عَفَاbecame deserted بَطِحَانٌBatihan مِنْof قُرَيْشٍQuraysh فَيَثْرِبُthen Yathrib
عَفَا بَطِحَانٌ مِنْ قُرَيْشٍ فَيَثْرِبُ
فَمُلْقَىthen the resting-place of الرِّحَالِthe saddles مِنْof مِنىًMina فَالْمُحَصَّبُthen al-Muhassab
فَمُلْقَى الرِّحَالِ مِنْ مِنىً فَالْمُحَصَّبُ
Batihan lies deserted, empty of Quraysh, and Yathrib too;
Then Mina’s camping-ground, then al-Muhassab;
فَعُسْفانُthen ‘Usfan إلاexcept أنَّthat كُلَّevery ثَنِيَّةٍmountain pass
فَعُسْفانُ إلا أنَّ كُلَّ ثَنِيَّةٍ
بِعُسْفَانَat ‘Usfan يَأْوِيهَاtakes shelter in it مَعَwith اللَّيْلnight مِقنَبُa cavalry troop
بِعُسْفَانَ يَأْوِيهَا مَعَ اللَّيْل مِقنَبُ
Then ‘Usfan—except that every mountain pass
At ‘Usfan shelters a troop of horsemen at night;
فَنِعْفُthen the slope of وَدَاعWada‘ فَالصِّفَاحُthen al-Sifah فَمَكَّةٌthen Mecca
فَنِعْفُ وَدَاع فَالصِّفَاحُ فَمَكَّةٌ
فَلَيْسَso there is not بِهَاin it إلاَّexcept دِمَاءٌbloodshed ومَحْرَبُand a battlefield
فَلَيْسَ بِهَا إلاَّ دِمَاءٌ ومَحْرَبُ
Then the slope of Wada‘, then al-Sifah, then Mecca—
Nothing is there but bloodshed and a battlefield.
أَلْهِفيah, my grief! عَلَىfor القَوْمِthe people الَّذِينَwho تَحَمَّلُواdeparted
أَلْهِفي عَلَى القَوْمِ الَّذِينَ تَحَمَّلُوا
مَعَwith ابْنِthe son of كُرَيْزٍKurayz فيin النَّفِيرِthe levy فَأَوْعَبُواand all went forth
مَعَ ابْنِ كُرَيْزٍ في النَّفِيرِ فَأَوْعَبُوا
Ah, my grief for the people who departed
With Ibn Kurayz in the levy, all of them going forth.
وَلهْفِيand my grief لِخَلاَّتٍfor courses of action عُرِضْنَwere presented عَلَيْهِمُto them
وَلهْفِي لِخَلاَّتٍ عُرِضْنَ عَلَيْهِمُ
كَأَنَّas though حُلُومَthe minds of الشَّاهِدِيهنَّthose witnessing them غُيَّبُabsent
كَأَنَّ حُلُومَ الشَّاهِدِيهنَّ غُيَّبُ
And my grief for the ways set before them,
As though the minds of those witnessing them were absent.
خِلاَلٌcourses of action تَأبَّاهاrejects them الأَرِيبُthe discerning man ولَمْand not يَكُنْwas there
خِلاَلٌ تَأبَّاها الأَرِيبُ ولَمْ يَكُنْ
لِيَبْصِرَto perceive مَاwhat فِيهِنَّis in them إلاَّexcept المُهَذَّبُthe refined man
لِيَبْصِرَ مَا فِيهِنَّ إلاَّ المُهَذَّبُ
Ways the discerning man rejects, and none could
Perceive what lies in them but a refined man.
لِيَبْكِlet him weep بَنُوthe sons of عُثْمَانَUthman مَاas long as دَامَendures جِذْمُهُمْtheir family stock
لِيَبْكِ بَنُو عُثْمَانَ مَا دَامَ جِذْمُهُمْ
عَلَيْهِfor him بأَصْلاَلٍwith keen swords تُعَرَّىare bared وتُخْشَبُand are rough-honed
عَلَيْهِ بأَصْلاَلٍ تُعَرَّى وتُخْشَبُ
Let Uthman’s sons weep as long as their line endures,
For him, with keen swords bared and rough-honed.
لِيَبْكُواlet them weep عَلَىfor خَيْرِthe best of البَرِيَّةِcreation كُلِّهَاall of it
لِيَبْكُوا عَلَى خَيْرِ البَرِيَّةِ كُلِّهَا
تَخَوَّنَهُbetrayed him رَيْبٌa calamity مِنَfrom الدَّهْرِtime مُعْطِبُdeadly
تَخَوَّنَهُ رَيْبٌ مِنَ الدَّهْرِ مُعْطِبُ
Let them weep for the best of all creation,
Whom a deadly turn of fate betrayed.
تَوَاكَلَهُleft him to one another الأَقْتَالُthe enemies باغٍa rebel وخَاذِلٌand a deserter
تَوَاكَلَهُ الأَقْتَالُ باغٍ وخَاذِلٌ
بَعِيدٌan outsider وذُوand one possessing قُرْبَىkinship حَسُودٌenvious مُؤَلِّبُan instigator
بَعِيدٌ وذُو قُرْبَى حَسُودٌ مُؤَلِّبُ
His foes left him to one another: rebel and deserter,
An outsider, and an envious kinsman stirring others up.
فَغُودِرَso he was left مَقْتُولاًslain بِغَيْرِwithout جَرِيرَةٍan offense
فَغُودِرَ مَقْتُولاً بِغَيْرِ جَرِيرَةٍ
ألاَah! حَبَّذَاhow admirable! ذَاكَthat القَتِيلُslain man المُلَحَّبُhacked to pieces
ألاَ حَبَّذَا ذَاكَ القَتِيلُ المُلَحَّبُ
So he was left slain, guilty of no offense.
Ah, how noble that slain man, hacked to pieces!
قَتِيلٌslain سَعِيدٌblessed مُؤْمِنٌa believer شَقِيَتْbecame wretched بِهِthrough him
قَتِيلٌ سَعِيدٌ مُؤْمِنٌ شَقِيَتْ بِهِ
نُفُوسُthe souls of أَعَادِيهِhis enemies شَهِيدٌa martyr مُطَيَّبُperfumed
نُفُوسُ أَعَادِيهِ شَهِيدٌ مُطَيَّبُ
A blessed slain believer; made wretched through him were
His enemies’ souls—a martyr, perfumed.
نَغَاءِlament! (reading uncertain) عُرَىthe bonds of الإِسْلاَمِIslam والعَدْلِand justice بَعْدَهafter him
نَغَاءِ عُرَى الإِسْلاَمِ والعَدْلِ بَعْدَه
نَعَاءِlament! لَقَدْindeed نَابَتْhave befallen عَلَىupon النَّاسِthe people نُوَّبُcalamities
نَعَاءِ لَقَدْ نَابَتْ عَلَى النَّاسِ نُوَّبُ
Lament the bonds of Islam and justice after him;
Lament! Calamities have indeed befallen the people.
نَعَاءِlament! ابْنَthe son of عَفَّانَ‘Affan الإِمَامَthe leader لِمُجْتَدٍfor a gift-seeker
نَعَاءِ ابْنَ عَفَّانَ الإِمَامَ لِمُجْتَدٍ
إذَاwhen البرْقُthe lightning لِلرَّاجِيfor one hoping for سَنَاthe gleam of البَرْقِlightning خُلَّبُrainless
إذَا البرْقُ لِلرَّاجِي سَنَا البَرْقِ خُلَّبُ
Lament Ibn ‘Affan, the leader for a seeker of gifts,
When lightning brings no rain to one hoping in its gleam.
نَعَاءِlament! لِفَضْلِfor the excellence of الحِلْمِforbearance والحَزْمِand resolve والنَّدَىand generosity
نَعَاءِ لِفَضْلِ الحِلْمِ والحَزْمِ والنَّدَى
ومَأْوَىand the refuge of اليَتَامَىthe orphans الغُبْرِdust-covered عَامُواthey craved milk وأَجْدَبُواand suffered drought
ومَأْوَى اليَتَامَى الغُبْرِ عَامُوا وأَجْدَبُوا
Lament surpassing forbearance, resolve, and generosity,
And the refuge of dust-covered orphans who craved milk and suffered drought,
ومَلْجِأِand the shelter of مَهْرُوئِينَthe worn-down يُلْفَىis found بِهِwith him الحَيَاlife-giving rain
ومَلْجِأِ مَهْرُوئِينَ يُلْفَى بِهِ الحَيَا
إذاwhen جَلَّفَتْlaid waste كَحْلٌKahl (famine) هُوَhe الأُمُّthe mother والأَبُand the father
إذا جَلَّفَتْ كَحْلٌ هُوَ الأُمُّ والأَبُ
And the shelter of the worn-down, with whom life-giving rain is found;
When Kahl, the famine, strips all bare, he is mother and father.
لَدْيِهِwith him لأَنْضَاءِfor those wasted by الخَصَاصِwant مَوَارِدٌwatering-places
لَدْيِهِ لأَنْضَاءِ الخَصَاصِ مَوَارِدٌ
بِأَذْرَائِهَاin their shelters يَأْوِيtakes refuge الضَّرِيكُthe destitute man المُعَصَّبُbound tight by hunger
بِأَذْرَائِهَا يَأْوِي الضَّرِيكُ المُعَصَّبُ
With him are watering-places for those wasted by want,
In whose shelters the destitute, hunger-bound man finds refuge.
ويَاand O عَجَبَاwonder! لِلدَّهْرِat fate أَنَّىhow أَصَابَهُit struck him
ويَا عَجَبَا لِلدَّهْرِ أَنَّى أَصَابَهُ
ومِنْand at مِثْلِthe like of مَاwhat لاَقىbefell ابْنُthe son of عَفَّانَ‘Affan يُعْجَبُone marvels
ومِنْ مِثْلِ مَا لاَقى ابْنُ عَفَّانَ يُعْجَبُ
O wonder at fate! How did it strike him?
What befell Ibn ‘Affan is indeed cause for wonder.
فَلَمْand never يَرَرَاءٍa beholder saw مِثْلَthe like of عُثْمَانَUthman هَالِكاًperishing
فَلَمْ يَرَرَاءٍ مِثْلَ عُثْمَانَ هَالِكاً
عَلَىat مِثْلِthe like of أَيْدِيthe hands of مَنْthose who تَعَطَّاهُassailed him يَشْجُبُhe perishes
عَلَى مِثْلِ أَيْدِي مَنْ تَعَطَّاهُ يَشْجُبُ
No beholder ever saw the like of Uthman perish,
Meeting his doom at hands like those that assailed him.
فَلاَوَأَلَso may not escape النَّاعِيthe death-announcer البَعِيدُdistant مِنَfrom الأَذَىharm
فَلاَوَأَلَ النَّاعِي البَعِيدُ مِنَ الأَذَى
ولاَand may not أَفْلَتَescape القَتْلَslaying القَرِيبُthe near kinsman المُؤَلِّبُthe instigator
ولاَ أَفْلَتَ القَتْلَ القَرِيبُ المُؤَلِّبُ
May the distant death-announcer not escape harm,
Nor the inciting kinsman escape being slain.
وإلاَّand if not يُبَكِّweep bitterly الأَقْرَبُونَthe nearest kin بِعَوْلَةٍwith wailing
وإلاَّ يُبَكِّ الأَقْرَبُونَ بِعَوْلَةٍ
فِرَاقَهُمُtheir parting from عُثْمَانَUthman يَوْماًone day ويَنْدُبُواand lament
فِرَاقَهُمُ عُثْمَانَ يَوْماً ويَنْدُبُوا
And if his nearest kin do not weep with wailing
One day for their parting from Uthman, and lament,
فَإِنَّاthen indeed we سنَبْكِيهِshall weep for him بِجُرْدٍwith sleek horses كَأَنَّهَاas though they
فَإِنَّا سنَبْكِيهِ بِجُرْدٍ كَأَنَّهَا
ضِرَاءٌhunting hounds دَعَاهَاsummoned them مِنْfrom سَلُوقَSaluq مُكَلِّبُa hound-trainer
ضِرَاءٌ دَعَاهَا مِنْ سَلُوقَ مُكَلِّبُ
Then we shall mourn him with sleek horses, as though they were
Hunting hounds summoned from Saluq by a hound-trainer;
ومَوْتٍand death كَظِلِّlike the shadow of اللَّيْلِnight يَشْهَدُattends وِرْدَهُits watering-place
ومَوْتٍ كَظِلِّ اللَّيْلِ يَشْهَدُ وِرْدَهُ
نَشَاشِيبُarrows يَحْدُوهُنَّurges them onward نَبْعٌnab‘ bow-wood وتَأْلَبُand ta’lab bow-wood
نَشَاشِيبُ يَحْدُوهُنَّ نَبْعٌ وتَأْلَبُ
And with death like night’s shadow, whose watering-place
Arrows attend, urged onward by nab‘ and ta’lab bows;
وذِيand one possessing عَسَلاَنٍswaying لَمْnot تُهَضَّمْhave been weakened كُعُوبُهُits joints
وذِي عَسَلاَنٍ لَمْ تُهَضَّمْ كُعُوبُهُ
كَمَاas خَبَّtrotted ذِئْبُthe wolf of الرَّدْهَةِthe hollow المُتَأَوِّبُreturning at night
كَمَا خَبَّ ذِئْبُ الرَّدْهَةِ المُتَأَوِّبُ
And a swaying spear, whose joints have not been worn down,
Like the trot of the hollow’s wolf, returning by night;
وضَرْبٍand blows إِذَاwhen العَوْدُthe old camel المُذَكِّيfully grown عَدَاran بِهِwith him
وضَرْبٍ إِذَا العَوْدُ المُذَكِّي عَدَا بِهِ
إِلَىinto الَّليْلِnight حَتَّىuntil قُنْبُهُits penile sheath يَتَذَبْذَبُsways
إِلَى الَّليْلِ حَتَّى قُنْبُهُ يَتَذَبْذَبُ
And blows, when the old, fully grown camel runs with its rider
Into the night, until its penile sheath swings to and fro;
وأَشْمَطَand a grizzled man مِنْfrom طُولِthe length of الجِهَادِwarfare اسْتَخَفّهُroused him
وأَشْمَطَ مِنْ طُولِ الجِهَادِ اسْتَخَفّهُ
مَعَwith المُرْدِthe beardless youths حَتَّىuntil رَأْسُهُhis head اليَوْمَtoday أَشْيَبُwhite-haired
مَعَ المُرْدِ حَتَّى رَأْسُهُ اليَوْمَ أَشْيَبُ
And a grizzled man, roused by long campaigning,
Among beardless youths, until today his head is white.
يدارِسهُمstudies with them أمَّthe Mother of الكِتَابِthe Book ونَفْسُهُand his soul
يدارِسهُم أمَّ الكِتَابِ ونَفْسُهُ
تُنَازِعُهُdraws him وُثْقَىthe firmest of الخِصَالِvirtues وَيْنصَبُand he toils
تُنَازِعُهُ وُثْقَى الخِصَالِ وَيْنصَبُ
He studies with them the Mother of the Book, while his soul
Draws him toward the firmest virtues, and he toils.
وبَيْضٍand gleaming helmets مِنَof المَاذِيِّfine iron كَرَّهَmade hateful طَمْعَهَاdesire for them
وبَيْضٍ مِنَ المَاذِيِّ كَرَّهَ طَمْعَهَا
إلَىto المَشْرَفَّياتِMashrafi swords القَتِيرُthe armor rivets المُعَقْرَبُscorpion-shaped
إلَى المَشْرَفَّياتِ القَتِيرُ المُعَقْرَبُ
And gleaming helmets of fine iron, made untempting
To Mashrafi swords by scorpion-shaped rivets.
ولَمْand did not تُنْسِنِيmake me forget قَتْلَىthe slain of قُرَيْشٍQuraysh ظَعَائِنٌwomen in howdahs
ولَمْ تُنْسِنِي قَتْلَى قُرَيْشٍ ظَعَائِنٌ
تَحَمَّلْنَthey departed حَتَّىuntil كَادتِnearly الشَّمْسُthe sun تَغْرُبُsets
تَحَمَّلْنَ حَتَّى كَادتِ الشَّمْسُ تَغْرُبُ
Nor did women in howdahs make me forget Quraysh’s slain;
They journeyed on until the sun was nearly setting.
يُطِفْنَthey circle بِغِرِّيدٍa sweet-voiced singer يُعَلِّلُbeguiles ذَاthe possessor of الصِّبَاyouthful passion
يُطِفْنَ بِغِرِّيدٍ يُعَلِّلُ ذَا الصِّبَا
إِذَاwhen رَامَhe sought أُرْكوبَa mount for الغَوَايَةِwaywardness أَرْكَبُI ride
إِذَا رَامَ أُرْكوبَ الغَوَايَةِ أَرْكَبُ
They circle a sweet-voiced singer who beguiles the man of youthful passion;
When he seeks a mount for waywardness, I ride.
فَدَعْso leave ذَاthis ولكِنْbut عُلِّقَتْwas bound حَبْلَthe cord of عَاشِقٍa lover
فَدَعْ ذَا ولكِنْ عُلِّقَتْ حَبْلَ عَاشِقٍ
لإِحْدَىfor one of شِعَابِthe ravines of الحَيْنِdoom والقَتْلِand death أَرْنَبُArnab
لإِحْدَى شِعَابِ الحَيْنِ والقَتْلِ أَرْنَبُ
Leave that; but a lover’s cord has bound
Arnab to one of the ravines of doom and death.
مِنَamong الهِيفِthe slender-waisted women مَيْدَانٌswaying تَرَىyou see نَطَفَاتِهَاher pearl pendants
مِنَ الهِيفِ مَيْدَانٌ تَرَى نَطَفَاتِهَا
بِمَهْلِكةٍin a perilous place أَخْرَاصُهُنَّtheir ear-hoops تَذَبْذَبٌsway
بِمَهْلِكةٍ أَخْرَاصُهُنَّ تَذَبْذَبٌ
A swaying woman among the slender-waisted; you see her pearl pendants
In a perilous place, their hoops swaying.
أَنَاةٌa stately woman كَأَنَّas though المِسْكَmusk دُونَbeneath شِعَارِهَاher inner garment
أَنَاةٌ كَأَنَّ المِسْكَ دُونَ شِعَارِهَا
يُبَكِّلهُblends it بِالعَنْبَرِwith ambergris الوَرْدِrose-hued مُقطِبُa perfume-blender
يُبَكِّلهُ بِالعَنْبَرِ الوَرْدِ مُقطِبُ
A stately woman, as though musk beneath her inner garment
Were blended with rose-hued ambergris by a perfumer.
كَأَنَّas though خُزَامَىthe lavender of عَالِجٍ‘Alij طَرَقَتْvisited at night بِهَاupon it
كَأَنَّ خُزَامَى عَالِجٍ طَرَقَتْ بِهَا
شَمَالٌa north wind رَسِيسُfaint in المَسِّtouch بَلْrather هِيَshe أَطْيَبُis sweeter
شَمَالٌ رَسِيسُ المَسِّ بَلْ هِيَ أَطْيَبُ
As though the lavender of ‘Alij had been visited at night
By a north wind, faint of touch—yet she is sweeter.
فَبَاكَرَهَاthen he visited it at dawn حِينَwhen اسْتَعانَتْsought help حُقُوفُهَاits sand-dunes
فَبَاكَرَهَا حِينَ اسْتَعانَتْ حُقُوفُهَا
بِشَهْبَاءَwith a gray cloud سَارِيهَاits night-traveler مِنَfrom القُرِّthe cold أَنْكَبُbent aside
بِشَهْبَاءَ سَارِيهَا مِنَ القُرِّ أَنْكَبُ
Then he came to it at dawn, when its dunes sought help
From a gray cloud, its night-traveler bent by the cold.
أَإِحْدَىone woman of? بَنِيthe sons of عَبْسٍ‘Abs ذَكَرْتَyou recalled ودُونَهَاand between you and her
أَإِحْدَى بَنِي عَبْسٍ ذَكَرْتَ ودُونَهَا
سَنِيحٌSanih ومِنْand of رَمْلِthe sand of البَعُوضَةِal-Ba‘udah مَنْكِبُa ridge
سَنِيحٌ ومِنْ رَمْلِ البَعُوضَةِ مَنْكِبُ
Was it a woman of Banu ‘Abs you recalled, though before her lie
Sanih and a ridge of al-Ba‘udah’s sands,
وكُتْمَىand Kutma ودُوَّارٌand Duwwar كأّنَّas though ذُرَاهُمَاtheir summits
وكُتْمَى ودُوَّارٌ كأّنَّ ذُرَاهُمَا
وقَدْwhile already خَفِيَاboth were hidden إِلاَّexcept الغَوَارِبَthe high ridges رَبْرَبُa herd of wild cattle
وقَدْ خَفِيَا إِلاَّ الغَوَارِبَ رَبْرَبُ
And Kutma and Duwwar, whose summits resemble—
The two hidden except for their ridges—a herd of wild cattle?
ومِنْand from دُونِthis side of حَيْثُwhere اسْتَوْقَدَتْshe lit a fire مِنْfrom ضَئِيَدةٍDa’idah
ومِنْ دُونِ حَيْثُ اسْتَوْقَدَتْ مِنْ ضَئِيَدةٍ
تَنَاهٍwater-hollows بِهَاin them طَلْحٌtalh trees غَرِيبٌisolated وتَنْضُبُand tandub trees
تَنَاهٍ بِهَا طَلْحٌ غَرِيبٌ وتَنْضُبُ
And nearer than where she lit her fire in Da’idah,
Lie water-hollows with lone talh and tandub trees.
يَظَلُّspends the day بِهَاthere ذَبُّrestless الرِّيَادِin seeking pasture كَأَنَّهُas though he
يَظَلُّ بِهَا ذَبُّ الرِّيَادِ كَأَنَّهُ
سُرَادِقُa pavilion of أَعْرَابٍBedouins بِحَبْلَيْنِwith two ropes مُطْنَبُstretched taut
سُرَادِقُ أَعْرَابٍ بِحَبْلَيْنِ مُطْنَبُ
A restless-roaming wild ass spends the day there, as though
A Bedouin pavilion stretched taut by two ropes.
غَدَاwent out at dawn نَاشِطاًbriskly كَالبَرْبَرِيِّlike a Berber وفيand in الحَشَاthe belly
غَدَا نَاشِطاً كَالبَرْبَرِيِّ وفي الحَشَا
لُعَاعَةtender herbage of مَكْرٍmakr فيin دَكَادِكَlow sand-hummocks مُرْطَبُmoist
لُعَاعَة مَكْرٍ في دَكَادِكَ مُرْطَبُ
He goes out briskly at dawn, like a Berber; in his belly
Is tender makr herbage, moist among low sand-hummocks.
تَحَدَّرُtrickle down صِبْيَانُthe little children of الصَّبَاthe east wind فَوْقَover مَتْنِهِhis back
تَحَدَّرُ صِبْيَانُ الصَّبَا فَوْقَ مَتْنِهِ
كَمَاas لاَحَgleamed فيon سِلْكٍa thread جُمَانٌpearls مُثَقَّبُpierced
كَمَا لاَحَ في سِلْكٍ جُمَانٌ مُثَقَّبُ
The east wind’s little children trickle down his back,
Like pierced pearls gleaming upon a thread.
لَيَاحٌgleaming white تَظَلُّspend the day العَائِذَاتُfemales with newborn young يَسُفْنَهُsniffing him
لَيَاحٌ تَظَلُّ العَائِذَاتُ يَسُفْنَهُ
كَسَوْفِlike the sniffing of العَذَارَىmaidens ذَاone possessing القَرَابَةِkinship مُنْجِبُa sire of fine offspring
كَسَوْفِ العَذَارَى ذَا القَرَابَةِ مُنْجِبُ
Gleaming white, he is sniffed all day by females with newborn young,
Like maidens sniffing a kinsman; he sires fine offspring.
Sol 6.1