إِلَيكَ اِبنَ موسى الجودِ أَعمَلتُ ناقَتي
مُجَلَّلَةً يَضفو عَلَيها جِلالُها
Toward you, son of Musa the Generous, I urged my she-camel,
Draped, her saddlecloths hanging amply over her.
كَتومُ الوَجى لا تَشتَكي أَلَمَ السُرى
سَواءٌ عَلَيها مَوتُها وَاِعتِلالُها
She hides her foot-pain and does not complain of the pain of night travel;
Her death and her illness are alike to her.
إِذا شَرِبَت أَبصَرَت ما جَوفُ بَطنِها
وَإِن ظَمِئَت لَم يَبدُ مِنها هُزالُها
When she drinks, she sees what is in the hollow of her belly.
And if she thirsts, her emaciation does not show.
وَإِن حَمَلَت حِملاً تَكَلَّفتُ حِملَها
وَإِن حُطَّ عَنها لَم أَقُل كَيفَ حالُها
And if she carries a load, I take her burden upon myself;
And if it is taken off her, I do not ask how she fares.
بَعَثنا بِها تَسمو العُيونُ وَراءَها
إِلَيكَ وَما يُخشى عَلَيها كَلالُها
We sent her forth, eyes rising in her wake,
Toward you, with no fear of her weariness.
وَغَنّى مُغَنِّياً بَصِوتٍ فَشاقَني
مَتى راجِعٌ مِن أُمِّ عَمرٍو خَيالُها
And a singer sang in a voice that stirred my longing:
"When will Umm ʿAmr's dream-phantom return?"
أُحِبُّ لَكُم قَيسَ بنَ عَيلانَ كُلُّها
وَيُعجِبُني فُرسانُها وَرِجالُها
For your sake, I love all of Qays ibn ʿAylan,
And its horsemen and its men delight me.
وَما لِيَ لا أَهوى بَقاءَ قَبيلَةٍ
أَبوكَ لَها بَدرٌ وَأَنتَ هِلالُها
And why should I not cherish the survival of a tribe
Whose full moon is your father, and you its crescent?
Sol 6.1