فَكَّ أَسري طَيفٌ لعَلوَةَ أَسرى
ساءَني مُعرِضاً وَعادَ فَسَرّا
A vision of ‘Alwa that came by night freed me from captivity.
A ghost of longing for Layla captured me
It pained me as it turned away, then returned and gladdened me.
Saddened me when he turned away, yet gladdened me when he returned
لَيلَةٌ حُلِّيَت بِمِنطَقَةِ الجَو
زاءِ وَالشِعرَيَينِ وَالجَوزَهرّا
A night adorned with Orion’s belt,
A night adorned with the belt of skies
and the two Dog Stars and Jawzahr.
And the two arms of Gemini and Cancer
وَهِلالُ السَماءِ يُشرِقُ وَالشهُ
بُ تَروقُ العُيونَ نَظماً وَنَثرا
The sky’s crescent shines, and the bright stars
The crescent moon rises, and eyes
delight the eyes, strung together and scattered.
Flow with prose and verse
وَتَبارى النّسرانِ سَبقاً وَقَد قد
دمَ سَبقٌ نَسراً وَأَخَّرَ نَسرا
And the two Eagles raced for precedence, and already
Two eagles compete in flight
a lead had advanced one Eagle and held the other back.
One eagle preceded, the other delayed
وَتُرينا بَناتُ نَعشٍ نِساءً
في حِدادٍ سَفَرنَ شَفعاً وَوِترا
And the Daughters of the Bier show us women
Maidens of a funeral procession appear
in mourning dress, unveiled in pairs and singly.
In mourning, departing two by two
وَالثُرَيّا كَأَنَّها كَفُّ خودٍ
خُتِّمَت ياقوتاً وَتِبراً وَدُرّا
And the Pleiades are like a maiden’s hand
The Pleiades as though a sapphire seal
ringed with rubies, raw gold, and pearls.
Adorned with ruby, pearl, and gold
وَالدُجى هارِبٌ كَما تَهرُبُ الزن
جُ مِنَ الرومِ إِذ تَخافُ الفَجرا
And darkness flees as the Zanj flee
Dusk flees as slaves flee
from the Romans when they fear the dawn.
The dawn in Rome in fear
وَلَدَينا مِنَ الرَبيعِ بُرودٌ
حَمَلَت مِن وَشيِ الرِياضِ الزَّهرا
And we have striped robes from spring,
The spring brought us cool breezes
laden with blossoms from the gardens’ brocade,
Bearing the blossoms’ scent from the gardens
مُبدِياتٌ حُمراً وَصُفراً وَبيضاً
رائِقاتٍ لَنا وَزُرقاً وَخُضرا
displaying reds, yellows, and whites—
Maidens in red, yellow, white
pleasing to us—and blues and greens.
Charming us in blue and green
وَالنَسيمُ العَليلُ قَد أَيقَظَ البا
ناتِ حَتّى نَفَثنَ مِسكاً وَعِطرا
And the languid breeze has awakened the bān trees,
The gentle breeze awakened the girls
until they breathed forth musk and perfume.
Until they breathed musk and fragrance
وَالنُّعامى تَهُزُّ عِطفَ الخُزامى
بَينَ يُمنى مِنَ التَّثَنّي وَيُسرى
And the south wind sways the lavender’s flank
Ostriches flutter their skirts’ hem
between a rightward bend and a leftward.
Between right and left in swaying gait
وَلَدَينا راحٌ مُعَتَّقَةٌ زُف
فت إِلَينا مِن صَرخَدٍ أَو بُصرى
And we have aged wine, escorted as a bride
We have vintage wine, drawn and filtered
to us from Ṣarkhad or Buṣrā.
For us from Shiraz or Busra
فَهيَ عَذراءُ يَبسُطُ الزاهِدُ النا
سِكُ في شُربِها لَدىالسُكرِ عُذرا
For she is a virgin; the ascetic devotee offers
She is a chaste maiden whom ascetics
an excuse for drinking her when drunk.
Excuse for drinking to drunkenness
دونَ غيدٍ مِن شَيزَرٍ أُسدُ غيلٍ
بِرُؤوسِ الرِّماحِ يَطعَنَّ شَزرا
Before graceful maidens from Shayzar stand lions of the thicket,
Without bleating lambs or roaring lions
thrusting sidelong with spearheads.
With spearheads stabbing and piercing
أَصلَتوا بيضَهُم لِتَمنَعَ بيضاً
أَشرَعوا سُمرَهُم لِيَحموا السُمرا
They unsheathed their white blades to defend fair-skinned women;
They hatched their eggs to prevent others’ eggs
they leveled their brown spears to protect brown-skinned women.
They spread their necks to protect other necks
كُلُّ خُمصانَةٍ شَهِيٍّ لَماها
طَرفُها الهاروتِيُّ يَنفُثُ سِحرا
Each slender-waisted beauty, with delectable dusky lips—
Each alluring and magical glance
her Hārūt-like gaze breathes magic.
Her eyes emitting a spell
يا خَليلَيَّ خَلِّيا ذِكرَ مِصرٍ
لَستُ أَهوى في الأَرضِ ما عِشتُ مِصرا
O my two friends, leave off mention of Egypt;
My friend, make no mention of Egypt
I shall not love Egypt on this earth as long as I live.
I have no love for it, long as I live
كَيفَ أَهوى مِصراً وَأَترُكُ في جل
لق سَطرى وَالنَيرَبَينِ وَمُقرى
How could I love Egypt and leave behind in Jilliq
How can I love Egypt and leave behind
Saṭrā, the two Nayrabs, and Muqrā?
Its valleys, rivers, homes and plains?
Sol 6.1