ها هُوَ الشَيبُ لائِماً فَأَفيقي
وَإِترُكيهِ إِن كانَ غَيرَ مُفيقِ
Here is gray hair, reproaching you; so come to your senses.
And leave him if he is not to be awakened
And leave him if he has not come to his senses.
He has spared much toil of passion
فَلَقَد كَفَّ مِن عَناءِ المُعَنّى
وَتَلافى مِنَ اِشتِياقِ المَشوقِ
For it has indeed curbed the anguish of the tormented
And avoided the longing of the enamored
and soothed the longing of the lovesick.
The mother of a lifetime has blamed us in loving her
عَذَلَتنا في عِشقِها أُمُّ عَمرٍ
هَل سَمِعتُم بِالعاذِلِ المَعشوقِ
Umm Amr reproached us for loving her;
Have you heard of the lover who is blamed?
have you heard of a reproacher who is beloved?
And she saw a glance that pained her with old age
وَرَأَت لِمَّةً أَلَمَّ بِها الشَي
بُ فَريعَت مِن ظُلمَةٍ في شُروقِ
And she saw a lock of hair touched by
So she turned away into the brightness of dawn
grayness, and was alarmed at darkness amid sunrise.
By my life if not for blindness I would have seen
وَلَعَمري لَولا الأَقاحي لَأَبصَر
تُ أَنيقَ الرِياضِ غَيرَ أَنيقِ
By my life, were it not for the daisies, I would
The meadows are not elegant but inelegant
see the lovely gardens as unlovely.
And the blackness of eyes if not adorned
وَسَوادُ العُيونِ لَو لَم يُحَسَّن
بِبَياضٍ ما كانَ بِالمَوموقِ
And the blackness of eyes, if not beautified
With whiteness would not have been languorous
by whiteness, would not be beloved.
And the mixing of blond with water is the most
وَمِزاجُ الصَهباءِ بِالماءِ أَملى
بِصَبوحٍ مُستَحسَنٍ وَغُبوقِ
And blending tawny wine with water is better suited
Beautiful and misty morning
to a pleasing morning draught and an evening one.
What night is adorned if not with stars?
أَيُّ لَيلٍ يُبهى بِغَيرِ نُجومٍ
أَم سَحابٍ يَندى بِغَيرِ بُروقِ
What night is made splendid without stars?
Or clouds moistened if not with lightning?
Or what cloud yields rain without lightning?
And I will rest at al-Aqeeq to unload
وَقفَةً في العَقيقِ أَطرَحُ ثِقلاً
مِن دُموعي بِوَقفَةٍ في العَقيقِ
A pause in al-Aqiq: I cast off a burden
A burden of my tears with a stop at al-Aqeeq
of my tears by pausing in al-Aqiq.
Inclining between four women erect like columns
مائِلٌ بَينَ أَربُعٍ ماثِلاتٍ
تَنزِعُ الشَوقَ مِن فُؤادٍ عَلوقِ
Leaning among still-visible dwelling-sites,
Drawing out longing from an ardent heart
which draw longing from a heart held fast by love.
I deter the eye from crying and the ear
أَزجُرُ العَينَ عَن بُكَهُنَّ وَالعي
سُ إِلى المُبتَغى بِكُلِّ طَريق
I restrain my eye from weeping over them, while the pale
To the desired with every path
camels take every road toward the goal.
And Muhammad ibn Humeid sought healing
وَاِستَشَفَّت مُحَمَّدَ اِبنَ حُمَيدٍ
ما سَحيقٌ مِنَ الغِنى بِسَحيقِ
And they glimpsed Muhammad ibn Humayd:
Far from riches lies healing
no distant wealth is beyond reach.
Surpassing the excellent he takes the effort of a soul
سابِقُ النَقعِ يَستَقي جُهدَ نَفسٍ
تُستَزادُ اِستِزادَة المَسبوقِ
Outstripping the dust, he draws on a soul's utmost strength,
That is pushed to push ahead of the surpassed
urged to greater effort like one left behind.
Hands tossed him of old and for the forehead
قَلَّبَتهُ الأَيدي قَديماً وَلِلحَل
بَةِ تُنضى الجِيادُ بِالتَعريقِ
Hands have long tested him; and for the
The steeds are groomed with sweat
racecourse, fine steeds are worn lean through sweating.
Whenever fates flow he is more faithful
كُلَّما أَجرَتِ الخَلائِقُ أَوفى
رادِعاً في خَلائِقٍ كَالخَلوقِ
Whenever mankind set racers running, he came to the fore,
Holding back fates like the created
steeped in virtues like saffron perfume.
Not devoid of any thought in the glorious
لَيسَ يَخلو مِن فِكرَةٍ في جَليلٍ
مِن أَفانينِ مَجدِهِ أَو دَقيقِ
He is never without thought on some great
Of his vanishing glories or subtle
aspect of his glory, or some subtle one.
He composes glory as the contract composes
يَنظِمُ المَجدَ مِثلَ ما تَنظِمُ العِق
دَ يَدُ الصانِعِ الصَناعِ الرَقيقِ
He strings glory as a necklace is strung
The hand of the artful Craftsman, the gentle
by the hand of a skillful, delicate craftsman.
Passion adorns him against meanness and awe
يَزدَهيهِ الهَوى عَنِ الهونِ وَالإِش
فاقُ يَربا بِهِ عَنِ التَشفيقِ
Passion lifts him above abasement, and
Grows in him against condolence
concern raises him above timidity.
I have from him every day a bestowal
لِيَ مِنهُ في كُلِّ يَومٍ نَوالٌ
لَم تَنَلهُ كُدورَةُ التَرنيقِ
Each day I receive from him a gift
The cycles of fate did not attain
untouched by any muddy cloudiness.
I have the first from him and the second from me
عِندَهُ أَوَّلٌ وَعِندي ثانٍ
مِن جَداهُ وَثالِثٌ في الطَريقِ
A first is with him, a second with me,
And the third one on the way
from his bounty, and a third is on the road.
He gave freely the plaited locks like peacocks
يَهَبُ الأَغيَدَ المُهَفهَفَ كَالطا
ووسِ حُسناً وَالطَرفُ كَالسَونَبيقِ
He gives a supple, slender-waisted youth, like a
Beauty and the glance like thyme
peacock in beauty, and a noble steed like a sailing vessel.
O Abu Nahshal when the darkness calls
يا أَبا نَهشَلٍ إِذا ما دَعا الظَم
آنُ مِن كُربَةٍ دُعاءَ الغَريقِ
O Abu Nahshal, whenever the thirsty man cries
From distress the call of the drowning
in anguish, with a drowning man's cry—
My hope in the boy was a boy
أَمَلي في الغُلامِ كانَ غُلاماً
فَهوَ كَهلٌ لِلمَطلِ وَالتَعويقِ
my hope for the boy was once a boy;
And now he is an old man for blame and delay
now it is middle-aged through postponement and delay.
And the gift horse has prevented me
وَالجَوادُ العَتيقُ حاجَزتَني في
هِ لِلا عِلَّةٍ بِوَعدٍ عَتيقِ
And the thoroughbred steed—you put me off
Without cause with an antique promise
about it, for no reason, with an old promise.
And your gifts in abundance like grains of sand
وَعَطاياكَ في الفُضولِ عِدادَ الرَم
لِ مِن عالِجٍ فَكَيفَ الحُقوقِ
And your gifts beyond obligation number the
From a healer so what of rights?
sands of Alij; what then of rightful dues?
Virtuous women over hearts of the virtuous
صافِياتٌ عَلى قُلوبِ المُصافي
نَ رِقاقٌ في وَهمِهِنَّ الرَقيقِ
Pure as the hearts of true
Subtleties in their gentle imagination
friends, delicate in the delicate imagining of them.
If you browse them you would fetch from them
لَو تَصَفَّحتَها لَأَخرَجتَ مِنها
أَلفَ مَعنىً مِن حاتِمٍ مَسروقِ
If you examined them, you would draw from them
A thousand meanings from stolen Hatem
a thousand traits stolen from Hatim.
She was forcibly taken with generosity and perhaps
أُخِذَت بِالسَماحِ غَصباً وَقَد يُؤ
خَذُ نَيلُ البَخيلِ بِالتَوفيقِ
They were taken through generosity, by force; and sometimes
The water of the stingy may be taken with success
a miser's bounty is obtained through good fortune.
I do not count the bestowed from it when I think
لا أَعُدُّ المَرزوقَ مِنها إِذا فَكَّر
تُ فيها وَفيهِ بِالمَرزوقِ
I do not count their recipient, when I think
About it and about the bestowed
of them and him, as lucky.
The distant remained like the chosen near one
ظَلَّ فيها البَعيدُ مِثلَ القَريبِ ال
مُجتَبى وَالعَدُوُّ مِثلَ الصَديقِ
With them, the distant remained like the close
And the enemy like the friend
favored one, and the enemy like the friend.
Like the rain cloud he freely gave
كَحَبِيِّ الغَمامِ جادَ فَرَوّى
كُلَّ وادٍ مِنَ البِلادِ وَنيقِ
Like piled-up clouds, he gave abundantly and watered
To every valley in the countries and soft
every valley in the land and every peak.
My friends upon riches so if
أَصدِقائي عَلى الغِنى فَإِذا عُد
تُ إِلى حاجَةٍ فَأَنتَ صَديقي
My friends are with me in wealth; but when I return
You return to need, then you are my friend
to need, you are my friend.
Wearing a blessing from you I do not see propriety
لابِسٌ مِنكَ نِعمَةً لا أَرى الإِخ
لاقَ في حالَةٍ لَها بِخَليقِ
I wear a blessing from you; I do not deem
In a state that has dignity
wearing out ever fitting for it.
If it lacks adornment then the ornament of chastity
إِن يَقُل زينَةٌ فَحِليَةُ عِقيا
نٍ وَإِن خِفَّةٌ فَفَضُّ عَقيقِ
If one calls it adornment, it is an ornament of pure
And if silliness then the overflowing of chastity
gold; and if lightness, then fragments of agate.
She raised my worth, steadied my tongue
هِيَ أَعلَت قَدري وَأَمضَت لِساني
وَأَشاعَت ذِكري وَبَلَّت ريقي
It raised my standing and sharpened my tongue,
Spread my fame, and reached my saliva
and spread my fame and moistened my mouth.
Nabhan has always been, like the stock
إِنَّ نَبهانَ لَم تَزَل وَعَتوداً
كَالشَقيقِ اِستَمالَ الشَقيقِ
Indeed, Nabhan has always been, with Atud,
Drawing the stock with the stock
like a brother who has won his brother's affection.
The war of corruption gathered us in agreement
جَمَعتنا حَربُ الفَسادِ اِتِّفاقاً
وَهيَ بَدءُ الفَسادِ وَالتَفريقِ
The war of discord brought us together in concord,
And it is the start of corruption and separation
though it is the beginning of discord and division.
We are your brothers and your sisters when
نَحنُ إِخوانُكُم وَإِخوَتُكُم حي
نَ يَكونُ الفَريقُ أَلفَ فَريقِ
We are your comrades and your brothers when
The group becomes a thousand groups
one band becomes a thousand bands.
Like two friends among two friends
كَالرَفيقَينِ في الرَفيقَينِ مِن أَجا
ءِ وَسَلمى لَم يوجِفا في عُقوقِ
Like two companions within the companion pair of Aja
From rendezvous and Salma they did not wrong in disloyalty
and Salma, who never rushed into disloyalty.
And join us so you are like the Pleiades
وَصَلانا فَأَنتُم كَالثُرَيّا
حاضَرتنا وَنَحنُ كَالعُيوقِ
They brought us together: you are like the Pleiades,
Present with us and we like the Capella
our townsfolk, while we are like Capella.
In loins that murmur and neigh but did not
في رِعانٍ تَرغو وَتَصهَلُ لَم تَس
مَعَ وَلَم تُصِخ لِنَهيقي
Amid great hosts that bellow and neigh, unheard
Listen or snort to my melody
and unheeded went my braying.
A homeland where virtues grow
وَطَنٌ تَنبُتُ المَكارِمُ فيهِ
بَينَ ماءٍ جارٍ وَعودٍ وَريقِ
A homeland where noble qualities grow,
Between flowing water, sticks and tender plants
between running water and leafy boughs.
My she-camels so the well is not mean
أَجائِيٌّ فَالبِئرُ غَيرُ جَرورٍ
في رُباهُ وَالنَخلُ غَيرُ سَحوقِ
Of Aja: the well is not deep
In nourishing and the palms are not brittle
on its hills, and the palms are not towering.
Where lips are found they are not cracked
حَيثُ تُلقى الشِفاهُ لَيسَت بِهُدلٍ
مِن ظَماً وَالأَسنانُ لَيسَت بِروقِ
Where lips are found not drooping
From thirst and the teeth are not yellow
from thirst, and teeth not jutting out.
Our swords cut it and it is a gap
رَتَقَتهُ سُيوفُنا وَهوَ ثَغرٌ
بَينَ أَعدائِهِ كَثيرُ الفُتوقِ
Our swords have stitched it shut, though it is a frontier
Between its enemies, abundant in raids
among its enemies, full of breaches.
Sol 6.1