تَصَدَّت لَنا دَعدٌ وَصَضَّت عَلى عَمدِ
وَأَقبِل بِها عِندَ التَصَدّي وَفي الصَدِّ
Da‘d showed herself to us and deliberately turned away.
And bring her near, when she comes forward and when she turns away.
شَكَوتُ إِلَيها الوَجدَ يَومَ تَعَرَّضَت
فَأُبتُ وَقَد حُمِّلتُ وَجداً عَلى وَجدِ
I complained to her of love’s anguish the day she appeared,
and returned burdened with anguish upon anguish.
سَلاها بِمَ اِستَحلَلتِ قَتلَ أَخي هَوىً
صَفا لَكِ مِنهُ ما يُجِنُّ وَما يُبدي
Ask her, you two: "By what right did you deem it lawful to kill a lover
whose hidden and open feelings for you are pure?"
أَلا إِنَّما دَعدٌ لِقَلبِكَ فِتنَةٌ
فَإِلّا تَدَعها تَلقَ حَتفَكَ في دَعدِ
Take heed: Da‘d is but a temptation to your heart;
unless you leave her, you will meet your death in Da‘d.
وَقِدماً زَجَرتُ النَفسَ عَنها فَخالَفَت
إِلَيها عَلى قُربٍ مِنَ الدارِ أَو بُعدِ
Long ago I warned my soul away from her, but it disobeyed,
turning toward her, whether her dwelling was near or far.
وَما زادَني إِلّا اِشتِياقاً صُدودُها
وَإِلّا وَفاءً وَاِصطِباراً عَلى العَهدِ
Her turning away increased in me nothing but longing,
and loyalty and patient steadfastness to the pledge.
يُذَكِّرُنيها الرِئمُ وَالغُصنُ وَالمَها
وَيُذكِرُنيها البَدرُ في المَطلَعِ السَعدِ
The white gazelle, the bough, and the oryxes remind me of her,
and so does the full moon at its auspicious rising.
فَلِلرِئمِ عَيناها وَلِلبَدرِ وَجهُها
وَلِلغُصنِ مِنها ما حَكاهُ مِنَ القَدِّ
For the gazelle has her eyes, and the full moon her face,
and the bough has its likeness in her figure.
وَما اِبتَسَمَت إِلّا خَفا البَرقُ لامِعاً
ذَطوفاً لَأَبصارِ الرُناةِ عَلى قَصدِ
Whenever she smiled, lightning flashed, gleaming,
snatching the gazers’ sight by design.
سَلامٌ عَلَيها قَد شَجيتُ بِبُعدِها
فَلا هِيَ تُدنيني وَلا أَنا بِالجَلدِ
Peace be upon her; I have grieved at her distance.
She will not bring me near, nor have I the strength to endure.
وَغَرَّ أُناساً مِنِّيَ الحِلمُ بُرهَةً
وَفي الحِلمِ ما يُعلي وَفي الهِلمِ ما يُردي
My forbearance deceived some people for a while,
and forbearance can exalt, and forbearance can bring one to ruin.
فَإِن أُبدِ حِلماً لا أَكُن مُتَضائِلاً
وَإِن أَنتَقِم أُقدِم عَلى الأَسَدِ الوَردِ
If I show forbearance, I am not abasing myself;
and if I take vengeance, I charge the tawny lion.
وَكَيفَ أُخَشّى بِالهِجاءِ مِنَ العِدى
وَلي مِقوَلٌ أَمضى مِنَ الصارِمِ الفَردِ
How could my foes frighten me with satire,
when I have a tongue keener than a peerless sword?
وَقَد عاجَمَتني الحادِثاتُ فَصادَفَت
صَبوراً عَلى اللَأواءِ مُنشَحِذِ الحَدِّ
Adversities have tested me and found me
patient in hardship, with my edge honed sharp.
يُلاقونَني بِالبِشرِ وَالرَحبِ خُدعَةً
وَكُلُّ طَوى كَشحَيهِ مِنّي عَلى حِقدِ
They greet me with smiles and welcome, as a ruse,
while each conceals within his flanks a grudge against me.
وَكَيفَ اِنخِداعُ الذِئبِ وَالذِئبُ خادِعٌ
خَتولٌ عَلى الحالاتِ لِلبَطَلِ النَجدِ
How can the wolf be deceived, when the wolf is a deceiver,
wily toward the valiant champion in every circumstance?
يُعِدّونَ لي الإِرجافَ ما غِبتُ عَنهُمُ
تَشَفِّيَ غِمرٍ لا يَريمُ وَلا يُجدي
They prepare malicious rumors for me whenever I am away from them,
to gratify a rancor that never abates and avails nothing.
وَما رُمتُ مِنهُم جانِباً فَوَجَدتُهُ
مَنيعاً وَلا أَعمَلتُ في صَعبِهِم جُهدي
Never have I sought a flank among them and found it
impregnable, nor exerted my utmost effort against their resistance.
وَلَكِنَّني أُغضي إِلى وَقتِ غِرَّةٍ
فَأَهتَبِلُ المَغرورَ مُقتَنِصاً وَحدي
But I turn a blind eye until a moment of heedlessness,
then seize the unwary one, hunting alone.
وَمَن يُعجِلِ الأَعداءَ قَبلَ تَمَكُّنِ
فَذاكَ الَّذي لَم يَبنِ أَمراً عَلى وَكدِ
Whoever rushes at his foes before securing his advantage,
has not built his undertaking on a firm foundation.
وَقَد فاتَهُم شَأوي بِتَقصيرِ شَأوِهِم
فَلَم يَملِكوا سَبقي وَلَم يَملِكوا رَدّي
My reach has eluded them because their own reach falls short;
they could neither outstrip me nor turn me back.
لِيَهنَأ أَخِلّايَ الَّذينَ أَوَدُّهُم
ذَخائِرُ ما في الصَدرِ مِن صادِقِ الوِدِّ
May my dear friends, whom I love, be gladdened
by the treasures of sincere affection within my breast.
فَما أَنا بِالقالي وَلا الطَرِفِ الَّذي
إِذا وَدَّ أَلهاهُ الطَريفُ عَنِ التَلدِ
For I am neither one who hates nor the fickle man who,
when he loves, is distracted from the old by the new.
Sol 6.1