ظَفِرَتtriumphed سِهامُthe arrows of فَواتِرِlanguid الأَلحاظِthe glances
ظَفِرَت سِهامُ فَواتِرِ الأَلحاظِ
فَرَمَتso they hurled صَميمَthe very core of قُلوبِناour hearts بِشُواظِwith flame
فَرَمَت صَميمَ قُلوبِنا بِشُواظِ
The arrows of languid glances triumphed,
So they hurled flame at the very core of our hearts.
ظَلَّتthey continued تُقاتِلُfighting لِلمُقاتِلِfor the combatant أَسهُماًas arrows
ظَلَّت تُقاتِلُ لِلمُقاتِلِ أَسهُماً
أَغنَتdispensed عَنِwith الأَفواقِthe arrow-nocks وَالأَرعاظِand the arrowhead sockets
أَغنَت عَنِ الأَفواقِ وَالأَرعاظِ
They went on fighting, arrows for the combatant,
Dispensing with nocks and arrowhead sockets.
ظَلَمَتwronged ظِباءُthe gazelles of الخَيفِal-Khayf حينَwhen مَنَحتُهاI granted them
ظَلَمَت ظِباءُ الخَيفِ حينَ مَنَحتُها
حِفظَkeeping العُهودِthe pledges وَجَهدُهاand their endeavor إِحفاظيangering me
حِفظَ العُهودِ وَجَهدُها إِحفاظي
The gazelles of al-Khayf wronged me when I granted them
Faithfulness to pledges; their whole endeavor was to anger me.
ظَبياتُgazelles of أُنسٍcompanionship صَيدُهُنَّhunting them مُحَرَّمٌis forbidden
ظَبياتُ أُنسٍ صَيدُهُنَّ مُحَرَّمٌ
يَرتَعنَthey graze ماwhat lies بَينَbetween الصَفاal-Safa فَعُكاظِand Ukaz
يَرتَعنَ ما بَينَ الصَفا فَعُكاظِ
Tame gazelles, forbidden to be hunted,
Graze between al-Safa and Ukaz.
ظَعَنواthey departed فَبِتُّso I spent the night أَسُحُّpouring out دَمعيmy tears بَعدَهُمafter them
ظَعَنوا فَبِتُّ أَسُحُّ دَمعي بَعدَهُم
وَأُجيلُand I turn فيthrough تِلكَthose الدِيارِdwellings لِحاظيmy gaze
وَأُجيلُ في تِلكَ الدِيارِ لِحاظي
They departed; I spent the night pouring out tears after them,
And turning my gaze about those dwellings.
ظِفريmy fingernail لِسِنّيagainst my tooth قارِعٌstriking وَمَدامِعيand my tears
ظِفري لِسِنّي قارِعٌ وَمَدامِعي
قَدindeed خَدَّدَتhave furrowed خَدِّيَmy cheek بِالإِلظاظِthrough persistence
قَد خَدَّدَت خَدِّيَ بِالإِلظاظِ
My fingernail strikes my tooth, and my tears
Have furrowed my cheek through their persistence.
ظَنَّsupposed الخَلِيُّthe carefree man بِأَنthat أُحاوِلَI might seek بَعدَهُمafter them
ظَنَّ الخَلِيُّ بِأَن أُحاوِلَ بَعدَهُم
سَكَناًsolace وَدامَand continued بِعَدلِهِthrough his fairness إيقاظيkeeping me awake
سَكَناً وَدامَ بِعَدلِهِ إيقاظي
The carefree man thought that, after them, I might seek
Solace, while his fair judgment kept me awake.
ظُلمٌan injustice إِذاwhen ظَعَنَdeparted الخَليطُthe company وَلَمand not أُسِرI journey
ظُلمٌ إِذا ظَعَنَ الخَليطُ وَلَم أُسِر
بِالعَيشِin living بَينَamong تَنايُفٍdesert wastes وَشِناظِand lofty peaks
بِالعَيشِ بَينَ تَنايُفٍ وَشِناظِ
It is wrong, when the company leaves, not to journey,
Living among desert wastes and lofty peaks.
ظِهرِيَةٌa riding-camel إِنif ضامَهاoppressed her أَلَمُthe pain of السُرىnight travel
ظِهرِيَةٌ إِن ضامَها أَلَمُ السُرى
حَثَّتshe urges onward مَناسِمَهاher padded feet بُعَيدِsoon after مَظاظِanguish
حَثَّت مَناسِمَها بُعَيدِ مَظاظِ
A riding-camel—if the pain of night travel oppresses her,
She urges her padded feet onward soon after the anguish.
ظُلُماتُshadows of دَجنٍclouded gloom فيin الظَلامِthe darkness دَواهِشٌbewildering
ظُلُماتُ دَجنٍ في الظَلامِ دَواهِشٌ
مِنfrom حَولِهاaround her هَولُthe terror of السَرىnight travel إيقاظيkeeping me awake
مِن حَولِها هَولُ السَرى إيقاظي
Cloud-dark shadows, bewildering in the darkness,
Surround her; the terror of night travel keeps me awake.
ظَلَعَتshe limped فَأَنحَلَهاso it wasted her السُرىnight travel فَتَأَوَّدَتand so she bent
ظَلَعَت فَأَنحَلَها السُرى فَتَأَوَّدَت
مِنfrom طولِthe length of مَسِّthe rubbing of شِظاظِهِنَّtheir pack-toggles شِظاظيmy pack-toggle
مِن طولِ مَسِّ شِظاظِهِنَّ شِظاظي
She limped; night travel wasted her, and she bent
From their pack-toggles rubbing so long against mine.
ظَأبُthe cries of الحُداةِthe camel-drivers يَحُثُّهاurge her on فَإِذاthen when وَنَتshe flags
ظَأبُ الحُداةِ يَحُثُّها فَإِذا وَنَت
تَفنىshe wastes away بِزَجرِunder the rebukes of حُداتِهاher camel-drivers الأَفظاظِthe harsh ones
تَفنى بِزَجرِ حُداتِها الأَفظاظِ
The drivers' cries urge her on; then, when she flags,
She wastes away under her harsh drivers' rebukes.
ظَبظابُهاher ailment أَلَمُthe pain of المَسيرِthe march وَوَقعُهاand her falling
ظَبظابُها أَلَمُ المَسيرِ وَوَقعُها
بِيَدَيinto the hands of حُداةٍcamel-drivers فيon المَسيرِthe march غِلاظِharsh
بِيَدَي حُداةٍ في المَسيرِ غِلاظِ
Her affliction is the march's pain and her falling
Into the hands of harsh camel-drivers on the march.
ظَلَّتremained عَلىat المَرعىthe pasture الخَصيبِlush نُفوسُناour souls
ظَلَّت عَلى المَرعى الخَصيبِ نُفوسُنا
مُتَأَلِّمينَsuffering بِسائِقٍunder a driver مِلظاظِrelentless
مُتَأَلِّمينَ بِسائِقٍ مِلظاظِ
Our souls stayed with the lush pasture,
While we suffered under a relentless driver.
ظَلناwe kept نُقاسِمُهُنَّsharing with them أَهوالَthe terrors of السُرىnight travel
ظَلنا نُقاسِمُهُنَّ أَهوالَ السُرى
وَنَبيتُand we spend the night فيin حَثٍّurging onward بِهِthrough it وَدِلاظِand forceful driving
وَنَبيتُ في حَثٍّ بِهِ وَدِلاظِ
We kept sharing with them the terrors of night travel,
And spent the night urging onward through it and driving hard.
ظَعَنٌa journey يَقودُleads إِلىtoward الحَبيبِthe beloved نُفوسَناour souls
ظَعَنٌ يَقودُ إِلى الحَبيبِ نُفوسَنا
وَإِلىand toward اِبنِthe son of أُرتُقَArtuq جَوهَرَthe gem of الأَلفاظِwords
وَإِلى اِبنِ أُرتُقَ جَوهَرَ الأَلفاظِ
A journey leads our souls toward the beloved,
And the gem of words toward Ibn Artuq.
ظِلٌّa shade ظَليلٌsheltering لِلعُفاةِfor supplicants فَدُرُّهُso his pearls
ظِلٌّ ظَليلٌ لِلعُفاةِ فَدُرُّهُ
يُنسيكَmake you forget وَقدَthe blaze of جَواهِرِthe jewels of الأَقباظِgem collections
يُنسيكَ وَقدَ جَواهِرِ الأَقباظِ
A sheltering shade for supplicants; his pearls
Make you forget the fiery gleam of gathered gems.
ظَهَرَappeared الحَياءُmodesty بِوَجهِهِon his face فَتَرىso you see بِهِin it
ظَهَرَ الحَياءُ بِوَجهِهِ فَتَرى بِهِ
بِشرَthe cheer of السُرورِjoy وَهيبَةَand the awe of المُغتاظِone enraged
بِشرَ السُرورِ وَهيبَةَ المُغتاظِ
Modesty shows upon his face; there you see
The cheer of joy and the majesty of one enraged.
ظَرُفَتbecame refined خَلائِقُهُhis character traits وَأَحفَظَand he angered مالَهُhis wealth
ظَرُفَت خَلائِقُهُ وَأَحفَظَ مالَهُ
فَأَضاعَهُthen he squandered it رُغماًin defiance عَلىof الحُفّاظِthe keepers
فَأَضاعَهُ رُغماً عَلى الحُفّاظِ
His character is refined; he angered his wealth,
Then squandered it in defiance of its keepers.
ظَفرٌsuccess بِهِwith him رَدَّturned back العُداةَthe enemies بِغَيظِهِمin their rage
ظَفرٌ بِهِ رَدَّ العُداةَ بِغَيظِهِم
مُذsince أَنَّهُمthat they عَلِمواlearned بِمَنwith whom أَناI حاظيam favored
مُذ أَنَّهُم عَلِموا بِمَن أَنا حاظي
My success with him turned my enemies back in their rage,
Once they learned whose favor I enjoyed.
ظَلّامُa ruthless oppressor جَذبِin dragging الظالِمينَthe oppressors بِصارِمٍwith a keen sword
ظَلّامُ جَذبِ الظالِمينَ بِصارِمٍ
قَدindeed خاطَبَhas addressed الغُلَظاءَthe brutal بِالإِغلاظِwith harshness
قَد خاطَبَ الغُلَظاءَ بِالإِغلاظِ
Ruthless in dragging oppressors with a keen sword,
That has addressed the brutal with harshness.
ظَلَّتcontinued ظُباهُits cutting edges إِذwhen غَدَتthey began تَعظُadmonishing الوَرىhumankind
ظَلَّت ظُباهُ إِذ غَدَت تَعظُ الوَرى
إِنَّindeed الرُؤوسَheads مَنابِرُare the pulpits of الوُعّاظِpreachers
إِنَّ الرُؤوسَ مَنابِرُ الوُعّاظِ
Its edges went on, now preaching to humankind:
Indeed, heads are the pulpits of preachers.
ظامٍthirsty إِلىfor نَهلِa first draught of الدِماءِblood فَهَمُّهُand so its concern
ظامٍ إِلى نَهلِ الدِماءِ فَهَمُّهُ
يَومَon the day of الهِياجِbattle تَشَتُّتُthe scattering of الأَشواظِflames
يَومَ الهِياجِ تَشَتُّتُ الأَشواظِ
Thirsty for a draught of blood, its concern
On the day of battle is scattering flames.
ظَمِئَتgrew thirsty مَضارِبُthe striking parts of غَفرَتَيهِits two blade-faces فَأَصبَحَتand so they became
ظَمِئَت مَضارِبُ غَفرَتَيهِ فَأَصبَحَت
مِنfrom عَدَمِlack of اللَهَواتِthroats ذاتَpossessed of لَماظِlicking
مِن عَدَمِ اللَهَواتِ ذاتَ لَماظِ
The striking parts of its two blade-faces thirsted, and became
For lack of throats, reduced to licking.
ظَنّيmy opinion جَميلٌis favorable فيكَof you ياO مَنyou who أَصبَحَتhave come to
ظَنّي جَميلٌ فيكَ يا مَن أَصبَحَت
تَرنوgaze إِلىtoward نَعمائِهِhis bounty أَلحاظيmy glances
تَرنو إِلى نَعمائِهِ أَلحاظي
I think well of you, O you whose
Bounty my glances now gaze upon.
ظَفَرواthey have gained بِظِلِّكَyour shade ياO مَليكُking فَإِنَّهُمfor indeed they
ظَفَروا بِظِلِّكَ يا مَليكُ فَإِنَّهُم
بِوَلاكَthrough your patronage قَدindeed فازواhave won بِخَيرِwith the best of حِفاظِprotection
بِوَلاكَ قَد فازوا بِخَيرِ حِفاظِ
They have gained your shade, O king; indeed, they
Through your patronage have won the best protection.
ظُرّانُthe flints of أَرضِكَyour land لِلسَماءِagainst heaven قَدِindeed اِغتَدَتhave come to be
ظُرّانُ أَرضِكَ لِلسَماءِ قَدِ اِغتَدَت
بِكَthrough you فيin مُفاخَرَةٍmutual boasting وَفَرطِand an excess of غِياظِwrath
بِكَ في مُفاخَرَةٍ وَفَرطِ غِياظِ
The flints of your land have come to vie with heaven,
Boasting of you, in an excess of rage.
Sol 6.1