تظنُّ فراقا أن تثارَ حُمولُ
وهل مثلُ إعراض الوجوهِ دليلُ
You think it parting when the laden camels are roused.
You think separation stirs up affection,
And is there any sign like faces turned away?
Yet aloofness of faces is no proof.
وإن الصدودَ والتجنِّى وإن دنت
ديارهُمُ وخدٌ لهم وذميلُ
Indeed, shunning and wrongful blame, though close
Though they shun me and turn away,
Their homes may be, are their brisk stride and gentle trot away.
Their abodes, cheeks and embraces still allure.
وكان شفاءً لي لو أن طُلولَهم
خُلقنَ ركابا والركابَ طلولُ
It would have healed me if the ruins of their camps
I wish their camels were created docile,
Had been made riding camels, and the riding camels ruins.
And the litters submissive to their will.
كأنَّ الحمامَ الوُرقَ حاد غصونه
ليُدركَهم والبانُ كيف يزولُ
As though the ash-gray doves were camel-drivers for the tree's boughs,
As though the doves had stretched their boughs,
To catch up with them—but how can the ben-tree move?
To reach them while the cups pass round.
ألا إنهم كالخمر أحسنُ صنعِها
إلى شاربيها أن تزولَ عقولُ
Lo, they are like wine: its finest kindness
They are like wine - the more matured,
To its drinkers is that their wits depart.
The more it clouds the drinkers' minds.
تروّون يا آل المُهيّأ سَرحكم
وبابن أبيكم في الفؤادِ غليلُ
You water your herds, O family of al-Muhayyaʾ,
Quench your thirst, O people of happy fate,
While your father's son has burning thirst within his heart.
While anguish for your father's son is my bane.
ومالي إلى ماء السحائب حاجةٌ
ولكنْ يبينُ جائدٌ وبخيلُ
And I have no need of the clouds' water,
To rain clouds why should I look for water,
But the generous giver and the miser are revealed.
When a neighbor cuts me short and proves inhospitable?
أيوعدني الأقوام أن ودَّت المُنَى
بأنّا لبعض الفاركاتِ بُعولُ
Do the people threaten me because my hopes wished
Do people promise me beloved ones will return
That we be husbands to some women who loathe their husbands?
When we have naught left but dreams of reunion?
يقولون كرُّ الطَّرف في السِّرب غارةٌ
عليه وأطماع النفوس ذُحولُ
They say a glance turned back upon the herd is a raid
They say, "An eye's aversion in a flock is a raid
Upon it, and the souls' longings are blood-feuds.
On it, when desires of souls are rapacious wolves."
فلا تنذروا سفكَ الدماء لنرعوى
فكلُّ صريعٍ باغرام قتيلُ
So do not threaten bloodshed to make us desist:
So do not threaten shedding blood to pasture us,
For everyone felled by passion is slain.
For every fallen man dies craving his darling.
أبى القلبُ إلا حبَّها عامريَةً
بها السيف واشٍ والسنان عذولُ
The heart insists on loving her, a woman of ʿĀmir,
My heart refused but to love her haunts,
For whom the sword is a tale-bearer and the spearhead a reprover.
Where swords were unsheathed and spears made bare.
أخافَ الغيورُ السُّبلَ بينى وبينها
فما إن لنا إلا الخيال رسولُ
The jealous man has made the paths between me and her perilous;
The jealous one obstructed the paths between us,
So we have no messenger but the dream-phantom.
So naught remains for us but phantoms as messengers.
فياليت أن النجمَ ضلَّ طريقَه
وعُمْر الدُّجَى في الخافقيْن طويلُ
Oh, if only the star lost its way,
Would that a star had lost its way,
And darkness lived long across both horizons,
And the duration of gloom were prolonged twixt horizons,
كما طالَ ليلُ الحِبر عندى ومالَه
إلى الضوء من صبح البياض سبيلُ
As the night of ink has lengthened with me, having no
As my night of desolation stretched,
Path to the light from the dawn of whiteness.
And the dawn found no way to penetrate its darkness,
وظلَّت أنابيبُ اليراع طريحةً
كما يتلوَّى في الفراش عليلُ
And the reed-pen shafts lie cast aside,
While the Pleiades lay scattered about,
Like a sick man writhing in bed.
Coiled up like a sick man writhing in bed.
تشَهىَّ على كفّى ولو سلخَ أرقمٍ
تبَختَرُ في أعطافه وتجولُ
They crave, upon my palm, even a speckled snake's slough,
Craving to stroke her hand, were it stripped of its skin,
To strut and roam within its folds.
And cleave to her arms as she walked.
فمن لي بخزَّانٍ لديه صنيعةٌ
يجودُ بما جادت به فينيلُ
Who can find me a treasurer with a benefaction in hand,
Who will grant me a treasurer with the skill
Who will give of what it has given, and bestow it?
To give as she gave and make me writhe?
وما أنا باغٍ غيرَ تِسعينَ رَيْطة
تَكافأَ عَرضٌ عندهنَّ وطولُ
And I seek nothing but ninety fine sheets,
I do not seek but a string of ninety courtesans,
Whose breadth and length are equal.
Equal in stature and in height when standing.
نواعمَ قد أفِرغن في قالَب المُنَى
فكلٌّ لكلٍّ في القَوام عديلُ
Smooth ones, already cast in the mold of wishes,
Damsels created in the mold of love,
Each equal to every other in form.
Each to each a counterpart in figure and tallness.
صحائف لو شئنا لقلنا صفائحٌ
فما منهما إلا أغرُّ صقيلُ
Writing sheets—if we wished, we could call them sword-blades;
Scrolls - if we wished we would say steel blades -
For neither is anything but gleaming and polished.
That flash when drawn from their embellished scabbards.
إذا صافَحتْهنَّ النواظرُ عاقها
شُعاعٌ يردُّ الطَّرفَ وهو كليلُ
When eyes shake hands with them, they are checked
When their glances fall on you, a dazzling light
By a radiance that turns the gaze back, dulled.
Repels the eyes though weakened by its beam.
وإن زَغزغَتهنَّ البنانُ تضاحكتْ
قَهاقِهُ في ترجيعهنَّ صَليلُ
And if fingertips tickle them, they laugh aloud:
If their teeth flash laughter, there rings out
Peals of laughter, with a clink in their echoes.
A melody in the rapture of their play.
على مثلها يُلقىِ الغَيورُ رداءَه
ويُغلىِ علينا مهرَها فيُطيلُ
Upon one like her the jealous man casts his cloak,
Before the like the jealous flings off his gown,
And makes her bride-price costly for us, prolonging matters.
And raises her bride-price, dragging out payment.
ولكن إلى رُّخو المفاضل في الندى
خطبنا فقد جُرَّت لهنَّ ذيولُ
But to one loose-jointed in generosity
But we proposed to pliant charmers in wooing,
We have made our suit; already trains have been drawn behind them.
And lengthy trains trailed behind them.
وأفورُ قِدح قِدحُ خِلٍّ رِشاؤه
بحاجاتِنا في الأبعدين كفيلُ
And the most rewarding lot-arrow is a friend's, whose bucket-rope
I quaff deep draughts from a goblet of fermented juice,
Guarantees our needs among those farthest away.
Meeting our needs among the farthest tribes.
Sol 6.1