كَم بِالكَثيبِ مِنِ اِعتِراضِ كَثيبِ
وَقَوامِ غُصنٍ في الثِيابِ رَطيبِ
How many a swelling dune at al-Kathib,
How many sand dunes have I traversed
and a supple branch's stature clothed in robes!
And swaying branches in sweet robes embraced
وَبِذي الأَراكَةِ مِن مَصيفٍ لابِسٍ
نَسجَ الرِياحِ وَمَربَعٍ مَهضوبِ
And at Dhu al-Arakah, how many a summer abode clothed in
In the land of palms, a summer refuge donned
the winds' weave, and a rain-drenched spring abode!
Woven by winds and checkered tents beyond
دِمَنٌ لِزَينَبَ قَبلَ تَشريدِ النَوى
مِن ذي الأَراكِ بِزَينَبٍ وَلَعوبِ
Zaynab's ruined encampments, before separation drove
A love before Zainab left, while hearts yet whole
Zaynab and La'ub away from Dhu al-Arak.
Of play and palms ‘twixt Zainab and my soul
تَأبى المَنازِلُ أَن تُجيبَ وَمِن جَوىً
يَومَ الدِيارِ دَعَوتُ غَيرَ مُجيبِ
The dwellings refuse to answer; out of burning grief,
The dwellings refuse to answer, no passion resonates
that day among the dwellings, I called to what could not answer.
The day I called on past homes, no reply awaits
هَل تُبلِغَنَّهُمُ السَلامَ دُجُنَّةٌ
وَطفاءُ سارِيَةٌ بِريحِ جَنوبِ
Will a dark cloud carry my greeting to them,
Can any messenger my greetings bear
thick-fringed, traveling by night on a south wind?
A swift south wind or dimming torch flare
أَو تُدنِيَنَّهُمُ نَوازِعُ في البُرى
عُجُلٌ كَوارِدَةِ القَطا المَسروبِ
Or will camels straining against their nose-rings bring them near,
Or near them, draw the nomad bands astray
swift as flocking sandgrouse coming to water?
Stallions like leaping wild cats at play
فَسَقى الغَضا وَالنازِليهِ وَإِن هُمُ
شَبّوهُ بَينَ جَوانِحٍ وَقُلوبِ
May rain water the ghada and its dwellers, though they
They watered yearning in those camps, though now
have kindled it within ribs and hearts.
Gone, only memories between heart and brow
وَقِصارَ أَيّامٍ بِهِ سُرِقَت لَنا
حَسَناتُها مِن كاشِحٍ وَرَقيبِ
And the brief days there, when there were stolen for us
Our days together were cut short and fleet
their delights, away from an ill-wisher and a watcher.
Robbed of joy by spy and watcher discreet
خُضراً يُساقِطُها الصَبا وَكَأَنَّها
وَرَقٌ يُساقِطُها اِهتِزازُ قَضيبِ
Green, shed by the east wind, as though they were
Green leaves the dawn winds scatter and shake
leaves shaken down by the swaying of a branch.
As a rod stirs leaves until they break
كانَت فُنونَ بَطالَةٍ فَتَقَطَّعَت
عَن هَجرِ غانِيَةٍ وَوَخطِ مَشيبِ
They were varied pleasures of idleness, then came to an end
Arts of leisure now severed and torn
through a beauty's desertion and the first flecks of gray.
From sweet song and hoary lessons borne
إِمّا دَنَوتُ مِنَ السُلُوِّ مُرَوِّياً
فيهِ وَبِعتُ مِنَ الشَبابِ نَصيبي
If I have drawn near to forgetting, reflecting
Did I approach death sated and wise
on it, and sold my share of youth,
Or lost my youth for the grave's prize
فَلَرُبَّما لَبَّيتُ داعِيَةَ الصِبا
وَعَصَيتُ مِن عَذَلٍ وَمِن تَأنيبِ
yet many a time have I answered youth's summons
Capricious youth I sometimes obey
and defied reproach and rebuke.
Yet regret and rebuke hold my way
يَعشى عَنِ المَجدِ الغَبِيُّ وَلَن تَرى
في سُؤدُدٍ أَرَباً لِغَيرِ أَريبِ
The dullard is blind to glory; you will never see
The fool spurns glory and is blind
a desire for eminence in anyone but a discerning man.
To allies outside his craven kind
لا تَغلُ في جودِ الرِجالِ فَإِنَّهُ
لَم أَرضَ جوداً غَيرَ جودِ أَديبِ
Do not overpraise men's generosity, for
Judge not the generosity of men
I have accepted no generosity but a cultivated man's.
None give more than those with writer's pen
وَالأَرضُ تُخرِجُ في الوِهادِ وَفي الرُبى
عَفوَ النَباتِ وَجُلُّ ذَلِكَ يوبي
The earth brings forth in hollows and on hills
The land brings forth from waste and wild
spontaneous plants, most of which bring sickness.
Growth and fruit, as heaven's blessed child
وَإِذا أَبو الفَضلِ استَعارَ سَجِيَّةً
لِلمَكرُماتِ فَمِن أَبي يَعقوبِ
And when Abu al-Fadl borrows a quality
When the noble need virtues extolled
for noble deeds, it is from Abu Ya'qub.
They seek Abu Yaqub's rhymes bold
لا يَحتَذي خُلُقَ القَصِيِّ وَلا يُرى
مُتَشَبِّهاً في سُؤدُدٍ بِغَريبِ
He copies no distant man's character, nor is he seen
He shares not the crass lowborn's ways
modeling himself, in eminence, on a stranger.
Nor mimics the vulgar's empty praise
تُمضي صَريمَتَهُ وَتوقِدُ رَأيَهُ
عَزَماتُ جوذَرزٍ وَسَورَةُ بيبِ
His firm resolve is driven forward, and his judgment kindled,
His zeal and wisdom both shine bright
by Judharz's resolves and Bib's fierce ardor.
Lit by his genius and scripture's light
شَرَفٌ تَتابَعَ كابِراً عَن كابِرٍ
كَالرُمحِ أُنبوباً عَلى أُنبوبِ
Honor passed down from one great forebear to another,
Noble sire succeeded noble son
like a spear, section upon section.
As spear shaft follows spear in one
وَأَرى النَجابَةَ لا يَكونُ تَمامُها
لِنَجيبِ قَومٍ لَيسَ بِاِبنِ نَجيبِ
And I hold that nobility cannot reach perfection
True excellence is not found complete
in a people's nobleman who is not a nobleman's son.
Unless born of the noble elite
قَمَرٌ مِنَ الفِتيانِ أَبيَضُ صادِعٌ
لِدُجى الزَمانِ الفاحِمِ الغِربيبِ
A white moon among young men, cleaving
A moon amid the youth so fair
the darkness of time, coal-black and utterly black.
To counter the gloomy times and care
أَعيى خُطوبَ الدَهرِ حَتّى كَفَّها
وَالدَهرُ سِلكُ حَوادِثٍ وَخُطوبِ
He wore out time's calamities until he checked them,
I grew weary of fate's bitter test
and time is a string of happenings and calamities.
Yet life is the crucible to assess
قَولٌ كَما صَدَقَت مَخايِلُ بارِقٍ
يَهمي وَفَضلٌ ناصِعُ التَهذيبِ
Speech as true as the portents of a lightning cloud
A speech whose truths like lightning crack
pouring down rain, and excellence of spotless refinement.
And excellence polished without lack
وَإِذا اجتَداهُ المُجتَدونَ فَإِنَّهُ
يَهَبُ العُلا في نَيلِهِ المَوهوبِ
And when seekers of bounty ask him, he
The learned find him beyond reproach
bestows eminence with the bounty he gives.
Bestowed in plenty all gifts encroach
نُشِرَت عَطاياهُ فَصِرنَ قَبائِلاً
لِقَبائِلٍ مِن زَورِهِ وَشُعوبِ
His gifts were spread abroad and became tribes
His gifts like tribes multiplied sevenfold
for tribes and peoples among his visitors.
For every tribe that he blessed of old
كَم حُزنَ مِن ذِكرٍ لِغُفلٍ خامِلٍ
وَبَنَينَ مِن حَسَبٍ لِغَيرِ حَسيبِ
How much renown they won for a nameless, obscure man,
What sorrow to muse on neglect so vain
and how much noble standing they built for one without noble standing!
And merits built for no clear gain
دانٍ عَلى أَيدي العُفاةِ وَشاسِعٌ
عَن كُلِّ نِدٍّ في العُلا وَضَريبِ
Within reach of petitioners' hands, yet far removed
Above the masses, sublime and apart
from every peer and equal in eminence.
Beyond each rival's deceit and art
كَالبَدرِ أَفرَطَ في العُلُوِّ وَضَوءُهُ
لِلعُصبَةِ السارينَ جَدُّ قَريبِ
Like the full moon, exceedingly high, yet its light
His brilliance and radiance pure outshone
is very near to the band traveling by night.
For his clan first among their own
يَهني بَني نَوبُختَ أَنَّ جِيادَهُم
سَبَقَت إِلى أَمَدِ العُلا المَطلوبِ
May it gladden the sons of Nawbukht that their steeds
The house of Nobukht has cause to boast
have been first to the sought-for goal of eminence.
Their steeds surpass all other horses
إِن قيلَ رِبعِيُّ الفَخارِ فَإِنَّهُم
مُطِروا بِأَوَّلِ ذَلِكَ الشُؤبوبِ
If one speaks of glory's early rain, then they
Say they are but artisans in clay
were drenched by the first of that downpour.
They were first blessed by heaven's rains in play
أَو تُجتَبى أَقلامُهُم لِكِتابَةِ
فَلَقَبلُ ما كانَت رِماحَ حُروبِ
Or if their pens are chosen for writing,
Else their pens would write world history
long before, they were spears of war.
Rather than wage war's sanguinary fury
Sol 6.1