أَبلِغ خَليلي عَبدَ هِندٍ فَلاَ
زِلتَ قَريباً مِن سَوادِ الخُصُوص
Tell my dear friend 'Abd Hind: may you never
cease to be near the cultivated lands of al-Khusus,
مُوازِيَ الفُورَةِ أو دُونَها
غيرُ بَعيدٍ مِن عُمَيرِ اللُّصُوص
abreast of al-Furah, or on this side of it,
not far from 'Umayr al-Lusus.
تُجنَى لكَ الكَمأَةث ربِعِيَّةً
بِالخَبِّ تَندَى في أُصُولِ القَصيص
Spring truffles are gathered for you,
in the sandy hollow, moist at the roots of qasis plants.
تَقنصُكَ الَخيلُ ويَصطادُكَ ال
طَّيرُ ولا تُنكَعُ لَهوَ القَنيص
Horses hunt for you, and game is caught for you by the
birds; you are not denied the pleasure of the chase.
تَأكُلُ ما شِئتَ وتَعتَلُّها
حَمراءَ مِن خُصٍّ كَلَونِ الفُصُوص
You eat what you wish, and take another draught of it—
red wine from Khuss, the color of ring-gems.
غُيِّبتَ عَنِّي عَبدُ في ساعَةِ الشَّ
رِّ وجُنِّبتَ ذَواتَ العَويص
You were kept from me, 'Abd, in the hour of
evil, and spared grievous troubles.
لا تَنسَيَن ذِكري على لَذَّةِ ال
كأسِ وطَوفٍ بالخَذوفِالنَّحوص
Never forget me amid the pleasure of the
cup and pursuit of the gravel-flinging, barren wild she-ass.
إنَّكَ ذُو عَهدٍ وذُو مَصدَقٍ
مُجانِبٌ هَديَ الكَذُوبِ اللَّموص
You are a man of loyalty and truth,
shunning the way of the lying slanderer.
يا عَبدُ هَل تَذكُرُني ساعَةً
في مَوكبٍ أو رائداً للقَنيص
O 'Abd, do you remember me for a moment,
in a cavalcade, or scouting for game,
يَوماً مَعَ الرَّكبِ إذا أَوضَعُوا
نَرفَعُ فيهم مِن نَجَاءِ القَلُوص
one day with the riders, when they hastened,
as we quickened the young she-camel's pace among them?
قَد يُدرِكُ الُمبطئُ مشن حَظِّهِ
والخَيرُ قد يَسبِقُ جُهدَ الَحريص
The slow one may attain his share of fortune,
and good fortune may outstrip the eager man's striving.
فلا يَزَل صَدرُك في ريَبةٍ
تذكُرُ منِّي تَلفَي أو خَلُوص
So may your heart remain in doubt,
thinking of me—my ruin or deliverance.
يا نَفسُ إبقي واتَّقي شَتمَ ذي ال
أَعراضِ إنَّ الحِلمَ ما إن يَنُوص
O my soul, hold back, and beware of insulting a man of
honor; for forbearance never swerves.
يا لَيتَ شِعري وأَنَا ذُو غِنىً
مَتَى أَرَى شَرباً حَوالي أَصِيص
Ah, if only I knew, while I have wealth,
when I shall see drinking companions around a wine-jar,
بَيتَ جُلُوفٍ بارِدٌ ظِلُّهُ
فيهِ ظِباءٌ ودَواخِيلُ خُوص
in a house of wine-jars, its shade cool,
with gazelles and narrow-eyed little birds within it.
وَالرَّبَربُ الَمكفُوفُ أَردانُهُ
يَمشي رُوَيداً كَتَوَقِّي الرَّهيص
And the herd, its sleeves hemmed,
walks slowly, like one guarding a bruised foot;
يَنفَحُ مِن أَردانِه المِسكُ وال
عَنبَرُ والغَارُ وَلبنَى قَفُوص
musk wafts from its sleeves, and
ambergris, laurel, and astringent storax.
والمُشرِفُ الَمشمُولُ يُسقَى بِهِ
أَخضَرَ مَطموثاً كَمَاءِ الَخريص
And in the lofty place, cooled by the north wind, is served
greenish, mixed wine, like the water of a channel.
ذَلكَ خَيرٌ مِن فُيوجٍ عَلَى ال
بَابِ وَقَيدَينِ وَغِلٍّ قَرُوص
That is better than guards at the
door, and two fetters, and a biting neck-shackle,
ومُرتَقَى نِيقٍ عَلَى نَقنَقٍ
أَدبَرَ عَودٍ في إكَافٍ قَمُوص
and climbing a crag on an ostrich,
an old, sore-backed beast bucking in a pack-saddle,
لا يُثمِنُ البَيعَ ولا يَحمِلُ ال
رِّدفَ ولا يُعطي بهِ قَلبَ خُوص
fetching no price at sale and carrying no
second rider, nor will anyone give even a palm-heart for it,
أو مِن نُسُورٍ حَولَ مَوتَى مَعاً
يَأكلُنَ لَحماً مِن طَرِيِّ الفريض
or than vultures together around the dead,
eating flesh from freshly killed prey.
Sol 6.1