أَدلَجتُ في مَهمَةٍ ما إِن أَرى أَحَداً
حَتّى إِذا حانَ تَعريسٌ لِمَن نَزَلا
I traveled by night through a trackless waste, seeing no one,
until it was time for a late-night rest for whoever had halted.
وَضَعتُ جَنبي وَقُلتُ اللَّهُ يَكلؤُني
مَهما تَنَم عَنكَ مِن عَينٍ فَما غَفَلا
I lay down on my side and said, "God watches over me."
Whatever eye may sleep and neglect you, He is never heedless.
وَالسَيفُ بَيني وَبَينَ الثَوبِ مَشعَرُهُ
أَخشى الحَوادِثَ إِنّي لَم أَكُن وَكَلا
My sword lay against my skin, between me and my garment;
I feared misfortunes; I was not one to rely on others.
ما نِمتُ إِلا قَليلاً نِمتُهُ شَئِزاً
حَتّى وَجدتُ عَلى جُثماني الثِقَلا
I slept only a little, and that sleep was uneasy,
until I felt a weight upon my body.
داهِيَةٌ مِن دَواهي اللَيلِ بَيَّتَني
مُجاهِراً يَبتَغي نَفسي وَما خَتَلا
A terror among night's terrors attacked me by night,
openly seeking my life, with no stealth.
أَهَوَيتُ نَفحاً لَهُ وَاللَّيلُ ساتِرُهُ
إِلا تَوحيتُهُ وَالجَرس فَاِنخَذَلا
I swung a slashing blow at him while the night concealed him,
save that I could hear him and his noise; then he fell back.
أَوقَدتُ ناري وَما أَدري إِذا لَبدٍ
يَغشى المُهَجهَجَ عضَّ السَّيف أَو رجلا
I lit my fire, not knowing whether a maned beast
coming at the shouter had felt my sword's bite, or a man.
لَمّا ثَنى اللَّهُ عَنّي شَرَّ عَدوَتِهِ
رَقَدتُ لا مُثبِتاً ذُعراً وَلا بَعِلا
When God turned the harm of his charge away from me,
I slept, neither immobilized by terror nor bewildered.
أَما تَرى الدارَ قَفراً لا أَنيسَ بِها
إِلا الوُحوشَ وَأَمسى أَهلُها اِحتَمَلا
Do you not see the dwelling desolate, with no companion there
except wild beasts, its people having departed by evening?
بَينَ المُنيفَةِ حَيثُ اِستَنَّ مدفَعُها
وَبَينَ فَردَةَ مِن وَحشِيِّها قيلا
Between al-Munifah, where its floodwaters rush,
and Fardah, some of its wild beasts rest at noon.
مَن يَشهَد الحَربَ يَصلاها وَيسعرُها
تَراهُ مِمّا كَسَتهُ شاحِباً وَجَلا
Whoever takes part in war burns in it and stokes its flames;
you see him pale and fearful from what it has clothed him in.
خُذها فَإِنَّ الضراب إِذا اِختَلَفَت
أَيدي الرِجالِ بِضَربٍ يَختَلي البَصَلا
Take this! For combat, when there is a clash
of men's hands, is waged with blows that shear through helmets.
Sol 6.1