أتنساها على خَيْفِ
مِنىً تَهوِى أبابيلا
Do you forget them at the Khayf
Do you forget her on the hillside,
of Mina, descending in scattered bands,
While she yearns for me, Abayla?
وقد ألبسها الوخدُ
مِن المَرْو خلاخيلا
while their swift gait has clothed them
Slumber has clothed her in kohl
in anklets of flint?
Of bitterness and sorrows.
رُبىً فيها ترى الحام
ل قد شابَهَ محمولا
Hills where you see the bearer
You see the love-crazed camel there
come to resemble the one borne:
Turned hoary, made weary by love,
فذا بالنُّسك منحورا
وذا بالحبّ مقتولا
so this one is slaughtered in ritual sacrifice,
Renouncing passion to live devout
and that one slain by love.
Or passion's victim, slain thereof.
أتدرِى أيّها أَسر
عُ للأرواح ترحيلا
Do you know which of them is swifter
Do you know, O secret-keeper mine,
at sending souls away?
When souls take leave for good or ill?
هل البِيضَ المباتيرَ
أم البيضَ العَطابيلا
Is it the white, keen-cutting swords,
Are eggs that hatch to cockerels
or the fair, shapely, long-necked women?
Or eggs that birth ostriches still?
وليس الخدُّ مصقولا
بدون السيف مصقولا
And the polished cheek is not
No naked blade's as smooth as one
inferior to the polished sword.
Sheathed in its scabbard fine.
أمَن يقطعُ في غِمدٍ
كمن يقطع مسلولا
Is one who cuts within a sheath
Who cuts not sheathed harms more
like one who cuts unsheathed?
Than who cuts with steel bare.
ألا يا زاجرَ السان
ح ما أحسنتَ تأويلا
Ah, O augur of the creature passing on the right,
Hush! Cease these words, lest you provoke
you have not interpreted it well.
A soul's undoing, and dire regrets.
جرَى اليمنّى وما صادف
تَ حبلَ الوصل موصولا
It ran on the right, yet you did not find
The right hand errs though it intends
the cord of union unbroken.
To grasp affinities unseen as yet.
أرَى الخِدرَ لما يصن
عُ بى سُكَّانُهُ غِيلا
I deem the curtained chamber, for what
Beholding a campsite abandoned
its dwellers do to me, a thicket.
By its dwellers, my heart was dismayed
Sol 6.1