الدارُ ناطِقَةٌ وَلَيسَت تَنطِقُ
بِدُثورِها أَنَّ الجَديدَ سَيُخلِقُ
The abandoned dwelling speaks, though it has no tongue,
proclaiming through its decay that even the new will wear away.
دِمَنٌ تَجَمَّعَتِ النَوى في رَبعِها
وَتَفَرَّقَت فيها السَحابُ الفُرَّقُ
Campsites where partings gathered within their bounds,
and there the clouds dispersed into scattered bands.
فَتَرَقرَقَت عَيني مَآقيها إِلى
أَن خِلتُ مُهجَتِيَ الَّتي تَتَرَقرَقُ
My eyes brimmed from their inner corners, until
I thought it was my very soul that flowed away.
يا سَهمُ كَيفَ يُفيقُ مِن سُكرِ الهَوى
حَرّانُ يُصبَحُ بِالفِراقِ وَيُغبَقُ
O Sahm, how can one sober from passion’s intoxication—
a thirst-tormented man, served separation as his morning and evening draught?
ما زالَ مُشتَمِلَ الفُؤادِ عَلى أَسىً
وَالبَينُ مُشتَمِلٌ عَلى مَن يَعشَقُ
The heart has never ceased enfolding sorrow,
while separation enfolds whoever loves.
حَكَمَت لِأَنفُسِها اللَيالي أَنَّها
أَبَداً تُفَرِّقُنا وَلا تَتَفَرَّقُ
The nights decreed for themselves that they
would part us forever, yet never part from one another.
عُمري لَقَد نَصَحَ الزَمانُ وَإِنَّهُ
لَمِنَ العَجائِبِ ناصِحٌ لا يُشفِقُ
By my life, Time has indeed offered counsel—and truly it is
a wonder: a counsellor who shows no mercy.
إِن تُلغَ مَوعِظَةُ الحَوادِثِ بَعدَما
وَضُحَت فَكَم مِن جَوهَرٍ لا يَنفِقُ
If you disregard the lesson of events after
it has become clear, how many a jewel goes unsold!
إِنَّ العَزاءَ وَإِن فَتىً حُرِمَ الغِنى
رِزقٌ جَزيلٌ لِلَّذي لَهُ يُرزَقُ
Indeed, I am consolation itself: though a young man be denied riches,
ample provision is allotted to the man for whom it is destined.
هِمَمُ الفَتى في الأَرضِ أَغصانُ الغِنى
غُرِسَت وَلَيسَت كُلَّ عامٍ تورِقُ
A young man’s ambitions upon the earth are branches of wealth,
planted, though they do not leaf every year.
يا عُتبَةَ بنَ أَبي عُصَيمٍ دَعوَةً
شَنعاءَ تَصدِمُ مِسمَعَيكَ فَتَصعَقُ
O ʿUtba ibn Abī ʿUṣaym, hear a curse,
so hideous it pounds your ears and splits them.
أَخَرِستَ إِذ عايَنتَني حَتّى إِذا
ما غِبتَ عَن بَصَري ظَلِلتَ تَشَدَّقُ
You fell silent when you saw me face to face, until, once
you vanished from my sight, you kept blustering.
وَكَذا اللَئيمُ يَقولُ إِن نَأَتِ النَوى
بِعَدُوِّهِ وَيَحولُ ساعَةَ يُصدَقُ
Thus does a base man speak when distance carries him away
from his foe and intervenes; then, for a while, he speaks boldly.
عَيرٌ رَأى أَسَدَ العَرينِ فَهالَهُ
حَتّى إِذا وَلّى تَوَلّى يَنهَقُ
A donkey saw the lion of the lair and was terrified,
but when the lion turned away, it began to bray.
أَو مِثلَ راعي السوءِ أَتلَفَ ضَأنَهُ
لَيلاً وَأَصبَحَ فَوقَ نَشزٍ يَنعَقُ
Or like a wicked shepherd whose sheep were lost
at night, then at dawn stood on a rise and cried out.
هَيهاتَ غالَكَ أَن تَنالَ مَآثِري
إِستٌ بِها سَعَةٌ وَباعٌ ضَيِّقُ
Far from it—may destruction overtake you before you attain my glorious deeds!
My arse is spacious, while your reach is short.
وَتَنَقُّلُُ مِن مَعشَرٍ في مَعشَرٍ
فَكَأَنَّ أُمَّكَ أَو أَباكَ الزِئبَقُ
Your roaming from one clan to another
makes it seem your mother or father was quicksilver.
أَإِلى بَني عَبدِ الكَريمِ تَشاوَسَت
عَيناكَ وَيلَكَ خِلفَ مَن تَتَفَوَّقُ
Was it toward the sons of ʿAbd al-Karīm that your eyes looked askance?
Woe to you—behind whose protection do you boast?
قَومٌ تَراهُم حينَ يَطرُقُ مَعشَرٌ
يَسمونَ لِلخَطبِ الجَليلِ فَيُطرِقُ
A people whom you see, when calamity visits a clan,
rise to meet the grave crisis—and it bows its head;
قَومٌ إِذا اِسوَدَّ الزَمانُ تَوَضَّحوا
فيهِ فَغودِرَ وَهوَ مِنهُم أَبلَقُ
a people who, when Time grows black, shine brightly
within it, leaving Time piebald because of them.
ما زالَ في جَرمِ بنِ عَمروٍ مِنهُمُ
مِفتاحُ بابٍ لِلنَدى لا يُغلَقُ
Among Jarm ibn ʿAmr there has always been one of them:
a key to bounty’s door, which never closes.
ما أُنشِئَت لِلمَكرُماتِ سَحابَةٌ
إِلّا وَمِن أَيديهِمُ تَتَدَفَّقُ
No cloud of noble deeds has ever arisen
without pouring forth from their hands.
أُنظُر فَحَيثُ تَرى السُيوفَ لَوامِعاً
أَبَداً فَفَوقَ رُؤوسِهِم تَتَأَلَّقُ
Behold: wherever you see swords flashing,
forever above their heads those swords glitter.
شوسٌ إِذا خَفَقَت عُقابُ لِوائِهِم
ظَلَّت قُلوبُ المَوتِ مِنهُم تَخفِقُ
Fierce warriors—when the eagle of their standard flaps,
the very hearts of Death flutter in fear of them.
بُلهٌ إِذا لَبِسوا الحَديدَ حَسِبتَهُم
لَم يَحسِبوا أَنَّ المَنِيَّةَ تُخلَقُ
Still more when they don iron: you would think them
men who never imagined that Death itself could wear away.
قُل ما بَدا لَكَ يا اِبنَ تُرنا فَالصَدا
بِمُهَذَّبِ العِقيانِ لا يَتَعَلَّقُ
Say whatever you please, O son of Tarnā: rust
does not cling to one who sends the eagles fleeing.
أَفَعِشتَ حَتّى عِبتَهُم قُل لي مَتى
فُرزِنتَ سُرعَةَ ما أَرى يا بَيدَقُ
Have you lived so long that you fault them? Tell me: when
were you promoted to queen so swiftly? What speed, O pawn!
جَدعاً لآِنِفِ طَيِّئٍ إِن فُتَّها
وَلَوَ اَنَّ روحَكُ بِالسِماكِ مُعَلَّقُ
May the nose of Ṭayyiʾ be shorn if you outstrip them,
even if your soul were suspended from the star Simāk.
إِنّي أَراكَ حَلِمتَ أَنَّكَ سالِمٌ
مِن بَطشِهِم ما كُلُّ رُؤيا تَصدُقُ
I see that you dreamed you were safe
from their assault—but not every dream comes true.
إِيّاكَ يَعني القائِلونَ بِقَولِهِم
إِنَّ الشَقِيَّ بِكُلِّ حَبلٍ يُخنَقُ
It is you whom speakers mean when they say,
“Surely the wretched man is strangled by every rope.”
سِر أَينَ شِئتَ مِنَ البِلادِ فَإِنَّ لي
سوراً عَلَيكَ مِنَ الرِجالِ يُخَندَقُ
Travel wherever in the lands you please, for I have
a wall of men against you, digging its trenches;
وَقَبيلَةً يَدَعُ المُتَوَّجُ خَوفَهُم
فَكَأَنَّما الدُنيا عَلَيهِ مُطبِقُ
and tribes whom the crowned ruler leaves alone for fear of them,
as though the whole world had closed in upon him;
وَقَصائِداً تَسري إِلَيكَ كَأَنَّها
أَحلامُ رُعبٍ أَو خُطوبٌ طُرَّقُ
and poems that journey by night to you as though they were
nightmares of terror or calamities striking after dark—
مِن مُنهِضاتِكَ مُقعِداتِكَ خائِفاً
مُستَوهِلاً حَتّى كَأَنَّكَ تُطلِقُ
among them, poems that make you leap up or sit down in fear,
aghast, until you seem seized by labor pangs—
مِن شاعِرٍ وَقَفَ الكَلامُ بِبابِهِ
وَاِكتَنَّ في كَنَفَي ذُراهُ المَنطِقُ
from a poet at whose gate all speech has come to a halt,
and in whose shelter eloquence’s summit has taken refuge.
قَد ثَقَّفَت مِنهُ الشَآمُ وَسَهَّلَت
مِنهُ الحِجازُ وَرَقَّقَتهُ المَشرِقُ
Through him Syria was schooled, and the Hijaz made tractable;
through him was the Hijaz subdued, while the East refined him.
Sol 5.6