وَماand no مُزنَةٌraincloud جادَتpoured generously فَأَسبَلَthen streamed down وَدقُهاits rain
وَما مُزنَةٌ جادَت فَأَسبَلَ وَدقُها
عَلىupon رَوضَةٍa meadow رَيحانُهاits fragrant herbs قَدalready تَخَضَّداhad bent low
عَلى رَوضَةٍ رَيحانُها قَد تَخَضَّدا
No raincloud that poured generously, its rain streaming down
The heavy cloud pours forth its bounty,
upon a meadow whose fragrant herbs had bent low,
drenching a garden whose basil is in bloom—
كَأَنَّas though تِجارَthe merchants of الهِندِIndia حَلّوunloaded رِحالَهُمtheir baggage
كَأَنَّ تِجارَ الهِندِ حَلّو رِحالَهُم
عَلَيهاupon it طُروقاًarriving by night ثُمَّthen أَضحَواthey spent the morning بِهاin it الغَداthe next morning
عَلَيها طُروقاً ثُمَّ أَضحَوا بِها الغَدا
as though the merchants of India had unloaded their baggage
as though the Indian merchants had pitched
upon it by night, then spent the next morning there,
their tents awhile, then folded them to resume
بِأَطيَبَany sweeter-scented مِنthan ثَوبَينِtwo garments تَأويtakes shelter إِلَيهِماin the two of them
بِأَطيَبَ مِن ثَوبَينِ تَأوي إِلَيهِما
سُعادُSu‘ad إِذاwhen نَجمُthe star of السِماكَينِthe two Simāks عَرَّداwithdraws
سُعادُ إِذا نَجمُ السِماكَينِ عَرَّدا
is sweeter-scented than the two garments that shelter
their journey in the early morning glow.
Su‘ad when the star of the two Simāks withdraws.
More fragrant than two garments where happiness
كَأَنَّas though العُيونَthe eyes المُرسِلاتِthat send forth عَشِيَّةًone evening
كَأَنَّ العُيونَ المُرسِلاتِ عَشِيَّةً
شَآبيبَshowers of دَمعٍtears لَمdid not تَجِدfind مُتَرَدَّداa place to turn
شَآبيبَ دَمعٍ لَم تَجِد مُتَرَدَّدا
As though the eyes, sending forth that evening
alights when the Evening Star gleams from its place
showers of tears with nowhere to turn,
are the tears’ showers unleashed at dusk
مَزائِدُwaterskins خَرقاءَa clumsy woman اليَدَينِin both hands مُسيفَةٍimpoverished
مَزائِدُ خَرقاءَ اليَدَينِ مُسيفَةٍ
أَخَبَّtrotted بِهِنَّwith them المُخلِفانِthe two mature camels وَأَحفَداand sped along
أَخَبَّ بِهِنَّ المُخلِفانِ وَأَحفَدا
were waterskins of a clumsy-handed, impoverished woman,
by eyes that meet no impediment.
carried by the two mature camels at a trot and a rush.
The hands of Khirqah—rent and calloused—serve guests
وَماand no بَيضَةٌegg باتَspent the night الظَليمُthe male ostrich يَحُفُّهاsheltering it
وَما بَيضَةٌ باتَ الظَليمُ يَحُفُّها
بِوَعساءَon a sandy flat أَعلىthe surface of تُربِهاits earth قَدalready تَلَبَّداhad compacted
بِوَعساءَ أَعلى تُربِها قَد تَلَبَّدا
Nor is an egg a male ostrich spent the night sheltering
a feast that puts the niggardly to shame, arousing spite.
on a sandy flat whose surface earth had compacted—
Not even an egg kept warm all night
فَلَمّاthen when عَلَتهُrose above him الشَمسُthe sun فيon يَومِa day of طَلقَةٍclear, mild weather
فَلَمّا عَلَتهُ الشَمسُ في يَومِ طَلقَةٍ
وَأَشرَفَand appeared aloft مَكّاءُa whistling bird الضُحىthe forenoon فَتَغَرَّداthen sang
وَأَشرَفَ مَكّاءُ الضُحى فَتَغَرَّدا
when the sun rose above him on a clear, mild day,
by the hen crouching over it in the high nest
and the morning’s whistling bird appeared aloft and sang,
was more snug than he. But when at break of day
أَرادَhe wished القِيامَto stand فَاِزبَأَرَّso bristled عِفاءُهُhis thick plumage
أَرادَ القِيامَ فَاِزبَأَرَّ عِفاءُهُ
وَحَرَّكَand moved أَعلىthe upper part of رِجلِهِhis leg فَتَأَوَّداthen swayed
وَحَرَّكَ أَعلى رِجلِهِ فَتَأَوَّدا
he sought to stand, and his thick plumage bristled,
the sun shines clear and the warblers trill,
and he moved his upper leg and swayed,
wanting to rise, he clears his throat, moves a leg,
وَهَزَّand shook جَناحَيهِhis two wings فَساقَطَso shed نَفضُهُhis shaking
وَهَزَّ جَناحَيهِ فَساقَطَ نَفضُهُ
فَراشَfine droplets of النَدىdew عَنfrom مَتنِهِhis back فَتَبَدَّداthen scattered
فَراشَ النَدى عَن مَتنِهِ فَتَبَدَّدا
and shook his wings, his shaking shedding
then folds both his wings and sheds
fine droplets of dew from his back, scattering them;
the dew from his breast in a powdery dust.
فَغادَرَso left behind فيin الأُدحِيِّthe ostrich’s nest صَفراءَyellowish تَركَةًan egg left behind
فَغادَرَ في الأُدحِيِّ صَفراءَ تَركَةً
هِجاناًpure-colored and fair إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle الشَرقُthe sunlight فيهاwithin it تَوَقَّداblazed
هِجاناً إِذا ما الشَرقُ فيها تَوَقَّدا
so he left in the nest a yellowish, forsaken egg,
Leaving behind on the sand a trace of saffron,
pure and fair, when sunlight blazed within it—
he takes flight when the east grows bright with flame,
بِأَليَنَany softer مَسّاًto the touch مِنthan سُعادَSu‘ad لِلامِسٍfor one who touches
بِأَليَنَ مَسّاً مِن سُعادَ لِلامِسٍ
وَأَحسَنَand more beautiful مِنهاthan her حينَwhen تَبدوshe appears مُجَرَّداunclothed
وَأَحسَنَ مِنها حينَ تَبدو مُجَرَّدا
any softer to the touch than Su‘ad for one who touches,
touching more gently than happiness caressed,
or lovelier than she when she appears unclothed.
more beautifully when it first shows undressed.
وَإِنّيand I indeed لَأَحميsurely defend الأَنفَpride; literally, the nose مِنfrom دونِin front of ذِمَّتيmy pledged protection
وَإِنّي لَأَحمي الأَنفَ مِن دونِ ذِمَّتي
إِذاwhen الدَنِسُthe sullied man الواهيweak in الأَمانَةِtrustworthiness أَهمَداgrew inactive
إِذا الدَنِسُ الواهي الأَمانَةِ أَهمَدا
And I surely guard my honor in defense of my pledge,
Yet I do cover my nose safe from blame
when the sullied man, weak in trust, falls inert.
if the feeble refuse integrity’s claim.
بَنَيناwe built بِأَعطانِat the camel-watering grounds of الوَفاءِfaithfulness بُيوتَناour houses
بَنَينا بِأَعطانِ الوَفاءِ بُيوتَنا
وَكانَand was لَناfor us فيin أَوَّلِthe beginning of الدَهرِtime مَورِداa watering place
وَكانَ لَنا في أَوَّلِ الدَهرِ مَورِدا
We built our houses at fidelity’s watering grounds,
Our houses we built on loyalty’s foundation.
and from time’s beginning it was our watering place.
In early days it was our ready store.
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle ضَمِنّاwe pledged لِاِبنِfor a son of عَمٍّa paternal uncle خِفارَةًprotection
إِذا ما ضَمِنّا لِاِبنِ عَمٍّ خِفارَةً
نَجيءُwe come بِهاwith it مِنfrom قَبلِbefore أَنthat يَتَشَدَّداhe becomes insistent
نَجيءُ بِها مِن قَبلِ أَن يَتَشَدَّدا
Whenever we pledge protection to a paternal cousin,
When we pledged to the son of an uncle protection,
we deliver it before he presses for it.
we’d bring it before severity turned sore.
أَناخواthey made their camels kneel بِأَشوالٍwith scant-milking she-camels إِلىbeside أَهلِthe people of خُبَّةٍKhubba
أَناخوا بِأَشوالٍ إِلى أَهلِ خُبَّةٍ
طُروقاًarriving by night وَقَدand already أَقعىhad crouched low سُهَيلاًSuhayl فَعَرَّداthen withdrew
طُروقاً وَقَد أَقعى سُهَيلاً فَعَرَّدا
They halted with scant-milking she-camels beside the people of Khubba,
To a people of renown we’d tether steeds
arriving by night, when Suhayl had crouched low and then withdrawn.
and camp while Canopus flared and paled.
يَخِبّانِthe two trot قَصراًat dusk فيin شَمالٍa north wind عَرِيَّةٍbitingly cold
يَخِبّانِ قَصراً في شَمالٍ عَرِيَّةٍ
أَمامَahead of رَواياwater-bearing camels بادَراهُنَّthe two raced them to قَردَداa rugged height
أَمامَ رَوايا بادَراهُنَّ قَردَدا
The two trot at dusk in a biting north wind,
They’d pitch their castle on a barren plain
ahead of water-bearing camels, racing them to a rugged height.
facing our dwellings, matching fold with fold.
أَمُرُّI turn bitter وَأَحلَوليand grow sweet وَتَعلَمُand knows أُسرَتيmy kin
أَمُرُّ وَأَحلَولي وَتَعلَمُ أُسرَتي
عَنائيmy toil إِذاwhen جَمرٌembers لِجَمرٍagainst other embers تَوَقَّداblazed
عَنائي إِذا جَمرٌ لِجَمرٍ تَوَقَّدا
I turn bitter and grow sweet, and my kin know
My cares are known to my family entire
my toil when embers blaze against embers.
when ember after ember bursts into flame.
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle فَزِعناwe are alarmed أَوor دُعيناwe are summoned لِنَجدَةٍfor aid
إِذا ما فَزِعنا أَو دُعينا لِنَجدَةٍ
لَبِسناwe donned عَلَيهِنَّupon them الحَديدَiron armor المُسَرَّداinterlinked
لَبِسنا عَلَيهِنَّ الحَديدَ المُسَرَّدا
When we are alarmed or summoned to give aid,
If alarmed or called to bring victory nigher,
we don interlinked iron armor upon them.
we don our iron coats without shame,
بِرَبِّby the Lord of اِبنَةِthe daughter of العَمرِيِّal-‘Amrī ماnot كانَwould be جارُهاher protector
بِرَبِّ اِبنَةِ العَمرِيِّ ما كانَ جارُها
لِيُسلِمُهاto surrender her ماas long as وافَقَmet القائِمُthe sword hilt اليَداthe hand
لِيُسلِمُها ما وافَقَ القائِمُ اليَدا
By the Lord of al-‘Amrī’s daughter, her protector would never
I swear by Him who gave the life breath
surrender her, so long as the sword hilt meets the hand.
no neighbor forced her, try as duty bid.