أَلاAh! ياO لَقَوميmy people, help! لِلخُطوبِagainst the calamities الطَوارِقِstriking by night
أَلا يا لَقَومي لِلخُطوبِ الطَوارِقِ
وَلِلعَظمِand for the bone يُرمىis assailed كُلَّevery يَومٍday بِعارِقِby a gnawer
وَلِلعَظمِ يُرمى كُلَّ يَومٍ بِعارِقِ
Ah, my people, help against the calamities that strike by night,
Alas, O my people, for the calamities striking
and for the bone assailed each day by a gnawer;
And for the noble thrown into disgrace each day
وَلِلدَهرِand against Time يُعريstrips bare جانِبيmy side مِنof أَقارِبيmy kinsmen
وَلِلدَهرِ يُعري جانِبي مِن أَقارِبي
وَيَقطَعُand severs ماwhat بَينيbetween me وَبَينَand between الأَصادِقِtrue friends
وَيَقطَعُ ما بَيني وَبَينَ الأَصادِقِ
and against Time, which strips my side of my kinsmen
And for the time stripping my kin from me
and severs what binds me to true friends,
And severing what is between me and the faithful
وَيوريand kindles بِقَلبيin my heart نارَa fire وَجدٍof grief شُواظُهاits flame
وَيوري بِقَلبي نارَ وَجدٍ شُواظُها
تُرينيshow me اللَياليthe nights ضَوءَهُits light فيin مَفارِقيmy hair-partings
تُريني اللَيالي ضَوءَهُ في مَفارِقي
and kindles in my heart a fire of grief whose flame
It shows my heart a blazing passion
the nights show me shining in my parted hair;
Whose light the nights show me when we part
وَلِلنائِباتِand against misfortunes اِستَهدَفَتنيhave targeted me نِصالُهاtheir arrowheads
وَلِلنائِباتِ اِستَهدَفَتني نِصالُها
عَلىon شَرَفٍhigh ground يَرمينَناthey shoot at us بِالفَلائِقِwith dire calamities
عَلى شَرَفٍ يَرمينَنا بِالفَلائِقِ
and against misfortunes whose arrowheads have made me their target:
And for the misfortunes targeting me with their arrows
from high ground they shoot dire calamities at us;
Against a nobility that casts us into exile
وَلِلنَفسِand for the soul قَدindeed طارَتhas flown شَعاعاًscattered مِنَfrom الجَوىanguish
وَلِلنَفسِ قَد طارَت شَعاعاً مِنَ الجَوى
لِفَقدِat the loss of الصَفاياdear companions وَاِنقِطاعِand the severing of العَلائِقِties
لِفَقدِ الصَفايا وَاِنقِطاعِ العَلائِقِ
and for the soul, scattered in all directions by anguish
And for the soul that has soared with fervor from passion
at the loss of dear companions and the breaking of ties.
For the loss of integrity and the breaking of ties
لَهاit has كُلَّevery يَومٍday مَوقِفٌa standing-place مَعwith مُوَدِّعٍone bidding farewell
لَها كُلَّ يَومٍ مَوقِفٌ مَع مُوَدِّعٍ
وَمُلتَفِتٍand one looking back فيin عَقبِthe wake of ماضٍone gone مُفارِقِdeparting
وَمُلتَفِتٍ في عَقبِ ماضٍ مُفارِقِ
Each day it stands beside someone bidding farewell,
Each day it has a stance with one bidding farewell
and someone looking back after one who has gone away.
And another glancing back at one departed
نُجومٌstars مِنَamong الإِخوانِthe brothers يَرميcasts away بِهاthem الرَدىdeath
نُجومٌ مِنَ الإِخوانِ يَرمي بِها الرَدى
مُقارِبُهاthe nearest of them فَوتُbeyond the reach of العُيونِthe eyes الرَوامِقِwatching
مُقارِبُها فَوتُ العُيونِ الرَوامِقِ
Stars among my brothers, whom death casts away:
Stars of brothers that fickleness casts away
even the nearest lies beyond the reach of watching eyes.
Their rising barely glimpsed by keen eyes
كَأَنّيas though I إِذاwhen تَبَّعتُfollowed آثارَthe traces of غارِبٍone setting
كَأَنّي إِذا تَبَّعتُ آثارَ غارِبٍ
بِعَينِيَwith my eyes لَمnot أَنظُرI looked إِلىat ضَوءِthe light of شارِقِone rising
بِعَينِيَ لَم أَنظُر إِلى ضَوءِ شارِقِ
As though, when I follow a setting star's traces
As if, when I follow the tracks of one departed
with my eyes, I had never seen a rising star's light.
My eye sees no light of one rising with the dawn
وَلاand no دارَhouse إِلّاexcept that سَوفَwill يُجلىbe driven out قَطينُهاits dwellers
وَلا دارَ إِلّا سَوفَ يُجلى قَطينُها
عَلىto نَعقِthe cawing of غِربانِthe ravens of الخُطوبِcalamities النَواعِقِcroaking
عَلى نَعقِ غِربانِ الخُطوبِ النَواعِقِ
There is no house whose dwellers will not be driven out
Every house but ruin will bare its interior
to the cawing of calamity's croaking ravens.
At the croaking of crows foretelling calamities
وَيَخرُجُand carries away مِنهاfrom it بِالكَرائِمِthe noble ones حادِثٌan upheaval
وَيَخرُجُ مِنها بِالكَرائِمِ حادِثٌ
وَيَدخُلُهاand enters it صَرفُthe vicissitudes of الرَدىdeath بِالبَوائِقِwith disasters
وَيَدخُلُها صَرفُ الرَدى بِالبَوائِقِ
An upheaval carries its noble ones away,
One of merit will leave it while villainy enters
and death's vicissitudes enter it bearing disasters.
Fate casting out the upright and admitting the wicked
كَأَنّاas though we قَذىًdebris يَرميflings بِهِit السَيلُthe torrent كُلَّماwhenever
كَأَنّا قَذىً يَرمي بِهِ السَيلُ كُلَّما
تَطاوَحَtosses about ماthe space بَينَbetween الرُبىthe hills وَالأَبارِقِand stony ridges
تَطاوَحَ ما بَينَ الرُبى وَالأَبارِقِ
We are like debris flung along by a torrent whenever
As if we are motes the torrent hurls whenever
it tosses between hills and stony ridges.
It clashes between rubies and glittering gems
أَعَضُّI bite بَنانيmy fingertips إِصبَعاًone finger ثُمَّthen إِصبَعاًanother finger
أَعَضُّ بَناني إِصبَعاً ثُمَّ إِصبَعاً
عَلىin grief for ثامِرٍa fruit-bearing shoot مِنfrom فَرعِa branch of مَجدٍglory وَوارِقِand a leafy one
عَلى ثامِرٍ مِن فَرعِ مَجدٍ وَوارِقِ
I bite my fingertips, one finger, then another,
I gnaw my fingers, one after another
for a fruitful shoot of glory's branch, and a leafy one,
At thriving branches of glorious palms
وَعِقدٍand a necklace مِنَof الأَخدانِclose companions أَوهىweakened نِظامَهُits string
وَعِقدٍ مِنَ الأَخدانِ أَوهى نِظامَهُ
كُرورُthe recurrence of الرَزاياtragedies وَاِعتِقابُand the succession of الطَوارِقِcalamities
كُرورُ الرَزايا وَاِعتِقابُ الطَوارِقِ
and a necklace of companions whose string was weakened
A necklace of pearls, though its order is weakened
by repeated tragedies and successive calamities.
By the turning of fates and the drawing of swords
أَرُدُّI force back الشَجاchoking grief قَبلَbefore الزَفيرِthe sigh تَجَلُّداًsteeling myself
أَرُدُّ الشَجا قَبلَ الزَفيرِ تَجَلُّداً
وَأَغلِبُand master دَمعيmy tears قَبلَbefore بَلِّthe wetting of الحَمالِقِthe eyelids
وَأَغلِبُ دَمعي قَبلَ بَلِّ الحَمالِقِ
I force back choking grief before a sigh, steeling myself,
I restrain my sigh before the groan, stoically
and master my tears before they wet my eyelids.
And hold back my tears before uncontrolled weeping
كَأَنِّيَas though I بَعدَafter الذاهِبينَthose departed رَذِيَّةٌa spent camel
كَأَنِّيَ بَعدَ الذاهِبينَ رَذِيَّةٌ
تُزَجّىis urged along وَراءَbehind الماضِياتِthose passing on السَوابِقِgoing ahead
تُزَجّى وَراءَ الماضِياتِ السَوابِقِ
After those who have gone, I seem a spent camel
As if, after those gone, I am a gazelle
urged along behind the swift ones already past.
Pursued by the fastest of former days
وَلاand no رَيبَdoubt أَنّيthat I مُبرِكٌwill kneel فيin مَناخِهِمtheir resting-place
وَلا رَيبَ أَنّي مُبرِكٌ في مَناخِهِم
وَأَنّيand that I بِالماضينَto those departed أَوَّلُthe first لاحِقِto follow
وَأَنّي بِالماضينَ أَوَّلُ لاحِقِ
There is no doubt I shall kneel in their resting place,
No doubt, I share their climate
and be the first to join those who have gone.
And was the first follower of those departed
فَأَينَso where المُلوكُthe kings الأَقدَمونَof old تَسانَدواleaned for support
فَأَينَ المُلوكُ الأَقدَمونَ تَسانَدوا
إِلىupon جِذمِthe root of أَحسابٍlineages كِرامِnoble المَعارِقِin their ancestry
إِلى جِذمِ أَحسابٍ كِرامِ المَعارِقِ
Where are the ancient kings, who leaned
Where are the ancient kings who supported
upon the stock of lineages noble at their roots?
The trunk of a family of noble lineage?
بِهاليلُnoble chiefs مَنّاعونَstaunch defenders لِلضَيمِagainst humiliation أَحسَنواexcelled in
بِهاليلُ مَنّاعونَ لِلضَيمِ أَحسَنوا
بَلاءَهُمُtheir valor عِندَbefore النُصولِthe blades الذَوالِقِkeen-edged
بَلاءَهُمُ عِندَ النُصولِ الذَوالِقِ
Noble chiefs, warding off humiliation, who proved
With crescents they defended the oppressed, excelling
their valor before keen-edged blades;
In trial when resolutely standing firm
عَواصِبُbinding their heads بِالتيجانِwith crowns فَوقَabove جَماجِمٍheads
عَواصِبُ بِالتيجانِ فَوقَ جَماجِمٍ
وِضاءِradiant المَجاليin appearance واضِحاتِclear المَفارِقِin their hair-partings
وِضاءِ المَجالي واضِحاتِ المَفارِقِ
binding crowns upon heads
Diadems above skulls
radiant in appearance, with clear hair-partings.
Gleaming councils and parted hair
إِذاwhen رَثَمواthey smeared المِسكَmusk العَرانينَon the noses خِلتَهُمyou thought them
إِذا رَثَموا المِسكَ العَرانينَ خِلتَهُم
أُسودَlions of الشَرىal-Shara سافَتsniffed دَماًblood بِالمَناشِقِwith their nostrils
أُسودَ الشَرى سافَت دَماً بِالمَناشِقِ
When they smeared musk upon their noses, you would think them
When they perfumed with musk it filled their midst
lions of al-Shara, sniffing blood through their nostrils.
With lions shedding blood through their wounds
فُحولٌbull camels أَطَلنَprolonged الهَدرَthe roaring وَالخَطرَand the swaying بِالقَناof spears
فُحولٌ أَطَلنَ الهَدرَ وَالخَطرَ بِالقَنا
ضَوارِبُstriking لِلأَذقانِagainst the chins مَيلُdrooping الشَقائِقِcamel mouth-sacs
ضَوارِبُ لِلأَذقانِ مَيلُ الشَقائِقِ
Mighty bull camels, long roaring and swaying their spears,
Stalwarts who dared danger and peril with spears
their drooping mouth-sacs beating against their chins.
Chargers inclined like budding flowers
هُمُthey اِنتَعَلواshod themselves in العَلياءَloftiness قَبلَbefore نِعالِهِمtheir sandals
هُمُ اِنتَعَلوا العَلياءَ قَبلَ نِعالِهِم
وَداسواand trod طُلىthe necks of الأَعداءِenemies قَبلَbefore النَمارِقِcushions
وَداسوا طُلى الأَعداءِ قَبلَ النَمارِقِ
They shod themselves in loftiness before their sandals,
They wore high boots before their sandals
and trod enemies' necks before cushions.
And trod the garments of foes before their carpets
تَرىyou see كُلَّevery حُرٍّnoble المَلطَمَينَin both cheeks كَأَنَّهُas though he
تَرى كُلَّ حُرٍّ المَلطَمَينَ كَأَنَّهُ
عَتيقُa purebred المَهارىMahri camel مِنfrom جِيادٍchoice stock عَتائِقِpurebred
عَتيقُ المَهارى مِن جِيادٍ عَتائِقِ
You see each man of noble cheeks as though he were
You see every free warrior as if he were
a purebred Mahri camel from choice, noble stock.
An elegant steed of purebred horses
إِذاwhen قامَhe stood ساوىmatched الرُمحَthe spear حَتّىuntil يَمَسَّهُhe touches it
إِذا قامَ ساوى الرُمحَ حَتّى يَمَسَّهُ
بِغارِبِwith his high back مَمطوطِstretched long النِجادِin sword-belt وَعاتِقِand shoulder
بِغارِبِ مَمطوطِ النِجادِ وَعاتِقِ
When he stands, he matches the spear, even touching it
If he stands, leveling his spear till it touches
with his high back and shoulder, his sword-belt stretched long.
The setting sun's outstretched glow behind him
وَرائيand one peering into الدُجىdarkness يَعشوgropes إِلىtoward ضَوءِthe light of وَجهِهِhis face
وَرائي الدُجى يَعشو إِلى ضَوءِ وَجهِهِ
كَأَنَّas though عَلىupon عِرنينِهِhis nose ضَوءَthe light of بارِقِa lightning flash
كَأَنَّ عَلى عِرنينِهِ ضَوءَ بارِقِ
One peering into darkness gropes toward his face's light,
Behind me is the darkness, living for the light of his face
as though a lightning flash shone upon his nose.
As if its shining were the flash of lightning
وَأَينَand where المَلاجيthe refuges العاصِماتُprotecting مِنَfrom الرَدىdeath
وَأَينَ المَلاجي العاصِماتُ مِنَ الرَدى
إِذاwhen طَرَقَتcame by night إِحدىone of اللَياليthe nights بِطارِقِwith a calamity
إِذا طَرَقَت إِحدى اللَيالي بِطارِقِ
And where are the refuges that shielded us from death
And where are the firm fortresses safe from harm
when one of the nights brought a sudden calamity?
When assailed by the darkness of one night?
مَصاعِبُunruly bull camels لَمnot تُعطِyielded الرُؤوسَtheir heads لِقائِدٍto a leader
مَصاعِبُ لَم تُعطِ الرُؤوسَ لِقائِدٍ
وَلاand not اِستَوسَقَتgathered obediently قَبلَbefore المَناياdeath's decrees لِسائِقِfor a driver
وَلا اِستَوسَقَت قَبلَ المَنايا لِسائِقِ
Unruly bull camels that never yielded their heads to a leader,
Ferocious, they did not surrender their heads to any leader
nor, before death, gathered obediently for a driver.
Nor plead for life before the arrival of death
فَشَنَّthen launched عَلَيهِagainst him الأَزلَمُrelentless Time العَودُthe age-old غارَةًa raid
فَشَنَّ عَلَيهِ الأَزلَمُ العَودُ غارَةً
بِلاwithout قَرعِthe clashing of أَرماحٍspears وَلاand without نَقعِthe dust of مَأزِقِa battlefield
بِلا قَرعِ أَرماحٍ وَلا نَقعِ مَأزِقِ
Then ancient, relentless Time launched a raid on him,
So relentless fate fell upon them suddenly
without the clash of spears or the dust of a battlefield,
With no clash of spears nor cry for quarter
وَشَلَّand drove away بِهاwith them شَلَّthe driving of الطَرائِدِquarry بِالقَناwith spears
وَشَلَّ بِها شَلَّ الطَرائِدِ بِالقَنا
وَكَعكَعَهاand forced them back مِنincluding جِلَّةٍthe old وَدَرادِقِand the young
وَكَعكَعَها مِن جِلَّةٍ وَدَرادِقِ
and drove them off as quarry is driven with spears,
Thus it disabled the prey with spears
forcing them back, both old and young.
And made them kneel, powerfully compelling surrender
لِتَبكِlet weep for أَباAbu (father of) الفَتحِal-Fath (victory) العُيونُthe eyes بِدَمعِهاwith their tears
لِتَبكِ أَبا الفَتحِ العُيونُ بِدَمعِها
وَأَلسُنَناand our tongues مِنfrom بَعدِهاafter them بِالمَناطِقِwith words
وَأَلسُنَنا مِن بَعدِها بِالمَناطِقِ
Let eyes weep for Abu al-Fath with their tears,
So that eyes weep for Abu al-Fath with their tears
and afterward let our tongues mourn him in words.
And after him our tongues are stilled
إِذاwhen هَبَّrose مِنfrom تِلكَthose الغَليلُburning grief بِدامِعٍwith tears
إِذا هَبَّ مِن تِلكَ الغَليلُ بِدامِعٍ
تَسَرَّعَhastened مِنfrom هَذاthis الغَرامُanguished love بِناطِقِwith speech
تَسَرَّعَ مِن هَذا الغَرامُ بِناطِقِ
When burning grief rises from those eyes in tears,
When those tears flow, this passion rushes forth with words
anguished love rushes from this tongue in speech.
O brother, when our brethren become hostile
شَقيقيmy brother إِذاwhen اِلتاثَgrew perverse الشَقيقُthe brother وَأَعرَضَتand turned away
شَقيقي إِذا اِلتاثَ الشَقيقُ وَأَعرَضَت
خَلائِقُthe natures of قَوميmy people جانِباًaside عَنfrom خَلائِقيmy nature
خَلائِقُ قَومي جانِباً عَن خَلائِقي
My true brother when a brother grew perverse and
And the people turn aside from my qualities
my people's natures turned aside from mine.
It is as if, when news of you reached me, my soul
كَأَنَّas though جَنانيmy heart يَومَthe day وافىarrived نَعِيُّهُnews of his death
كَأَنَّ جَناني يَومَ وافى نَعِيُّهُ
فَرِيُّa cut piece of أَديمٍhide بَينَbetween أَيديthe hands of الخَوالِقِleather-cutters
فَرِيُّ أَديمٍ بَينَ أَيدي الخَوالِقِ
My heart, the day news of his death arrived, seemed
Was a fleeing gazelle before mighty hunters
a hide cut to pieces in the cutters' hands.
Who then will experience my passionate words, discerning their import,
فَمَنso who لِأَوابيfor the unruly parts of القَولِspeech يَبلوwill test عِراكَهاtheir struggle
فَمَن لِأَوابي القَولِ يَبلو عِراكَها
وَيَحذِفُهاand launches them حَذفَlike the shooting of النِبالِarrows المَوارِقِpiercing through
وَيَحذِفُها حَذفَ النِبالِ المَوارِقِ
Who now will test the struggle of unruly words
And hurl them as spears are hurled unerringly?
and launch them like arrows piercing through?
When one cries out in their wake, they race away from him
إِذاwhen صاحَhe shouted فيat أَعقابِهاtheir heels أَطرَدَتthey streamed forth لَهُfor him
إِذا صاحَ في أَعقابِها أَطرَدَت لَهُ
ثَوانِيَbending بِالأَعناقِtheir necks طَردَlike the driving of الوَسايِقِcaptured herds
ثَوانِيَ بِالأَعناقِ طَردَ الوَسايِقِ
When he shouted at their heels, they streamed forth for him,
Like moments, fleet as racers at full gallop
with necks bent, driven like captured herds.
Their smoothing gave them the sheen as if they were
وَسَوَّمَهاand branded them مُلسَsmooth المُتونِof back كَأَنَّهاas though they
وَسَوَّمَها مُلسَ المُتونِ كَأَنَّها
نَزائِعُchoice steeds مِنfrom آلِthe line of الوَجيهِal-Wajih وَلاحِقِand Lahiq
نَزائِعُ مِن آلِ الوَجيهِ وَلاحِقِ
He branded them, sleek-backed, as though they were
Choice pieces from an eloquent man of letters
choice steeds from the line of al-Wajih and Lahiq.
Their markings penetrate those left behind
تَغَلغَلُpenetrate deeply فيinto أَعقابِهِنَّtheir hindparts وُسومُهُhis brands
تَغَلغَلُ في أَعقابِهِنَّ وُسومُهُ
بِأَبقىwith more enduring بَقاءٍpermanence مِنthan وُسومِthe brands of الأَيانِقِshe-camels
بِأَبقى بَقاءٍ مِن وُسومِ الأَيانِقِ
His brands sink deep into their hindparts,
With a permanence beyond the brands on camels
with greater permanence than the brands on she-camels.
So among the people are some who taste but do not consume
فَفيand among الناسِpeople مِنهاof them ذائِقٌa taster غَيرُnot آكُلٍan eater
فَفي الناسِ مِنها ذائِقٌ غَيرُ آكُلٍ
وَقَدand indeed كانَhe was مِنهاof them أَكلاًan eater غَيرَnot ذائِقِa taster
وَقَد كانَ مِنها أَكلاً غَيرَ ذائِقِ
Among men there is one who tastes them but does not eat;
While others consumed without having tasted
he, however, feasted on them, not merely tasting.
And who can fathom the meanings in mysteries presented
وَمَنand who لِلمَعانيfor the meanings فيin الأَكِمَّةِthe sheaths أُلقِيَتwere entrusted
وَمَن لِلمَعاني في الأَكِمَّةِ أُلقِيَت
إِلىto باقِرٍone laying bare غَيبَthe hidden depths of المَعانيmeanings وَفاتِقِand one unfolding
إِلى باقِرٍ غَيبَ المَعاني وَفاتِقِ
And who will master meanings within their sheaths, entrusted
To one gifted to plumb meanings and split hairs?
to one who pierced their hidden depths and unfolded them?
One staunch of will picks through them with his conscience
يُطَوِّحُcasts فيinto أَثنائِهاtheir recesses بِضَميرِهِhis mind
يُطَوِّحُ في أَثنائِها بِضَميرِهِ
مَريرُfirm القُوىin his faculties وَلّاجُever entering تِلكَthose المَضايِقِnarrow passages
مَريرُ القُوى وَلّاجُ تِلكَ المَضايِقِ
He would cast his mind into their recesses,
Traversing the bitter straits of those narrows
strong in his faculties, ever entering those narrow passages.
He climbs their highest peak without slipping
تَسَنَّمَclimbed أَعلىthe highest part of طَودِهاtheir mountain غَيرَwithout عاثِرٍstumbling
تَسَنَّمَ أَعلى طَودِها غَيرَ عاثِرٍ
وَجاوَزَand crossed أَقصىthe furthest part of دَحضِهاtheir slippery ground غَيرَwithout زالِقِslipping
وَجاوَزَ أَقصى دَحضِها غَيرَ زالِقِ
He climbed their mountain's highest summit without stumbling,
And passes their furthest edge without sliding
and crossed their furthest slippery ground without slipping.
The earth folds up from him what it will not restore
طَوىfolded away مِنهُof him بَطنُthe belly of الأَرضِthe earth ماwhat تَستَعيدُهُrecall it
طَوى مِنهُ بَطنُ الأَرضِ ما تَستَعيدُهُ
عَلىthroughout الدَهرِtime مَنشوراًunfolded بُطونُthe insides of المَهارِقِscrolls
عَلى الدَهرِ مَنشوراً بُطونُ المَهارِقِ
The belly of earth folded away that part of him which
Till doomsday, when the entrails of tombs are rent
the pages of scrolls recall, unfolded through the ages.
He whose scent is fragrant myrrh has departed
مَضىhe departed طَيِّبَfragrant الأَردانِin his sleeves يَأرَجُgives off fragrance ذِكرُهُhis memory
مَضى طَيِّبَ الأَردانِ يَأرَجُ ذِكرُهُ
أَريجَthe fragrance of الصَباthe east wind تَندىis dew-moist لِعِرنينَto a nose ناشِقِinhaling
أَريجَ الصَبا تَندى لِعِرنينَ ناشِقِ
He departed with fragrant sleeves; his memory breathes
His memory as fresh as the morning dew on buds
the scent of the east wind, dew-moist to the inhaling nose.
As if all the people gathered one evening
كَأَنَّas though جَميعَall الناسِthe people أَثنَواpraised عَشيَّةًone evening
كَأَنَّ جَميعَ الناسِ أَثنَوا عَشيَّةً
عَلىfor بَعضِsome أَمطارِrains of الرَبيعِspring المُغادِقِabundantly pouring
عَلى بَعضِ أَمطارِ الرَبيعِ المُغادِقِ
It was as though all the people, that evening, praised
To eulogize one of spring's gentle rains
some downpour of the bountiful spring.
They extended kindness without condescension
أَمَدّوهُthey supplied him مِنwith طيبٍperfume لِغَيرِnot for كَرامَةٍhonor
أَمَدّوهُ مِن طيبٍ لِغَيرِ كَرامَةٍ
وَضَمّوهُand wrapped him فيin ثَوبٍa garment جَديدِnew البَنائِقِin its gussets
وَضَمّوهُ في ثَوبٍ جَديدِ البَنائِقِ
They supplied him with perfume, but not as an honor,
And shrouded him in a new cloak with embroidery
and wrapped him in a garment with fresh gussets.
He needed no other coolness than his chastity
وَماand not اِحتاجَhe needed بُرداًa cloak غَيرَother than بُردِthe cloak of عَفافِهِhis chastity
وَما اِحتاجَ بُرداً غَيرَ بُردِ عَفافِهِ
وَلاnor عَرفَthe fragrance of طيبٍperfume غَيرَother than تِلكَthose الخَلائِقِvirtues
وَلا عَرفَ طيبٍ غَيرَ تِلكَ الخَلائِقِ
He needed no cloak beyond the cloak of his chastity,
Nor knew any scent but those qualities
nor any perfume's scent beyond those virtues.
Comrades of a people packed together like brushwood
مَرافِقُsupports of شَعبٍa people كَالهَشائِمِlike dry brushwood وُسِّدواthey were laid to rest
مَرافِقُ شَعبٍ كَالهَشائِمِ وُسِّدوا
بِمُنقَطِعِat the far edge of البَيداءِthe desert غَيرِnot المُرافِقِcomforting
بِمُنقَطِعِ البَيداءِ غَيرِ المُرافِقِ
A people's supports, they were laid like brittle brushwood
Filling the interrupted wasteland with their presence
at the desert's far edge, where no comfort is offered.
They clung to each other not because they were youthful
قَدِindeed اِعتَنَقواthey embraced الأَجداثَthe graves لاnot مِنfrom صَبابَةٍlonging
قَدِ اِعتَنَقوا الأَجداثَ لا مِن صَبابَةٍ
وَياand ah رُبَّhow much زُهدٍaversion فيtoward الضَجيعِthe bedfellow المُعانِقِembraced
وَيا رُبَّ زُهدٍ في الضَجيعِ المُعانِقِ
They embraced their graves, not out of longing;
O Lord, what abstinence in that loving embrace!
and ah, how often the bedfellow embraced is undesired!
The deceased is no nearer if shrouded in earth's veil
وَماand not المَيتُthe dead man إِنif واراهُconcealed him سِترٌa veil مِنَof الثَرىearth
وَما المَيتُ إِن واراهُ سِترٌ مِنَ الثَرى
بِأَقرَبَany nearer مِمّاthan what دونَbeneath رَملِthe sand of الشَقائِقِthe dunes
بِأَقرَبَ مِمّا دونَ رَملِ الشَقائِقِ
The dead man, though a veil of earth conceal him,
Than he is beneath the pebbles of lily blooms
is no nearer than one beneath the sands of the dunes.
He left me abruptly but with no disharmony
وَفارَقَنيand he parted from me عَنleaving خُلَّةٍa friendship غَيرِnot طَرقَةٍnewly formed
وَفارَقَني عَن خُلَّةٍ غَيرِ طَرقَةٍ
تَضَمَّنَهاheld it صَدرُthe breast of اِمرِىءٍa man غَيرِnot ماذِقِinsincere
تَضَمَّنَها صَدرُ اِمرِىءٍ غَيرِ ماذِقِ
He parted from me leaving a friendship not newly formed,
Held in the breast of one who tasted no discord
held in the breast of a man without false affection.
The water of affection between us was clear
تَرَوَّقَgrew clear ماءُthe water of الوُدِّaffection بَينيbetween me وَبَينَهُand him
تَرَوَّقَ ماءُ الوُدِّ بَيني وَبَينَهُ
وَطاحَand fell away القَذىthe debris عَنfrom سَلسَلِsweet الطَعمِin taste رائِقِclear
وَطاحَ القَذى عَن سَلسَلِ الطَعمِ رائِقِ
The water of affection between us grew clear,
And the motes fell away from the fine chain linking us
and the debris fell away from its sweet, limpid taste.
May drink nourish you, though only anguish
سَقاكَmay it water you وَهَلand does يَسقيكَit water you إِلّاexcept تَعِلَّةًas consolation
سَقاكَ وَهَل يَسقيكَ إِلّا تَعِلَّةً
لِغَيرِfor other than الرَدىdeath قَطرُthe rain of الغَمامِclouds الدَوافِقِpouring
لِغَيرِ الرَدى قَطرُ الغَمامِ الدَوافِقِ
May it water you—yet does it water you except as consolation
Can water you, with drops from concordant clouds
for something other than death, the rain of pouring clouds?
Constant rain, when it gathers heavily
مِنَfrom المُزنِrain-clouds حَمحامٌa dark cloud-mass إِذاwhen اِلتَجَّsurged لُجَّةًlike a sea
مِنَ المُزنِ حَمحامٌ إِذا اِلتَجَّ لُجَّةً
أَضاءَتlit up تَواليهِits trailing masses زِنادَthe fire-steels of البَوارِقِlightning flashes
أَضاءَت تَواليهِ زِنادَ البَوارِقِ
From the rain-clouds, a dark mass that, when it surges like a sea,
Illuminates its sequence like lightning bolts
has trailing masses that kindle the fire-steels of lightning;
A precursor rain whose drizzle was stirred up
سُلافَةُthe pure first draught of غَيثٍrain شَلشَلتَهاsent it cascading هَمِيَّةٌa downpour
سُلافَةُ غَيثٍ شَلشَلتَها هَمِيَّةٌ
نَتيجَةُthe offspring of أَنواءِrain-bearing stars السَحابِthe clouds الرَقارِقِdelicate
نَتيجَةُ أَنواءِ السَحابِ الرَقارِقِ
the pure first draught of rain, sent cascading by a downpour,
By the sighing of rain clouds trailing in procession
born of the rain-stars of delicate clouds;
You left a garden flowering over your grave
وَمُستَنبِتٍand one causing to grow رَوضاًa meadow عَلَيكَover you مُنَوَّراًflowering
وَمُستَنبِتٍ رَوضاً عَلَيكَ مُنَوَّراً
عَلىwith صابِحٍa morning draught مِنof ماءِwater of مُزنٍa rain-cloud وَغابِقِand an evening draught
عَلى صابِحٍ مِن ماءِ مُزنٍ وَغابِقِ
and rain that makes a flowering meadow grow over you,
Though it brims with clay from the garden plots
with morning and evening draughts of cloud-water.
A brother who was devoted to you, his fervor
وَماand what فَرَحيmy joy إِنif جاوَرَتكَlies beside you حَديقَةٌa garden
وَما فَرَحي إِن جاوَرَتكَ حَديقَةٌ
وَقَبرُكَand your grave مَملوءٌis filled بِغُرِّwith the fairest الحَدائِقِgardens
وَقَبرُكَ مَملوءٌ بِغُرِّ الحَدائِقِ
What joy is mine if a garden lies beside you,
Filled the nights with the passions of youth
when your grave is filled with the fairest gardens?
Ardent for you is the breeze of sighing with grief
أَخٌa brother لَكَof yours أَمسىhas become واجِداًgrieving بِكَfor you وَجدَهُwith his grief
أَخٌ لَكَ أَمسى واجِداً بِكَ وَجدَهُ
طَوالَthroughout اللَياليthe nights بِالشَبابِfor youth الغُرانِقِfair and flourishing
طَوالَ اللَيالي بِالشَبابِ الغُرانِقِ
A brother of yours has come to grieve for you as he grieves
Remaining, and the water of sorrows pouring forth
through the long nights for fair, flourishing youth.
My wont is not to play with one who is steadfast
سَخاlavished لَكَon you مِنfrom ريحِthe wind of الزَفيرِsighing بِحاصِبٍa gravel-laden gale
سَخا لَكَ مِن ريحِ الزَفيرِ بِحاصِبٍ
مُقيمٍunceasing وَمِنand from ماءِthe water of الشُؤونِtear-ducts بِوادِقِpouring rain
مُقيمٍ وَمِن ماءِ الشُؤونِ بِوادِقِ
He lavishes on you, from the wind of sighs, a gravel-laden gale,
Nor show love to one who is sincere then forsake him
unceasing, and from his tear-ducts' water, pouring rain.
فَماso not العَهدُthe pledge مِنّيfrom me إِنif لَهَوتُI turn to amusement بِثابِتٍsteadfast
فَما العَهدُ مِنّي إِن لَهَوتُ بِثابِتٍ
وَلاand not الوُدُّthe love مِنّيfrom me إِنif سَلَوتُI forget my grief بِصادِقِsincere
وَلا الوُدُّ مِنّي إِن سَلَوتُ بِصادِقِ
My pledge is not steadfast if I turn to amusement,
nor is my love sincere if I forget my grief.
Partial English translation: 115 of 118 Arabic lines translated.