تظنُّyou think فراقاparting أنthat تثارَare roused حُمولُladen camels
تظنُّ فراقا أن تثارَ حُمولُ
وهلand is there مثلُlike إعراضturning away الوجوهِthe faces دليلُa sign
وهل مثلُ إعراض الوجوهِ دليلُ
You think it parting when the laden camels are roused.
You think separation stirs up affection,
And is there any sign like faces turned away?
Yet aloofness of faces is no proof.
وإنand indeed الصدودَshunning والتجنِّىand wrongful blame وإنeven if دنتdrew near
وإن الصدودَ والتجنِّى وإن دنت
ديارهُمُtheir dwellings وخدٌa brisk stride لهمfor them وذميلُand a gentle trot
ديارهُمُ وخدٌ لهم وذميلُ
Indeed, shunning and wrongful blame, though close
Though they shun me and turn away,
Their homes may be, are their brisk stride and gentle trot away.
Their abodes, cheeks and embraces still allure.
وكانand it would have been شفاءًhealing ليfor me لوif أنthat طُلولَهمtheir ruined campsites
وكان شفاءً لي لو أن طُلولَهم
خُلقنَwere created ركاباriding camels والركابَand the riding camels طلولُruined campsites
خُلقنَ ركابا والركابَ طلولُ
It would have healed me if the ruins of their camps
I wish their camels were created docile,
Had been made riding camels, and the riding camels ruins.
And the litters submissive to their will.
كأنَّas though الحمامَthe doves الوُرقَash-gray حادa camel-driver غصونهits branches
كأنَّ الحمامَ الوُرقَ حاد غصونه
ليُدركَهمto catch up with them والبانُand the ben-tree كيفhow يزولُmoves away
ليُدركَهم والبانُ كيف يزولُ
As though the ash-gray doves were camel-drivers for the tree's boughs,
As though the doves had stretched their boughs,
To catch up with them—but how can the ben-tree move?
To reach them while the cups pass round.
ألاtake heed إنهمindeed they كالخمرlike wine أحسنُthe finest صنعِهاits kindness
ألا إنهم كالخمر أحسنُ صنعِها
إلىto شاربيهاits drinkers أنthat تزولَdepart عقولُminds
إلى شاربيها أن تزولَ عقولُ
Lo, they are like wine: its finest kindness
They are like wine - the more matured,
To its drinkers is that their wits depart.
The more it clouds the drinkers' minds.
تروّونyou water ياO آلfamily المُهيّأal-Muhayyaʾ سَرحكمyour grazing herds
تروّون يا آل المُهيّأ سَرحكم
وبابنand in the son أبيكمyour father فيin الفؤادِthe heart غليلُburning thirst
وبابن أبيكم في الفؤادِ غليلُ
You water your herds, O family of al-Muhayyaʾ,
Quench your thirst, O people of happy fate,
While your father's son has burning thirst within his heart.
While anguish for your father's son is my bane.
وماليand I have no إلىfor ماءwater السحائبthe clouds حاجةٌneed
ومالي إلى ماء السحائب حاجةٌ
ولكنْbut يبينُbecome distinct جائدٌa generous giver وبخيلُand a miser
ولكنْ يبينُ جائدٌ وبخيلُ
And I have no need of the clouds' water,
To rain clouds why should I look for water,
But the generous giver and the miser are revealed.
When a neighbor cuts me short and proves inhospitable?
أيوعدنيdo they threaten me? الأقوامthe people أنbecause ودَّتwished المُنَىhopes
أيوعدني الأقوام أن ودَّت المُنَى
بأنّاthat we لبعضto some الفاركاتِhusband-hating women بُعولُhusbands
بأنّا لبعض الفاركاتِ بُعولُ
Do the people threaten me because my hopes wished
Do people promise me beloved ones will return
That we be husbands to some women who loathe their husbands?
When we have naught left but dreams of reunion?
يقولونthey say كرُّthe return الطَّرفthe gaze فيupon السِّربthe herd غارةٌa raid
يقولون كرُّ الطَّرف في السِّرب غارةٌ
عليهupon it وأطماعand the longings النفوسthe souls ذُحولُblood-feuds
عليه وأطماع النفوس ذُحولُ
They say a glance turned back upon the herd is a raid
They say, "An eye's aversion in a flock is a raid
Upon it, and the souls' longings are blood-feuds.
On it, when desires of souls are rapacious wolves."
فلاso do not تنذرواthreaten سفكَshedding الدماءblood لنرعوىso that we desist
فلا تنذروا سفكَ الدماء لنرعوى
فكلُّfor every صريعٍone laid low باغرامby passion قتيلُslain
فكلُّ صريعٍ باغرام قتيلُ
So do not threaten bloodshed to make us desist:
So do not threaten shedding blood to pasture us,
For everyone felled by passion is slain.
For every fallen man dies craving his darling.
أبىrefused القلبُthe heart إلاanything but حبَّهاloving her عامريَةًa woman of ʿĀmir
أبى القلبُ إلا حبَّها عامريَةً
بهاconcerning her السيفthe sword واشٍa tale-bearer والسنانand the spearhead عذولُa reprover
بها السيف واشٍ والسنان عذولُ
The heart insists on loving her, a woman of ʿĀmir,
My heart refused but to love her haunts,
For whom the sword is a tale-bearer and the spearhead a reprover.
Where swords were unsheathed and spears made bare.
أخافَmade perilous الغيورُthe jealous man السُّبلَthe paths بينىbetween me وبينهاand between her
أخافَ الغيورُ السُّبلَ بينى وبينها
فماso not إنat all (emphasis) لناfor us إلاexcept الخيالthe dream-phantom رسولُa messenger
فما إن لنا إلا الخيال رسولُ
The jealous man has made the paths between me and her perilous;
The jealous one obstructed the paths between us,
So we have no messenger but the dream-phantom.
So naught remains for us but phantoms as messengers.
فياليتso, oh, if only أنthat النجمَthe star ضلَّlost طريقَهits way
فياليت أن النجمَ ضلَّ طريقَه
وعُمْرand the lifespan الدُّجَىof darkness فيacross الخافقيْنthe two horizons طويلُlong
وعُمْر الدُّجَى في الخافقيْن طويلُ
Oh, if only the star lost its way,
Would that a star had lost its way,
And darkness lived long across both horizons,
And the duration of gloom were prolonged twixt horizons,
كماas طالَgrew long ليلُthe night الحِبرof ink عندىwith me ومالَهand it has no
كما طالَ ليلُ الحِبر عندى ومالَه
إلىto الضوءthe light منfrom صبحthe dawn البياضof whiteness سبيلُa path
إلى الضوء من صبح البياض سبيلُ
As the night of ink has lengthened with me, having no
As my night of desolation stretched,
Path to the light from the dawn of whiteness.
And the dawn found no way to penetrate its darkness,
وظلَّتand remained أنابيبُthe hollow shafts اليراعof reed pens طريحةًcast aside
وظلَّت أنابيبُ اليراع طريحةً
كماas يتلوَّىwrithes فيin الفراشthe bed عليلُa sick man
كما يتلوَّى في الفراش عليلُ
And the reed-pen shafts lie cast aside,
While the Pleiades lay scattered about,
Like a sick man writhing in bed.
Coiled up like a sick man writhing in bed.
تشَهىَّcrave علىupon كفّىmy palm ولوeven if only سلخَsloughed skin أرقمٍa speckled snake
تشَهىَّ على كفّى ولو سلخَ أرقمٍ
تبَختَرُstrut فيin أعطافهits folds وتجولُand roam
تبَختَرُ في أعطافه وتجولُ
They crave, upon my palm, even a speckled snake's slough,
Craving to stroke her hand, were it stripped of its skin,
To strut and roam within its folds.
And cleave to her arms as she walked.
فمنso who ليfor me بخزَّانٍwith a treasurer لديهin his possession صنيعةٌa benefaction
فمن لي بخزَّانٍ لديه صنيعةٌ
يجودُgives generously بماof what جادتit gave generously بهwith it فينيلُand so bestows
يجودُ بما جادت به فينيلُ
Who can find me a treasurer with a benefaction in hand,
Who will grant me a treasurer with the skill
Who will give of what it has given, and bestow it?
To give as she gave and make me writhe?
وماand not أناI باغٍseeking غيرَother than تِسعينَninety رَيْطةa thin cloth
وما أنا باغٍ غيرَ تِسعينَ رَيْطة
تَكافأَmatched عَرضٌwidth عندهنَّin them وطولُand length
تَكافأَ عَرضٌ عندهنَّ وطولُ
And I seek nothing but ninety fine sheets,
I do not seek but a string of ninety courtesans,
Whose breadth and length are equal.
Equal in stature and in height when standing.
نواعمَsmooth ones قدalready أفِرغنwere cast فيin قالَبthe mold المُنَىof wishes
نواعمَ قد أفِرغن في قالَب المُنَى
فكلٌّso each لكلٍّto each فيin القَوامform عديلُan equal
فكلٌّ لكلٍّ في القَوام عديلُ
Smooth ones, already cast in the mold of wishes,
Damsels created in the mold of love,
Each equal to every other in form.
Each to each a counterpart in figure and tallness.
صحائفwriting sheets لوif شئناwe wished لقلناwe would say صفائحٌsword-blades
صحائف لو شئنا لقلنا صفائحٌ
فماfor none منهماof the two إلاbut أغرُّradiant صقيلُpolished
فما منهما إلا أغرُّ صقيلُ
Writing sheets—if we wished, we could call them sword-blades;
Scrolls - if we wished we would say steel blades -
For neither is anything but gleaming and polished.
That flash when drawn from their embellished scabbards.
إذاwhen صافَحتْهنَّshook hands with them النواظرُthe eyes عاقهاhindered them
إذا صافَحتْهنَّ النواظرُ عاقها
شُعاعٌa radiance يردُّturns back الطَّرفَthe gaze وهوwhile it is كليلُdulled
شُعاعٌ يردُّ الطَّرفَ وهو كليلُ
When eyes shake hands with them, they are checked
When their glances fall on you, a dazzling light
By a radiance that turns the gaze back, dulled.
Repels the eyes though weakened by its beam.
وإنand if زَغزغَتهنَّtickled them البنانُthe fingertips تضاحكتْburst into laughter
وإن زَغزغَتهنَّ البنانُ تضاحكتْ
قَهاقِهُpeals of laughter فيin ترجيعهنَّtheir reverberations صَليلُa ringing clink
قَهاقِهُ في ترجيعهنَّ صَليلُ
And if fingertips tickle them, they laugh aloud:
If their teeth flash laughter, there rings out
Peals of laughter, with a clink in their echoes.
A melody in the rapture of their play.
علىupon مثلهاone like her يُلقىِcasts الغَيورُthe jealous man رداءَهhis cloak
على مثلها يُلقىِ الغَيورُ رداءَه
ويُغلىِand raises the price عليناfor us مهرَهاher bride-price فيُطيلُand so prolongs
ويُغلىِ علينا مهرَها فيُطيلُ
Upon one like her the jealous man casts his cloak,
Before the like the jealous flings off his gown,
And makes her bride-price costly for us, prolonging matters.
And raises her bride-price, dragging out payment.
ولكنbut إلىto رُّخوloose المفاضلthe joints (apparently intended) فيin الندىgenerosity
ولكن إلى رُّخو المفاضل في الندى
خطبناwe proposed marriage فقدand already جُرَّتwere dragged لهنَّfor them ذيولُtrailing hems
خطبنا فقد جُرَّت لهنَّ ذيولُ
But to one loose-jointed in generosity
But we proposed to pliant charmers in wooing,
We have made our suit; already trains have been drawn behind them.
And lengthy trains trailed behind them.
وأفورُand most bountiful (apparently intended) قِدحa lot-casting arrow قِدحُthe lot-casting arrow خِلٍّa friend رِشاؤهhis bucket-rope
وأفورُ قِدح قِدحُ خِلٍّ رِشاؤه
بحاجاتِناfor our needs فيamong الأبعدينthose farthest away كفيلُa guarantor
بحاجاتِنا في الأبعدين كفيلُ
And the most rewarding lot-arrow is a friend's, whose bucket-rope
I quaff deep draughts from a goblet of fermented juice,
Guarantees our needs among those farthest away.
Meeting our needs among the farthest tribes.
Sol 6.1