مَن لِلمُلوك بِشأو الأَصيَد البَطَل
هَيهاتَ جاءَتكم مهدية الدولِ
Who among kings can match the stature of the proud champion?
Far from it! She has come to you, a gift from Fortune’s turns.
خَطَبتُ قُرطبةَ الحَسناء إِذ مَنَعَت
من جاءَ يَخطُبُها بالبيض وَالأَسَلِ
I sought fair Córdoba’s hand when she rebuffed
whoever came to woo her with swords and spears.
وَكَم غَدَت عاطِلا حَتّى عَرضتُ لَها
فَأَصبَحت في سُرى الحُلي وَالحُلَلِ
Many a morning she went unadorned, until I presented myself to her;
then she awoke arrayed in the finest jewelry and robes.
عِرسُ المُلوك لَنا في قَصرِها عُرُسٌ
كُلّ المُلوك بِهِ في مَأتَم الوَجَلِ
The bride of kings is ours—in her palace, a wedding feast;
every king, because of it, is at a funeral wake of dread.
فَراقِبوا عَن قَريبٍ لا أَبا لَكُمُ
هُجوم لَيثٍ بِدرعِ البأس مُشتَمِلِ
So watch, before long—may you be fatherless—for
the onslaught of a lion clad in valor’s armor.
Sol 5.6