أكرِمْ بوجه الراكبِ المُعِنقِ
يخبرُنا أنَّا غداً نلتقى
How noble is the face of the hurrying rider!
Honor the face of the rider embracing his mount
He tells us that tomorrow we shall meet.
He tells us that tomorrow we will meet
حجابُ قلبي فُزْبهِ خلِعةً
فتحفةُ البشرَى على الشيِّقِ
My heart's covering—take it as a robe of honor;
The veil on my heart I cast off as a worn-out cloak
For the yearning lover owes a reward for glad tidings.
The glad tiding is a gift upon the ardent lover
تُراهُمُ زمُّوا بحملِ الصَّدَى
رسالةَ العانى إلى المطلَقِ
Did they, I wonder, harness the echo to carry
You see them carry the burden of longing
The captive's message to the one set free?
The message of the lovelorn to the free spirit
واستفهموا الطيف وقالوا له
تعلَم من عشَّاقِنا مَن بقِى
And did they question the dream-phantom and say to it:
And they questioned the phantom, asking it
“Do you know who among our lovers remains?”
"Do you know who of our lovers remains?"
أنا الذي ضمَّتْ غَداةَ النقا
حبائلُ الأسِر ولم أُعتقِ
I am the one enfolded, that morning at al-Naqa,
I am the one whom on the morn of parting
By the snares of captivity, and I have not been freed.
The bonds of captivity seized, and I was not freed
وكلَّما أثبتَ راميهمُ
أسهمَه قلتُ له فَوِّقِ
And whenever their archer lodged
And whenever his archers proved true in aim
His arrows, I told him, 'Nock another!'
I told them "Aim higher!" though pierced by their arrows
ما أحذقَ الطاهي الذي عندكم
أنضجَ بالنار ولم يُحرِق
How skillful is the cook you have!
How skilled is the cook you have
He cooked me through with fire, yet did not burn me.
He roasted with fire, yet did not burn
ليس أخمَى إلا بُسكَّانهِ
والشمسُ منها بهجةُ المَشرقِ
The abode [uncertain reading] is nothing without its dwellers;
There is no gloom but in its inhabitants
And the east's radiance comes from the sun.
The sun's radiance remains in the east
علىّ عَقْرُ البُدْن إن اصبحت
خيامُهم وهي رُبَى الأبرقِ
I vow the slaughter of sacrificial camels if, at dawn,
My chest bears the stab wounds if their tents
Their tents—those hillocks of al-Abraq—
Became, at daybreak, the dwellings of the shining white
مثل الأَداحىّ وبيضاتُها
تُحصنُ بالأبيضِ والأزرقِ
Are like ostrich nests, and their eggs
Like the eggs of the grouse hen
Are guarded by white swords and blue spearheads.
Sheltered in white and blue
يا ماتحَ الماءِ عدِمتَ الرِّوَى
من جَفْر هذا القَلبِ كم تستقىِ
O drawer of water, may your thirst never be quenched!
O eradicator of the water springs! You have destroyed the meadows
How much water do you draw from the well of this heart?
How much can this arid heart still yield?
من شيمة الماءِ انحدارٌ فلِمْ
ماءُ فؤادى أبدا يرتقِى
Water's nature is to flow downward—so why
It is the nature of water to flow downward, so why
Does the water of my heart forever rise?
Does the water of my heart never surge?
تحسبُ في أجفانيَ السُّحبَ أو
جودَ عميدِ الدولةِ المغدقِ
You would think my eyelids held clouds, or
You'd think in my eyes there were clouds, or
The bounty of Amid al-Dawla, the lavish giver.
The generosity of the mighty ruler who pours forth
Sol 6.1