwan appeared
to guide one cloaked in darkness?
مَلِكٌ ما شافَ بِناظِرِهِ
إِلّا وَأَنافَ عَلى الأُفُقِ
A king whose gaze has never looked out
without rising above the horizon.
شَرِسٌ مَرِسٌ فَطِنٌ نَدِسٌ
ما لاذَ بِهِ أَحَدٌ فَشَقي
Fierce, seasoned, keen, and perceptive:
no one sought his shelter and came to grief.
يَسرِي فَيَدُلُّ رَكائِبَنا
بِنَسِيمِ تَأَرُّجِهِ العَبِقِ
He travels by night and guides our mounts
with the breeze of his fragrant scent.
أَمحَلتُ فَشِمتُ نَدى يَدِهِ
فَغَرِقتُ بِوابِلِهِ الغَدِقِ
I suffered want, then glimpsed his hand’s generosity
and was drenched in its abundant downpour.
وَمَحا عَدَمِي فَمَزَجتُ دَمِي
بِهَواهُ فَدامَ لَنا وَبَقي
He erased my poverty, so I mingled my blood
with love for him; may he endure and remain with us.
رُوحِي وَتَقِلُّ فِدا نَفَرٍ
مَسَكُوا بِجَمِيلِهِمُ رَمَقِي
My life itself is too small a ransom for people
whose kindness has kept me alive.
طَرَدُوا عَدَمِي وَشَروا حِكَمِي
فَغَلا كَلِمِي وَزَها وَرَقِي
They drove away my want and valued my verses;
my words rose in worth and my pages flourished.
وَصَحِبتُهُمُ يَفَعاً وَإِلى
أَن صارَ عِذارِي كَاليَقَقِ
I accompanied them from early youth until
the hair along my cheeks turned white.
فَصَحِبتُ مَعاشِرَ ما أَحَدٌ
طَلَبَ الشَروى لَهُمُ فَلَقِي
Thus I have kept company with a people whose equals
no one has sought and found.
لِلّهِ هُمُ فَهُمُ نَفَرٌ
راقُوا بِمَساعٍ لَم تَرُقِ
How splendid they are: a company
distinguished by deeds beyond compare.
وَلَنحنُ القَومُ بِنا مُنِعَت
جَنَباتُ الوِردِ فَلَم تُذَقِ
We are the people through whom
the approaches to the watering place were barred and left untasted.
وَلَنا الأَبطالُ إِذا نَزَلُوا
اِشتَمَلُوا الماذِيَّ إِلى النُطُقِ
We have warriors who, when they descend to battle,
wrap themselves in chain mail down to their belts;
وَطِوالُ الصُمِّ مُقَقَّفَةٌ
وَخِفافُ القاطِعَةِ الذُلُقِ
long, hard spears with curved shafts,
and light weapons with sharp cutting tips;
وَجِيادُ الخَيلِ مُعاوِدَةٌ
وَبَناتُ الدَوِّ مَعَ العَنقِ
fine horses accustomed to the charge,
and desert-bred mounts racing at full speed.
تَذَرُ الأَوعالَ لَدى الأَجبا
لِ مِنَ الزَلزالِ عَلى فَرَقِ
They leave the mountain goats beside the hills
trembling in fear at the upheaval.
يا فارِسَنا المِقدامَ وَقَل
بُ الذِمرِ يَطِيرُ مِنَ الشَفَقِ
O our bold horseman, while the heart
of the stalwart warrior flies with dread,
وَالخَيلُ تَعضُّ شَكائِمَها
فَتَكادُ تَلِينُ مِنَ الخَفَقِ
the horses bite their bits
until they nearly soften from the pounding.
وَالنَقعُ يُبَرقِعُ أَوجُهَها
فَتَعُودُ مُبَدَّلَةَ الخُلُقِ
Dust veils their faces
and makes their very appearance seem changed.
حَسَدُوكَ لِأَنَّكَ رُقتَهُمُ
وَلِأَيِّ أُناسٍ لَم تَرُقِ
They envied you because you delighted them;
but what people have you failed to delight?
وَبَأَيِّ عُلىً وَبِأَيِّ نُهىً
وَبِأَيِّ سَخاءٍ لَم تَفُقِ
In what high rank, in what wisdom,
and in what generosity have you failed to excel?
كَرَماً كَالبَحرِ لِمُغتَرِفٍ
وَثَناً كَالمِسكِ لِمُنتَشِقِ
In generosity, you are like the sea to one who draws from it;
in praise, like musk to one who breathes it in.
فَسَلِمتَ فَكَم لَكَ مِن مِنَنٍ
طَوَّقتَ بِها أَبَداً عُنُقِي
May you remain safe! How many favors of yours
have forever bound my neck in gratitude.
وَإِلَيكَ مُحَبَّرَةً نُسِقَت
فَأَتَتكَ مُهَذَبَةَ النَسَقِ
To you comes a carefully composed poem,
arriving with its lines finely ordered.
غَرّاءَ تَتِيهُ بِبَهجَتِها
وَبِرائِعِ مَنظَرِها الأَنِقِ
Radiant, it takes pride in its beauty
and its striking, graceful appearance.
طَيَّبتُ بِذِكرِكَ مُهرَقَها
فَكَأَنَّ العَنبَرَ في اللِيَقِ
I perfumed its written page with mention of you,
as though ambergris were in the ink.
لاقَت بِعُلاكَ وَقِيلَ لَها
لِيقي بِسِواهُ فَلَم تَلِق
It suited your exalted station; when told
to suit another, it could not.
خُلِقَت لِمَسَرَّةِ مُصطَبِحٍ
غَرِقٍ بِنَداكَ وَمُغتَبِقِ
It was made to delight one who drinks in the morning,
soaked in your bounty, and one who drinks at evening.
تَبِعَ الشُعَراءُ بِها أَثَري
فَخَفِيتُ وَما عَرَفُوا طُرُقي
The poets followed my trail with it,
but I eluded them, and they did not know my paths.
Sol 6