ياO هَذِهِyou, woman أَقصِريdesist ماnot هَذِهِthis woman بَشَرُa human being
يا هَذِهِ أَقصِري ما هَذِهِ بَشَرُ
وَلاnor الخَرائِدُthe secluded maidens مِنamong أَترابِهاher age-mates الأُخَرُthe others
وَلا الخَرائِدُ مِن أَترابِها الأُخَرُ
O you, desist: this woman is no human being,
O you with the short stature, no blame to her
Nor are the other secluded maidens of her age human.
Nor the others of her peers
خَرَجنَthey came forth فيin خُضرَةٍgreenness كَالرَوضِlike a garden لَيسَthere is not لَهاfor them
خَرَجنَ في خُضرَةٍ كَالرَوضِ لَيسَ لَها
إِلّاexcept الحُلِيَّthe jewelry عَلىupon أَعناقِهاtheir necks زَهَرُflowers
إِلّا الحُلِيَّ عَلى أَعناقِها زَهَرُ
They came forth in green, like a garden with no
She came out in greenery like a garden with
Flowers but the jewels upon their necks.
Naught but necklaces adorning her blossoms
بِدُرَّةٍwith a pearl حَفَّهاencircled her مِنfrom حَولِهاaround her دُرَرٌpearls
بِدُرَّةٍ حَفَّها مِن حَولِها دُرَرٌ
أَرضىappeased غَرامِيَmy passion فيهاfor her دَمعِيَmy tears الدِرَرُcopious
أَرضى غَرامِيَ فيها دَمعِيَ الدِرَرُ
With a pearl encircled all around by pearls;
With a single pearl surrounded by pearls
My copious tears appeased my passion for her.
Pleasing my passion with its tearful pearls
رِيَمٌgazelles أَبَتrefused أَنthat يَريمَleave الحُزنُsorrow ليfor me جَلَداًfortitude
رِيَمٌ أَبَت أَن يَريمَ الحُزنُ لي جَلَداً
وَالعَينُand the eye عَينٌa spring بِماءِwith the water of الشَوقِlonging تَبتَدِرُrushes forth
وَالعَينُ عَينٌ بِماءِ الشَوقِ تَبتَدِرُ
Gazelles who would not let sorrow leave me any fortitude,
A gazelle who refused to allow sorrow to rend me
And the eye is a spring, gushing with longing's water.
While my eyes hasten with the water of yearning
صَبَّpoured الشَبابُyouth عَلَيهاupon her وَهوَwhile it was مُقتَبَلٌin its first bloom
صَبَّ الشَبابُ عَلَيها وَهوَ مُقتَبَلٌ
ماءًwater مِنَof الحُسنِbeauty ماnot فيin صَفوِهِits clarity كَدَرُcloudiness
ماءً مِنَ الحُسنِ ما في صَفوِهِ كَدَرُ
Youth, in its first bloom, poured upon her
Youth poured upon her, still immature
Water of beauty, with no cloudiness in its clarity.
Water of beauty in whose purity there was no turbidity
لَولاwere it not for العُيونُthe eyes وَتُفّاحُand the apples of الخُدودِcheeks إِذاًthen
لَولا العُيونُ وَتُفّاحُ الخُدودِ إِذاً
ماnot كانَwould يَحسُدُenvy أَعمىa blind man مَنone who لَهُhe has بَصَرُsight
ما كانَ يَحسُدُ أَعمى مَن لَهُ بَصَرُ
Were it not for eyes and the apples of cheeks,
Were it not for the eyes and apples of cheeks
No blind man would envy someone with sight.
The blind would not envy one with sight
حُيّيتَmay you be greeted مِنas a طَلَلٍa ruined dwelling لَمnot تُبقِyou left ليfor me طَلَلاًa remnant
حُيّيتَ مِن طَلَلٍ لَم تُبقِ لي طَلَلاً
إِلّاexcept وَفيهِand within it أَسىًsorrow تَرشيحُهُits nurturing الذِكرُremembrance
إِلّا وَفيهِ أَسىً تَرشيحُهُ الذِكرُ
Greetings, O ruin! You left no remnant of me
You bid farewell from a ruin and left me no ruins
Without sorrow nourished by remembrance.
Save those in which grief flows with remembrance
قالواthey said أَتَبكيdo you weep? عَلىover رَسمٍa trace فَقُلتُso I said لَهُمto them
قالوا أَتَبكي عَلى رَسمٍ فَقُلتُ لَهُم
مَنwhoever فاتَهُhas eluded him العَينُthe beloved herself هَدّىguides شَوقَهُhis longing الأَثَرُthe trace
مَن فاتَهُ العَينُ هَدّى شَوقَهُ الأَثَرُ
They said, 'Do you weep over a trace?' So I said to them:
They said, do you cry over a vestige, so I said to them
For one denied the beloved herself, her trace guides his longing.
He whose eyes it escaped, his longing guides him to the trace
إِنَّindeed الكِرامَthe noble كَثيرٌmany فيin البِلادِthe lands وَإِنand even if
إِنَّ الكِرامَ كَثيرٌ في البِلادِ وَإِن
قَلّواthey are few كَماjust as غَيرُهُمothers besides them قُلٌّfew وَإِنand even if كَثَرواthey are many
قَلّوا كَما غَيرُهُم قُلٌّ وَإِن كَثَروا
Indeed, the noble are many in the land, even if
Indeed the generous are many in the lands even if
They are few, just as others are few, even if numerous.
They are few, like others, few though many
لاlet not يَدهَمَنَّكَoverwhelm you مِنfrom دَهمائِهِمtheir rabble عَدَدٌa multitude
لا يَدهَمَنَّكَ مِن دَهمائِهِم عَدَدٌ
فَإِنَّfor indeed جُلَّهُمُmost of them بَلrather كُلَّهُمall of them بَقَرُcattle
فَإِنَّ جُلَّهُمُ بَل كُلَّهُم بَقَرُ
Let no multitude from their rabble overwhelm you;
The number of their arrogant will not make you despair
For most of them—indeed, all of them—are cattle.
For most, nay all of them, are but cattle
وَكُلَّماand whenever أَمسَتِbecame الأَخطارُranks بَينَهُمُamong them
وَكُلَّما أَمسَتِ الأَخطارُ بَينَهُمُ
هَلكىdead تَبَيَّنَbecame clear مَنwho أَمسىbecame لَهُhe has خَطَرُstanding
هَلكى تَبَيَّنَ مَن أَمسى لَهُ خَطَرُ
And whenever distinctions among them lie
And whenever perils appeared amongst them
Dead, it becomes clear who still has standing.
He who faced peril, his demise became evident
لَوif لَمnot تُصادِفwere found on شِياتُthe coat colors of البُهمِunmarked horses أَكثَرَmost of ماwhat
لَو لَم تُصادِف شِياتُ البُهمِ أَكثَرَ ما
فيamong الخَيلِhorses لَمnot تُحمَدِbe praised الأَوضاحُwhite markings وَالغُرَرُand forehead blazes
في الخَيلِ لَم تُحمَدِ الأَوضاحُ وَالغُرَرُ
Had unmarked coats not characterized most
Had mishaps of time not befallen most of
Of the horses, white markings and forehead blazes would not be praised.
That in horses, excellent steeds and warriors were not praised
نِعمَexcellent is الفَتىthe young man عُمَرٌUmar فيin كُلِّevery نائِبَةٍcalamity
نِعمَ الفَتى عُمَرٌ في كُلِّ نائِبَةٍ
نابَتthat befell وَقَلَّتand proved slight لَهُfor him نِعمَexcellent is الفَتىthe young man عُمَرُUmar
نابَت وَقَلَّت لَهُ نِعمَ الفَتى عُمَرُ
What a fine young man is Umar in every calamity
How excellent the young man Umar is, in every
That strikes and proves slight to him—what a fine young man is Umar!
Misfortune that befell, saying: how excellent the young man Umar
يُعطيhe gives وَيَحمَدُand he praises مَنwhoever يَأتيهِcomes to him يَحمَدُهُpraising him
يُعطي وَيَحمَدُ مَن يَأتيهِ يَحمَدُهُ
فَشُكرُهُso his gratitude عِوَضٌrecompense وَمالُهُand his wealth هَدَرُgiven without return
فَشُكرُهُ عِوَضٌ وَمالُهُ هَدَرُ
He gives, and praises whoever comes to him praising him;
He gives and is praised, whoever comes to him, he praises him
So his thanks are recompense, while his wealth is given without return.
So his gratitude is recompense, and his wealth largesse
مُجَرِّدٌunsheathing سَيفَa sword of رَأيٍjudgment مِنfrom عَزيمَتِهِhis resolve
مُجَرِّدٌ سَيفَ رَأيٍ مِن عَزيمَتِهِ
لِلدَهرِagainst Time صَيقَلُهُits polisher الإِطراقُbowed-head contemplation وَالفِكَرُand reflections
لِلدَهرِ صَيقَلُهُ الإِطراقُ وَالفِكَرُ
He draws from his resolve a sword of judgment
Brandishing the sword of his sound opinion
Against Time, polished by bowed-head contemplation and thought;
Time's sheath polishes it, and reflection sharpens it
عَضباًkeen-edged إِذاwhen سَلَّهُhe draws it فيin وَجهِthe face of نائِبَةٍa calamity
عَضباً إِذا سَلَّهُ في وَجهِ نائِبَةٍ
جاءَتcame إِلَيهِto him بِناتُthe daughters of الدَهرِTime تَعتَذِرُapologizing
جاءَت إِلَيهِ بِناتُ الدَهرِ تَعتَذِرُ
Keen-edged: when he draws it in the face of a calamity,
Wrathful when he unleashed it in the face of misfortune
The daughters of Time come to him apologizing.
That came to him, the days' daughters come to apologize
وَسائِلٍand a questioner عَنabout أَبيAbu حَفصٍHafs فَقُلتُso I said لَهُto him
وَسائِلٍ عَن أَبي حَفصٍ فَقُلتُ لَهُ
أَمسِكhold back عِنانَكَyour reins عَنهُfrom him إِنَّهُindeed he is القَدَرُFate
أَمسِك عِنانَكَ عَنهُ إِنَّهُ القَدَرُ
And to one who asked about Abu Hafs, I said:
One asking about Abu Hafs, so I said to him
Hold back your reins from him: he is Fate.
Restrain yourself from him, for he is fate
هُوَhe الهُمامُthe great-hearted hero هُوَhe الصابُthe bitter sap المُريحُdeath-bringing هُوَhe الthe
هُوَ الهُمامُ هُوَ الصابُ المُريحُ هُوَ ال
حَتفُdeath الوَحِيُّswift هُوَhe الصَمّامَةُthe unbending sword الذَكَرُhard-tempered
حَتفُ الوَحِيُّ هُوَ الصَمّامَةُ الذَكَرُ
He is the great-hearted hero, he is the deadly bitter sap, he is the
He is the spirit, he is the firm mountain, he is the
Swift death; he is the unbending, hard-tempered sword.
Comforting rain, he is the inspired enthusiast, he is the memorable echo
فَتىًa young man تَراهُyou see him فَتَنفيso banishes العُسرَhardship غُرَّتُهُhis radiant brow
فَتىً تَراهُ فَتَنفي العُسرَ غُرَّتُهُ
يُمناًthrough good fortune وَيَنبُعُand springs forth مِنfrom أَسرارِهاits lines اليُسُرُease
يُمناً وَيَنبُعُ مِن أَسرارِها اليُسُرُ
A young man whose radiant brow, when you see him, banishes hardship
A young man you see, his pride dispels hardship
By its auspiciousness, while ease springs from its lines.
Auspiciously, and ease springs from its essence
فِدىًas a ransom لَهُfor him مُقشَعِرٌّone who shudders حينَwhen تَسأَلُهُyou ask him
فِدىً لَهُ مُقشَعِرٌّ حينَ تَسأَلُهُ
خَوفَfor fear of السُؤالِthe request كَأَنas though فيin جِلدِهِhis skin وَبَرُfur
خَوفَ السُؤالِ كَأَن في جِلدِهِ وَبَرُ
May one who bristles when you ask him be his ransom,
His ransom when you ask him, fearing to ask
For fear of the request, as though his skin bore fur.
As if there were hair and fleas on his skin
أَنّىhow تُرىcould you be seen عاطِلاًunadorned مِنof حَليِthe ornament of مُكرَمَةٍa noble deed
أَنّى تُرى عاطِلاً مِن حَليِ مُكرَمَةٍ
وَكُلَّand every يَومٍday تُرىare seen فيin مالِكَyour wealth الغِيَرُchanges
وَكُلَّ يَومٍ تُرى في مالِكَ الغِيَرُ
How could you be seen without the adornment of a noble deed,
How can you see him devoid of honored sustenance
When each day sees changes in your wealth?
While each day in others' possessions you see plenty
لِلَّهِto God دَرُّexcellence بَنيthe sons of عَبدِAbd العَزيزِal-Aziz فَكَمfor how many
لِلَّهِ دَرُّ بَني عَبدِ العَزيزِ فَكَم
أَردواthey slew عَزيزَa mighty one of عِدىًenemies فيin خَدِّهِhis cheek صَعَرُa haughty tilt
أَردوا عَزيزَ عِدىً في خَدِّهِ صَعَرُ
God bless the sons of Abd al-Aziz! How many
God's blessing on the clan of Abdulaziz, for how many
Mighty foes with pride-tilted cheeks have they slain!
Times they repelled the mighty foe's cheek
تُتلىare recited وَصاياthe precepts of المَعاليhigh virtues بَينَin أَظهُرِهِمtheir midst
تُتلى وَصايا المَعالي بَينَ أَظهُرِهِم
حَتّىuntil لَقَدindeed ظَنَّthought قَومٌsome people أَنَّهاthat they were سُوَرُQur'anic chapters
حَتّى لَقَد ظَنَّ قَومٌ أَنَّها سُوَرُ
The precepts of high virtues are recited in their midst,
His sublime behests are recited among their shoulders
So much that some have thought them Qur'anic chapters.
Some folks even thought they were Quranic verses
ياO لَيتَif only شِعرِيَmy knowledge مَنone who هاتاthese مَآثِرُهُhis glorious deeds
يا لَيتَ شِعرِيَ مَن هاتا مَآثِرُهُ
ماذاwhat الَّذيis it that بِبُلوغِin reaching النَجمِthe star يَنتَظِرُhe awaits
ماذا الَّذي بِبُلوغِ النَجمِ يَنتَظِرُ
Oh, would that I knew: a man whose glorious deeds are these—
Oh, I wonder who is he whose glories are these
What is he waiting for before reaching the star?
What is it that he awaits in attaining the starry heights
بِالشِعرِin poetry طولٌreach إِذاwhen اِصطَكَّتclashed قَصائِدُهُits odes
بِالشِعرِ طولٌ إِذا اِصطَكَّت قَصائِدُهُ
فيamong مَعشَرٍone company وَبِهِand in it عَنin relation to مَعشَرٍanother company قِصَرُshortcoming
في مَعشَرٍ وَبِهِ عَن مَعشَرٍ قِصَرُ
Poetry has reach when its odes clash
In poetry there is prolixity when its odes
Among one people, yet falls short of another.
Rival one group and fall short of another
سافِرtravel بِطَرفِكَwith your gaze فيthrough أَقصىthe furthest reaches of مَكارِمِناour noble deeds
سافِر بِطَرفِكَ في أَقصى مَكارِمِنا
إِنif لَمnot يَكُنthere was لَكَfor you فيin تَأسيسِهاtheir founding سَفَرُa journey
إِن لَم يَكُن لَكَ في تَأسيسِها سَفَرُ
Travel with your gaze to the furthest reaches of our noble deeds,
Journey with your eyes to the furthest of our glories
If you have made no journey in laying their foundations.
If you have no traveling to establish them
هَلdid أَورَقَput forth leaves المَجدَglory إِلّاexcept فيamong بَنيthe sons of أُدَدٍUdad
هَل أَورَقَ المَجدَ إِلّا في بَني أُدَدٍ
أَوِor اِجتُنِيَwas gathered مِنهُfrom it لَولاwere it not for طَيِّىءٌTayy ثَمَرُfruit
أَوِ اِجتُنِيَ مِنهُ لَولا طَيِّىءٌ ثَمَرُ
Did glory put forth leaves except among the sons of Udad,
Did glory flower except in Odad's clan
Or, without Tayy, was any fruit gathered from it?
Or was any fruit thereof plucked but by Tai'?
لَولاwere it not for أَحاديثُtales بَقَّتهاspread them abroad مَآثِرُناour glorious deeds
لَولا أَحاديثُ بَقَّتها مَآثِرُنا
مِنَof النَدىbounty وَالرَدىand death لَمnot يُعجِبwould delight السَمَرُevening conversation
مِنَ النَدى وَالرَدى لَم يُعجِب السَمَرُ
Were it not for tales spread abroad by our glorious deeds
Were it not for traditions that perpetuated our glories
Of bounty and death, evening conversation would have no charm.
Of dew and rebuttal, the night conversation would not please