قد أغتدِي قبل الصباح المسفِر
والليلُ في ديجوجه المعسكِرِ
Often I set out before the radiant dawn,
while night lay encamped in its deepest gloom,
وأنْجُم الجوزاء لم تغوِّر
كأنها تحت الرواق الأخضرِ
and Orion’s stars had not yet sunk from sight,
as though beneath the green canopy
تَسْبَح في باطِنيةٍ من عنبر
والأُفْق قد غرَّب فيه المشترِي
they swam within a lining of ambergris.
The horizon—Jupiter had already set within it,
كدرّة في أذْن أحوى أحور
وافترقت بيضُ النجوم السُّمَّرِ
like a pearl in the ear of a dark-hued, wide-eyed beauty;
and the white stars stood apart from the dusky ones,
كما زهت قِلادةٌ من جوهر
سبقتُ أوُلي فجرها المنوِّر
as a necklace of jewels gleams.
I outstripped the first gleam of its radiant dawn
بأكْلُبٍ مخرنطِمات ضُمَّر
مهروتة أشداقُها للحنجرِ
with lean, hollow-bellied hounds,
their jaws stretched open to their throats,
من كل مفتول الذراع قَسْرِ
ليس بمسبوقٍ ولا مقصّر
each sinewy of foreleg and powerfully built,
none outstripped by another, none falling short,
مستأسِد مؤيّد مظفّر
يلاحِظ الوحش بعين المثأرِ
lion-bold, mighty, dust-covered,
watching the game with an avenger’s eye,
كأنه من لونه المشهَّر
ملتحِف بحُلَّة من عَبْقَر
as though, in its conspicuous coloring,
it were wrapped in a robe from ʿAbqar.
لو مرَّ يخطو في الكثيب الأعفرِ
وهْو شديد العَدْو لم يؤثّر
If one crossed the pale dune at a stride,
swift though its running was, it would leave no trace.
يكاد من سرعته في العِثْيَر
يسبِق ألي زَوره بالمُؤْخِر
Such was its speed through the churned-up dust
that its hindquarters almost outstripped the forepart of its chest.
لو سار يجري سَنَةً لم يفتُر
فصاد عشرا في الفضاء المقفرِ
Were it to run for a year, it would never tire.
Thus it caught ten beasts in the barren waste;
لا يضع الناب بغير منخر
فأيّ جأْب عانةٍ لم يَجزُر
its fang fastened nowhere but a nostril.
What stout wild ass of a herd did it not bring down?
وأيّ ثور للمَهَا لم يَنْحَرِ
ضرَّجها من دمها المثعنجِرِ
What bull of the oryx did it not slaughter,
drenching it in its own gushing blood?
حبائل للوحش قَيدُ الجؤذر
أنا ابن من شُفِّع يوم المحشر
Snares for wild game, fetters for the gazelle fawn—
I am the son of him who will intercede on the Day of Gathering,
وابن الذي خُصَّ بنهر الكوثر
وابن المعالي والفخار الأشهر
and the son of him singled out for the River Kawthar;
the son of loftiest honors and most renowned glory,
مباركُ الفرعِ زكيّ العُنْصُر
سُدْنا الورى سيادة لم تنكَرِ
blessed in branch and pure in stock.
We ruled humankind with a sovereignty none denied,
ولم يزل فيها عذاب المُجْتَرِي
فسل بنا آيَ الكِتاب تُخْبَرِ
and within it the punishment of the insolent aggressor has never ceased.
Ask the verses of the Book about us, and you will be told.
Sol 5.6