أَزُرتَ دِيارَ الحَيِّ أَم لا تَزورُها
وَأَنّى مِنَ الحَيِّ الجِمادُ فَدورُها
Have you visited the tribe's dwellings, or will you not visit them?
And how far from the tribe are al-Jimad and its dwellings!
وَما تَنفَعُ الدارُ المُحيلَةُ ذا الهَوى
إِذا اِستَنَّ أَعرافاً عَلا الدارَ مورُها
And what use is the desolate dwelling to one in love,
When its swirling dust races in crests and rises over the dwelling?
كَأَنَّ دِيارَ الحَيِّ مِن قِدَمِ البِلى
قَراطيسُ رُهبانٍ أَحالَت سُطورُها
The tribe's dwellings, from long decay, seem
Like monks' scrolls whose lines have faded;
كَما ضَرَبَت في مِعصَمٍ حارِثِيَّةٌ
يَمانِيَّةٌ بِالوَشمِ باقٍ نُؤورُها
Like the marks a Harithite woman pricked into a wrist,
A Yemeni woman tattooing, her soot still remaining.
تَفوتُ الرُماةَ الوَحشُ وَهيَ غَريرَةٌ
وَتَخشى نَوارُ الوَحشَ ما لا يَضيرُها
Wild beasts elude the archers, though unwary,
Yet Nawar fears beasts that do her no harm.
لَئِن زَلَّ يَوماً بِالفَرَزدَقِ حِلمُهُ
وَكانَ لِقَيسٍ حاسِداً لا يَضيرُها
If al-Farazdaq's judgment should fail him one day,
And he envy Qays, he will do it no harm.
مِنَ الحينِ سُقتَ الخورَ خورَ مُجاشِعٍ
إِلى حَربِ قَيسٍ وَهيَ حامٍ سَعيرُها
To your ruin, you drove the weaklings, Mujashiʿ's weaklings,
Into war with Qays, its blaze burning hot.
كَأَنَّكَ يا اِبنَ القَينِ واهِبُ سَيفِهِ
لِأَعدائِهِ وَالحَربُ تَغلي قُدورُها
You are, son of the smith, like one who gives his sword
To his enemies while war's cauldrons boil.
فَلا تَأمَنَنَّ الحَيَّ قَيساً فَإِنَّهُم
بَنو مُحصَناتٍ لَم تُدَنَّس حُجورُها
Never feel safe from the tribe of Qays, for they are
Sons of chaste women whose laps have never been defiled.
مَيامينَ خَطّارونَ يَحمونَ نِسوَةً
مَناجيبُ تَغلو في قُرَيشٍ مُهورُها
Blessed spear-brandishers who defend women,
Bearers of noble offspring, whose bride-prices soar among Quraysh.
أَلا إِنَّما قَيسٌ نُجومٌ مُضيأَةٌ
يَشُقُّ دُجى الظَلماءِ بِاللَيلِ نورُها
Know that Qays are shining stars,
Whose light cleaves the gloom of the dark night.
تُعَدُّ لِقَيسٍ مِن قَديمِ فِعالِهِم
بُيوتٌ أَواسيها طِوالٌ وَسورُها
Among Qays's deeds of old are reckoned
Houses whose supports and walls stand tall.
فَوارِسُ قَيسٍ يَمنَعونَ حِماهُمُ
وَفيهُم جِبالُ العِزِّ صَعبٌ وُعورُها
The horsemen of Qays defend their protected lands,
And among them are mountains of might, their rugged slopes hard to climb.
وَقَيسٌ هُمُ قَيسُ الأَعِنَّةِ وَالقَنا
وَقَيسٌ حُماةُ الخَيلِ تَدمى نُحورُها
Qays are Qays of the reins and lances,
And Qays defend the horses whose chests bleed.
سُلَيمٌ وَذُبيانٌ وَعَبسٌ وَعامِرٌ
حُصونٌ إِلى عِزٍّ طِوالٌ عُمورُها
Sulaym, Dhubyan, ʿAbs, and ʿAmir—
Fortresses reaching toward might, their structures towering.
أَلَم تَرَ قَيساً لا يُرامُ لَها حِمىً
وَيَقضي بِسُلطانٍ عَلَيكَ أَميرُها
Have you not seen Qays, whose domain none dares assail,
Whose prince rules over you with authority?
مُلوكٌ وَأَخوالُ المُلوكِ وَفيهِمُ
غُيوثُ الحَيا يُحيِ البِلادَ مَطيرُها
Kings and maternal uncles of kings, and among them
Are life-giving rains, whose showers revive the lands.
فَإِنَّ جِبالَ العِزِّ مِن آلِ خِندِفٍ
لِقَيسٍ فَقَد عَزَّت وَعَزَّ نَصيرُها
For the mountains of might among the kin of Khindif
Belong to Qays: it is mighty, and mighty is its champion.
أَلَم تَرَ قَيساً حينَ خارَت مُجاشِعٌ
تُجيرُ وَلا تَلقى قَبيلاً يُجيرُها
Have you not seen Qays, when Mujashiʿ faltered,
Granting protection, while you find no tribe to protect it?
بَني دارِمٍ مَن رَدَّ خَيلاً مُغيرَةً
غَداةَ الصَفا لَم يَنجُ إِلّا عُشورُها
Sons of Darim, who turned back the raiding horsemen
On the morning of al-Safa, when only a tenth escaped?
وَرَدتُم عَلى قَيسٍ بِخورِ مُجاشِعٍ
فَبُؤتُم عَلى ساقٍ بَطيءٍ جُبورُها
You came upon Qays with Mujashiʿ's weaklings,
And returned on a leg whose mending was slow.
كَأَنَّهُمُ بِالشِعبِ مالَت عَلَيهِمُ
نِضادٌ فَأَجبالُ السُتورِ فَنيرُها
As though, in the mountain pass, there had toppled upon them
Nidad, then the mountains of al-Sutur, then its Nir.
لَقَد نَذَرَت جَدعَ الفَرَزدَقِ جَعفَرٌ
إِذا حُزَّ أَنفُ القَينِ حَلَّت نُذورُها
Jaʿfar vowed to cut off al-Farazdaq's nose;
When the smith's nose is severed, its vows are fulfilled.
ذَوُو الحَجَراتِ الشُمِّ مِن آلِ جَعفَرٍ
يُسَلَّمُ جانيها وَيُعطى فَقيرُها
Possessors of lofty enclosures, of Jaʿfar's kin—
Whoever wrongs them is handed over, and their poor are given aid.
حَياتُهُمُ عِزٌّ وَتُبنى لِجَعفَرٍ
إِذا ذَكَرَت مَجدَ الحَياةِ قُبورُها
Their life is glory, and for Jaʿfar are built—
When it recalls the glory of life—its tombs.
وَعَرَّدتُمُ عَن جَعفَرٍ يَومَ مَعبَدٍ
فَأَسلَمَ وَالقَلحاءُ عانٍ أَسيرُها
You fled from Jaʿfar on the day of Maʿbad,
So he surrendered, al-Qalhaʾ's captive in bondage.
أَتَنسَونَ يَومَي رَحرَحانَ وَأُمُّكُم
جَنيبَةُ أَفراسٍ يَخُبُّ بَعيرُها
Do you forget the two days of Rahrahan, while your mother
Was led beside horses, her camel trotting?
وَتَذكُرُ ما بَينَ الضِبابِ وَجَعفَرٍ
وَتَنسَونَ قَتلى لَم تُقَتَّل ثُؤورُها
You recall what lay between al-Dibab and Jaʿfar,
Yet forget the slain whose killers have not been killed.
لَقَد أَكرَهَت زُرقَ الأَسِنَّةِ فيكُمُ
ضُحىً سَمهَرِيّاتٌ قَليلٌ فُطورُها
Blue spearheads were thrust forcibly into you
At midmorning by stout lances, scarcely cracked.
فَقالَ غَناءً عَنكَ في حَربِ جَعفَرٍ
تُغَنّيكَ زَرّاعاتُها وَقُصورُها
Then he said, 'For aid in your war with Jaʿfar,
Its farms and palaces will suffice you.'
إِذا لَم يَكُن إِلّا قُيونَ مُجاشِعٍ
حُماةٌ عَنِ الأَحسابِ ضاعَت ثُغورُها
If none but the smiths of Mujashiʿ
Defend ancestral honor, its frontiers are lost.
أَلَم تَرَ أَنَّ اللَهَ أَخزى مُجاشِعاً
إِذا ذُكِرَت بَعدَ البَلاءِ أُمورُها
Have you not seen that God has disgraced Mujashiʿ,
When its affairs are recounted after the ordeal?
بِأَنَّهُمُ لا مَحرَمٌ يَتَّقونَهُ
وَأَن لا يَفي يَوماً لِجارٍ مُجيرُها
For they heed no sacred prohibition,
And their protector never keeps faith with a neighbor.
لَقَد بُنِيَت يَوماً بُيوتُ مُجاشِعٍ
عَلى الخُبثِ حَتّى قَد أُصِلَّت قُعورُها
Mujashiʿ's houses were once built
On filth, until their depths turned putrid.
فَكَم فيهِمُ مِن سَوأَةٍ ذاتِ أَفرُخٍ
تُعَدُّ وَأُخرى قَد أُتِمَّت شُهورُها
How many a shame among them, with chicks of its own,
Is counted, and another's months are already complete!
بَنو نَخَباتٍ لا يَفونَ بِذِمَّةٍ
وَلا جارَةٌ فيهِم تُهابُ سُتورُها
Sons of weaklings, they honor no covenant,
And no woman under their protection has her curtains respected.
وَخَبَّثَ حَوضَ الخورِ خورِ مُجاشِعٍ
رَواحُ المَخازي نَحوَها وَبُكورُها
The weaklings' pool—the weaklings of Mujashiʿ—was befouled
By disgraces coming toward them, evening and morning.
أَفَخراً إِذا رابَت وَطابُ مُجاشِعٍ
وَجاءَت بِتَمرٍ مِن حُوارينَ عيرُها
Is it a boast when Mujashiʿ's milk-skins curdle,
And its caravan brings dates from Huwarin?
بَنو عُشَرٍ لا نَبعَ فيهِ وَخَروَعٍ
وَزِنداهُمُ أَثلٌ تَناوَحَ خورُها
Sons of milkweed, with no nabʿ wood in it, and of castor,
Their two firesticks are tamarisk, its weak stems swaying together.
وَيَكفي خَزيرُ المِرجَلَينِ مُجاشِعاً
إِذا ما السَرايا حَسَّ رَكضاً مُغيرُها
Gruel from two cauldrons suffices Mujashiʿ,
Whenever the war-bands' raider senses galloping.
لَقَد عَلِمَ الأَقوامُ أَنَّ مُجاشِعاً
إِذا عُرِفَت بِالخِزيِ قَلَّ نَكيرُها
The peoples know full well that Mujashiʿ,
When known for disgrace, offers little denial.
وَلا يَعصِمُ الجيرانَ عَقدُ مُجاشِعٍ
إِذا الحَربُ لَم يَرجِع بِصُلحٍ سَفيرُها
Mujashiʿ's pact does not safeguard its neighbors
When, in war, its envoy does not return with peace.
وَفَقَّأَ عَينَي غالِبٍ عِندَ كيرِهِ
نَوازي شَرارِ القَينِ حينَ يُطيرُها
Ghalib's two eyes were put out at his bellows
By the smith's leaping sparks, when he sends them flying.
وَداوَيتُ مِن عَرِّ الفَرَزدَقِ نُقبَةً
بِنِفطٍ فَأَمسَت لا يُخافُ نُشورُها
I treated a patch of al-Farazdaq's mange
With naphtha, so its spread is no longer feared.
وَأَنهَلتُهُ بِالسُمِّ ثُمَّ عَلَلتُهُ
بِكَأسٍ مِنَ الذَيفانِ مُرٌّ عَصيرُها
I gave him a first draught of poison, then another,
With a cup of deadly venom, its juice bitter.
وَآبَ إِلى الأَقيانِ أَلأَمُ وافِدٍ
إِذا حُلَّ عَن ظَهرِ النَجيبَةِ كورُها
The vilest visitor returned to the smiths,
When the saddle was unbound from the fine she-camel's back.
أَيَوماً لِماخورِ الفَرَزدَقِ خَزيَةٌ
وَيَوماً زَواني بابِلٍ وَخُمورُها
Is it one day the shame of al-Farazdaq's brothel,
And another, Babylon's prostitutes and its wines?
إِذا ما شَرِبتَ البابِلِيَّةَ لَم تُبَل
حَياءً وَلا يُسقى عَفيفاً عَصيرُها
If ever you drink Babylonian wine, you care nothing
For modesty; its juice is not poured for a chaste man.
وَما زِلتَ يا عِقدانُ بانِيَ سَوأَةٍ
تُناجي بِها نَفساً لَئيماً ضَميرُها
You have never ceased, O ʿIqdan, building disgrace,
Whispering of it to a soul whose conscience is base.
رَأَيتُكَ لَم تَعقِد حِفاظاً وَلا حِجىً
وَلَكِن مَواخيراً تُؤَدّى أُجورُها
I saw you establish neither honor nor good sense,
But brothels whose fees are paid.
أَثَرتُ عَلَيكَ المُخزِياتِ وَلَم يَكُن
لِيَعدَمَ جاني سَوأَةٍ مَن يُثيرُها
I stirred up disgraces against you; never would
A perpetrator of shame lack someone to expose it.
لَقيتَ شُجاعاً لَم تَلِدهُ مُجاشِعٌ
وَأَخوَفُ حَيّاتِ الجِبالِ ذُكورُها
You have met a fierce serpent, not born of Mujashiʿ,
And the most feared mountain snakes are their males.
وَتَمدَحُ سَعداً لا عَلَيتَ وَمِنقَراً
لَدى حَومَلِ السيدانِ يَحبو عَقيرُها
You praise Saʿd—may you never rise—and Minqar,
At Hawmal of the wolves, their hamstrung beast crawling.
وَدُرتَ عَلى عاسي العُروقِ وَلَم يَكُن
لِيَسقِيَ أَفواهَ العُروقِ دُرورُها
You turned to one with withered veins, but never could
Their flow water the mouths of those veins.
دَعَت أُمُّكَ العَمياءُ لَيلَةَ مِنقَرٍ
ثُبوراً لَقَد زَلَّت وَطالَ ثُبورُها
Your blind mother cried on the night of Minqar
For ruin: she had stumbled, and long was her misery.
أَشاعَت بِنَجدٍ لِلفَرَزدَقِ خَزيَةً
وَغارَت جِبالُ الغَورِ في مَن يَغورُها
She spread a disgrace of al-Farazdaq through Najd,
And it descended into al-Ghawr's mountains among those who go down there.
لَعَمرُكَ ما تُنسى فَتاةُ مُجاشِعٍ
وَلا ذِمَّةٌ غَرَّ الزُبَيرَ غَرورُها
By your life, Mujashiʿ's young woman is not forgotten,
Nor the pledge whose deceiver duped al-Zubayr.
يُلَجِّجُ أَصحابُ السَفينِ بِغَدرِكُم
وَخوصٌ عَلى مَرّانَ تَجري ضُفورُها
Seafarers take word of your treachery onto the open sea,
And sunken-eyed camels race over Marran, their plaited cords streaming.
تَراغَيتُمُ يَومَ الزُبَيرِ كَأَنَّكُم
ضِباعٌ أُصِلَّت في مَغارٍ جُعورُها
You bawled to one another on al-Zubayr's day, as though you were
Hyenas whose dung had rotted inside a cavern.
وَلَو كُنتَ مِنّا ما تَقَسَّمَ جارَكُم
سِباعٌ وَطَيرٌ لَم تَجِد مَن يُطيرُها
Had you been one of us, your neighbor would not have been shared out
By beasts and birds that found no one to drive them away.
وَلَو نَحنُ عاقَدنا الزُبَيرَ لَقيتَهُ
مَكانَ أُنوقٍ ما تُنالُ وُكورُها
Had we made a covenant with al-Zubayr, you would have found him
In the place of a vulture whose nests cannot be reached.
تُدافِعُ قِدماً عَن تَميمٍ فَوارِسي
إِذا الحَربُ أَبدى حَدَّ نابٍ هَريرُها
My horsemen have long fought in Tamim's defense,
When war's snarling bares a fang's sharp edge.
فَمَن مُبلِغٌ عَنّي تَميماً رِسالَةً
عَلانِيَةً وَالنَفسُ نُصحٌ ضَميرُها
Who will convey from me a message to Tamim,
Openly, with sincere counsel in my soul's depths?
عَطَفتُ عَلَيكُم وُدَّ قَيسٍ فَلَم يَكُن
لَهُم بَدَلٌ أَقيانُ لَيلى وَكيرُها
I turned Qays's affection toward you; never could
Layla's smiths and her bellows be a substitute for them.
Sol 6.1