نُبِّئتُ كَلباً تَمَنّى أَن تُسافِهَنا
وَرُبَّما سافَهونا ثُمَّ ما ظَفِروا
I am told that Kalb has wished to trade abuse with us;
many a time they have abused us, only to win no victory.
كَلَّفتُمونا أُناساً قاطِعي قَرَنٍ
مُستَلحَقينَ كَما يُستَلحَقُ اليَسَرُ
You set us against men who cut down my equal,
gathered in a ring as gamblers gather in their circle.
لَيسَت عَلَيهِم دِياتٌ يُؤخَذونَ بِها
وَلا يَكونُ لَهُم إيجابُ ما قَمَروا
No blood-money lies upon them for which they can be called to account,
nor does any binding claim accrue to them from what they win at play.
قَد أُنذِروا حَيَّةً في رَأسِ هَضبَتِهِ
وَقَد أَتَتهُم بِهِ الأَخبارُ وَالنُذُرُ
They had indeed been warned of a serpent atop its rocky height,
and reports and warnings of it had reached them.
باتوا نِياماً عَلى الأَنماطِ لَيلَتَهُم
وَلَيلُهُ ساهِرٌ فيها وَما شَعَروا
They spent their whole night asleep upon patterned carpets,
while their night kept vigil there, and they never knew.
هُناكَ قالوا أَنامَ الماءَ حَيَّتَهُ
وَما يَكادُ يَنامُ الحَيَّةُ الذَكَرُ
There they said, “The water has lulled its serpent to sleep”;
but the male serpent hardly ever sleeps.
وَكَذَّبوا رُسُلَ الأَكفاءِ وَاِنتَقَضَت
بِالقَومِ أَوزارُهُم في الأَمرِ فَاِنتَشَروا
They called the envoys of their peers liars, and came undone—
beneath the men, their burdens—in the crisis; then they scattered,
حَتّى اِستَبانوا جِيادَ الخَيلِ مُعلِمَةً
وَكَوكَبُ المَوتِ يَعشى دونَهُ البَصَرُ
until they clearly beheld the cavalry’s fine, battle-marked steeds,
and death’s blazing star, before which eyesight dims,
في عارِضٍ مِن كِلابٍ يُبرِقونَ إِذا
صابَ الأَعادِيَ مِنهُم وابِلٌ قُشِروا
amid a storm cloud of Kalb, its warriors flashing whenever
a downpour from them fell upon their foes, who were stripped bare,
حَتّى حَدَونا إِلى البَلقاءِ فَلَّهُمُ
وَالذُلُّ مُجحِرُ كَلبٍ حَيثُما اِنجَحَروا
until we drove them to al-Balqāʾ and broke their ranks.
Humiliation drives Kalb into its holes wherever they burrow for refuge.
يَمشونَ تَحتَ بُطونِ الخَيلِ تَصرَعُهُم
زُرقُ الأَسِنَّةِ وَالخَطِيَّةُ السُمُرُ
They pass beneath the horses’ bellies, felled by
blue-gray spearheads and dusky Khattian lances.
أَولى فَأَولى بَني ماوِيَّةَ اِنتَشرَت
مِنكُم قَريباً وَأَولى مِنكَ يا زُفَرُ
Woe, then woe, sons of Māwiya! They have spread
from you close by—and nearer than you, O Zufar.
ما ظَنُّهُم لَو لَقونا وَهيَ تَحمِلُنا
صَلادِمُ الخَيلِ لا فانٍ وَلا مُهُرُ
What would they think if they met us while the horses bore us—
massive, iron-hard chargers, neither spent nags nor colts?
Sol 5.6