وافَت تَتيه فَما رَنت لَكَ جذرا
إِلّا أرتك مِن اللحاظِ غَضَنفَرا
She came, swaying proudly; never did she gaze at you as a gazelle
without showing you a lion in her glances.
هَيفاء رَنّحها الصبا فَكَأَنَّما
سقيت مَعاطفها العَواطف مكسرا
A slender-waisted beauty whom the east wind made sway, as though
her supple curves had been given tender passions to drink as intoxicating wine.
وَأمالها عزُّ الدَلال فَخلتها
غُصناً ثَنَتهُ لِيَ الشَمائل مُثمِرا
The pride of coyness bent her, and I imagined her
a fruit-laden bough that gentle breezes had inclined toward me.
وَتَبسّمَت فَجَلت عَوارض أَغيدٍ
أَحوى حَوى كلّ المَحاسن أَحوَرا
She smiled, revealing the side-teeth of a languid beauty,
dark-lipped, gathering every charm, with wide, deep-black eyes.
فَنَظرت ما بَين العذيب وَبارق
دَمعي وَصَبري منجداً وَمغورا
Then I beheld what lay between al-ʿUdhayb and Bāriq:
my tears and my patience—one Najd-bound, the other descending to the lowlands.
ما رحت ياقوت المَدامع ناثِراً
إِلّا رَأَيت الثَغر يَنظم جَوهَرا
Never did I go on scattering the rubies of my tears
without seeing the smiling mouth string pearls.
فَكَأَنَّما هُوَ مِن نِظام مُهذَّبٍ
حُرٍّ برقّته سَما أَسمى ذرى
It seemed as though he were, by the ordered canon of my creed,
a nobleman who through his refinement rose to the loftiest peaks—
فطن تسمّى بِالخَليل لِأَنَّهُ
يروي الوَفاء عَن الَّذي سَنّ القرى
an astute man named al-Khalīl, because he
transmits fidelity from the one who instituted hospitality.
هُوّ ذَلِكَ الخلّ الوَفيّ فَلا خَلا
مِنهُ حِمىً بِاللطفِ أَصبَح مُزهرا
He is that faithful friend; may my sanctuary never be
bereft of him—through his kindness it has blossomed.
أَمسى يَصوغ حلى القَريض بِفكرةٍ
لا تُخطئُ المَعنى البَديع تَدبّرا
At evening he fashions the ornaments of verse with a mind
whose reflection never misses an exquisite meaning,
وَنَباهة بِصَفاءِ ذهنٍ رائِقٍ
لَم يَغدُ منهلهُ الشَهيُّ مكدّرا
and with acuity born of the clarity of a limpid intellect,
whose delightful spring has never grown turbid.
أَهدى لَنا عَذراء شَمس فَصاحَةٍ
عَن وَجهِها صُبح البَلاغة أَسفَرا
He bestowed on us a maiden, a sun of eloquence;
from her face the dawn of rhetoric broke forth unveiled.
ما إِن أَرى ثَمَناً لَها فَأجيدهُ
أَو حرّةٍ مِنّا تُباع فَتُشتَرى
I can see no price for her that I could ever furnish,
nor is a freeborn woman among us sold and then bought.
كَلّا وَلَيسَ لِمثلها مَهر فَقَد
عَزَّت بِباهر حُسنِها أن تمهرا
No indeed! Nor is there a dowry for one like her, for
her dazzling beauty has made her too precious to be dowered.
لا زالَ ناسج برد لُطف جَمالها
مُتَحلّياً بِحلى النَجابة في الوَرى
May the weaver of the mantle of her beauty’s grace ever remain
adorned with the ornaments of nobility among humankind.
ما فاحَ مِن تِلكَ الشَمائل شَمأل
بِعَبيره أَرج العَباهر عُطّرا
Whenever a north wind breathes perfume from those gracious traits,
its fragrance makes even the fragrant blossoms exhale perfume;
أَو ما صَفا ودُّ الخَليل فَأنشدت
لا زالَ هَذا الودّ متّثق العُرى
or whenever al-Khalīl’s affection runs pure, I recite:
May this affection never cease, its bonds firmly knit.
Sol 5.6