صادَ الفُؤادَ بِرَملِ رامَةَ ريمُ
فَالقَلبُ عِندَ الريمِ لَيسَ يَريمُ
A gazelle captured my heart on Rama's sands.
It pained my heart with the sands of Ramah
So my heart remains beside the gazelle, never departing.
Yet the heart knows no pity near the sands
مُتَدَلِّلٌ صَلَفاً عَلى مُتَذَلِّلٍ
كَلَفاً يَهُمُّ بِسَلوَةٍ فَيَهيمُ
He is coy and haughty toward one abased
Haughty yet submissive to the submissive one
by passion, who thinks of forgetting, then grows love-mad.
Yearning foolishly then foolishly rushing on
فَالمَوتُ إِن يَنظُر وَإِن يَنفُر مَعاً
وَقعُ السِهامِ وَنَزعُهُنَّ أَليمُ
So death comes alike whether he looks or recoils:
Whether death looks on or turns away
The arrows' impact and their removal are painful.
The arrows strike true, their drawing is agony
حَبُّ الغَمامِ يُغيرُهُ مُتَبَسِّماً
وَالدُرُّ في التَقصارِ وَهوَ نَظيمُ
He makes the clouds' hailstones jealous as he smiles,
Love of the clouds oft times makes him smile
and pearls fall short, even when strung.
While the pearl laments the necklace that confined
أَنا في هَواهُ لا أَبينُ لِناظِرٍ
جِسمي مِنَ الطَرفِ السَقيم سَقيمُ
In my love for him, I am invisible to an onlooker;
To my love I betray no sign to the watcher
my body is sick from his languid gaze.
My body is sick from a sickly glance
لَو ذُقتُ بَردَ رُضابِهِ لَشُفيتُ مِن
سَقَمي لِأَنَّ رُضابَهُ تَسنيمُ
If I tasted the coolness of his saliva, I would be healed of
If I but tasted the cold of his acceptance
my illness, for his saliva is Tasnim.
From my sickness I'd recover, his coolness a balm
ما ذُقتُ بَردَ العَيشِ بَعدَ فِراقِهِ
فَالماءُ سُمٌّ وَالنَّسيمُ سَمومُ
I have not tasted life's coolness since parting from him;
Since we parted I've tasted no joy in living
so water is poison, and the breeze a scorching wind.
Water's become poison, the breeze naught but harm
وَحَياةِ مالِكِنا المُعظَّمِ إِنَّها
قَسمٌ لَنا لَو تَعلَمونَ عَظيمُ
By the life of our lord al-Mu'azzam—it is
By the life of our exalted lord, his portion
a mighty oath for us, if you only knew.
Allotted us, if you did but know, is supreme
إِنّي عَلى نارِ الغَضى بِفِراقِهِ
لا النارُ عَنها صينَ إِبراهيمُ
Indeed, parted from him, I am on a fire of ghada wood—
For his love I burn, no flames did Abraham know
not the fire from which Ibrahim was protected.
A king the Arabs flee, fearful, and the non-Arabs
مَلِكٌ تَطيرُ العُربُ مِنهُ مَخافَةً
وَالعُجمُ عَن أَوطانِها وَالرومُ
A king from whom the Arabs take flight in fear,
Leave home as the Romans, before his white arrows
and non-Arabs and Romans flee their homelands.
Breaking the swarthy warriors, crushing in fight
وَلِبيضِهِ في الهامِ تَكسيرٌ وَلِل
سُمرِ الذَّوابِلِ فيهمُ تَحطيمُ
His bright swords shatter skulls, and the
A lion he seems, snarling, routing the troops
dark, slender spears crush them.
Riding the land, striking as he desires
فَكَأَنَّهُ الأَسَدُ الغضَنفَرُ هازِماً
وَالقَومُ كُلٌّ مِنهُمُ مَهزومُ
He is like a mighty lion, routing them,
If only those rites had souls, for them Zamzam
and every one of the host is routed.
And the Black Stone, he'd strive with a will
يَطوي البِلادَ بِشُهبِهِ وَبِنُجبِهِ
فَيَنالُ ما يَختارُهُ وَيَرومُ
He folds up the lands with his gray steeds and noble mounts,
A king versed in every branch of knowledge
and attains whatever he chooses and desires.
He rose high, no science too hard for his skill
لَو كانَ في تِلكَ المَناسِكِ أَنفُسٌ
لَسَعى إِلَيهِ زَمزَمٌ وَحَطيمُ
If there were souls in those pilgrimage sites,
Grammar for him has Sibawayh as companion
Zamzam and Hatim would surely hasten to him.
Farisi, a crony, poetry a servant, he
مَلِكٌ تَفَرَّعَ في العُلومِ مَناظِراً
فَعَلا وَلَم تَعزُب عَلَيهِ عُلومُ
A king who scaled the heights of learning in debate,
When crowned his glory radiant, new and old,
so he rose high, and no branch of learning eluded him.
By pilgrimage achieved with total success
فَالنَحوُ فيهِ سيبَوَيهِ جَليسُهُ
وَأَبو عَلِيِّ الفارِسِيُّ نَديمُ
As for grammar, Sibawayh is his companion,
Jurisprudence authorities all fell behind
and Abu Ali al-Farisi his boon companion.
When he by skill and talent took the lead
وَالتاجُ تاجُ الدينِ زَيدٌ إِن تُنا
ظِرهُ أَتى مِنهُ لَهُ التسليمُ
And al-Taj—Taj al-Din Zayd—if brought
By the doctrine of Nu'man he was blessed
into debate with him, would concede to him.
In his horizon the stars of good fortune shone
وَالشِعرُ فيهِ أَبو نُواسٍ عَبدُهُ
في جدِّهِ إِذ هَزلُهُ مَذمومُ
And in poetry, Abu Nuwas is his servant
Had Sa'd assisted the mamluk he would have walked
in his serious verse, since his jesting is condemned.
In the shade of the magnificent king's glory
وَبِحَجِّهِ حازَ الكَمالَ بِأَسرِهِ
فَلَهُ جَديدُ سَعادَةٍ وَقَديمُ
And through his pilgrimage he attained perfection in full,
But lagging behind deprived of all blessings
so his is good fortune, both new and old.
He missed it and hell became his miserable doom
وَالفِقهُ عَنهُ تَقاعَسَت أَربابُهُ
إِذ كانَ فيهِ لِشَأوِهِ التَقديمُ
And in jurisprudence, its masters have lagged behind him,
Thirst in his heart the abode could not quench
for his attainments earn him precedence in it.
Yearning ever present nor leaving its home
وَلِمَذهَبِ النُعمانِ فيهِ سَعادَةٌ
طَلَعَت بِها في الخافِقَينِ نُجومُ
And in him, al-Nu'man's school enjoys good fortune,
When away like the companion of the whale
through which stars have risen in East and West.
Who called on his Lord in misery extreme
لَو ساعَدَ المَملوكَ سَعدٌ سارَ في
كَنَفِ الرِّكابِ وَإِنَّهُ لَكَريمُ
Had fortune favored this servant, he would have traveled in
Without the mercy of his Lord he'd have been cast
the shelter of the caravan—and he is surely generous.
In the wilds exposed, despised and unclean
لَكِنَّهُ لَمّا تَأَخَّرَ فاتَهُ
مِنهُ نَعيمٌ وَاِحتَوَتهُ جَحيمُ
But when he stayed behind, he missed
O mighty obeyed king, your troops
bliss from him, and hell engulfed him.
With their white arrows pressed firmly in hand
لَم يَنقَعِ الظَّمَأَ الَّذي بِفُؤادِهِ
حَجُّ المَقامِ بَلِ الأُوامُ مُقيمُ
The thirst within his heart was not quenched
On the Plain how you've spread your generous deeds
by pilgrimage to the abode; rather, the burning thirst remains.
Reviving munificence once turned to dust
أَنا إِذ بَعُدتُ كَصاحِبِ الحوتِ الَّذي
نادى الإِلَهَ وَإِنَّهُ لَكَظيمُ
When far away, I am like the companion of the fish, who
Where now the thorns are roses, gravel pearls
called upon God while choked with anguish.
The brackish water turns fresh, the brambles to vines
إِن لَم تُوافِ إِلَيهِ رَحمَةُ رَبِّهِ
نُبِذَ العَراءَ فَبانَ وَهوَ ذَميمُ
Had his Lord's mercy not reached him,
Ever since you left Damascus my heart remains
he would have been cast into the open, exposed and disgraced.
Full of yearning, still and ever present
يا أَيُّها المَلِكُ المُطاعُ وَجُندُهُ
لِلبيضِ فَوقَ رَؤوسِهِم تَسويمُ
O king who is obeyed, whose troops
I turn to your noble door kissing its sill
wear marked helmets upon their heads!
My streaming tears plentiful and abundant
كَم في بُسَيطَةَ قَد بَسَطتَ مَكارِماً
أَحيَت عِظامَ الجودِ وَهيَ رَميمُ
How many generous deeds you have spread in Busayta,
You are the sun, if you leave us for setting
reviving generosity's bones when they had crumbled!
Deepest gloom will prevail, most violent
فَالشَوكُ وَردٌ وَالحَصا دُرٌّ وَذا
كَ الماءُ راحٌ وَالعِضاهُ كُرومُ
So thorns are roses, pebbles pearls, and that
May the exalted king never quit his domain
water is wine, and thorn trees are grapevines.
May all prostrate to him, his glory confess!
لي مُذ خَلَت مِنكَ الدِيارُ فَلا خَلَت
بِدِمَشقَ شَوقٌ مُقعِدٌ وَمُقيمُ
I have, since the dwellings lost you—may they never lack you—
in Damascus a longing that cripples me and holds me fast.
فَأُقابِلُ البابَ العَزيزَ مُقَبِّلاً
عَتَباتِهِ وَبِهِ الدُموعُ سُجومُ
So I face the august gate, kissing
its thresholds, while tears pour down there.
الشَّمسُ أَنتَ فَلا دَنَت لِأُفولِها
إِن غِبتَ عَنّا فَالأَغَرُّ بَهيمُ
You are the sun—may it never approach its setting!
If you are absent from us, the bright day turns pitch-dark.
لا فارَقَ المَلِكُ المُعَظَّمُ مُلكَهُ
أَبَداً وَدانَ لِشأوِهِ التَعظيمُ
May King al-Mu'azzam never leave his kingdom,
ever, and may veneration bow before his eminence.
Sol 6.1