رُدّوا التَحِيَّةَ أَيُّها السَفرُ
وَقِفوا فَإِنَّ وُقوفَكُم أَجرُ
Greetings, O traveler! Stop for stopping has reward
What loss in stopping when rain slakes your thirst?
ماذا عَلَيكُم في وُقوفِكُمُ
رَيثَ السُؤالِ سَقاكُمُ القَطرُ
By God, your Lord, have you no news
Of Mecca and its people that you've heard?
بِاللَهِ رَبِّكُمُ أَما لَكُمُ
بِالمَشعَرَينِ وَأَهلِهِ خُبرُ
Came you not Minā with pilgrims thronged
From 'Amr's mother, of him they speak the word?
أَوَما أَتاكُمُ بِالمُحَصَّبِ مِن مِنىً
مِن أُمِّ عَمروٍ تِربِها ذِكرُ
A Meccan girl, for whom his heart is seized,
Grief forgot, he finds no patience stirred,
مَكِيَّةٌ هامَ الفُؤادُ بِها
نَسيَ العَزاءَ فَما لَهُ صَبرُ
Swaying in her saddle, like a palace fair,
In youth's fresh bloom, a goddess he's adored.
مُرتَجَّةُ الرَدفَينِ بَهكَنَةٌ
رُؤدُ الشَبابِ كَأَنَّها قَصرُ
To him her fate's ordained a time to kill,
For all things come to pass as fate's preferred.
قَدَرَت لَهُ حَيناً لِتَقتُلَهُ
وَلِكُلِّ ما هُوَ كائِنٌ قَدرُ
The month being as a day, if you're content,
The day a month, if wrath in you's incurred.
الشَهرُ مِثلُ اليَومِ إِن رَضيَت
وَاليَومُ إِن غَضِبَت بِهِ شَهرُ
A lovely houri, her kiss is sweet,
Pure wine it seems, the taste of wine conferred.
حَوراءُ آنِسَةٌ مُقَبَّلُها
عَذبٌ كَأَنَّ مَذاقَهُ خَمرُ
Ambergris in musk her breath perfumed,
And cloves that waft when morning's winds have spurred.
وَالعَنبَرُ المَسحوقُ خالَطَهُ
وَقَرَنفُلٌ يَأتي بِهِ النَشرُ
Gleaming she moves amid the dark, the gloom
Like moon dispelling night, her rays unblurred.
وَإِذا تَراءَت في الظَلامِ جَلَت
دُجنَ الظَلامِ كَأَنَّها بَدرُ
Languid her motions, by shyness rendered weak,
A timid doe, by awe of man deterred.
وَتَنو فَتَصرَعُها عَجيزَتُها
مَمشى الضَعيفِ يَؤودُهُ البُهرُ
The sun beneath her veil seems to shine through,
Or jar poured fresh that rain's abundance spurred.
وَكَأَنَّ ضَوءَ الشَمسِ تَحتَ قِناعِها
أَو مُزنَةً أَدنى بِها القَطرُ
At you she glanced with eyes like spindles twirled,
A houri whose gaze the faint of heart have stirred,
نَظَرَت إِلَيكَ بِعَينِ مُغزِلَةٍ
حَوراءَ خالَطَ طَرفَها فَترُ
Her silver legs as if of wine they reek
Frequented by the rain and wine conferred.
وَكَأَنَّ سِمطَيها عَلى رَشَإٍ
مُرتادُهُ الغيطانُ وَالخَمرُ
