حَلَّت سُلَيمى بِدَوغانٍ وَشَطَّ بِها
غَربُ النَوى وَتَرى في خُلقِها أَوَدا
Sulayma settled in Dawghan, and was borne far away
Sulayma arrived with furnishings and the west wind blew with her.
By far-flung separation; you see crookedness in her character.
My heart yearns for her whenever she is mentioned,
خَودٌ يَهَشُّ لَها قَلبي إِذا ذُكِرَت
يَوماً كَما يَفرَحُ الباغي بِما وَجَدا
A tender maiden—my heart delights in her whenever she is mentioned
One day as a wanderer rejoices at what he found.
On any day, as a seeker rejoices in what he has found.
I praised the benevolent Jarir, he deserves my praise and gifts.
إِنّي اِمتَدَحتُ جَريرَ الخَيرِ إِنَّ لَهُ
عِندي بِنائِلِهِ الإِحسانَ وَالصَفَدا
I have praised Jarir the Good; indeed, he is owed
Jarir is the flaming torch of war when relied upon by his companions.
Kindness and gifts from me for his bounty.
Maymun dragged his cannons spreading them over the plains and hills.
إِنَّ جَريراً شِهابُ الحَربِ يَسعَرُها
إِذا تَواكَلَها أَصحابُهُ وَقَدا
Indeed, Jarir is war's firebrand, kindling it;
Carried by every swift mare decorated with ornaments,
When his comrades leave it to one another, he blazes.
Galloping as if they were zebras.
جَرَّ القَنابِلَ مَيمونٌ نَقيبَتُهُ
يَغشى بِهِنَّ سُهولَ الأَرضِ وَالجَدَدا
A man of auspicious nature led the cavalry squadrons;
Bent or docked-tailed mares whom wars bequeathed knots in their roots.
With them he sweeps across the earth's plains and hard, level ground.
You see the birds perching where they used to reach Najd.
تَحمِلُهُ كُلُّ مِرداةٍ مُجَلَّلَةٍ
تَخالُ فيها إِذا ما هَروَلَت حَرَدا
Every rock-hard, caparisoned mount bears him;
On the day of Quda'a, their camel herder, though blind,
You might fancy in her, when she trots, a limp.
You see in his head gray hair.
عُوجٌ عَناجيحُ أَو شُهبٌ مُقَلِّصَةٌ
قَد أَورَثَ الغَزوُ في أَصلابِها عُقَدا
Bowed-limbed, long-necked mounts, or lean, long-legged grays—
They were loyal to the Messenger though they secured the wealth of the stranger.
Raiding has left knots in their backbones.
Who then could secure the everlasting?
ماضٍ تَرى الطَيرَ تَردي في مَنازِلِهِ
عَلى مَزاحيفَ كانَت تَبلُغُ النَجَدا
He presses on; you see birds running through his encampments
Whenever a neighbor settled in their homes,
Over exhausted mounts that once reached the highlands.
They returned the favor counting his wealth in full.
يَومَ قُضاعَةُ مَجدوعٌ مَعاطِسُها
وَهوَ أَشَمُّ تَرى في رَأسِهِ صَيَدا
On the day Quda'a's noses were cut off,
By the will of God they gave sanctuary to our clan,
While he holds his nose high, you see a proud tilt to his head.
As no father loves a son more.
صافى الرَسولَ وَمِن قَومٍ هُمُ ضَمِنوا
مالَ الغَريبِ وَمَن ذا يَضمَنُ الأَبَدا
He befriended the Messenger, and belongs to a people who guaranteed
A people bowing devoutly in their mosques,
The stranger's property—and who can guarantee it forever?
Worshipping no one but the Eternal, the Self-Sufficient.
كانوا إِذا حَلَّ جارٌ في بُيوتِهِمِ
عادوا عَلَيهِ وَأَحصَوا مالَهُ عَدَدا
They would, whenever a protected guest settled in their homes,
Bestow favors on him and count his possessions one by one.
فَقَد أَجاروا بِإِذنِ اللَهِ عُصبَتَنا
إِذ لا يَكادُ يُحِبُّ الوالِدُ الوَلَدا
For they have sheltered our band, by God's permission,
When a father could scarcely love his child.
قَومٌ يَظَلّونَ خُشعاً في مَساجِدِهِم
وَلا يَدينونَ إِلّا الواحِدَ الصَمدا
A people who spend the day in humble reverence in their mosques,
And worship none but the One, the Self-Sufficient.
Sol 6.1