قِفيstop وَدِّعيناbid us farewell اليَومَtoday ياO اِبنَةَdaughter of مالِكِMalik
قِفي وَدِّعينا اليَومَ يا اِبنَةَ مالِكِ
وَعوجيand turn aside عَلَيناtoward us مِنfrom صُدورِthe breasts of جِمالِكِyour camels
وَعوجي عَلَينا مِن صُدورِ جِمالِكِ
Stop and bid us farewell today, O daughter of Malik,
and turn your camels' breasts back toward us.
قِفيstop لاnot يَكُنlet it be هَذاthis تَعِلَّةَa scant consolation وَصلِناour union
قِفي لا يَكُن هَذا تَعِلَّةَ وَصلِنا
لِبَينٍat parting وَلاand not ذاthis حَظُّناour share مِنof نَوالِكِyour bounty
لِبَينٍ وَلا ذا حَظُّنا مِن نَوالِكِ
Stop; let this not be the scant consolation of our union
at parting, nor this our share of your bounty.
أُخَبِّركِI tell you أَنَّthat الحَيَّthe tribe فَرَّقَscattered بَينَهُمthem apart
أُخَبِّركِ أَنَّ الحَيَّ فَرَّقَ بَينَهُم
نَوىthe distance of غُربَةٍexile ضَرّارَةٍgrievously harmful ليto me كَذَلِكِthus
نَوى غُربَةٍ ضَرّارَةٍ لي كَذَلِكِ
I tell you that the tribespeople have been scattered
by exile's distance, so grievous to me.
وَلَمand did not يُنسِنيmake me forget ماwhat قَدindeed لَقيتُI endured وَشَفَّنيand has wasted me away
وَلَم يُنسِني ما قَد لَقيتُ وَشَفَّني
مِنَfrom الوَجدِlonging أَنّيthat I غَيرُnot ناسٍforgetting لِقاءَكِmeeting you
مِنَ الوَجدِ أَنّي غَيرُ ناسٍ لِقاءَكِ
What I have endured has not made me forget; what has wasted me away
with longing is that I have not forgotten meeting you.
وَماand not دونَهاbetween us and her إِلّاexcept ثَلاثٌthree مَآوِبٌday-long journeys
وَما دونَها إِلّا ثَلاثٌ مَآوِبٌ
قُدِرنَwere reckoned لِعيسٍfor pale camels مُسنِفاتِthrusting forward الحَوارِكِthe withers
قُدِرنَ لِعيسٍ مُسنِفاتِ الحَوارِكِ
Only three days' journeys lie between us and her,
reckoned for pale camels thrusting their withers forward.
وَلاand no غَروَwonder إِلّاexcept جارَتيmy neighbor وَسُؤالُهاand her question
وَلا غَروَ إِلّا جارَتي وَسُؤالُها
أَلاsay هَلare there? لَناfor us أَهلٌkin سُئِلتِmay you be asked كَذَلِكِlikewise
أَلا هَل لَنا أَهلٌ سُئِلتِ كَذَلِكِ
Nothing surprises me but my neighbor and her question:
'Say, have we any kin?'—may you be asked the same!
تُعَيِّرُshe mocks سَيريmy roaming فيthrough البِلادِthe lands وَرِحلَتيand my journeying
تُعَيِّرُ سَيري في البِلادِ وَرِحلَتي
أَلاah رُبَّmany a دارٍdwelling ليfor me سِوىbesides حُرُّthe courtyard of دارِكِyour dwelling
أَلا رُبَّ دارٍ لي سِوى حُرُّ دارِكِ
She mocks my roaming through the lands and my journeys.
Ah, many a dwelling is mine besides your dwelling's courtyard.
وَلَيسَand is not اِمرُؤٌa man أَفنىspent الشَبابَhis youth مُجاوِراًdwelling as a neighbor
وَلَيسَ اِمرُؤٌ أَفنى الشَبابَ مُجاوِراً
سِوىaway from حَيِّهِhis tribe إِلّاanything but كَآخَرَlike another هالِكِdead man
سِوى حَيِّهِ إِلّا كَآخَرَ هالِكِ
And a man who spends his youth as a sojourner
away from his own tribe is only like another dead man.
أَلاah رُبَّmany a يَومٍday لَوif سَقِمتُI fell ill لَعادَنيwould have visited me
أَلا رُبَّ يَومٍ لَو سَقِمتُ لَعادَني
نِساءٌwomen كِرامٌnoble مِنof حُيَيٍّHuyayy وَمالِكِand Malik
نِساءٌ كِرامٌ مِن حُيَيٍّ وَمالِكِ
Ah, on many a day, had I fallen ill, I would have been visited
by noble women of Huyayy and Malik—
ظَلِلتُI spent the day بِذيat Dhu الأَرطىal-Arta فُوَيقَjust above مُثَقَّبٍMuthaqqab
ظَلِلتُ بِذي الأَرطى فُوَيقَ مُثَقَّبٍ
بِبيئَةِin surroundings of سَوءٍwretchedness هالِكاًdying أَوor كَهالِكِlike one dying
بِبيئَةِ سَوءٍ هالِكاً أَو كَهالِكِ
I spent the day at Dhu al-Arta, just above Muthaqqab,
in wretched surroundings, dying or as good as dead—
وَمِنand from عامِرٍAmir بيضٌfair women كَأَنَّas though وُجوهَهاtheir faces
وَمِن عامِرٍ بيضٌ كَأَنَّ وُجوهَها
مَصابيحُlamps لاحَتgleamed فيin دُجىًdarkness مُتَحالِكِpitch-black
مَصابيحُ لاحَت في دُجىً مُتَحالِكِ
and by fair women of Amir, whose faces were like
lamps gleaming in pitch-black darkness.
تَرُدُّblows back عَلَيَّupon me الريحُthe wind ثَوبِيَmy robe قاعِداًsitting
تَرُدُّ عَلَيَّ الريحُ ثَوبِيَ قاعِداً
إِلىbeside صَدَفيٍّa Sadafi camel كَالحَنيَّةِlike a bow بارِكِkneeling
إِلى صَدَفيٍّ كَالحَنيَّةِ بارِكِ
The wind blows my robe back upon me as I sit
beside a Sadafi camel, kneeling like a bow.
رَأَيتُI have seen سُعوداًclans named Sa'd مِنamong شُعوبٍpeoples كَثيرَةٍmany
رَأَيتُ سُعوداً مِن شُعوبٍ كَثيرَةٍ
فَلَمyet did not تَرَsee عَينيmy eye مِثلَthe like of سَعدِSa'd بنِson of مالِكِMalik
فَلَم تَرَ عَيني مِثلَ سَعدِ بنِ مالِكِ
I have seen clans called Sa'd among many peoples,
but my eye has seen none like Sa'd ibn Malik:
أَبَرَّmore upright وَأَوفىand more faithful ذِمَّةًin covenant يَعقِدونَهاthey bind it
أَبَرَّ وَأَوفى ذِمَّةً يَعقِدونَها
وَخَيراًand better إِذاwhen ساوىmade level الذُرىthe humps بِالحَوارِكِwith the withers
وَخَيراً إِذا ساوى الذُرى بِالحَوارِكِ
more upright and more faithful to the pledges they make,
and better when humps are leveled with withers,
وَأَنمىand nobler in descent إِلىto مَجدٍglory تَليدٍancestral وَسورَةٍand eminence
وَأَنمى إِلى مَجدٍ تَليدٍ وَسورَةٍ
تَكونُthat becomes تُراثاًan inheritance عِندَin the keeping of حَيٍّa living person لِهالِكِof one deceased
تَكونُ تُراثاً عِندَ حَيٍّ لِهالِكِ
and more nobly descended from ancient glory and eminence,
which the living hold as a legacy from the dead.
أَبيmy father أَنزَلَbrought down الجَبّارَthe tyrant عامِلُthe forepart of رُمحِهِhis spear
أَبي أَنزَلَ الجَبّارَ عامِلُ رُمحِهِ
عَنِfrom السَرجِthe saddle حَتّىuntil خَرَّhe fell بَينَamong السَنابِكِthe hooves
عَنِ السَرجِ حَتّى خَرَّ بَينَ السَنابِكِ
My father's spearpoint brought the tyrant down
from the saddle, till he fell among the hooves.
وَسَيفيand my sword حُسامٌa keen-cutting blade أَختَليI mow down بِذُبابِهِwith its point
وَسَيفي حُسامٌ أَختَلي بِذُبابِهِ
قَوانِسَthe crests of بيضِhelmets الدارِthe armor- (word fragment) عينَclad men (word continuation) الدَوارِكِclosely massed
قَوانِسَ بيضِ الدارِ عينَ الدَوارِكِ
And my sword is keen; with its point I mow down
the crests of armored men's closely massed helmets.
Sol 6.1