أثارتstirred دموعاtears كنتyou were لنwould not تستبيتهاsummon them (unclear form)
أثارت دموعا كنت لن تستبيتها
ديارٌdwellings حَدَتdrove away عنكfrom you الحداةthe camel-drivers قطينهَاtheir inhabitants
ديارٌ حَدَت عنك الحداة قطينهَا
They stirred tears you would never have summoned—
You aroused tears I never thought would flow,
the dwellings whose people the camel-drivers drove away from you.
In dwellings strangers made desolate when they overran them.
فلماso when رأيتI saw الدورthe dwellings قفراdeserted محيلةbarren
فلما رأيت الدور قفرا محيلة
توهمتُI imagined آياتٍtraces لهاof them لتبينهاto discern them
توهمتُ آياتٍ لها لتبينها
So when I saw the dwellings deserted and barren,
When I saw the houses empty and forlorn
I imagined their traces, trying to discern them.
I fancied them inscribed with lessons plain to see.
فاجريتso I made flow دمعthe tears of العينthe eye والنفسand the soul بينهاamong them
فاجريت دمع العين والنفس بينها
ترددrepeated بعدafter الظاعنينthe departing travelers حنينهاits yearning
تردد بعد الظاعنين حنينها
I let my eye's tears flow, while my soul among them
So I let fall the tears that started to my eyes
repeated its yearning after the travelers had gone.
As, after those who lived there, I too mourned their fate.
فحقso it was fitting لنفسfor a soul أنto تجنgo mad وأنهاand that it
فحق لنفس أن تجن وأنها
تقطِّعbreaks into fragments منfrom بعدafter الحنينthe yearning أنينَهاits moaning
تقطِّع من بعد الحنين أنينَها
A soul had every right to go mad, and to
My soul deserves to grieve and grieve again
utter broken moans after its yearning.
And sever, after love, all love's remaining ties.
دعlet المدمعthe tears المصطانَheld in reserve يجرىflow بمقلتيin my eye
دع المدمع المصطانَ يجرى بمقلتي
غداbecame دمعهاits tears ديناa debt عليهاupon it ودينهَاand its habit
غدا دمعها دينا عليها ودينهَا
Let the tears held in reserve flow from my eye;
Let him who suffers long make tears his occupation;
its tears have become both its debt and its habit.
Tomorrow his tears will seem his consolation and his faith.
ألمhave you not ترseen أنthat الدورthe dwellings أقوتbecame deserted وأننيand that I
ألم تر أن الدور أقوت وأنني
عهدتI once knew بهاin them حَورَاa dark-eyed beauty وحُوراًand dark-eyed women يلينَهاattending her
عهدت بها حَورَا وحُوراً يلينَها
Have you not seen that the dwellings stand empty, and that I
Did you not see that Time has conquered us and made
once knew there a dark-eyed beauty and dark-eyed women attending her?
The doves that were our neighbors wild birds flying free,
عهدتI once knew بهاin them حَورَاa dark-eyed beauty أَعارتlent غزالةٌthe sun
عهدت بها حَورَا أَعارت غزالةٌ
لهاto her وغزالٌand a gazelle عينَهاher eyes وجبينَهاand her brow
لها وغزالٌ عينَها وجبينَها
I knew there a dark-eyed beauty; the sun lent
Made them wild birds that borrowed from the roe her looks
her, with a gazelle, her eyes and her brow;
And from the red deer his eyes and brow serene,
ونَورُand blossoms of الأقاحىthe daisies الثغرَthe mouth والخمرُand wine ريقةًsaliva
ونَورُ الأقاحى الثغرَ والخمرُ ريقةً
وزفand down of الغرابthe raven الفرعَthe hair وألبانُand the ban tree (probable reading) لِينَهاher suppleness
وزف الغراب الفرعَ وألبانُ لِينَها
daisy blossoms lent her mouth, and wine her saliva;
While the soft light of Scorpio glowed in their lips
raven down her hair, and the ban tree her suppleness.
And the raven lent the branches his dark green.
وقدand indeed جرعتنيshe made me swallow بالنوىthrough separation مضضthe anguish of الهوىlove
وقد جرعتني بالنوى مضض الهوى
لتمنعto withhold منof عذبthe sweetness of الوصالunion معينهَاher flowing spring
لتمنع من عذب الوصال معينهَا
And through separation she made me swallow love's anguish,
The stars of Naua gave me of desire my fill,
to withhold her wellspring of sweet union.
To forbid me the gentle union that I crave.
فلماso when بداbecame plain صرمىmy abandonment وغودِرتُand I was left مولعاinfatuated
فلما بدا صرمى وغودِرتُ مولعا
بأظعانهاwith her departing caravan حيرانَbewildered نَفسٍof soul حَزِينَهاsorrowful in it
بأظعانها حيرانَ نَفسٍ حَزِينَها
When my abandonment became plain, and I was left infatuated
When dawn began to break I rose perplexed, distracted
with her departing caravan, bewildered and sorrowful of soul,
By the soft voices of the birds that broke my rest.
صرفتُI turned الهوىlove عنهاaway from her إلىto مَنone who فريضُهhis verse (probable reading)
صرفتُ الهوى عنها إلى مَن فريضُه
إذَاwhenever أنشدhe recites الأشعارpoems كانis حسينهاtheir finest
إذَا أنشد الأشعار كان حسينها
I turned my love from her to one whose verse,
I put aside for them the love I bore for you
whenever he recites poems, is their finest.
And turned to one whose office is men's praise to sing,
لهhe has دررpearls منثورةunstrung وجواهرٌand jewels
له درر منثورة وجواهرٌ
لدىwithin الفكرthe mind يبدىhe reveals بالنظامby composing verse ثمينَهاtheir precious ones
لدى الفكر يبدى بالنظام ثمينَها
He has unstrung pearls and jewels
Who has a treasure-store of lovely verse and prose
within his mind; he reveals their finest by stringing them into verse.
Which, with his wisdom, he disposes line by line;
وإنand if رامهchallenged him سِلقُa fierce one الضراغمof the lions بَرَّهhe outdid it
وإن رامه سِلقُ الضراغم بَرَّه
ويحمىand he protects منfrom الأسدthe lions الضوارىthe ravening ones عرينَهاtheir lair
ويحمى من الأسد الضوارى عرينَها
And if a fierce lion challenges him, he outdoes it,
And if he seeks a cloak for envious men to wear,
and guards their lair against ravening lions.
He fashions one of fur to rout the wild beasts' rage.
أياO ضيغمَlion of الهيجاbattle وياعيلمand O ocean of الندىgenerosity
أيا ضيغمَ الهيجا وياعيلم الندى
خُلقتَyou were created كريمَnoble of النفسsoul لستyou are not ضنينَهاmiserly with it
خُلقتَ كريمَ النفس لست ضنينَها
O lion of battle, O ocean of generosity,
O noble one of generous soul, no niggard you,
you were created noble of soul, not miserly with it.
Nature designed you to be open-handed, frank and kind.
وإنيand I أريدseek اليومtoday عندكfrom you حاجةًa favor
وإني أريد اليوم عندك حاجةً
لأنكbecause you تعطىgrant الحاجةthe request السائلينهاto those requesting it
لأنك تعطى الحاجة السائلينها
And today I seek a favor from you,
Today I have a favor that I seek from you,
for you grant requests to those who ask for them.
Knowing you grant whatever favor one requests.
وهِىَّand it is اجتنابavoiding لاشيخthe sheikh أحمدَAhmad بالهجَاwith satire
وهِىَّ اجتناب لاشيخ أحمدَ بالهجَا
ومعذرةًand an excuse لابُدَّit is necessary أنthat تستبينهاyou discern it
ومعذرةً لابُدَّ أن تستبينها
It is to refrain from satirizing Sheikh Ahmad,
It is—spare Shaykh Ahmad, blame him not in verse however wild,
and an excuse you must clearly understand.
Make excuse for him, see how he may be excused.
وقدand indeed هيجstirred البغضاءhatred بعدafter مودةaffection
وقد هيج البغضاء بعد مودة
هِجَاهُhis satire وكانand were الناسُthe people مُجتنبينَهاshunning it
هِجَاهُ وكان الناسُ مُجتنبينَها
And hatred was stirred, after affection,
He stirred up hatred in his envy and his hate,
by his satire, though people had shunned that hatred.
Though men had been endeavoring to avoid all stir.
وإنand if هيجhe stirs up الهيجاءconflict فاعلمthen know بِأنهاthat it
وإن هيج الهيجاء فاعلم بِأنها
تجرِّعmakes drink ذَاthis one صَفواًclear water وذلكand that one طينهاits mud
تجرِّع ذَا صَفواً وذلك طينها
And if he stirs up conflict, know that it
If he arouses anger, bear in mind that he
makes one drink clear water, and another its mud.
Must drink the bitter cup—such is his destiny.
وماand not كانwas هذاthis النصحcounsel غلاexcept (probable reading) محبةًaffection
وما كان هذا النصح غلا محبةً
وخالصَand pure وِدٍّgoodwill حينwhen خَانَhe betrayed الدَّينَهاits debt (unclear form)
وخالصَ وِدٍّ حين خَانَ الدَّينَها
This counsel was nothing but affection
My wish to make excuse for him was not mere love,
and pure goodwill, when he betrayed its debt (wording unclear).
Sincere good will it was, when he forgot his faith.
ونفسِىand my soul لماof what ترجوهُit hopes for it عندكfrom you أيقنتbecame certain
ونفسِى لما ترجوهُ عندك أيقنت
فحققso fulfill لهاfor it دونwithout الخلافcontradiction يقينهاits certainty
فحقق لها دون الخلاف يقينها
And my soul is certain of what it hopes for from you;
My soul is sure that you will not deny its plea.
so make its certainty come true, without contradicting it.
Confirm its certainty: do not prolong the strife!
لقدindeed دستyou trod upon السعودَthe auspicious stars ولاand no صعودَاascent
لقد دست السعودَ ولا صعودَا
يفوقsurpasses صعودَthe ascent of مَنone who داسtrod upon السعوداthe auspicious stars
يفوق صعودَ مَن داس السعودا
You have indeed trodden upon the auspicious stars; no ascent
You have surpassed the meteors in your soaring,
surpasses the ascent of one who treads those stars.
And no ascent excels your rising flight.
وقدand indeed عمتencompassed مواهبُكyour gifts البراياall creatures
وقد عمت مواهبُك البرايا
وفيand regarding تِلكthose المواهبَgifts لَنwill not تَعُودَاyou take them back
وفي تِلك المواهبَ لَن تَعُودَا
And your gifts have embraced all creatures,
Your gifts encompass all the lands, and gifts like yours
and you will never take those gifts back.
Will never soar again to such a height.
شَدتsang ورقgray ones among الحمامِthe doves لدىduring اهتمامِىmy distress
شَدت ورق الحمامِ لدى اهتمامِى
فكدتُso I nearly لسدوهاat their song (probable reading) ألقىmeet حِمَامِىmy death
فكدتُ لسدوها ألقى حِمَامِى
The gray doves sang amid my distress,
Because of my anxiety I had let my carrier pigeons go,
and at their song I nearly met my death.
And all but cast away my cherished birds;
شدتsang ورقgray ones among الحمامthe doves فهجنso they stirred مالاwhat had not
شدت ورق الحمام فهجن مالا
يهيجstirs قبلهاbefore them شدوُthe singing of الحَمَامِdoves
يهيج قبلها شدوُ الحَمَامِ
The gray doves sang, and stirred what no
I let my carrier pigeons go and so was left without
dove-song had stirred before them.
The cooing I had known before to stir my heart.
سمعتI heard حمامةًa dove تدعوcalling هديلاًa coo
سمعت حمامةً تدعو هديلاً
تذكرreminding بالمعاهدof old haunts والخيامand tents
تذكر بالمعاهد والخيام
I heard a dove uttering its coo,
I heard a dove call mournfully and stir
reminding me of the old haunts and tents.
Yearning for past encampments and past friends.
فتهتافُso the cries of الحمائمthe doves هاجstirred هَمّىmy sorrow
فتهتافُ الحمائم هاج هَمّى
وشوقىand my longing للمعاهدfor old haunts والخيامand tents
وشوقى للمعاهد والخيام
The doves' cries stirred my sorrow
The doves' soft moan aroused my grief
and my longing for the old haunts and tents.
And longing for the friends of former days.
معاهدُhaunts قدعهدتI once knew بهاin them قَطَامِQatam
معاهدُ قدعهدت بها قَطَامِ
كلفتُI became enamored بهنwith them منsince زمنِthe time of الفطامweaning
كلفتُ بهن من زمنِ الفطام
Haunts where I once knew Qatam,
Those friends I pledged to cherish and uphold
which I have loved since the time of weaning.
When I was delicately nurtured in my youth.
فمنso whoever رامseeks انفطامىmy weaning عنfrom هواهاlove of her
فمن رام انفطامى عن هواها
فقدthen indeed عُسُرُis difficult انفطامىmy weaning عنfrom قَطَامQatam
فقد عُسُرُ انفطامى عن قَطَام
Whoever seeks to wean me from loving her
He who would see me break the pledges of my youth
will find weaning me from Qatam hard indeed.
Would find it hard indeed to turn me from my path.
توهمتI imagined الرسومَthe traces بهاin them كخالlike a dot
توهمت الرسومَ بها كخال
وشامof a tattooer فيon المعاصمthe wrists أوor وشامa tattoo
وشام في المعاصم أو وشام
I fancied the traces there like the dot
I fancied I could trace beloved lines
of a tattooer on wrists, or like a tattoo.
Like moles on arms or beauty-spots thereon.
وكمand many a غيثrainstorm أَرَبَّlingered بِهنَّover them عاماfor a year
وكم غيث أَرَبَّ بِهنَّ عاما
راوعدهits thunderclaps (probable reading) تزمزمrumbled باهتزامwith a crashing roar
راوعده تزمزم باهتزام
And many a rainstorm lingered over them for a year,
How many a shower we loved in days gone by,
its thunderclaps rumbling with a crashing roar.
As Tuzum's raindrops pattered on the roof!
وكمand how often هاجتstirred رسومtraces دارساتٌfaded
وكم هاجت رسوم دارساتٌ
هموماsorrows للمشوقfor the longing one المستهامthe love-crazed one
هموما للمشوق المستهام
And how often faded traces stirred
How many a lovely form has charmed my sight,
sorrows in the longing, love-crazed one!
As the fascinator charms the passion-maddened heart!
تحاورهاconverse with them السوارىthe night rains والسوالىand the unmindful (uncertain)
تحاورها السوارى والسوالى
وأسرابand herds of الأوابدwild animals والنعامand ostriches
وأسراب الأوابد والنعام
Night rains converse with them, and the unmindful (reading uncertain),
Converse with them has been my soul's delight,
and herds of wild beasts and ostriches.
Gazelles, wild cows, all winged and footed things.
ومنand whoever نظرgazes at المحاسنthe beauties منof قطامِQatam
ومن نظر المحاسن من قطامِ
تخرقis torn apart بالصبابةby yearning والغرامand passion
تخرق بالصبابة والغرام
And whoever gazes on Qatam's beauties
Whoever views those charms I keep enshrined
is torn apart by yearning and passion.
Must pierce veils to come at the beloved within.
إذاwhen كشفتshe lifts نقابthe veil of الوجهthe face كانتshe is
إذا كشفت نقاب الوجه كانت
بضوءwith the light of البدرthe full moon واضحةَradiant in ابتسامsmiling
بضوء البدر واضحةَ ابتسام
When she lifts the veil from her face, she shines
When it casts off the veil that hides the face
with the full moon's light, her smile radiant.
It shines in brightness like the shining moon.
ترىyou see فيin الثَّغرِthe mouth مِنهاof her وَالمُحَيَّاand the face
ترى في الثَّغرِ مِنها وَالمُحَيَّا
بَوارِقَflashes of الابتِسامِsmiling والتَّساميand sublimity
بَوارِقَ الابتِسامِ والتَّسامي
You see in her mouth and countenance
You may observe within the lips and cheeks
flashes of smiles and sublimity.
Flashes of radiance and serenity.
لَهاshe has ثغرa mouth يعلّgiven another drink بصرخديٍّwith Sarkhadi wine
لَها ثغر يعلّ بصرخديٍّ
بهwith it تفترshe smiles عنrevealing حَبِّgrains of الغمامthe clouds
به تفتر عن حَبِّ الغمام
She has a mouth refreshed again with Sarkhadi wine;
It has a mouth that mocks the brightness
with it she smiles, revealing hailstones.
Of Scorpio with its bend and curve.
تريكshe shows you لدىduring التثنيswaying خُوطa slender bough of بَانٍa ban tree
تريك لدى التثني خُوط بَانٍ
وأرَدَافاًand hips تَأبَّطُyou clasp beneath your arm بالهُيَامِin lovesick passion
وأرَدَافاً تَأبَّطُ بالهُيَامِ
As she sways, she shows you a slender ban-tree bough,
It shows you, when it smiles, threads of sharp pearls,
and hips you clasp in lovesick passion.
And breasts like pomegranates crowned upon the bough.