أَلاAh! حَيِّياgreet, you two الأَطلالَthe ruins وَالمُتَطَنَّباand the tenting-ground
أَلا حَيِّيا الأَطلالَ وَالمُتَطَنَّبا
وَمَربِطَand a tethering-place for أَفلاءٍfoals وَخَيماًand tents مُنَصَّباpitched
وَمَربِطَ أَفلاءٍ وَخَيماً مُنَصَّبا
Ah, you two, greet the ruins and the tenting-ground,
And a tethering-place for foals, and tents set up,
وَأَشعَثَand a ragged one مَهدومِbroken-down السَراةِthe ridge كَأَنَّهُas though it were
وَأَشعَثَ مَهدومِ السَراةِ كَأَنَّهُ
هِلالٌa crescent تَوَفّىhas completed عِدَّةَthe count of الشَهرِthe month أَحدَباbent
هِلالٌ تَوَفّى عِدَّةَ الشَهرِ أَحدَبا
And a ragged thing, its ridge broken down, as though it were
A bent crescent that has completed the month's allotted days.
أَلاAh! لاnot أَرىI see عَصرَthe time of المُنيفَةِal-Munifah راجِعاًreturning
أَلا لا أَرى عَصرَ المُنيفَةِ راجِعاً
وَلاnor كَلَياليناlike our nights بِتَعشارِat Taʿshar مَطلَباan object of longing
وَلا كَلَيالينا بِتَعشارِ مَطلَبا
Ah, I see no return of the days of al-Munifah,
Nor anything to long for like our nights at Taʿshar.
وَلاnor الحُبَّlove إِلّاanything but قَتِليmy death حَيثُnow that أَخلَقَتwore out
وَلا الحُبَّ إِلّا قَتِلي حَيثُ أَخلَقَت
قِواهاher strands وَأَضحىand became الحَبلُthe cord مِنهاfrom her تَقَضَّباbroken apart
قِواها وَأَضحى الحَبلُ مِنها تَقَضَّبا
Nor is love anything but my death, now that worn through
Are her strands, and her cord has snapped apart.
وَيَومَand on the day of فِراضِFirad الوَشمِal-Washm أَذرَيتُI shed عَبرَةًa tear
وَيَومَ فِراضِ الوَشمِ أَذرَيتُ عَبرَةً
كَماjust as ضَيَّعَlet fall السِلكَthe thread الجُمانَthe pearls المُثَقَّباpierced
كَما ضَيَّعَ السِلكَ الجُمانَ المُثَقَّبا
And on the day at Firad al-Washm, I shed a tear,
As a thread lets fall its pierced pearls.
وَمَنand whoever يَعلَقِbecomes attached to البيضَthe fair-skinned women الكَواعِبَthe round-breasted maidens قَلبُهُhis heart
وَمَن يَعلَقِ البيضَ الكَواعِبَ قَلبُهُ
وَيَبغُضنَهُand they hate him يُدعَis called الشَقِيَّthe wretched one المُعَذَّباthe tormented one
وَيَبغُضنَهُ يُدعَ الشَقِيَّ المُعَذَّبا
And he whose heart clings to fair-skinned, round-breasted maidens,
While they hate him, is called wretched and tormented.
فَمُرّاso go on, you two عَلىdespite ظَلامَةِthe oppression of الأَينِfatigue فَاِنطِقاthen speak, you two
فَمُرّا عَلى ظَلامَةِ الأَينِ فَاِنطِقا
بِعُذريin my defense إِلَيهاto her وَاِذكُرانيand mention me, you two تَعَجُّباwith wonder
بِعُذري إِلَيها وَاِذكُراني تَعَجُّبا
So go on, you two, despite the cruelty of fatigue, and speak
To her in my defense; mention me with wonder.
وَقولاand say, you two إِذاwhen عَدَّتare counted ذُنوبٌfaults كَثيرَةٌmany
وَقولا إِذا عَدَّت ذُنوبٌ كَثيرَةٌ
عَلَيناagainst us تَجَنّاهاshe falsely imputes them ذُرىleave aside (reading uncertain) ماwhat تَعَيَّباwas blameworthy
عَلَينا تَجَنّاها ذُرى ما تَعَيَّبا
And say, when many faults are counted
Against us, charges she invents: 'Leave aside what is blameworthy;
هَبينيconsider me اِمرِأًa man إِمّاeither بَريئاًinnocent ظَلَمتِهِyou wronged him
هَبيني اِمرِأً إِمّا بَريئاً ظَلَمتِهِ
وَإِمّاor else مُسيئاًan offender تابَhe repented بَعدُafterward وَأَعتَباand made amends
وَإِمّا مُسيئاً تابَ بَعدُ وَأَعتَبا
Consider me a man—either innocent, whom you wronged,
Or an offender who later repented and made amends.'
فَلَمّاbut when أَبَتshe refused لاnot تَقبَلُshe accepts العُذرَthe excuse وَاِرتَمىand swept away
فَلَمّا أَبَت لا تَقبَلُ العُذرَ وَاِرتَمى
بِهاwith her كَذِبُthe falsehood of الواشينَthe slanderers شَأواًa course مُغَرِّباfar afield
بِها كَذِبُ الواشينَ شَأواً مُغَرِّبا
But when she refused to accept the excuse, and was swept
Far off course by the slanderers' lies,
تَعَزَّيتُI consoled myself عَنهاover her بِالصُدودِby turning away وَلَمand not أَكُنI was
تَعَزَّيتُ عَنها بِالصُدودِ وَلَم أَكُن
لِمَنto whoever ضَنَّwas stingy عَنّيtoward me بِالمَوَدَّةِwith affection أَقرَباcloser
لِمَن ضَنَّ عَنّي بِالمَوَدَّةِ أَقرَبا
I consoled myself for her loss by turning away; I would not
Draw closer to one who withheld affection from me.
وَكُنتُand I was كَذيlike one with داءٍan illness تُبغيyou seek لِدائِهِfor his illness
وَكُنتُ كَذي داءٍ تُبغي لِدائِهِ
طَبيباًa physician فَلَمّاthen when لَمnot يَجِدهُhe found him تَطَبَّباhe treated himself
طَبيباً فَلَمّا لَم يَجِدهُ تَطَبَّبا
And I was like an ailing man for whose illness you seek
A physician; when he found none, he treated himself.
فَلَمّاand when اِشتَفىhe recovered مِمّاfrom what بِهِwas in him عَلَّgrew (reading uncertain) طِبُّهُhis healing skill
فَلَمّا اِشتَفى مِمّا بِهِ عَلَّ طِبُّهُ
عَلىupon نَفسِهِhimself مِنfrom طولِthe long duration of ماwhat كانَhe had جَرَّباtried
عَلى نَفسِهِ مِن طولِ ما كانَ جَرَّبا
And when he recovered from his ailment, his healing skill had grown
In treating himself, through his long experience.
Sol 6.1