هَلِ الرَبعُ قَد أَمسَت خَلاءً مَنازِلُه
يُجيبُ صَداهُ أَو يُخَبِّرُ سائِلُه
Does the encampment, whose dwellings now lie empty,
Has the abode become desolate, with no one to answer its echo or inform its questioner?
answer through its echo, or give its questioner news?
Has a lover become weakened with sadness, wiping away a falling tear?
وَهَل مُغرَمٌ قَد ضَعَّفَ الحُزنَ وَجدَهُ
يُكَفكِفُ دَمعاً قَد تَحَدَّرَ هامِلُه
And can a lovesick man, whose yearning has doubled his grief,
Help me against an eye whose tears are scarce, though they disobey,
stem the tears that have streamed down in torrents?
And against a heart with many sorrows and troubles.
أَعِنّي عَلى عَينٍ قَليلٍ هُجودُها
عَصَت وَعَلى قَلبٍ كَثيرٍ بَلابِلُه
Help me against an eye whose sleep is scant,
It recoils and stays away from those whose nearness we love,
that has rebelled, and against a heart whose torments are many.
And cuts us off from someone whose separation we bemoan.
يَشُطُّ فَيَنأى مَن نُحِبُّ اِقتِرابَهُ
وَيَقطَعُنا مِن هَجرِهِ مَن نُواصِلُه
He whose nearness we cherish withdraws and grows distant,
Victory has been achieved, though it is the foremost of rights,
and he with whom we keep ties cuts us off through his desertion.
By the armies of Abul Jaysh, the separator of intimates.
لَقَد نُصِرَت وَالنَصرُ أَولى حُقوقِها
جُيوشُ أَبي الجَيشِ الحِدادَ مَناصِلُه
Victory has indeed been granted—and is their foremost due—
The enemies' plots sufficed them until their deceit grew old,
to the armies of Abu al-Jaysh, whose sword-blades are keen.
Like Tugj the son of Juff, stoning with canisters.
كَفاهُ العِدى حَتّى تَصَرَّمَ كَيدُهُم
طُغَجُّ بنُ جُفٍّ مُصلَتاتٍ قَنابِلُه
He was shielded from his foes until their scheming came to an end
With Cuneo the Sublime as a place when the enemy
by Tughj ibn Juff, whose squadrons were poised to strike,
Stained Cuneo the Sublime with their machinations.
بِقونِيَةَ العُليا مَكاناً إِذِ القَنا
بِقونِيَةَ العُليا تُدُمّى عَوامِلُه
at Quniya, lofty in its setting, when the spears
And on the day of the fire in Meloria, death came easily
at lofty Quniya were bloodied at their tips.
To its inhabitants, quickly finding its victims.
وَيَومَ الحَريقِ في مَلورِيَّةَ اِنتَحى
لِساكِنِها مَوتٌ تَيَسَّرَ عاجِلُه
And on the day of the fire in Maluriyya, there came
And captives were taken from Burgot like herds of gazelles
for its inhabitants a death swift and unhindered.
Meeting their hunters and seekers.
وَأُصفِيَ مِن بُرغوثَ سَبيٌ كَأَنَّما
عَقابيلُ أَسرابِ الظِباءِ عَقابِلُه
And captives were set apart from Burghuth, as though
Their horses disturbed the slumbering steeds of Doomustuc,
their successive bands were successive bands of gazelle herds.
As a miscreant disturbs one living virtuously.
وَقَد أَزعَجَت خَيلَ الدُمُستُقِ خَيلُهُ
كَما أَزعَجَ العامَ المُجَرَّمَ قابِلُه
And his cavalry has driven out the cavalry of the Domestikos,
No refuge remains but what his swords encompass,
as the coming year drives out the year gone by.
No spoils but what his great armies seize.
فَلا مَعقِلٌ إِلّا حَوَتهُ سُيوفُهُ
وَلا مَغنَمٌ إِلّا حَجَتهُ جَحافِلُه
So there is no stronghold his swords have not seized,
When Tugj marches into the heart of an army,
and no booty his mighty hosts have not sought out.
Its outskirts answer him at night.
إِذا ما طُغُجُّ سارَ في صَدرِ عَسكَرٍ
تُجيبُ رَواغيهِ عِشاءً صَواهِلُه
Whenever Tughj marches at the head of an army,
You see transgression has made wrongdoing easy,
whose neighing horses answer its bellowing camels at nightfall,
As its minarets are raised up high.
رَأَيتَ الرَدى سَهلَ السَبيلِ إِلى العِدى
وَقَد رُفِعَت لِلناظِرينَ قَساطِلُه
you see death finding an easy path to the foes,
When gloomy fate darkens, he illuminates it,
with the army's clouds of battle-dust raised before the watchers.
More daring than the youths, his features beautiful.
إِذا أَظلَمَ الدَهرُ العَبوسُ أَضاءَهُ
أَغَرُّ مِنَ الفِتيانِ حُلوٌ شَمائِلُه
When frowning Time grows dark, it is illumined
When the dweller seeks the glory of his high station,
by a radiant young man, sweet in his ways.
Tubba and his entrusted ones deny it to them.
إِذا طَلَبَ الأَقامُ رُتبَةَ مَجدِهِ
أَباها عَلَيهِم تُبَّعٌ وَمُقاوِلُه
When the peoples seek his rank in glory,
Tubbaʿ and his chieftains deny it to them.
Sol 6.1