ضُرِبَت لِزَينَبَ بِالغُوَيرِ خِيامُ
فَعَلى الغُوَيرِ وَساكِنيهِ سَلامُ
Tents have been pitched for Zaynab at al-Ghuwayr;
Tents were pitched in Al-Ghawair for Zainab,
so peace upon al-Ghuwayr and its inhabitants.
So peace be upon Al-Ghawair and its inhabitants.
تِلكَ المَرابِعُ تصرَعُ الآسادَ بِال
لَحَظاتِ في عَرَصاتِها الأَيّامُ
Those springtime abodes—lions are felled with
Those square tents can slay lions
glances in their courts by Time.
In mere moments during their days.
كَم عُروَةٍ فُصِمَت لِعُروَةَ عِندها
حَتّى بَكى أَسَفاً عَلَيهِ حَزامُ
How many a bond was broken there for ʿUrwa,
How many a band was severed there
until Hizam wept over him in grief!
That even its belt wept in sorrow over it.
أَظُبى جُفونٍ أَم جُفونُ ظِبائِها
تَرنو فَكُلُّ لِحاظِهِنَّ حُسامُ
Are these eyelid-blades, or the eyelids of their gazelles
Are they gazelle's eyelids or the eyelids of its hunter
gazing? Each of their glances is a keen sword.
That yearn - so each of their glances is a sword?
تِلكَ الحَواجِبُ أَم قِسِيٌّ أُرسِلَت
عَنهُنَّ مِن أَلحاظِهِنَّ سِهامُ
Are those eyebrows, or bows from which are loosed
Are those eyebrows or arrows that were unleashed
arrows fashioned from their glances?
From their glances against them as arrows?
مِن كُلِّ واضِحَةِ الثَنايا طَرفُها
يُبدي السَقامَ وَلَيسَ فيهِ سَقامُ
From every woman with gleaming front teeth, whose gaze
The eyes of each fair-faced one whose locks are showing
displays a languor, though no illness is in it.
Betray sickness though there is no sickness.
لَمَياءُ في فيها لِراشِفِ ثَغرِها
حَبُّ الغَمامِ مُنَظَّماً وَمُدامُ
Dark-lipped, she has in her mouth, for one who sips her lips,
Water in her mouth for one who kisses her juicy lips -
hailstones in a row, and wine.
The love of clouds regulated and continual.
أَصبو إِلى أَثلاتِ نَجدٍ كُلَّما
وَمضُ البَريقِ عَلى الغُوَيرِ يُشامُ
I yearn for Najd's tamarisks whenever
I yearn for the lost one of Al-Udhayb and its shaded
lightning is glimpsed flashing over al-Ghuwayr.
Guest-house, hospitable and fragrant with perfumes.
وَيَشوقُني ضالُ العُذَيبِ وَظِلُّهُ ال
ضافي وَرَندٌ بِالحِمى وَبشامُ
And I long for al-ʿUdhayb's wild lote tree and its
How can I get there when the judge of love
spreading shade, and laurel and balsam in al-Hima.
Has decreed my death while my adversary lives?
كَيفَ السَبيلُ وَقَد قَضى قاضي الهَوى
فيهِ بِقَتلي وَالغَريمُ غَرامُ
What way is there, when love's judge has ruled
Nights have passed and days gone by -
that I must die, and passion is the claimant?
Good were those nights and days!
وَلَّت لُيَيلاتٌ وَأَيّامٌ مَضَت
نِعمَ اللَيالي كُنَّ وَالأَيّامُ
Little nights are gone, and days have passed—
With each fair-faced one whose veil reveals her mouth,
what splendid nights and days they were!
My mouth was veiled by hers in embracing hugs.
مَع كُلِّ واضِحَةِ اللِّثامِ لَها فَمي
بِاللَثمِ في ضَمِّ العِناقِ لِثامُ
With every woman radiant beneath her veil, my mouth
The beloved came by for a visit when
was her veil of kisses in the clasp of an embrace.
No one reproached him for his boldness.
زارَ الحَبيبُ ولاتَ حينَ زِيارَةٍ
إِذ لَم يَرُعهُ عَنِ اللِّمامِ مَلامُ
The beloved visited, though it was no time for a visit,
At night, on foot, he came from Hajir,
for no reproach deterred him from coming.
Walking as darkness compounded darkness.
في لَيلَةٍ مُتَرَجِّلاً مِن حاجِرٍ
عَسفاً وَقَد رَكِبَ الظَلامَ ظلامُ
One night, on foot from Hajir,
He strode over wildcat burrows and trod on
venturing tracklessly, while the cruel one rode the darkness.
The nesting places of ostriches while they were right before him.
يَخطو أَفاحيصَ القَطا وَيَدوسُ أُد
حِيَّ النَعامِ وَهُنَّ مِن قُدّامُ
He steps over sandgrouse nests and treads upon
Woe to him! How did he find his way to me
ostrich nesting hollows lying before him.
When he traveled from Hajir to my abode in Damascus?
واهاً لَهُ أَنّى اِهتَدى لَمّا سَرى
مِن حاجِرٍ نَحوي وَداري الشامُ
Ah, how did he find his way when he journeyed by night
He came to me in a dream addressing me - he whose
from Hajir toward me, while my home is al-Sham?
Waking speech I never heard.
وافى إِلَيَّ مُخاطِباً في النَومِ مَن
لَم يَبدُ لي يَقظانَ مِنهُ كَلامُ
He came to me speaking in sleep, one
How could I forget - no, I never forget - my beloved and his words:
from whom I had heard no word while awake.
"The departure draws near tomorrow, so the stay has become difficult."
ما أَنسَ لا أَنسَ الحَبيبَ وَقَولَهُ
أَزِفَ الرَحيلُ غَداً وَعَزَّ مَقامُ
Whatever I forget, I shall not forget the beloved and his words:
They saddled their camels, and each fine lady
“Departure is imminent tomorrow, and staying is hard.”
Had the reins of separation in her hand the next morning.
زَمّوا مَطاياهُم فَكُلُّ نَجيبَةٍ
في رَأسِها بِيَدِ الفِراقِ زِمامُ
They bridled their mounts; every noble she-camel
They said: "Tomorrow is the day of departure," but I replied:
has on her head a rein in separation's hand.
"No, rather tears will flow at the parting."
قالوا غَداً يَومُ النَوى فَأَجَبتُهُم
لا بَل يُحَمُّ لَدى الفِراقِ حِمامُ
They said, “Tomorrow is the day of parting,” and I replied,
They departed from before me - faces and places -
“No: at separation, death is decreed.”
So dawn and darkness embraced.
وَسَفَرنَ لي عَن أَوجُهٍ وَغَدائِرٍ
فَتَعانَقَ الإِصباحُ وَالإِظلامُ
They unveiled for me their faces and their tresses,
They are the beloveds who pierce our hearts
and dawn and darkness embraced.
With glances from hostile eyes like arrows.
هُنَّ الحَبائِبُ راشِقاتُ قُلوبِنا
مِن لَحظِ أَعداءٍ لَهُنَّ سِهامُ
They are the beloved women who shoot at our hearts;
Were it not for fear of Allah, their beautiful idols
their arrows are drawn from the glances of enemies.
Would have led me to the paganism of ignorance.
لَولا اِتِّقاءُ اللَهِ قادَتنا لِدي
نِ الجاهِلِيَّةِ هَذِهِ الأَصنامُ
Were it not for fear of God, we would be led to
The Bedouins who prize zeal and do not neglect reins
the religion of the pagan age by these idols.
Have gone, while I remain among fools like cattle
ذَهَبَ الأَعاريبُ الَّذينَ لَدَيهِمُ
يُحمى الذِمارُ وَلا يَضيعُ ذِمامُ
Gone are the Bedouins among whom
In an era where they are ostriches when we meet.
honor was defended, and pledges of protection never betrayed.
I will surely strike my tents and head out, seeking
وَبَقيتُ في سُفَهاءَ كَالأَنعامِ في
عَهدٍ وَهُم عِندَ اللِقاءِ نَعامُ
I remain among fools, like livestock in
The abode of bliss and its generous shade.
keeping a pledge, and ostriches when battle comes.
It is Baalbek, famed for glory and religion -
لَأُقَوِّضَن عَنهُم خِيامي قاصِداً
دارَ النَعيمِ بِظِلِّها الإِنعامُ
I shall surely strike my tents and leave them, bound for
An exalted royal court for the great Bahram.
the abode of bliss, with bounty in its shade.
Its soldiers are fierce lions whose only
هِيَ بَعلَبَكُّ سَمَت بِمَجدِ الدينِ بَه
رَم شاهَ دانَ لِشَأوِهِ بَهرامُ
It is Baalbek, exalted by Majd al-Din
Weapons are sharp blades on the day of battle.
Bahram Shah, to whose eminence Bahram submits.
Its armies are like spears, and Bahram is their point,
فَجُنودُهُ الأُسدُ الضَواري ما لَها
إِلّا القَنا يَومَ الوَغى آجامُ
His soldiers are predatory lions, who have
Not hesitating to plunge into the heart of an army.
no thickets on battle day but spears.
Its bows are messengers of death to the enemies,
وَجُيوشُهُ كَالرُمحِ وَهوَ سِنانُهُ
عَن قَلبِ جَيشٍ ما لَهُ إِحجامُ
His armies are a spear, and he its point,
Striking souls so bodies fall down lifeless.
from the heart of an army that knows no retreat.
In his right hand, the sword is shining bright,
وَلِقَوسِهِ رُسُلُ المَنونِ إِلى العِدا
تُصمي النُفوسَ فَتَسقُطُ الأَجسامُ
His bow has messengers of death bound for the foes;
Shedding blood while the clouds are darkness.
they slay souls outright, and bodies fall.
The eyes of polytheists weep from its lethal blows
وَالسَيفُ في يُمناهُ بَرقٌ لامِعٌ
يُجري دِماءً وَالعَجاجُ غَمامُ
The sword in his right hand is flashing lightning,
Against the idolaters while Islam smiles.
pouring blood, while battle-dust is a cloud.
Upon him is a coat of mail made from the weaving
تَبكي عُيونُ الشِركِ مِنهُ لِفَتكِهِ
بِالمُشرِكينَ وَيَضحَكُ الإِسلامُ
The eyes of polytheism weep because of him, for his slaughter
Of David - perfectly constructed by him.
of the polytheists, while Islam laughs.
His steed is a sea, surging with its saddle,
وَعَلَيهِ دِرعٌ فاضَةٌ مِن نَسجِ دا
وودَ النَبِيِّ لِسَردِها إِحكامُ
Upon him is an ample coat of mail, woven by
A sea over which the neighing of a stallion echoes.
the prophet David, its links wrought to perfection.
He did not desire any lofty affair
وَحِصانُهُ بَحرٌ يَموجُ بِسَرجِهِ
بَحرٌ وَيَزأَرُ فَوقَهُ ضِرغامُ
His stallion is a sea; upon its saddle surges
Except to find it achieved, unmatched.
a sea, and above it roars a lion.
Neither far nor near do his enemies feel safe
ما رامَ أَمراً في المَعالي راقِياً
إِلّا وَأَصبَحَ فيهِ لَيسَ يُرامُ
Never has he sought a goal, ascending to high honors,
Awake or asleep, out of fear of him.
but he has become beyond reach within it.
He is like an angry lion, leaping up
لَم تَحلُ مِن أَعدائِهِ مِن خَوفِهِ
قُرباً وَبُعداً يَقظَةٌ وَمَنامُ
His enemies, through fear of him, find no sweetness,
To pounce on the spines of heroes - such is his habit.
near or far, in waking or in sleep.
O you of generous hands and favors that give life
كَاللَيثِ مُنتَفِضاً لِوَثبَتِهِ عَلى
شَثنِ البَراثِنِ دَأبُهُ الإِقدامُ
Like a lion, bristling for his leap on
To the poor and the orphans!
thick, rough paws; his habit is bold advance.
Pray to Allah sincerely, sacrifice willingly -
يا ذا الأَيادي البيضِ وَالمِنَنِ الَّتي
تَحيا بِها الفُقَراءُ وَالأَيتامُ
O you of white hands and favors through which
For your critics are humiliation and subjugation.
the poor and the orphans live!
By your hand is the pen to which east and west
لِلَهِ رَبِّكَ صَلِّ وَاِنحَر مُخلِصاً
فَلِشانِئيكَ الذُلُّ وَالإِرغامُ
Pray to God, your Lord, and offer sacrifice sincerely;
Have submitted in their highest pursuits.
humiliation and abasement are your haters' lot.
How remarkable is the cleft-tongued critic with his inscription -
وَبِكَفِّكَ القَلَمُ الَّذي دانَت لَهُ
شَرقاً وَغَرباً في العُلا الأَقلامُ
In your palm is the pen to which
No wonder, grammar, eloquence, or illiteracy!
all pens bow in eminence, east and west.
It is as if he apportioned sustenance and lifespans -
فَاِعجَب لِمَشقوقِ اللِسانِ بِنَقشِهِ ال
إِغرابُ وَالإِعرابُ وَالإِعجامُ
Marvel at its split tongue: in its inscriptions are
Dividing them with his right hand that decides fates.
novel artistry, vowel marks, and distinguishing dots.
If he but writes a line, momentous affairs ensue, for in
فَكَأَنَّما الأَرزاقُ وَالآجالُ قَس
سَمَها بِهِ بِيَمينِهِ القَسّامُ
It is as though livelihoods and lifespans were
Your right hand, O writer, is the numbering pen.
apportioned by the Allotter with it in his right hand.
Lofty ambitions have been raised for you in battle
إِن دَقَّ خَطاً جَلَّ خَطباً فَهوَ في
يُمنى يَدَيكَ الأَرقَمُ الرَقّامُ
If fine in script, it is mighty in import; it is, in
As a banner beneath which other banners bow down.
your right hand, a spotted serpent that writes.
Victory and support are tied to your sweetness,
رَفَعَت لَكَ الهِمَمُ العَوالي في الوَغى
عَلَماً تَنَكَّسُ دونَهُ الأَعلامُ
Your lofty ambitions raised for you, in battle,
As are annulment and confirmation.
a banner before which other banners droop.
You hold a position none in our time desired
فَالنَصرُ وَالتَأييدُ مَعقودانِ في
عَذَباتِهِ وَالنَقضُ وَالإِبرامُ
Victory and support are bound into
Except for the one who is the imam of the age.
its streamers, with the power to annul and affirm.
For you is eternal life throughout the ages, and for the one
لَكَ مَنصِبٌ لَم يَشأَهُ في دَهرِنا
إِلا الَّذي هُوَ لِلزَّمانِ إِمامُ
Yours is a rank none has surpassed in our age,
You have left behind, greetings and peace.
except he who is the imam of the age.
The trees of your lineage among the Ayyubids, O excellent
فَلكَ البَقاءُ مَدى الزَمانِ وَلِلَّذي
خُلِّفتَ عَنهُ تَحِيَّةٌ وَسَلامُ
May you endure for all time; and to the one
Fruits adorned with colorful sleeves.
for whom you serve as deputy, greetings and peace.
So speak out boldly, for among kings you have no rival
شَجَراتُ عيصِكَ في بَني أَيّوبَ يا
نِعَةٌ يَزينُ ثِمارَها الأَكمامُ
The trees of your grove among the sons of Ayyub are
When fathers and uncles are remembered.
fruitful; calyxes adorn their fruit.
You are the one in whose every hair follicle
فَاِبجَح فَما لَكَ في المُلوكِ مُساجِلٌ
إِذ يُذكَرُ الآباءُ وَالأَعمامُ
Rejoice: among kings you have no rival
Is a vigilant, protecting lion.
when fathers and paternal uncles are named.
This is a position in which every pretentious babbler before you
أَنتَ الَّذي في كُلِّ مَنبِتِ شَعرَةٍ
مِنهُ هِزَبرٌ عاصِمٌ وَعِصامُ
You are he at whose every hair-root
Is an utterly confused stammerer.
there is a protecting lion and a safeguard.
You have a dynasty that surpasses all kingdoms,
هَذا مقامٌ فيهِ كُلُّ مُفَوَّهٍ
غَيري لَدَيكَ مُفَهَّهٌ تَمتامُ
This is a station where every eloquent speaker
With servants for every noble deed.
other than me is before you tongue-tied and stammering.
Its parts are proportionate in the heights,
لَكَ دَولَةٌ دُوَلُ المُلوكِ بِأَسرِها
في كُلِّ مَكرُمَةٍ لَها خُدامُ
Yours is a realm to which the realms of all kings
Like pearls arranged in an ornamental string.
are servants in every noble deed.
May the granter of might keep mighty support
أَعضاؤُها مُتَناسِباتٌ في العُلا
مِثلُ الفَرائِدِ زانَهُنَّ نِظامُ
Its members are harmoniously matched in eminence,
For the religion - the enemy is thereby restrained through you.
like choice pearls made beautiful by their string.
You have lofty mansions, each of which
أَبقى مُعِزُّ الدينِ عِزّاً أَقعَساً
لِلدينِ مِنكَ بِهِ العَدُوُّ يُضامُ
Muʿizz al-Din has left an unyielding might
Contains marvels the highest banners seek.
for the faith in you, by which the foe is humbled.
Abodes filled with blessings within blessings -
وَلَكَ القُصورُ المُنشَآتُ فَكُلُّها
في بَحرِ ما تُستَحسَنُ الأَعلامُ
Yours are the towering palaces; every one
With you, the generous gifts flow freely.
stands in a sea; mountains win no admiration.
You have honorable, noble sons - no surprise
دورٌ حَوَت بِركاتُها بَرَكاتِها
فَالسَلسَبيلُ بِها لَدَيكَ رُخامُ
Houses whose pools hold their blessings;
That the generous beget the generous.
there, with you, Salsabil is marble.
They have not abandoned the garments of good fortune, wearing
وَلَكَ البَنونَ الأَكرَمونَ مَغارِساً
لا غَروَ أَن تَلِدَ الكِرامَ كِرامُ
Yours are sons of the noblest roots;
Robes that turtledoves have not touched.
no wonder that the noble bear the noble.
They are the crescent moons growing, or do you see
لا فارَقوا حُلَلَ السُعودِ مَلابِساً
ما أُلبِسَت أَطواقَهُنَّ حَمامُ
May they never shed the robes of good fortune they wear,
Among them the full moons of kingship?
so long as doves are clothed in their neck-rings.
So greet in peace what was once familiar
فَهُمُ الأَهِلَّةُ نامِياتٌ أَو تَرى
مِنهُم بُدورَ المُلكِ وَهيَ تَمامُ
They are growing crescents—or you may see
With the name now customary since past days.
in them full moons of kingship, perfectly complete.
And delight in the holidays after independence from
فَاِسلَم وَدُم ما صاحَبَت أَلِفاً بِالاس
مِ السابِقِ المَعهودِ يَوماً لامُ
Stay safe and endure as long as an alif is joined
Familiar friends in Arabizing their names.
by a lam in the familiar name already mentioned.
وَتَهَنَّ بِالأَعيادِ ما اِستَغنَت عَنِ ال
أَلِفاتِ في تَعريبِها الأَعلامُ
And rejoice in the festivals as long as there is no need for
alifs in the Arabic inflection of proper names.
Sol 6.1