أخْجَلْتَyou put to shame بالفرقwith the hair-parting جبينَthe brow of الصبَاحْdawn
أخْجَلْتَ بالفرق جبينَ الصبَاحْ
يَاO وجنةَcheek of الوردthe rose وثغرَand mouth of الأقَاحْdaisies
يَا وجنةَ الورد وثغرَ الأقَاحْ
With your hair's parting, you have put dawn's brow to shame,
You have shamed the radiant morning with your beauty,
O cheek of roses and mouth of daisies!
O rosy-cheeked one, garden of roses and apple blossoms!
أفْدِيهِI would ransom him ظبياًa gazelle مَاnever بَدَاappeared وَجْهُهُhis face
أفْدِيهِ ظبياً مَا بَدَا وَجْهُهُ
إلاّwithout رَأيتُI saw البدرَthe full moon فيin الغصنِthe bough لاَحْgleamed
إلاّ رَأيتُ البدرَ في الغصنِ لاَحْ
I would ransom him, a gazelle whose face never appears
I would ransom him with a gazelle since his face appeared—
without my seeing the full moon gleam upon a bough.
I saw the full moon shining in the boughs.
يَاO عاذليmy reproacher فيin الحبّlove دَعْleave alone منone who يَرَىsees
يَا عاذلي في الحبّ دَعْ من يَرَى
إفسادهُhis corruption فيin الحبّlove عَيْنَthe very essence of الصَّلاَحْrighteousness
إفسادهُ في الحبّ عَيْنَ الصَّلاَحْ
O you who reproach me for love, leave alone the one who sees
O you who blame me for love, leave off blaming
his ruin in love as righteousness itself.
The one who corrupts love and the well-meaning.
لَوْif كُنْتَyou were ذَاpossessed of عقلٍreason لَمَاwould not لُمْتَyou blamed منone who
لَوْ كُنْتَ ذَا عقلٍ لَمَا لُمْتَ من
أمستْcame to be تُغَازِيهِassailing him العُيُونُthe eyes الوِقَاحْbrazen
أمستْ تُغَازِيهِ العُيُونُ الوِقَاحْ
Had you any sense, you would not blame one
If you had any sense, you would not blame someone
whom brazen eyes have come to assail.
Whose eyes have begun to flirt with you shamelessly.
أشكوكَI complain of you أمْor أشكُوI complain of عُيُونَthe eyes of الظِّبَىthe gazelles
أشكوكَ أمْ أشكُو عُيُونَ الظِّبَى
إنّيindeed, I علىin الحَالَيْنِthe two cases شاكيcomplaining of السّلاحْweapons
إنّي على الحَالَيْنِ شاكي السّلاحْ
Do I complain of you, or of the gazelles' eyes?
Shall I complain of you or of the eyes of the gazelle
In either case, my complaint is against weapons.
That attack me? I can complain of both.
فيabout ضَيِّقِnarrow الأجْفَانِthe eyelids قَدْindeed أوْسَعُواthey elaborated
في ضَيِّقِ الأجْفَانِ قَدْ أوْسَعُوا
فيin وصفِdescribing عَيْنَيْهhis two eyes المِرَاضِlanguid الصّحاحsound
في وصفِ عَيْنَيْه المِرَاضِ الصّحاح
They have spoken at length of the narrow-lidded one,
In their narrow lids they have given free rein
describing his languid yet sound eyes.
To describe his languid eyes in exuberant terms.
إنif مالَhe swayed هَزَّbrandished الطرفُthe gaze بيضَwhite الظُّبَىthe blade-edges
إن مالَ هَزَّ الطرفُ بيضَ الظُّبَى
أوor قالَhe spoke هَزَّbrandished العطفُthe flank سُمْرَbrown الرّمَاحْthe spears
أو قالَ هَزَّ العطفُ سُمْرَ الرّمَاحْ
If he sways, his gaze brandishes gleaming sword-blades;
If he inclines his white cheek or says,
or if he speaks, his flank brandishes dusky spears.
“The slender spears incline their necks,”
ظبيٌa gazelle بِصَادِwith the letter ṣād (ص) of اللحظthe glance قَدْindeed صَادَنِيcaught me
ظبيٌ بِصَادِ اللحظ قَدْ صَادَنِي
لكنْbut خَلاَصِيmy deliverance مَدْحُpraising زَيْنِthe adornment of المِلاَحْthe fair
لكنْ خَلاَصِي مَدْحُ زَيْنِ المِلاَحْ
A gazelle has caught me with the ṣād of his glance,
He is a gazelle who has hunted me with his glances,
but my deliverance lies in praising the adornment of the fair:
But my salvation is to praise the beauty of Zain.
طهTaha الذيwho بِالعَضْبِwith the keen sword أفْنَىannihilated العِدَىthe foes
طه الذي بِالعَضْبِ أفْنَى العِدَى
لمّاwhen التقىmet الجَمْعَانِthe two hosts يومَon the day of الكفَاحْcombat
لمّا التقى الجَمْعَانِ يومَ الكفَاحْ
Taha, who with his keen sword annihilated his foes
Tah annihilated the enemies
when the two hosts met on the day of combat.
When the two armies met in battle.
فيin قَسْطَلِthe dust-cloud of الهَيْجَاbattle لَهُhe has هِمَّةٌa resolve
في قَسْطَلِ الهَيْجَا لَهُ هِمَّةٌ
أمضىkeener منthan البيضِthe gleaming swords الحِدَادِsharp الصّفَاحْbroad blades
أمضى من البيضِ الحِدَادِ الصّفَاحْ
Amid the dust of battle, he has a resolve
At Caesarea he has a courage
keener than gleaming swords with sharp, broad blades.
Stronger than polished Indian steel.
مَاnever أرْعَدَthundered الهندِيthe Indian sword فِيin كفّهِhis palm
مَا أرْعَدَ الهندِي فِي كفّهِ
إلاwithout دَمُthe blood of الأبطالِthe champions كالغيثِlike rain سَاحْflowed
إلا دَمُ الأبطالِ كالغيثِ سَاحْ
Never did the Indian sword thunder in his palm
The Indian did not roar in his palm
without champions' blood flowing like rain.
Save that the blood of heroes flowed like rain.
ضَلَّتْbecame lost ظُبَاهُhis blade-points فيin رؤوسthe heads of العِدَىthe foes
ضَلَّتْ ظُبَاهُ في رؤوس العِدَى
لماwhen دَعَاcalled الدّاعيthe caller لِطُرْقِto the paths of النّجَاحْtriumph
لما دَعَا الدّاعي لِطُرْقِ النّجَاحْ
His blade-points were lost in his enemies' heads
Their gazelles strayed amid the enemies’ heads
when the caller called to the paths of triumph.
When the summoner called for the paths of salvation.
ليثُa lion of الشرىal-Shara فيin الحربwar تِربُa companion of الوفَاfidelity
ليثُ الشرى في الحرب تِربُ الوفَا
غيثُa rain of الندَىbounty فيin السلمِpeace حلْفُan ally of الكفاحْcombat
غيثُ الندَى في السلمِ حلْفُ الكفاحْ
A lion of al-Shara in war, a companion of fidelity;
He is a lion of combat, nurtured in glory,
a rain of bounty in peace, an ally of combat.
A raincloud of munificence in times of peace.
لَهُhe has يَدٌa hand حَمْرَاءُred يَوْمَon the day of الوَغَىbattle
لَهُ يَدٌ حَمْرَاءُ يَوْمَ الوَغَى
لكنّهَاbut it بيضاءُwhite عِنْدَat السَّمَاحْgenerosity
لكنّهَا بيضاءُ عِنْدَ السَّمَاحْ
His hand is red on the day of battle,
In battle his hand is red
but it is white when he gives generously.
But in pardon it is white.
صَلَّىmay bless عَلَيْهِupon him اللَّهُGod مَاas long as غَرّدَتْwarbled
صَلَّى عَلَيْهِ اللَّهُ مَا غَرّدَتْ
قُمْرِيَّةٌa turtledove بَاتَتْspent the night تُطِيلُprolonging النّوَاحْthe lament
قُمْرِيَّةٌ بَاتَتْ تُطِيلُ النّوَاحْ
May God bless him—as long as there warbles
May Allah bless him! No bright-faced
a turtledove prolonging its lament through the night—
Full moon has ceased wailing over him,
وَالآلِand the family وَالأصحابِand the companions أهلِpeople of التُّقَىpiety
وَالآلِ وَالأصحابِ أهلِ التُّقَى
ماas long as عَاقَبَsucceeded الديْجورَthe darkness ضَوْءُthe light of الصّبَاحْmorning
ما عَاقَبَ الديْجورَ ضَوْءُ الصّبَاحْ
and his family and companions, the people of piety,
And his Family and Companions, the people of piety,
as long as morning's light succeeds the darkness.
As long as the morning light shames the lamps!
Sol 6.1