كِلا يَومَي طُوالَةَ وَصلُ أَروى
ظَنونٌ آنَ مَطَّرَحُ الظَنونِ
My days are prolonged in yearning for the quenching of Arwa
Suspicions discarded, no longer harbored
وَما أَروى وَإِن كَرُمَت عَلَينا
بِأَدنى مِن مُوَقَّفَةٍ حَرونِ
And it matters not if she is generous, bestowing upon us
The slightest morsel, it would be a gift
تُطيفُ بِها الرُماةُ وَتَتَّقيهِم
بِأَوعالٍ مُعَطَّفَةِ القُرونِ
Archers circle around it, their twisted horns on guard
And the water I came to draw for Arwa
وَماءٍ قَد وَرَدتُ لِوَصلِ أَروى
عَلَيهِ الطَيرُ كَالوَرَقِ اللَجينِ
Birds flutter over it like moist leaves
I startled the wild cats and drove off from it
ذَعَرتُ بِهِ القَطا وَنَفَيتُ عَنهُ
مَقامَ الذِئبِ كَالرَجُلِ اللَعينِ
The stance of the vicious wolf like a wicked man
And I am not, when worries besiege me
وَلَستُ إِذا الهُمومُ تَحَضَّرَتني
بِأَخضَعَ في الحَوادِثِ مُستَكينِ
The most helpless in calamities
So shed your worries with the incense of Lauh
فَسَلِّ الهَمَّ عَنكَ بِذاتِ لَوثٍ
عُذافِرَةٍ كَمِطرَقَةِ القُيونِ
With smoke like the billows of bellows
When you have brought me and unloaded my gear
إِذا بَلَّغتِني وَحَطَطتِ رَحلي
عَرابَةَ فَاِشرَقي بِدَمِ الوَتينِ
At Araba then gush forth with the blood of sacrifices
To you I sent my she-camel complaining
إِلَيكَ بَعَثتُ راحِلَتي تَشَكّى
كُلوماً بَعدَ مَقحَدِها السَمينِ
Of leanness after her plumpness
So excellent is she who set out to him
فَنِعمَ المُعتَرى رَحَلَت إِلَيهِ
رَحى حَيزومِها كَرَحى الطَحينِ
Her neck grinding like millstones
If she kneels on high ground, she casts off
إِذا بَرَكَت عَلى عَلياءَ أَلقَت
عَسيبَ جِرانِها كَعَصا الهَجينِ
Her saddle ropes like the stick of a vagrant
And if she is prodded onto the hilltops, she descends
وَإِن ضُرِبَت عَلى العِلّاتِ حَطَّت
إِلَيكَ حِطاطَ هادِيَةٍ شَنونِ
To you with the gait of a gentle guide
The first drops from a waterskin its carrier
تُوائِلُ مِن مِصَكٍّ أَنصَبَتهُ
حَوالِبُ أَسهَرَيهِ بِالذَنينِ
Suspended by its loops with twine
Whenever she attacks the wild cats, she leaves them
مَتى يَرِدِ القَطاةَ يَرِك عَلَيها
بِحِنوِ الرَأسِ مُعتَرِضَ الجَبينِ
With a blow of her head butting their brows
Of a tree whose sacred fruit is forbidden to him
شَجٍ بِالريقِ أَن حَرُمَت عَلَيهِ
حَصانُ الفَرجِ واسِقَةُ الجَنينِ
The horse of the valley who nurses the fetus
Bearing the innards of a pregnant she-camel in heat
طَوَت أَحشاءَ مُرتِجَةٍ لِوَقتٍ
عَلى مَشَجٍ سُلالَتُهُ مَهينِ
On a carrier whose lineage is disgraced
She leads them from the valley of palm trees
يَؤُمُّ بِهِنَّ مِن بَطحاءِ نَخلٍ
مَراكِضَ حائِرٍ عَذبٍ مَعينِ
To the trotting place of a lost camel, fresh and sweet
As if the whiskers of her cheeks corralled
كَأَنَّ مَحازَ لَحيَيهِ حَصاهُ
جَنابا جِلدِ أَجرَبَ ذي غُضونِ
The hide of a one-eyed hyena, slick with sap
Her bellows have sweated and freely yielded
وَقَد عَرِقَت مَغابِنُها وَجادَت
بِدِرَّتِها قِرى حَجِنٍ قَتينِ
Pearls from a bracelet, pure white and matched
When the ostrich rests his chicks against
إِذا الأَرطى تَوَسَّدَ أَبرَدَيهِ
خُدودُ جَوازِئٍ بِالرَملِ عينِ
The dunes of sand grouse amidst gravel
And if the shared path puzzles her
وَإِن شَرَكُ الطَريقِ تَوَسَّمَتهُ
بِخَوصاوَينِ في لُحجٍ كَنينٍ
With tracks in the smooth sands of fox burrows
When dawn splits the night away from him
إِذا ما الصُبحُ شَقَّ اللَيلَ عَنهُ
أَشَقَّ كَمَفرَقِ الرَأسِ الدَهينِ
It splits like the shorn head of a sheep
I saw the she-camel of Aus rise up
رَأَيتُ عَرابَةَ الأَوسِيَّ يَسمو
إِلى الخَيراتِ مُنقَطِعَ القَرينِ
To virtues, peerless
Benefiting praise and benefitting glory
أَفادَ مَحامِداً وَأَفادَ مَجداً
فَلَيسَ كَجامِدٍ لَحِزٍ ضَنينِ
For she is no lifeless clod of clay
Whenever a flag is raised for glory
إِذا ما رايَةٌ رُفِعَت لِمَجدٍ
تَلَقّاها عَرابَةُ بِاليَمينِ
Arwa meets it with her right hand
And none can match the elite of your clan
وَمِثلُ سَراةِ قَومِكَ لَم يُجارَوا
إِلى رُبُعِ الرِهانِ وَلا الثَمينِ
To a quarter of the wager or value
Spears of Rudaina and seas of Lujj
رِماحُ رُدَينَةٍ وَبِحارُ لُجٍّ
غَوارِبُها تَقاذَفُ بِالسَفينِ
Their diving ships tossing with the vessels
A ransom for your abundant generosity
فِدىً لِعَطائِكَ الجَزلِ المُرَجّى
رَجاءَ المُخلَفاتِ مِنَ الظُنونِ
Hoped for by suspicions of doubts
On a morning I found your sea no meager pool
غَداةَ وَجَدتُ بَحرَكَ غَيرَ نَزرٍ
مَشارِعُهُ وَلا كَدِرَ العُيونِ
With waves beyond count and no muddy visions
