لا وَالمَطايا ذُلُلاً في البَرى
تَؤُمُّ بِالرُكبانِ أُمَّ القُرى
No—by the camels, docile upon the earth,
No, by the camels gently treading,
heading with the riders toward the Mother of Towns.
That bring pilgrims to Mecca's shrine.
مِثلُ الحَنايا فَوَّقَت أَسهُماً
مِن كُلِّ شَهمٍ أَشعَثٍ أَغبَرا
Like bows, they have nocked as arrows
Like mourning women, humbly bowing,
each gallant man, disheveled and dust-covered.
Over tombs where heroes recline;
أَعني الَّتي فَضَّلَها رَبُّها
حَتّى إِذا طافَ بِها اِستَعبَرا
I mean the city so favored by its Lord
Those eyes that once with pleasure glittered
that when he circles it, he is moved to tears.
Have looked on change and wept in vain,
طافَ بِها سَبعاً وَلَبّى وَما
يَملِكُ رَدَّ الدَّمعِ لما جَرى
He circles it seven times and cries 'Here I am,' and cannot
As round the sacred shrine they flitted,
hold back the tears when they flow.
The seven-fold circuit to maintain.
كَم غادَةٍ خارِقَةٍ عادَةً
مُسفِرَةٍ كَالبَدرِ إِذ أَسفَرا
How many a graceful maiden, defying custom,
What beauteous forms, like moons effulgent,
unveiled like the full moon when it shines forth,
Have vanished in death's endless night!
تَقولُ بِاللَهِ انظُروا وَاِطلُبوا
مِن رَبِّ هَذا البَيتِ أَن يَغفِرا
says, 'By God, look, and ask
"For God's sake take me to His dwelling,
the Lord of this House to forgive.'
That He may pardon all my plight!"
تَهُزُّ فَوقَ الدِّعصِ غُصنَ النَّقا
مُجاذِباً مِن لَحظِها خِنجَرا
She sways the dune's bough above a sandhill,
The branches of the lofty palm-trees wave
vying with a dagger from her glance.
As her sweet, tearful glances crave.
فَيُبهَتُ الناسُ حَيارى إِذا
وافَت مُنىً وَالرُّكنَ وَالمَشعَرا
So people are dumbfounded and bewildered when
Men all amazed stand struck with wonder,
she reaches Mina, the Corner, and the Sacred Station.
When she draws near the hills called Al-Mash'ar.
ما نَظَرَت عَينايَ أَبهَى وَلا
أَبهَجَ مِن مِصرٍ وَلا أَنضَرا
My eyes have seen nothing more splendid, nor
No fairer scene mine eyes discover,
more delightful than Egypt, nor more radiant.
Nor greener spot where all is bare,
أَصبو إِلى القَصرَينِ مِن قَصرِ حَج
جاجٍ وَمن بَينَهُما سَيَّرا
I yearn for the Two Palaces from the palace of
From Cairo's palace to Medina,
Hajjaj, and for whoever traveled between them.
Nor yet Damascus' gardens fair.
أَشتاقُ مِن جَلَّقَ مِصراً وَمِن
جَوبَرَ أَرتاحُ إِلى جَوجَرا
From Jallaq I long for Egypt, and from
Dear native Cairo claims my duty,
Jawbar I yearn for Jawjar.
But no abiding place is there;
عَدِّ عَنِ النَيرَبِ وَالرَبوَةَ ال
عَلياءِ وَالوادي إِلى دُمَّرا
Leave aside al-Nayrab and al-Rabwa,
Damascus calls me—how I covet
the lofty one, and the valley leading to Dummar.
To see again her landscapes fair!
فَلَستُ أَختارُ دِمَشقاً عَلى
مِصرٍ وَلا مَيدانَها الأَخضَرا
For I do not prefer Damascus over
Leave Nayrab and Rabwah behind thee,
Egypt, nor its green field.
Press onward to Bosra's old walls,
دِيارُ مِصرٍ جَنَّةٌ زُخرِفَت
وَأُجريَ النيلُ بِها كَوثَرا
The lands of Egypt are an adorned paradise,
Nor would I Damascene meadows choose
and the Nile was made to flow there as Kawthar.
In place of Egypt's shining malls.
لَكِنَّها مِن بَعدِ حُبّي اِكتَسَت
لِباسَ ذُلٍّ فيهِ لا يُمتَرى
Yet after my beloved was gone, it put on
Though once the joy of every stranger,
a garb of humiliation about which there is no doubt.
How art thou now brought low and base!
وَزُلزِلَت زِلزالَها بَعدَهُ
حَتّى اِغتَدى مَعروفُها مُنكرا
And after him it was shaken with its own earthquake,
Once justice dwelt within thy dwelling,
until its goodness became evil.
But tyrants now usurp her place.
ما سَكَنَ الخَيرُ بِها مُذ خَلَت
مِن أَسَدِ الدينِ سَرا سُنقُرا
Goodness has not dwelt there since it became empty
When Saladin came, thou didst escape
of Asad al-Din Sara Sunqur.
The manners of the base and vile;
دِمَشقُ لما حَلَّها اِستَعصَمَت
عَنِ العِدا إِذ فَرَّ لَيثُ الشَرى
Damascus, when he settled there, found protection
With thousands only he could master
against enemies when the lion of al-Shara fled.
Ten thousand in a little while.
يَحمِلُ في آلافِهِم وَحدَهُ
وَيَنثَني بِالنَّصرِ مُستَبشِرا
He charges into their thousands alone
Like eagles stooping on their quarry,
and turns back rejoicing in victory.
His foes fell prone beneath his blows;
كَأَنَّهُ البازُ مُطِلاً عَلى
سِربِ القَطا الكُدرِيِّ إِذ صَرصَرا
He is like a hawk looking down upon
His fondest friends, when they surround him,
a flock of dusky sandgrouse, as the hawk screeches.
Rejoice aloud and yell "Allaho!"
يَعتَنِقُ الأَعداءَ مِثلَ اِعتنا
قِ العاشِقِ المَعشوقَ مُستَهتِرا
He embraces his enemies as
In Allah's name he puts to flight both
a lover embraces the beloved, madly infatuated.
The Roman and the Moorish band,
ذاكَ عِناقٌ يُفرِشُ القِرنَ في
صَدرِ الحُسامِ العَضبِ ظَهر البَرى
That embrace lays the opponent down, at
While rumor of his conquests ever
the keen sword's breast, on the earth's back.
O'erspreads the East and Western land;
يُردي الكُماةَ البيضَ وَالسُمرَ إِذ
يُجَرِّدُ الأَبيَضَ وَالأَسمَرا
He fells the fair and dark warriors when
He recked not of his earthly kingdom,
he bares the white sword and the brown spear.
Religion was his only care;
يَعودُ بِالتَّهليلِ أَعداؤُهُ
إِذا رَأَوهُ في الوَغى كَبَّرا
His enemies turn back crying 'There is no god but God'
He left the throne of Cairo freely
when they see him cry 'God is greatest' in battle.
That he might to his faith prove true.
فَبِاسمِهِ يستهزمُ الرومَ وَال
أَندَلُسَ الإِفرنجَ وَالبَربَرا
Thus, by his name, he routs the Romans and
No worldly grandeur turned his spirit,
al-Andalus, the Franks, and the Berbers.
No pride in him had any share;
وَذِكرُهُ شَرقاً وَغَرباً عَلا
خاقانَ قِدماً وَعَلا سَنجَرا
And his fame, in east and west, surpassed
The crescent moon obeys his order,
Khaqan long ago, and surpassed Sanjar.
The hawk upon his wrist doth fare;
لَم تثنِهِ دُنياهُ عَن دينِهِ
وَلَم يَكُن في الناسِ مُستَكبِرا
His worldly life did not turn him from his faith,
Beneath the standards red as crimson
nor was he arrogant among people.
That o'er his troops unfurled display,
فارَقَ مُلكَ الأَرضِ في مِصرَ كَي
لا يُهمِلَ العَهدَ وَلا يَغدُرا
He forsook earthly dominion in Egypt, so
The kings of earth might gaze in wonder
as not to neglect his pledge or act treacherously.
Upon their memorable day!
هَذا الوَفاءُ المَحضُ لا ما بِهِ ال
سمَوءَل استَوجَبَ أَن يَفخَرا
This is pure loyalty—not that for which
The flags that wave in festal glory
al-Samaw'al earned the right to boast.
Are dyed a deep and purple dye;
فَالطرفُ لَيثٌ وَهوَ صَقر وَفي ال
رُمحِ عُقابٌ عانَقَت أَسمَرا
Thus the steed is a lion, and he a falcon; on the
How many a coat of mail resplendent
lance, an eagle embraces a brown shaft.
His trenchant blade hath cleft in twain!
يَصدُرُ بِالراياتِ حُمراً إِذا
وَرَدنَ صُفراً أَحسَنَت مَنظَرا
He returns with the banners red, though
How many a hero's shining armor,
they arrived yellow, lovely to behold.
His mighty sword doth cut in vain!
وَما سَمِعنا مِثلَ راياتِهِ
بِجُلَّنارٍ كانَ نَيلوفَرا
Nor have we heard of anything like his banners:
O blade of Saladin, 'tis justly
pomegranate blossoms that once were water lilies.
That o'er thee flags should proud unfold!
فَكَم كَمِيٍّ قَدَّهُ سَيفُهُ
نِصفَينِ فَاِستافَ الذُبابُ الثَرى
How many an armored warrior his sword has split
His arrows reach the distant target,
in two, so that the sword-tip sniffed the soil,
However far his foes may hold.
مِن بَعدِ أَن قَدَّ بِهِ الدِرعَ وَال
بيضَةَ وَالقَونَصَ وَالمغفرا
after he had cut through with it the mail coat and the
O thou, whose bride my songs advise thee,
helmet, the helmet's crown, and the mail coif.
All beauteous things thy glances shame,
يا سَيفَ سَيفِ الدينِ يَومَ الوَغى
حُقَّت لَكَ الأَعلامُ أَن تُنشَرا
O sword of Saif al-Din on the day of battle,
On whomsoever looks thy beauty,
it is right that banners be unfurled for you.
His heart must yield to Cupid's flame!
يا مُدرِكَ الأَوتارِ مِن خَصمِهِ
إِن خَطَفَ القَوسَ وَإِن أَوتَرا
O you who exact vengeance from your foe,
Thy servant, oh, relieve his sadness!
whether he snatches up the bow or strings it.
See how he wearies for thy sight!
خُذها عَروساً مِن فَمي تُجتَلى
عَلَيكَ يا أَحسَنَ مَن في الوَرى
Take her as a bride from my mouth, unveiled
God grant that, spite of time's envious blight,
before you, O finest of all mankind.
You still may claim the poet's lay!
وَجُد عَلى عَبدِكَ إِنّي لَقَد
أَمسَيتُ ما بَينَ الوَرى مُعسِرا
And be generous to your servant: I have indeed
become destitute among mankind.
فاللَهُ يُبقيكَ مَدى الدَهرِ ما
حَنَّت حُداةُ العيسِ عِندَ السُرى
So may God preserve you for all time, as long as
the drivers of pale camels sing plaintively on night journeys.
Sol 6.1