إِنّي تَرَكتُ الصِبا عَمداً وَلَم أَكَدِ
مِن غَيرِ شَيبٍ وَلا عَمدٍ وَلا فَنَدِ
I deliberately forsook youthful passion, though I scarcely could,
without gray hair, illness, or failing wits.
مَن كانَ ذا كَبِدٍ حَرّى فَقَد نَضَبَت
حَرارَهُ الحُبِّ عَن قَلبي وَعَن كَبِدي
Whoever may have a burning liver, drained away now is
love’s heat from my heart and my liver.
يا رَبَّةِ الخِدرِ إِنّي قَد عَزَمتُ عَلى ال
سُلُوِّ عَنكِ وَلَم أَعزِم عَلى رَشَدِ
O mistress of the secluded chamber, I have resolved on the
forgetting of you, though I have not resolved on wisdom.
نَقَضتُ عَهدَ الهَوى إِذ خانَ عَهدُهُمُ
وَحُلتُ إِذ حالَ أَهلُ الصَدِّ وَالبُعُدِ
I broke love’s covenant when their covenant proved false;
and I changed when those who shunned and kept away changed.
عَزَّيتُ نَفسي بِبَردِ اليَأسِ بَعدَهُمُ
وَما تَعَزَّيتُ مِن صَبرٍ وَلا جَلَدِ
I consoled myself with despair’s coolness after they left,
but not through patience or fortitude did I find consolation.
إِنَّ الهَوى وَالنَوى شَيئانِ ما اِجتَمَعا
فَخَلَّيا أَحَداً يَصبو إِلى أَحَدِ
Love and separation are two things that never unite
and leave anyone yearning for another.
وَما ثَنى مُستَهاماً عَن صَبابَتِهِ
مِثلُ الزَماعِ وَوَخدِ العِرمِسِ الأَجَدِ
Nothing turns a love-distraught man from his longing
like firm resolve and the swift stride of a sturdy, strongly built she-camel.
إِلى أَبي نَهشَلٍ ظَلَّت رَكائِبُنا
يَخدينَ مِن بَلَدٍ ناءٍ إِلى بَلَدِ
Toward Abu Nahshal our riding camels kept
striding swiftly from a distant land to another.
إِلى فَتىً مُشرِقِ الأَخلاقِ لَو سُبِكَت
أَخلاقُهُ مِن شُعاعِ الشَمسِ لَم تَزِدِ
Toward a youth of radiant character: if cast
from the sun’s rays, his virtues would shine no brighter.
يُمضي المَنايا دِراكاً ثُمَّ يُتبِعُها
بيضَ العَطايا وَلَم يوعِد وَلَم يَعِدِ
He dispatches deaths in swift succession, then follows them
with bright gifts, neither threatening nor promising.
وَلابِسٍ ظِلَّ مالٍ لِلنَدى أَبَداً
فيهِ وَقائِعُ طَيٍّ في بَني أَسَدِ
And one clad in wealth’s shade: generosity forever
wages within it the battles of Tayy against Banu Asad.
بَنو حُمَيدٍ أُناسٌ في سُيوفِهِمُ
عِزُّ الذَليلِ وَحَتفُ الفارِسِ النَجُدِ
The sons of Humayd are a people whose swords hold
honor for the humbled and death for the valiant horseman.
لَهُم عَزائِمُ رَأيٍ لَو رَمَيتَ بِها
عِندَ الهِياجِ نُجومَ اللَيلِ لَم تَقِدِ
Theirs are firm resolves of judgment: if you hurled them
at the night’s stars amid battle, those stars would blaze no more.
تَحَيَّرَ الجودُ وَالإِحسانُ بَينَهُمُ
فَما يَجوزُهُمُ جودٌ إِلى أَحَدِ
Generosity and kindness stand bewildered among them;
so no generosity passes beyond them to anyone.
لَولا فَعالُهُمُ وَاللَهُ كَرَّمَهُ
لَماتَ ذِكرُ المَعالي آخِرُ الأَبَدِ
But for their deeds—which God has honored—
the memory of noble achievements would have died for all eternity.
بيضُ الوُجوهِ مَعَ الأَخلاقِ وَجدُهُمُ
بِالبَأسِ وَالجودِ وَجدُ الأُمِّ بِالوَلَدِ
White of face and pure of character, their passion
for valor and generosity is a mother’s passion for her child.
مُحَمَّدَ بنُ حُمَيدٍ أَيُّ مَكرُمَةٍ
لَم تَحوِها بِيَدٍ بَيضاءَ بَعدَ يَدِ
Muhammad ibn Humayd, what noble distinction
have you not attained with one white hand after another?
شَمائِلٌ مِن حُمَيدٍ فيكَ بَيِّنَةٌ
لَها نَسيمُ رِياضِ الحَزنِ وَالجَلَدِ
Traits of Humayd are plain in you;
they carry the breeze of gardens on rugged, firm ground.
تَبَسُّمٌ وَقُطوبٌ في نَدىً وَوَغىً
كَالبَرقِ وَالرَعدِ وَسطَ العارِضِ البَرِدِ
A smile in giving, a frown in battle,
like lightning and thunder amid a hail-bearing cloud.
أَعطَيتَ حَتّى تَرَكتَ الريحَ حاسِرَةً
وَجُدتَ حَتّى كَأَنَّ الغَيثَ لَم يَجُدِ
You gave until you left the wind exhausted;
and were so generous it seemed the rain had never given.
Sol 6.1