رَبَّةَ الشِّعرِ عَن أَخِيلَ بنِ فِيلاَ
أنشِدِينَا وَاروي احتِدَاماً وَبيلا
Muse of poetry, sing of Achilles, Peleus’ son—
sing to us and recount a dire conflict,
ذَاكَ كَيدٌ عَمَّ الأَخَاءَ بَلاَهُ
فضكِرامُ النُّفُوسِ أَلفَت أُفُولاَ
that malicious design whose affliction engulfed the brotherhood,
and whose blaze of souls brought about their setting;
لأَذِيسٍ أُنفِذنَ مُنحَدِرَاتٍ
وَفَرَى الطَّيرُ وَالكِلاَبُ القُيُولا
down to Hades they were sent, descending,
while birds and dogs tore apart the slain.
تَمَّ مَا شَاءِ زَفسُ مِن يَومَ شَبَّت
فِتنَةٌ بِالشِّقَاقِ تُنذِرُ أُولى
What Zeus willed was fulfilled, from the day there flared
a strife that, through discord, heralded its first outbreak,
بَينَ أَترِيذَ سَيِّدَ القَومِ ثَارَت
بِصِلاَهَا وضالمُجتَبَى آخِيلا
between Atreides, lord of the host, when it erupted,
with the chosen Achilles caught in its blaze.
أَيُّ رَبٍّ قَضَى فَمَا غَيرُ فِي
بُوس وَزَفسٍ وَنَكَّلاَ تَنكِيلا
Which god ordained it? None other than Phoe—
—bus and Zeus, who punished them terribly.
فابنُ لاَطُونَةٍ بِأترِيذَ رَامَ ال
سوءَ مُذ سَامَهُ جَفَاءً ثَقِيلا
For Latona’s son aimed evil against Atreides,
after Atreides dealt him a grievous affront.
فَدَهَى جَيشَهُ بِشَرِّ وَبَاءٍ
فَغَدَت جُندُهُ تَخِرُّ فُلُولا
So he struck his army with a dreadful plague,
and his troops began to fall in shattered ranks,
مُذ أهَانَ المَلِيكُ كَاهِنَهُ الهِمَّ
خَرِيساً لَمَّا أَتَى الأُسطُولا
because the king dishonored his venerable priest,
Chryses, when he came to the fleet,
يَفتَدِي بنتَهُ بِغُرّ الهَدَايا
وَجَميعَ الإِغرِيقِ يَدعُو ذَلِيلا
seeking to ransom his daughter with precious gifts,
humbly imploring all the Greeks,
سِيَّما العَاهِلَين مِن وُلدِ أَترَا
وَلَقَد قَلَّ صَولجَاناً أَثِيلا
especially the two rulers, the sons of Atreus.
And he bore aloft a noble scepter,
عَسجَدِيًّا أَعلاَمُ ذِي النَّبلِ فيبُو
سَ عَلَيهِ بَدَت تَجُرُّ ذُيُولا
golden; the ribbons of Phoe—, lord of arrows,
—bus appeared upon it, trailing their ends.
قالَ فَرعَي أَترَا وَقَومَ أَخَايَا
من جُذِيتُم طُرًّا حِذَاءَ جميلا
He said, “O scions of Atreus and host of Achaea,
may all of you be rewarded with a fair recompense;
مَنَحتكُم آلُ الأُلمِبِ اعتِزَازاً
قَهرَ فِريَامَ ثُمَّ عَوداَ جَلِيلا
may the gods of Olympus grant you the glory
of conquering Priam, then a glorious homecoming.
فَبِفيبُوسَ فَرعِ زَفسَ المُعَلَّى
مَن سِهَامَ الرَّدَى يَهِيلُ هُمُولا
By Phoebus, offspring of Zeus Most High,
who pours down the arrows of death in torrents,
إِقبَلُوا فِديَتي وَرُدُّوا فَتَاتِي
فَجَميعُ الإِغريق ضَجُّوا قَبُولا
accept my ransom and return my daughter.”
All the Greeks cried out their assent:
آثَرُوا حِفظَ حُرمَةِ الشَّيخِ فيهم
وَارتَضَاءَ الفَكَك مِنهُ بَديلا
they chose to honor the old man’s sanctity among them
and to accept his ransom in exchange.
غَيرَ أَنَّ المَقَالَ سَاءَ أَغَا مَم
نُونَ اترَا فَرَدَّهُ مَخذُولا
But those words displeased Aga-mem—
—non, Atreides, so he sent him away rebuffed.
Sol 5.6