أَجِدَّكَ لا يَصحو الفُؤادُ المُعَلَّلُ
وَقَد لاحَ مِن شَيبٍ عِذارٌ وَمِسحَلُ
Truly, will the hope-soothed heart never come to its senses,
though gray has appeared in sideburn and beard?
أَلا لَيتَ أَنَّ الظاعِنينَ بِذي الغَضا
أَقاموا وَبَعضَ الآخَرينَ تَحَمَّلوا
Ah, if only those departing at Dhu al-Ghada
had stayed, and some of the others had left!
فَيَوماً يُجارينَ الهَوى غَيرَ ما صِباً
وَيَوماً تَرى مِنهُنَّ غولاً تَغَوَّلُ
One day they humor love, without youthful infatuation,
and another day you see among them a shape-shifting ghoul.
أَلا أَيُّها الوادي الَّذي بانَ أَهلُهُ
فَساكِنُ مَغناهُم حَمامٌ وَدُخَّلُ
Ah, O valley whose people have departed,
now doves and warblers inhabit their dwelling.
فَمَن راقَبَ الجَوزاءَ أَو باتَ لَيلُهُ
طَويلاً فَلَيلي بِالمَجازَةِ أَطوَلُ
Whoever watched al-Jawza, or found his night
long—my night at al-Majaza is longer.
بَكى دَوبَلٌ لا يَرقَءُ اللَهُ دَمعَهُ
أَلا إِنَّما يَبكي مِنَ الذُلِّ دَوبَلُ
Dawbal wept—may God never staunch his tears!
Indeed, Dawbal weeps only from humiliation.
جَزِعتَ اِبنَ ذاتِ الفَلسِ لَمّا تَدارَكَت
مِنَ الحَربِ أَنيابٌ عَلَيكَ وَكَلكَلُ
You quailed, son of the woman of the copper coin, when there converged
upon you the fangs and breast of war.
فَإِنَّكَ وَالجَحّافَ يَومَ تَحُضُّهُ
أَرَدتَ بِذاكَ المُكثَ وَالوِردُ أَعجَلُ
For you, with al-Jahhaf, on the day you spurred him on,
sought delay by that, but the approach to water was swifter.
سَرى نَحوَكُم لَيلٌ كَأَنَّ نُجومَهُ
قَناديلُ فيهِنَّ الذُبالُ المُفَتَّلُ
A night advanced toward you, as though its stars
were lamps with twisted wicks within them.
فَما اِنشَقَّ ضَوءُ الصُبحِ حَتّى تَعَرَّفوا
كَراديسَ يَهديهِنَّ وَردٌ مُحَجَّلُ
Dawn's light had scarcely broken when they made out
battalions led by a reddish, white-stockinged horse.
فَقَد قَذَفَت مِن حَربِ قَيسٍ نِساؤُكُم
بِأَولادِها مِنها تَمامٌ وَمُعجَلُ
So war with Qays drove your women to cast forth
their children—some full-term and some premature.
وَمَقتولَةٌ صَبراً تَرى عِندَ رِجلِها
بَقيراً وَأُخرى ذاتُ بَعلٍ تُوَلوِلُ
And a woman slain in captivity—you see at her feet
a child cut from her womb; another married woman wails.
وَقَد قَتَلَ الجَحّافُ أَولادَ نِسوَةٍ
يَسوقُ اِبنُ خَلّاسٍ بِهِنَّ وَعَزهَلُ
And al-Jahhaf killed the children of women
whom Ibn Khallas and ʿAzhal drive along.
تَقولُ لَكَ الثَكلى المُصابُ حَليلُها
أَبا مالِكٍ ما في الظَعائِنِ مَغزَلُ
The bereaved mother, her husband struck down, says to you:
“Abu Malik, among the women in litters there is no doe with a fawn.”
حَضَضتُ عَلى القَومِ الَّذينَ تَرَكتَهُم
تَعُلُّ الرُدَينِيّاتُ فيهِم وَتَنهَلُ
I urged an attack upon the people you abandoned,
while Rudayni spears drink among them, again and afresh.
عُقابُ المَنايا تَستَديرُ عَلَيهِمُ
وَشُعثُ النَواصي لُجمُهُنَّ تَصَلصَلُ
Death's eagle circles above them,
and the bridles of shaggy-forelocked horses jangle.
بِدِجلَةَ إِن كَرّوا فُقَيسٌ وَراءَهُم
صُفوفاً وَإِن راموا المَخاضَةَ أَوحَلوا
At the Tigris, if they wheel back, Qays are behind them,
in ranks; and if they attempt the ford, they become mired.
وَما زالَتِ القَتلى تَمورُ دِماؤُها
بِدِجلَةَ حَتّى ماءَ دِجلَةَ أَشكَلُ
And the blood of the slain kept surging
in the Tigris, until the Tigris's water was tinged red.
فَإِلّا تَعَلَّق مِن قُرَيشٍ بِذِمَّةٍ
فَلَيسَ عَلى أَسيافِ قَيسٍ مُعَوَّلُ
So unless you cling to a pledge of protection from Quraysh,
there is no relying on the swords of Qays.
لَنا الفَضلُ في الدُنيا وَأَنفُكَ راغِمٌ
وَنَحنُ لَكُم يَومَ القِيامَةِ أَفضَلُ
Ours is preeminence in this world, with your nose in the dust,
and we are superior to you on the Day of Resurrection.
وَقَد شَقَّقَت يَومَ الرَحوبِ سُيوفُنا
عَواتِقَ لَم يَثبُت عَلَيهِنَّ مِحمَلُ
And on the day of al-Rahub our swords split open
shoulders upon which no sword strap held firm.
أَجارَ بَنو مَروانَ مِنهُم دِماءكُم
فَمَن مِن بَني مَروانَ أَعلى وَأَفضَلُ
The sons of Marwan kept them from shedding your blood;
who, then, is loftier and nobler than the sons of Marwan?
Sol 6.1