أَدارَ لَيلاً قَمَرٌ شَمسَ راح
عَلى نَدامى كَنجومِ الصَّباح
By night, a moon passed round a sun of wine
The moon turned a sun set at rest,
among boon companions like the stars of dawn.
Upon my regrets like the stars of dawn,
وَالكَأسُ فيها حَبَبٌ ناصِعٌ
يَفترُّ عَن نَظمِ ثَنايا المِلاح
And in the cup are brilliant bubbles,
And the cup wherein is sparkling wine,
smiling to reveal beauties' rows of front teeth.
Flowing with the rhythm of salt's adorn.
كَأَنَّما الساقي غَزالٌ رَعى
نورَ أَقاحٍ بِثُغورِ الأَقاح
As though the cupbearer were a gazelle that grazed
As if the cupbearer were a gazelle who grazed
on daisy blossoms with daisies for lips.
The light of meadows in the meadow's bourn,
ما لاحَ لِلعاشِقِ إِلّا عَصى
في حُبِّهِ عَذلَ عَذولٍ وَلاح
He never appeared to a lover but that lover defied,
Naught avails the lover but a staff
for love of him, the blame of reprover and censor.
In his love, he fared and made great forlorn.
يَفعَلُ بِالأَلحاظِ وَالقَدِّ ما
تَفعَلُهُ البيضُ وَسُمرُ الرِماح
With glances and stature he does what
He works such magic with his glances and neck,
bright swords and brown-shafted spears do.
As white pearls and reddish spears of corn,
مُعَربِدُ الأَلحاظِ نَشوانُها
مِن سُكرِهِ ما هُوَ يا صاحِ صاح
Riotous in his glances, drunken in them,
His languorous gaze made drunken,
in his intoxication, my friend, he is not sober.
By his intoxication, what ails, forlorn!
وَكَيفَ يَصحو وَهوَ مِن كَأسِهِ
وَريقِهِ يَمزجُ راحاً بِراح
And how can he sober up, when from his cup
How can he sober be, while from his cup
and his saliva he blends wine with wine?
His draft he blends, delight on delight down borne?
إِنَّ بَني التُركِ لَدى حَربِهِم
وَسِلمِهِم لَم يَبرَحوا في كِفاح
Indeed, the sons of the Turks, in their warfare
Lo, the Turks in their battle and peace
and their peace, have never ceased their combat.
Ne’er ceased to struggle and great feats perform.
مَن فَرَّ عَن حَرِّ لَظى حربِهِم
غَيري فَإِنّي قائِلٌ لا بَراح
Whoever flees the heat of their war's blaze
Whoso flees the fiery heat of their war,
is someone other than me: I declare, 'No retreat.'
Save me will say, no respite will I mourn.
فَهُم مُرادي وَمَرادي مَعاً
فَعَدِّ بي عَن كُلِّ رَودٍ رَداح
For they are both my desire and my beardless youths;
My desire and their desire as one,
so turn me away from every graceful, ample-hipped woman.
So count me not with any who from them turn.
واللُؤلُؤُ المَنظومُ حَسبي بِهِ
في الحُسنِ لا مَكنون بيضِ الأَداح
And strung pearls suffice me
Strung pearls suffice me for beauty,
for beauty—not the sheltered eggs of ostrich nests.
Not concealed white ones that hands adorn.
وَلَيسَ قَولي بِفَسادٍ وَلا
نَقصٍ فَخُذ في الجِدِّ لا في المِزاح
My speech is neither corrupt nor
Nor do I speak corruption or defect,
deficient: take it in earnest, not in jest.
So take me seriously, not in jest or scorn.
ما النَقصُ وَالإِفسادُ عِندي سِوى
مَدحِيَ غَيرَ الكامِلِيِّ الصَلاح
To me, fault and corruption are nothing but
Corruption and flaw are naught to me,
my praising anyone other than Ṣalāḥ al-Kāmilī.
Save praising one less than fully virtuous born.
وَهوَ الَّذي إِن جادَ أَغنى أَوِ اِن
تَمى سَما أَعلى سَماءِ السَّماح
He is the one who, if he gives, enriches—or if
He who, if he favours, enriches, or if
he names his lineage, soars above generosity's highest heaven.
He hopes, aspires to highest heights adorned.
لَمّا بَدا لي ثَغرُهُ باسِماً
أَيقَنتُ بِالخَيرِ فَلاحَ الفَلاح
When his smiling mouth appeared to me,
When his mouth smiled, divulging a name,
I became certain of good, and success shone forth.
I grew certain of prosperity, a great boon!
طائِرُهُ المَيمونُ مُذ لَم يَزَل
ما طارَ إِلّا بِجَناحِ النَّجاح
His auspicious bird has always
His auspicious bird, since it began to fly,
flown only on the wing of success.
Has not flown, but with wings of fortune.
مَن ذا يُساميهِ إِذا خاضَ في
بَحرَي نَسيبٍ أَو سَرِيِّ اِمتِداح
Who can rival him when he plunges into
Who can compete, when he plunges into
the twin seas of love poetry or noble praise?
The sea of lineage or well-measured praise?
يَهتَزُّ لِلمَدحِ اِهتِزازَ القَنا
يَومَ الوَغى مِن طَرَبٍ وَاِرتِياح
He quivers at praise as spears quiver
It quivers for praise with the quiver
on battle's day, in rapture and delight.
Of reeds on a day of clamour and delight.
كُلُّ أُولي الشِعرِ لَدى فَضلِهِ
مِثلُ السُها في ضَوءِ وَجهِ الصَباح
All masters of poetry, beside his excellence,
All the masters of verse compared to his merit,
are like al-Suhā in the radiance of dawn's face.
Are as comets in the light of morn.
يُفيضُ بِالقِدحِ المُعَلّى فَيَح
وي غايَةَ المَجدِ بِأَعلى القِداح
He casts the highest-valued gaming arrow and gains
He pours from the overflowing goblet, and contains
the summit of glory with the highest arrows.
The utmost of glory in the highest glass.
سادَ بِمَجدٍ وَسَماحٍ مَعاً
وَما سَماحُ المَرءِ إِلّا رَباح
He rose to eminence through glory and generosity alike;
He prevailed with glory and generosity alike,
and a man's generosity is nothing but gain.
And a man's generosity is naught but gain.
يَجودُ بِالمالِ وَبِالجاهِ في ال
حالِ كِلا الحالَينِ مِنهُ مُباح
He gives generously of wealth and influence on the
He bestows wealth and station spontaneously,
spot; both kinds are freely available from him.
Both conditions permitted equally to obtain.
لِلمَلِكِ الكامِلِ مِن رَأيِهِ
نَصرُ غُدُوٍّ كامِلٍ أَو رَواح
For King al-Kāmil, his counsel brings
For the perfect king, his prudent thought
full victory in morning or evening marches.
Brings triumph in attack or in decline.
يا ناصِرَ الدينِ تَرَكتَ العِدا
بِلا رُؤوسٍ بِصدورِ الصِّفاح
O Nāṣir al-Dīn, you have left the foes
O defender of the faith, you left your foes
headless by the breasts of broad blades.
Headless, by the breasts on the battle plain.
دِماؤُهُم سَيلاً بَلَغنَ الزُبا
حَتّى تَبَطَّحنَ بِأَعلى البِطاح
Their blood, a torrent, reached the heights,
Their blood a torrent, reaching the morn,
until it lay outspread on the highest valley flats.
Till it lay stretched on the loftiest terrain.
لا بَرِحَ السَعدُ عَلى مُلكِهِ
وَقفاً فَلا يُقضى لَهُ بِاِنتِزاح
May good fortune never cease upon his kingdom,
Good fortune did not budge from his kingdom,
an endowment, never decreed to depart,
Standing, not to be removed or made to wane.
ما غَرَّدَت وَرقاءُ في أَيكَةٍ
فَجاوَبَتها أُختُها في النَواح
so long as a gray dove sings in a grove
No sandgrouse chirped in a scrubland,
and her sister answers her in lament.
And her sister answered her from the plain.
Sol 6.1