أَقسَمتُI swore لاnot أَنسىto forget وَإِنand even if طالَgrew long عَيشُناour life
أَقسَمتُ لا أَنسى وَإِن طالَ عَيشُنا
صَنيعَthe deeds of لُكَيزٍLukayz وَالأَحَلِّand al-Ahall بنِson of قُنصُلِQunsul
صَنيعَ لُكَيزٍ وَالأَحَلِّ بنِ قُنصُلِ
I swore never to forget, however long we live,
I swear I will not forget, though our life be long,
the deeds of Lukayz and al-Ahall ibn Qunsul.
The wrong done by Lukayz and Al-Ahlas son of Qunsal.
نَزَلناwe lodged بِهِwith him يَوماًone day فَساءَso became bad صَباحُناour morning
نَزَلنا بِهِ يَوماً فَساءَ صَباحُنا
فَإِنَّكَfor you عَمريby my life قَدindeed تَرىyou see أَيَّwhat sort of مَنزِلِlodging
فَإِنَّكَ عَمري قَد تَرى أَيَّ مَنزِلِ
We lodged with him one day, and ill was our morning;
One day we lodged with them, and our morning turned foul,
by my life, you can see what a lodging it was!
For you may yet see, my life, to what refuge we crawl.
بَكىhe wept إِذwhen رَآناhe saw us نازِلينَlodging بِبابِهِat his door
بَكى إِذ رَآنا نازِلينَ بِبابِهِ
وَكَيفَand how بُكاءُthe weeping ذيof one possessing القَليلِlittle المُسَبَّلِgiven out
وَكَيفَ بُكاءُ ذي القَليلِ المُسَبَّلِ
He wept when he saw us settling at his door—
He wept when he saw us come to his door,
and what tears from one whose meager means are laid out!
Yet how tears of one with so little and ragged a cloak?
فَلاso no وَأَبيكَand by your father ماnot نَزَلناwe lodged بِعامِرٍwith Amir
فَلا وَأَبيكَ ما نَزَلنا بِعامِرٍ
وَلاnor عامِرٍAmir وَلاnor الرَئيسِthe chief اِبنِson of قَوقَلِQawqal
وَلا عامِرٍ وَلا الرَئيسِ اِبنِ قَوقَلِ
No, by your father, we did not lodge with Amir,
No, by you and your father, we did not lodge with 'Amir,
nor Amir, nor the chief, Ibn Qawqal,
Nor 'Amir, nor Rais Ibn Qawqal's abode;
وَلاnor بِالشُلَيلِwith al-Shulayl رَبِّlord of مَروانَMarwan قاعِداًseated
وَلا بِالشُلَيلِ رَبِّ مَروانَ قاعِداً
بِأَحسَنِin the finest عَيشٍliving وَالنُفاثِيِّand al-Nufathi نَوفَلِNawfal
بِأَحسَنِ عَيشٍ وَالنُفاثِيِّ نَوفَلِ
nor with al-Shulayl, lord of Marwan, seated
Not with Shuliyl, Lord Marwan's estate,
amid the finest living, nor al-Nufathi, Nawfal,
Sitting in comfort and plenty untold,
وَلاnor اِبنِson of وَهيبٍWahib كاسِبِwinner of الحَمدِpraise وَالعُلاand eminence
وَلا اِبنِ وَهيبٍ كاسِبِ الحَمدِ وَالعُلا
وَلاnor ابنِson of ضَبيعٍDabi' وَسطَamong آلِthe family of المُخَبَّلِal-Mukhabbal
وَلا ابنِ ضَبيعٍ وَسطَ آلِ المُخَبَّلِ
nor Ibn Wahib, winner of praise and eminence,
Not Ibn Wahib, who gathers glory and heights,
nor Ibn Dabi', among the family of al-Mukhabbal,
Not Ibn Duba'i amidst that proud household,
وَلاnor اِبنِson of حَليسٍHalis قاعِداًsitting فيamong لِقاحِهِhis milch camels
وَلا اِبنِ حَليسٍ قاعِداً في لِقاحِهِ
وَلاnor اِبنِson of جَرِيٍّJariyy وَسطَamong آلِthe family of المُغَفَّلِal-Mughaffal
وَلا اِبنِ جَرِيٍّ وَسطَ آلِ المُغَفَّلِ
nor Ibn Halis, sitting among his milch camels,
Not with Ibn Halis in his pastures abiding,
nor Ibn Jariyy, among the family of al-Mughaffal,
Not with Jarir's sons on their fortune enrolled,
وَلاnor اِبنِson of رِياحٍRiyah بِالزُلَيفاتِat al-Zulayfat دارُهُhis dwelling
وَلا اِبنِ رِياحٍ بِالزُلَيفاتِ دارُهُ
رِياحَRiyah اِبنَson of سَعدٍSa'd لارِياحَnot Riyah اِبنِson of مَعقِلِMa'qil
رِياحَ اِبنَ سَعدٍ لارِياحَ اِبنِ مَعقِلِ
nor Ibn Riyah, whose dwelling is at al-Zulayfat—
Not Ibn Riyah, though bliss to him comes unconfined,
Riyah ibn Sa'd, not Riyah ibn Ma'qil.
Riyah was Sa'd's - Ma'qil's son Riyah I'd never behold.
أولَئِكَthose men أَعطىmore generous لِلوَلائِدِto the serving girls خِلفَةًa pregnant she-camel
أولَئِكَ أَعطى لِلوَلائِدِ خِلفَةً
وَأَدعىand more inviting إِلىto شَحمِthe fat of السَديفِthe camel's hump المُرَعبَلِchopped up
وَأَدعى إِلى شَحمِ السَديفِ المُرَعبَلِ
Those men are readier to give serving girls a pregnant she-camel,
Those men offered hospitality, a guest to provide,
and readier to invite guests to chopped-up camel-hump fat.
And called to the delicacy they drippingly sliced;
وَجَدتُI found اِبنَson of كُرزٍKurz تَستَهِلُّpouring forth يَمينُهُhis right hand
وَجَدتُ اِبنَ كُرزٍ تَستَهِلُّ يَمينُهُ
وَيُطلِقُand he loosens أَغلالَthe fetters of الأَسيرِthe captive المُكَبَّلِshackled
وَيُطلِقُ أَغلالَ الأَسيرِ المُكَبَّلِ
I found Ibn Kurz's right hand pouring forth,
But I found Ibn Kurz, from whom freedom shone bright,
and he loosens the fetters of the shackled captive.
Releasing the fettered captive, removing his plight.
وَلَستُand I am not بِراعيa shepherd of ثَلَّةٍa sheep flock قامَhe stood وَسطَهاin its midst
وَلَستُ بِراعي ثَلَّةٍ قامَ وَسطَها
طَويلِlong of العَصاstaff غُرنَيقِa crane of ضَحلٍthe shallows مُرَسِّلِletting loose
طَويلِ العَصا غُرنَيقِ ضَحلٍ مُرَسِّلِ
And I am no shepherd standing amid a flock of sheep,
I'm no shepherd of flocks with his staff and his pipe,
long of staff, a crane of the shallows, letting them loose.
Bleating his shrill tune through the desolate night,
وَلَستُand I am not بِجُلبِنa boor جُلبِa bringer of ريحٍwind وَقَرَّةٍand cold
وَلَستُ بِجُلبِن جُلبِ ريحٍ وَقَرَّةٍ
وَلاnor بِصَفاًa rock صَلدِhard عَنِfrom الخَيرِgoodness مَعزَلِisolated
وَلا بِصَفاً صَلدِ عَنِ الخَيرِ مَعزَلِ
And I am no boor, a bringer of wind and cold,
No carrier of winds of plague or malaise,
nor a hard rock, isolated from goodness,
No healer of ills from which good men take flight,
وَلاnor خَرِبٍa thieving wretch خَيعابَةٍa worthless coward ذيpossessing غَوائِلٍtreacheries
وَلا خَرِبٍ خَيعابَةٍ ذي غَوائِلٍ
هَيامٍloose sand كَجَفرِlike a hollow الأَبطَحِthe gravelly valley المُتَهَيِّلِcrumbling
هَيامٍ كَجَفرِ الأَبطَحِ المُتَهَيِّلِ
nor a thieving, worthless coward, full of treachery,
No fool blundering on with his follies unfurled,
loose as sand, like a crumbling hollow in a gravelly valley,
No weakling who cringes when fate shows its might.
وَلاnor هَلَعٍa panicky man لاعٍa whiner إِذاwhen الشَولُthe late-milking camels حارَدَتwithheld milk
وَلا هَلَعٍ لاعٍ إِذا الشَولُ حارَدَت
وَضَنَّتand begrudged بِباقيthe remainder of دَرِّهاtheir milk المُتَنَزِّلِdripping down
وَضَنَّت بِباقي دَرِّها المُتَنَزِّلِ
nor a panicky whiner when the late-milking camels withhold their milk
I'm no opulent man who will coast through and feast,
and begrudge the last of their dripping yield.
While others sink hungry and gaining no height.
وَلَستُand I am not بِتِرعِيٍّa herdsman طَويلٍprolonged عَشائُهُhis evening grazing
وَلَستُ بِتِرعِيٍّ طَويلٍ عَشائُهُ
يُؤَنِّفُهاhe leads them to fresh pasture مُستَأنَفَthe new growth of النَبتِvegetation مُبهِلِletting loose
يُؤَنِّفُها مُستَأنَفَ النَبتِ مُبهِلِ
And I am no herdsman whose evening grazing lasts long,
No herder of goats, though around me there bleats
leading his herd to fresh new growth and letting them roam,
A throng should a wedding ask too many invite.
وَلاnor حَوقَلٍa decrepit man خَطّارَةٍa strutter حَولَaround بَيتِهِhis house
وَلا حَوقَلٍ خَطّارَةٍ حَولَ بَيتِهِ
إِذاwhen العِرسُthe wife آوىgave shelter to بَيتُهاher house كُلَّevery خَوتَلِsly rogue
إِذا العِرسُ آوى بَيتُها كُلَّ خَوتَلِ
nor a decrepit man strutting around his house
Now raiding the cattle, now creaking in load
when his wife's house shelters every sly rogue.
A mildewy saddle of palm fronds outright
وَيَوماًand one day عَلىagainst أَهلِthe owners of المَواشيlivestock وَتارَةًand at another time
وَيَوماً عَلى أَهلِ المَواشي وَتارَةً
لِأَهلِto the owners of رَكيبٍcultivated plots مِنof ثَميلٍthamil (a crop) وَسُنبُلِand grain-ears
لِأَهلِ رَكيبٍ مِن ثَميلٍ وَسُنبُلِ
One day I descend upon livestock owners; at another,
Scattering women in tumult, whose rags
upon the owners of plots of thamil and grain.
Are shabby and worn with no sash gird in sight -
إِذاwhen فَزَّعواthey frightened أُمَّthe mother of الصَبِيَّينِthe two boys نَفَّضواthey shook out
إِذا فَزَّعوا أُمَّ الصَبِيَّينِ نَفَّضوا
عَفارِيَnape-locks شُعثاًdisheveled صافَةًwoolly لَمnot تُرَجَّلِwere combed
عَفارِيَ شُعثاً صافَةً لَم تُرَجَّلِ
When they frighten the two boys' mother, they shake out
Now charging with rabble, now looting in stealth,
shaggy, woolly nape-locks that have never been combed.
Now smiting with cronies till dawn's early light.
فَيَوماًso one day بِغُزّاءٍwith raiders وَيَوماًand one day بِسُريَةٍwith a raiding party
فَيَوماً بِغُزّاءٍ وَيَوماً بِسُريَةٍ
وَيَوماًand one day بِخَشخاشٍwith a clattering band مِنَof الرَجلِfootmen هَيضَلِa great host
وَيَوماً بِخَشخاشٍ مِنَ الرَجلِ هَيضَلِ
So one day with raiders, and another with a raiding party,
As long as I live, while submission's my creed,
and another with a clattering band—a great host of footmen.
I'll be found with the rogue, the wretch of no height,
مَتىwhenever تَبغِنيyou seek me مادُمتُas long as I remain حَيّاًalive مُسَلَّماًunharmed
مَتى تَبغِني مادُمتُ حَيّاً مُسَلَّماً
تَجِدنِyou will find me مَعَwith المُستَرعِلِthe swift-advancing one المُتَعَبهِلِthe unrestrained one
تَجِدنِ مَعَ المُستَرعِلِ المُتَعَبهِلِ
Whenever you seek me, as long as I remain alive and unharmed,
I'm no shirker of fate, but I temper its blow
you will find me with the swift-advancing, unrestrained warrior.
With wine, and I roam where the youthful ignite,
وَلَستُand I am not بِمِفراحٍoverjoyed إِذاwhen الدَهرُfortune سَرَّنيpleased me
وَلَستُ بِمِفراحٍ إِذا الدَهرُ سَرَّني
وَلاnor جازِعٌdistressed مِنby صَرفِهِits vicissitudes المُتَحَوِّلِever-changing
وَلا جازِعٌ مِن صَرفِهِ المُتَحَوِّلِ
And I am not overjoyed when fortune pleases me,
I embrace the tavern where faces shine bright,
nor distressed by its ever-changing turns.
I befriend the dissolutes' giddy delight.
وَلَكِنَّنيbut I أَرويquench مِنَwith الخَمرِwine هامَتيmy head
وَلَكِنَّني أَروي مِنَ الخَمرِ هامَتي
وَأَنضوand I traverse المَلاthe open wastes بِالشاحِبِwith the gaunt one المُتَشَلشِلِloose-limbed
وَأَنضو المَلا بِالشاحِبِ المُتَشَلشِلِ
But I give my head its fill of wine,
Oh tell ye Sa'd ibn Layth, and Jundu' be told:
and cross the open wastes, gaunt and loose-limbed.
Enjoy honest gain, ill-got profit is blight!
وَأَحتَضِرُand I attend الناديthe assembly وَوَجهِيَand my face مُسفِرٌradiant
وَأَحتَضِرُ النادي وَوَجهِيَ مُسفِرٌ
وَأَضرِبُand I strike عِطفَthe flank of الأَبلَخِthe arrogant man المُتَخَيِّلِswaggering
وَأَضرِبُ عِطفَ الأَبلَخِ المُتَخَيِّلِ
And I attend the assembly with my face radiant,
When war turns its blade, then turn thy face too
and strike the flank of the swaggering, arrogant man.
For in war'sSurely judgment shall come to the light
أَلاlisten أَبلِغاyou two convey to سَعدَSa'd اِبنَson of لَيثٍLayth وَجُندُعاand Jundu'
أَلا أَبلِغا سَعدَ اِبنَ لَيثٍ وَجُندُعا
وَكَلباًand Kalb أَنيبواrepay المَنَّkindness غَيرَnot المُكَدَّلِsullied
وَكَلباً أَنيبوا المَنَّ غَيرَ المُكَدَّلِ
Listen, you two: tell Sa'd ibn Layth and Jundu',
Climb down Marqabah, mother of 'Umar, degraded!
and Kalb: 'Repay kindness without sullying it.'
Perched there as a crone, bent and withered in sight!
إِذاif الحَربُwar أَولَتكَgives you الكَليبَferocity فَوَلِّهاthen give it
إِذا الحَربُ أَولَتكَ الكَليبَ فَوَلِّها
كَلَيبَكَyour ferocity وَاعلَمand know أَنَّهاthat it سَوفَwill تَنجَليpass
كَلَيبَكَ وَاعلَم أَنَّها سَوفَ تَنجَلي
If war grants you its fury, grant it
I rose there myself, from a slumber like death,
your own fury, and know that it will pass.
With slippers I'd tossed to be shod as my rite.
وَمَرقَبَةٍand a lookout height ياO أُمَّmother of عَمرٍ'Amr طِمِرَّةٍlofty
وَمَرقَبَةٍ يا أُمَّ عَمرٍ طِمِرَّةٍ
مُذَبذَبَةٍswaying فَوقَabove المَراقِبِthe lookout heights عَيطَلِtall and slender
مُذَبذَبَةٍ فَوقَ المَراقِبِ عَيطَلِ
And many a lofty lookout, O Umm 'Amr,
Through a valley I passed, like the thirsting camel's grasp,
swaying above the lookout heights, tall and slender,
The wolf howled within it, that craven of night.
نَهَضتُI rose إِلَيهاtoward it مِنfrom جُثومٍcrouching كَأَنَّهاas though it were
نَهَضتُ إِلَيها مِن جُثومٍ كَأَنَّها
عَجوزٌan old woman عَلَيهاon her هِدمِلٌa ragged garment ذاتُwearing خَيعَلِa sleeveless shift
عَجوزٌ عَلَيها هِدمِلٌ ذاتُ خَيعَلِ
I climbed to from a crouch; it seemed
On they came, with the wind that shook them in fright -
an old woman in a ragged garment, wearing a sleeveless shift.
Who dares the dark's secrets shall tremble outright!
وَنَعلٍand a sandal كَأَشلاءِlike the torn limbs of السُمانىquail نَبَذتُهاI tossed it
وَنَعلٍ كَأَشلاءِ السُمانى نَبَذتُها
إِلىto صاحِبٍa companion حافٍbarefoot وَقُلتُand I said لَهُto him اِنعَلِput on a sandal
إِلى صاحِبٍ حافٍ وَقُلتُ لَهُ اِنعَلِ
And a sandal like a quail's torn limbs I tossed
I said, as their wailing to me came in waves,
to a barefoot companion, saying to him, 'Put it on.'
"Thabit, if ever you wish to be kept from the blight
وَقِربَةِand a waterskin of أَقوامٍsome people جَعَلتُI placed عِصامَهاits carrying strap
وَقِربَةِ أَقوامٍ جَعَلتُ عِصامَها
عَلىon كاهِلٍa shoulder مِنّيof mine ذَلولٍdocile مُرَحَّلِsaddle-bearing
عَلى كاهِلٍ مِنّي ذَلولٍ مُرَحَّلِ
And a people's waterskin—I placed its carrying strap
Of want, grasp not at all things in sight.
upon my shoulder, docile and saddle-bearing.
Who ploughs my field and yours will reap sorrow's requite.
وَوادٍand a valley كَجَوفِlike the belly of العَيرِan ass قَفرٍdesolate قَطَعتُهُI crossed it
وَوادٍ كَجَوفِ العَيرِ قَفرٍ قَطَعتُهُ
بِهِin it الذِئبُthe wolf يَعويhowls كَالخَليعِlike an outcast المُعَيَّلِburdened with dependents
بِهِ الذِئبُ يَعوي كَالخَليعِ المُعَيَّلِ
And a desolate valley, like an ass's belly, I crossed,
People shun honest men and grab at delight,
where the wolf howls like an outcast with dependents to feed.
After we entered where their dogs stay in fright.
تَعَدّىyou range بِزَيزاتٍacross barren uplands تَعِجُّyou cry out مِنَfrom القواhunger
تَعَدّى بِزَيزاتٍ تَعِجُّ مِنَ القوا
وَمَنand whoever يَكُis يَبغيseeking طُرقَةَthe trade of اللَيلِthe night يُرمِلِruns out of provisions
وَمَن يَكُ يَبغي طُرقَةَ اللَيلِ يُرمِلِ
You range across barren uplands, crying out from hunger;
I tossed them a worn-out old shoe in the gloom,
and whoever seeks a living by night runs out of provisions.
In exchange for some fresh ones, to save from the bight."
فَقُلتُso I said لَهُمto them لَمّاwhen عَوىhe howled أَنَّthat ثابِتاًThabit
فَقُلتُ لَهُم لَمّا عَوى أَنَّ ثابِتاً
قَليلُof little الغِنىwealth إِنif كُنتَyou are لَمّاnot yet تَمَوَّلِacquire wealth
قَليلُ الغِنى إِن كُنتَ لَمّا تَمَوَّلِ
So I told them, when he howled, that Thabit
So he bolted away, his neck shaking loose,
has little wealth, if you have not yet grown wealthy.
Like a shepherd who's thriving, elated with height.
كِلاناeach of us إِذاwhen ماever نالَhe gained شَيئاًanything أَفاتَهُhe let it go
كِلانا إِذا ما نالَ شَيئاً أَفاتَهُ
وَمَنand whoever يَحتَرِثtills حِرثيmy tillage وَحَرثَكَand your tillage يُهزَلِgrows lean
وَمَن يَحتَرِث حِرثي وَحَرثَكَ يُهزَلِ
Each of us, whenever he gains anything, lets it go;
and whoever tills my tillage and yours grows lean.
كِلاناeach of us طَوىturned كَشحاًa flank عَنِaway from الحَيِّthe encampment بَعدَماafter
كِلانا طَوى كَشحاً عَنِ الحَيِّ بَعدَما
دَخَلناwe entered عَلىamong كِلابِهِمtheir dogs كُلَّevery مَدخَلِentryway
دَخَلنا عَلى كِلابِهِم كُلَّ مَدخَلِ
Each of us turned his flank away from the encampment, after
we had entered among their dogs by every entrance.
طَرَحتُI threw لَهُto him نَعلاًa sandal مِنَof السَبتِtanned leather طَلَّةًmoist
طَرَحتُ لَهُ نَعلاً مِنَ السَبتِ طَلَّةً
خِلافَafter نَداًdew مِنfrom آخِرِthe end of اللَيلِthe night مُخضِلِdrenching
خِلافَ نَداً مِن آخِرِ اللَيلِ مُخضِلِ
I threw him a moist sandal of tanned leather,
after a drenching dew at the end of the night.
فَوَلّىthen he went away بِهاwith it جَذلانَdelighted يَنفُضُshaking رَأسَهُhis head
فَوَلّى بِها جَذلانَ يَنفُضُ رَأسَهُ
كَصاحِبِlike an owner of غُنمٍspoils ظافِرٍsuccessful بِالتَمَوُّلِin acquiring wealth
كَصاحِبِ غُنمٍ ظافِرٍ بِالتَمَوُّلِ
Then he went away with it, delighted, shaking his head,
like a man with spoils, triumphant in gaining wealth.
Partial English translation: 64 of 72 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1