نُصافيwe befriend المَعاليlofty honors وَالزَمانُwhile time مُعانِدٌis hostile
نُصافي المَعالي وَالزَمانُ مُعانِدٌ
وَنَنهَضُand we rise بِالآمالِwith hopes وَالجَدُّwhile fortune قاعِدُsits idle
وَنَنهَضُ بِالآمالِ وَالجَدُّ قاعِدُ
We befriend lofty honors, though time is hostile,
My aspirations and time are at odds
And rise with hopes, while fortune sits idle.
Yet we rise with hopes though endeavour lies dormant
تَمُرُّpass بِناby us الأَيّامُthe days غَيرَnot رَواجِعٍreturning
تَمُرُّ بِنا الأَيّامُ غَيرَ رَواجِعٍ
كَماas صافَحَتclasped مَرَّthe passage of السُيولِtorrents الجَلامِدُthe boulders
كَما صافَحَت مَرَّ السُيولِ الجَلامِدُ
The days pass us by, never returning,
Days pass us by, never to return
As boulders meet the torrents flowing past.
As torrents flowed over solid ice
وَتُمكِنُناand grants us access مِنto مائِهاits water كُلُّevery مُزنَةٍraincloud
وَتُمكِنُنا مِن مائِها كُلُّ مُزنَةٍ
وَتَمنَعُناand deny us فَضلَthe surplus of السَحابِthe clouds المَزاوِدُthe waterskins
وَتَمنَعُنا فَضلَ السَحابِ المَزاوِدُ
And every raincloud grants us access to its water,
And every difficulty prevents us accessing its water
Yet waterskins deny us the clouds' surplus.
While clouds deny us their excess rain
وَماand not مَرِضَتsickened ليof mine فيin المَطالِبِpursuits هِمَّةٌa resolve
وَما مَرِضَت لي في المَطالِبِ هِمَّةٌ
وَأَحداثُهُand its misfortunes فيon كُلِّevery يَومٍday عَوائِدُare visitors
وَأَحداثُهُ في كُلِّ يَومٍ عَوائِدُ
No resolve of mine has sickened in pursuit of my aims,
No weakness has ever marred my determination regarding my goals
Though time's misfortunes are daily visitors—
Though everyday brings recurring anxieties
عَوائِدُvisitors of هَمٍّsorrow لايُحَيَّينَare not greeted غِبطَةًwith delight
عَوائِدُ هَمٍّ لايُحَيَّينَ غِبطَةً
بِهُنَّin them وَلاnor تُلقىare laid out لَهُنَّfor them الوَسائِدُcushions
بِهُنَّ وَلا تُلقى لَهُنَّ الوَسائِدُ
Visitors of sorrow, not welcomed with delight
Anxieties that never elicit happiness
In their coming, nor are cushions laid out for them.
And find no rest upon pillows
وَلِلَّهِand to God لَيلٌa night يَملَأُfills القَلبَthe heart هَولُهُits terror
وَلِلَّهِ لَيلٌ يَملَأُ القَلبَ هَولُهُ
وَقدand indeed قَلِقَتgrew restless بِالنائِمينَbeneath the sleepers المَراقِدُthe beds
وَقد قَلِقَت بِالنائِمينَ المَراقِدُ
And what a night! Its terror fills the heart,
God has a night that fills the heart with its terror
And beds grow restless beneath their sleepers.
That disturbs even those asleep in their beds
يَقَرُّdelights بِعَينيmy eye أَنto أَرىsee أَرضَthe land of بابِلٍBabylon
يَقَرُّ بِعَيني أَن أَرى أَرضَ بابِلٍ
تَخوضُwade through مَغانيهاits habitations الجِيادُthe steeds المَذاوِدُfoe-repelling
تَخوضُ مَغانيها الجِيادُ المَذاوِدُ
It delights my eye to see the land of Babylon,
My eyes long to see the land of Babylon
Its habitations traversed by fierce steeds,
Where its songs are sung by charging steeds
وَأَسحَبُand I trail فيهاin it بُردَthe cloak of جَذلانَa joyful man شامِتٍgloating
وَأَسحَبُ فيها بُردَ جَذلانَ شامِتٍ
إِذاif شاءَhe wishes غَنَّتهُsing to him الرَقاقُthe delicate ones البَوارِدُthe cool ones
إِذا شاءَ غَنَّتهُ الرَقاقُ البَوارِدُ
And there to trail the cloak of a joyful, gloating man,
And I draw its cold air into my lungs
Whom delicate, cool beauties serenade whenever he wishes.
When, if it wishes, minstrels sing its glories
سَلَلناwe drew out رِقابَthe necks of العيسِthe pale camels مِنfrom خَلَلِthe gaps in الدُجىdarkness
سَلَلنا رِقابَ العيسِ مِن خَلَلِ الدُجى
تُلاعِبُهاplay with them أَشطانُهاtheir ropes وَالمَقاوِدُand the halters
تُلاعِبُها أَشطانُها وَالمَقاوِدُ
We drew the necks of pale camels through the gaps in darkness,
We slipped through the darkness to steal their horses
Their ropes and halters playing with them.
As they were played with by their grooms
وَقَدand already حَفَّsurrounded بِالبَدرِthe full moon النُجومُthe stars كَأَنَّهُas though it
وَقَد حَفَّ بِالبَدرِ النُجومُ كَأَنَّهُ
هَدِيٌّa bride تَهاداهُthey convey in turn الإِماءُthe slave-women الوَلائِدُthe young bondmaids
هَدِيٌّ تَهاداهُ الإِماءُ الوَلائِدُ
The stars had gathered round the full moon, as though it were
The stars cluster around the moon as if
A bride escorted in turn by young bondmaids.
It were a gift presented by new born slave girls
وَفيand in أَعيُنِthe eyes of القَومِthe men اِنضِمامٌa closing مِنَfrom الكَرىdrowsiness
وَفي أَعيُنِ القَومِ اِنضِمامٌ مِنَ الكَرى
وَطَرفُwhile the eye of السُرىnight travel بَينَamong الأَزِمَّةِthe reins شاهِدُkeeps watch
وَطَرفُ السُرى بَينَ الأَزِمَّةِ شاهِدُ
Drowsiness drew the men's eyes closed,
In people's eyes there is sadness from fate
While the eye of night travel kept watch among the reins.
While the spectre of ill fortune stands witness
فَمُضطَرِبٌso one sways فيin غَرزِهِhis stirrup مُتَرَنِّحٌreeling
فَمُضطَرِبٌ في غَرزِهِ مُتَرَنِّحٌ
وَآخَرُand another مَكبوبٌface-down عَلىupon الرَحلِthe saddle ساجِدُprostrate
وَآخَرُ مَكبوبٌ عَلى الرَحلِ ساجِدُ
One sways unsteadily in his stirrup,
One man tosses restless, another prostrate resigned
And another lies face-down upon the saddle, prostrate.
While a woman, wearied by sleep, is vexed by recurring worries
وَغائِرَةٍand a sunken eye قَدalready وَقَّرَweighed down النَومُsleep لَحظَهاits gaze
وَغائِرَةٍ قَد وَقَّرَ النَومُ لَحظَها
تُسَفِّهُunsettle جَفنَيهاits two eyelids الهُمومُthe cares العَوائِدُrecurring
تُسَفِّهُ جَفنَيها الهُمومُ العَوائِدُ
And many a sunken eye, its gaze made heavy by sleep,
She leads steeds racing mile upon mile
Has its eyelids unsettled by recurring cares.
Till even old camels doubt their endurance
تَقودُit guides جِياداًsteeds مااِتُّهِمنَnever distrusted عَلىover مَدىًa distance
تَقودُ جِياداً مااِتُّهِمنَ عَلى مَدىً
بَلَىyet indeed رُبَّماsometimes اِرتابَتmistrusted بِهِنَّthem الأَوابِدُthe wild beasts
بَلَى رُبَّما اِرتابَت بِهِنَّ الأَوابِدُ
It guides steeds never distrusted over any distance;
When thirst parches their jaws the earth shrinks for them
Yet wild beasts may sometimes mistrust them.
And streams flow towards them from every direction
إِذاwhen جالَroamed فيin أَشداقِهاtheir jaws الظِمءُthirst قَلَّصَتcontracted
إِذا جالَ في أَشداقِها الظِمءُ قَلَّصَت
لَهاfor them الأَرضُthe earth وَاِنقادَتand yielded إِلَيهاto them المَوارِدُthe watering places
لَها الأَرضُ وَاِنقادَت إِلَيها المَوارِدُ
When thirst roams in their jaws, there contracts
We searched for them, needing the excuse of distance
For them the earth, and watering places yield to them.
But she thought nothing of turning back with the boisterous camels
أَبَحناwe permitted لَهاthem تَقتَضُّto deflower مِنsome of عُذَرِthe virginity of الرُبىthe hills
أَبَحنا لَها تَقتَضُّ مِن عُذَرِ الرُبى
فَكَرَّتthen charged back عَلَيهاupon them بِالعَجاجِwith dust clouds الفَدافِدُthe wastelands
فَكَرَّت عَلَيها بِالعَجاجِ الفَدافِدُ
We let them strip the hills of their virginity,
The abodes of Baid where the family spends its nights restlessly
And the wastelands charged back at them with dust.
When foxes and night itself are cold
طَرائِقُtracks through بيدٍdeserts يَعسُلُlopes الآلُthe mirage بَينَهاamong them
طَرائِقُ بيدٍ يَعسُلُ الآلُ بَينَها
كَماas اِضطَرَبَdarted about السِرحانُthe wolf وَاللَيلُwhile the night بارِدُwas cold
كَما اِضطَرَبَ السِرحانُ وَاللَيلُ بارِدُ
Tracks through desert wastes, among which the mirage lopes,
We attacked the fearsome darkness and its expanse
As a wolf darts about while the night is cold.
Where no winds blow through it violently
هَجَمناwe plunged عَلىinto غَولِthe terror of الطَريقِthe road وَبُعدِهِand its remoteness
هَجَمنا عَلى غَولِ الطَريقِ وَبُعدِهِ
وَماand where رَكَضَتraced فيهِthrough it الرِياحُthe winds الصَوارِدُcold
وَما رَكَضَت فيهِ الرِياحُ الصَوارِدُ
We plunged into the road's terror and its remoteness,
Shall I unleash the steeds of passion to seek love
And through the places where the cold winds raced.
Though cheeks are deemed its quarry
أَأُرسِلُshall I release خَيلَthe cavalry of اللِحظِthe glance فيin طَلَبِpursuit of الهَوىlove
أَأُرسِلُ خَيلَ اللِحظِ في طَلَبِ الهَوى
وَمِنand among ظَنِّهاits notions أَنَّthat الخُدودَcheeks طَرائِدُare quarry
وَمِن ظَنِّها أَنَّ الخُدودَ طَرائِدُ
Shall I loose the cavalry of my glance in pursuit of love,
I am busy searching for one who has lost his way
Its fancy being that cheeks are quarry?
Asking fate what Destiny will dictate
وَليand I have شُغُلٌan occupation فيwith طالِبٍa seeker ضَلَّwho lost قَصدَهُhis goal
وَلي شُغُلٌ في طالِبٍ ضَلَّ قَصدَهُ
أُسائِلُI inquire عَنهُabout him ماwhat يَقولُsay المَقاصِدُthe destinations
أُسائِلُ عَنهُ ما يَقولُ المَقاصِدُ
When I am occupied with a seeker who has strayed from his goal,
I say to Time, confused when it has snared a lion
I ask about him: what do the destinations say?
That lions, too, are hunted, even when asleep
أَقولُI say لِدَهرٍto an age تاهَgrown arrogant إِذwhen صيدَwas caught لَيثُهُits lion
أَقولُ لِدَهرٍ تاهَ إِذ صيدَ لَيثُهُ
كَذاكَthus يُصادُis caught اللَيثُthe lion وَاللَيثُwhile the lion راقِدُsleeps
كَذاكَ يُصادُ اللَيثُ وَاللَيثُ راقِدُ
I say to an age grown arrogant when its lion was caught:
One has gashed this branch by beating it
Thus is a lion caught—when the lion sleeps.
Another has shaken this towering tree by climbing it
أَثَلَّمَdid he notch هَذاthis النَصلَblade بِالضَربِby striking ضارِبٌa striker
أَثَلَّمَ هَذا النَصلَ بِالضَربِ ضارِبٌ
وَزَعزَعَand shook هَذاthis الطودَmountain بِالوَطءِby treading صاعِدُa climber
وَزَعزَعَ هَذا الطودَ بِالوَطءِ صاعِدُ
Did a striker notch this blade by striking it,
So do not despair, not every calamity approaches
And did a climber shake this mountain with his footfall?
Nor does every misfortune recur
تَعَزَّtake comfort فَماfor not كُلُّevery المَصائِبِcalamity قادِمٌcomes
تَعَزَّ فَما كُلُّ المَصائِبِ قادِمٌ
عَليكَupon you وَلاnor كُلُّevery النَوائِبِmisfortune عائِدُreturns
عَليكَ وَلا كُلُّ النَوائِبِ عائِدُ
Take comfort: not every calamity comes
A man attains from fate what his soul dictates
Upon you, nor does every misfortune return.
And stratagems come according to the status of men
يَنالُreceives الفَتىa man مِنfrom دَهرِهِhis age قَدرَthe measure of نَفسِهِhis own worth
يَنالُ الفَتى مِن دَهرِهِ قَدرَ نَفسِهِ
وَتَأتيand come عَلىaccording to قَدرِthe stature of الرِجالِmen المَكايِدُplots
وَتَأتي عَلى قَدرِ الرِجالِ المَكايِدُ
A man receives from his age according to his own worth,
Your glory, O Pinnacle of Heights, ransoms
And plots come in proportion to the stature of men.
The actions of a coward motivated by grudges
فِدىًa ransom لَكَfor you ياO مَجدَglory of المَعاليlofty honors وَبَأسَهاand their might
فِدىً لَكَ يا مَجدَ المَعالي وَبَأسَها
فِعالُthe deeds of جَبانٍa coward شَجَّعَتهُmade him brave الحَقائِدُthe grudges
فِعالُ جَبانٍ شَجَّعَتهُ الحَقائِدُ
A ransom for you, O glory and might of lofty honors,
Neither swords nor spears have spared you
Be the deeds of a coward whom grudges made brave.
Nor has poetry robbed you of its necklaces
فَماfor not تَرَكَتleft مِنكَof you الصَوارِمُthe keen swords وَالقَناand the spears
فَما تَرَكَت مِنكَ الصَوارِمُ وَالقَنا
وَلاnor أَخَذَتtook مِنكَfrom you الحِسانُthe beautiful ones الحَرائِدُsecluded maidens
وَلا أَخَذَت مِنكَ الحِسانُ الحَرائِدُ
For keen swords and spears have left nothing of you,
You are deposed but not from favours
Nor have lovely, secluded maidens taken anything of you.
Your generosity evident through your features
عُزِلتَyou were dismissed وَلَكِنbut ماnot عُزِلتَwere you dismissed عَنِfrom النَدىgenerosity
عُزِلتَ وَلَكِن ما عُزِلتَ عَنِ النَدى
وَجودُكَand your bounty فيaround جيدِthe neck of العُلىgreatness لَكَfor you شاهِدُa witness
وَجودُكَ في جيدِ العُلى لَكَ شاهِدُ
You were dismissed, but not dismissed from generosity,
By your face the water of honour remains undiluted when deposed
And your bounty, around greatness's neck, bears witness for you.
While the face of your replacement is frozen
بِوَجهِكَon your face ماءُthe water of العِزِّhonor فيin العَزلِdismissal ذائِبٌflowing
بِوَجهِكَ ماءُ العِزِّ في العَزلِ ذائِبٌ
وَوَجهُand the face of الَّذيthe man who وُلّيwas appointed مِنَof الماءِthe water جامِدُdry
وَوَجهُ الَّذي وُلّي مِنَ الماءِ جامِدُ
On your face the water of honor flows even in dismissal,
You hope for rule while it declines
While the appointed man's face is dry of that water.
Without executioner or bloodshed
فَأَنتَfor you تُرَجّيgive hope to المُلكَkingship وَهوَwhile he زَوالُهُis its downfall
فَأَنتَ تُرَجّي المُلكَ وَهوَ زَوالُهُ
بِغَيرِwithout جِلادٍcombat فيهِfor it وَهوَwhile he مُجالِدُis a fighter
بِغَيرِ جِلادٍ فيهِ وَهوَ مُجالِدُ
You give hope to kingship, while he is its downfall,
So let not enemies rejoice, removal is temporary
Without fighting for it, while he is a fighter.
When one delegate leaves, another arrives
فَلاso let not يَفرَحِrejoice الأَعداءُthe enemies فَالعَزلُfor dismissal مَعرِضٌis a marketplace
فَلا يَفرَحِ الأَعداءُ فَالعَزلُ مَعرِضٌ
إِذاwhen راحَdeparts عَنهُfrom it صادِرٌone leaving جاءَcomes وارِدُone arriving
إِذا راحَ عَنهُ صادِرٌ جاءَ وارِدُ
So let enemies not rejoice: dismissal is a marketplace;
You were but a sword whose edge is sharp
When one departs from it, another arrives.
And the righteous are not helped by those who do not fight
وَماand not كُنتَwere you إِلّاexcept السَيفَthe sword يَمضيcuts through ذُبابُهُits edge
وَما كُنتَ إِلّا السَيفَ يَمضي ذُبابُهُ
وَلاand not يَنصُرُchampions العَلياءَgreatness مَنone who لاdoes not يُجالِدُfight
وَلا يَنصُرُ العَلياءَ مَن لا يُجالِدُ
You were nothing but a sword whose edge cuts through,
You practised truth until you returned it
And none who will not fight can champion greatness.
Silent, while only the treacherous spoke against it
نُضيwas drawn فَقَضىand fulfilled حَقَّthe due of الضَرائِبِthe blows فيin الوَغىbattle
نُضي فَقَضى حَقَّ الضَرائِبِ في الوَغى
وَأَثنَتand praised عَلَيهِit حينَwhen رَدَّit returned المَغامِدُthe scabbards
وَأَثنَت عَلَيهِ حينَ رَدَّ المَغامِدُ
Drawn, it paid blows their due in battle,
He seeks help and support through others than God
And the scabbards praised it when it returned.
While the Merciful and glory are your aides
فَأَعطواso they gave عِنانَthe reins of الضُرِّharm غَيرَكَsomeone other than you إِذwhen رَأواthey saw
فَأَعطوا عِنانَ الضُرِّ غَيرَكَ إِذ رَأوا
يَمينَكَyour right hand تَستَوليtaking control عَليهاof it الفَوائِدُbenefactions
يَمينَكَ تَستَولي عَليها الفَوائِدُ
They gave another the reins of harm, when they saw
You criticise the Lord of Goodness through me; my bones
Benefactions taking possession of your right hand.
Unless those bones are guarded beyond all else
وَماand not كُنتَwere you يَوماًever فيin الزَمانِtime بِمُمسِكٍone holding tight
وَما كُنتَ يَوماً في الزَمانِ بِمُمسِكٍ
عُرىthe bonds of المالِwealth إِنif ضَجَّتclamored إِلَيكَto you المَواعِدُthe promises
عُرى المالِ إِن ضَجَّت إِلَيكَ المَواعِدُ
Never, at any time, did you hold tight
But he saw insulting the Prophet as a prize
To wealth's bonds, when promises clamored to you.
Since none surrounded him except the doubtful and ungrateful
وَلاnor كُنتَwere you تَرضىcontent أَنto تَصِحَّbe healthy بِبَلدَةٍin a town
وَلا كُنتَ تَرضى أَن تَصِحَّ بِبَلدَةٍ
إِذاif قيلَit was said عُضوٌa limb مِنof زَمانِكَyour age فاسِدُis diseased
إِذا قيلَ عُضوٌ مِن زَمانِكَ فاسِدُ
Nor would you consent to be healthy in a town,
Had he been of the Fatimids, glory upon him
If told that a limb of your age was diseased.
Tempests, camels, and arms would have prevailed
أَياO غُدوَةًa dawn ساءَsaddened الحُسَينَal-Husayn صَباحُهاits morning
أَيا غُدوَةً ساءَ الحُسَينَ صَباحُها
وَسَرَّand delighted العِدىthe enemies فيهاduring it الزَمانُtime المُعانِدُthe hostile
وَسَرَّ العِدى فيها الزَمانُ المُعانِدُ
O dawn whose morning saddened al-Husayn,
Indeed with you barren clemency is fertile
And in which hostile time delighted his enemies,
And with you derelict glory finds a conduit
لَحَقَّقتِyou indeed confirmed عِنديto me أَنَّthat كُلٌّevery صَبيحَةٍmorning
لَحَقَّقتِ عِندي أَنَّ كُلٌّ صَبيحَةٍ
مُجاجَةُa spit of سُمٍّpoison وَاللَياليand the nights أَساوِدُblack snakes
مُجاجَةُ سُمٍّ وَاللَيالي أَساوِدُ
You have indeed convinced me that every morning
You wearied of the exalted, choosing isolation from them
Is a spit of poison, and the nights are black snakes.
As if you had sapped your palms of their praises
يُعَرِّفُكَacquaint you الإِخوانُthe brothers كُلٌّeach بِنَفسِهِwith himself
يُعَرِّفُكَ الإِخوانُ كُلٌّ بِنَفسِهِ
وَخَيرُand the best أَخٍbrother مَنone whom عَرَّفَتكَhave revealed to you الشَدائِدُhardships
وَخَيرُ أَخٍ مَن عَرَّفَتكَ الشَدائِدُ
Brothers each acquaint you with themselves,
Leaving a desolate land bereft of you
But the best brother is one whom hardships have revealed to you.
Assailed from within itself, importuning you
وَطاغٍand a tyrant يُعيرُlends البَغيَinjustice غَربَthe sharp edge of لِسانِهِhis tongue
وَطاغٍ يُعيرُ البَغيَ غَربَ لِسانِهِ
وَلَيسَand there is not لَهُfor him عَنon behalf of جانِبِthe side of الدينِreligion ذائِدُa defender
وَلَيسَ لَهُ عَن جانِبِ الدينِ ذائِدُ
And a tyrant lends injustice the sharp edge of his tongue,
Spears will remember you as they become lances
And he has no defender on religion's side.
Though they now have only hearts as their repositories
شَنَنتَyou poured out عَلَيهِupon him الحَقَّthe truth حَتّىuntil رَدَدتَهُyou reduced him
شَنَنتَ عَلَيهِ الحَقَّ حَتّى رَدَدتَهُ
صَموتاًto silence وَفيand in أَنيابِهِhis fangs القَولُspeech راقِدُasleep
صَموتاً وَفي أَنيابِهِ القَولُ راقِدُ
You poured truth upon him until you left him
Glory resides in you, O Qais Bin Aylan, ever glorious
Silent, with speech asleep between his fangs.
Sublime, with none to envy you
يَدِلُّhe boasts بِغَيرِof someone other than اللَهِGod عَضداًas a support وَناصِراًand a helper
يَدِلُّ بِغَيرِ اللَهِ عَضداً وَناصِراً
وَناصِرُكَand your helper الرَحمَنُthe All-Merciful وَالمَجدُand glory عاضِدُa supporter
وَناصِرُكَ الرَحمَنُ وَالمَجدُ عاضِدُ
He boasts of a support and helper other than God,
A man who withstands your spears as he brandishes his own
While your helper is the All-Merciful, and glory lends support.
And walks armies towards you when alone
تُعَيِّرُyou taunt رَبَّthe lord of الخَيرِgoodness باليthe decay of عِظامِهِhis bones
تُعَيِّرُ رَبَّ الخَيرِ بالي عِظامِهِ
أَلاindeed نُزِّهَتmay be kept pure تِلكَthose العِظامُbones البَوائِدُperished
أَلا نُزِّهَت تِلكَ العِظامُ البَوائِدُ
You taunt the lord of goodness for his decayed bones—
On the day of Uwaith, swords shining
Indeed, may those perished bones be kept above reproach!
As Death and the heathen lord remain firm
وَلَكِنbut رَأىhe considered سَبَّinsulting النَبِيِّthe Prophet غَنيمَةًa prize
وَلَكِن رَأى سَبَّ النَبِيِّ غَنيمَةً
وَماand none حَولَهُaround him إِلّاexcept مُريبٌa suspect man وَجاحِدُand a denier
وَما حَولَهُ إِلّا مُريبٌ وَجاحِدُ
Yet he thought insulting the Prophet a prize,
You repelled them, with horses between them
And around him are only the suspect and the denying.
Reining in death though it was on the loose
وَلَوand if كانَhe were بَينَamong الفاطِمِيّينَthe Fatimids رَفرَفَتwould flutter
وَلَو كانَ بَينَ الفاطِمِيّينَ رَفرَفَت
عَلَيهِover him العَواليthe tall spears وَالظُبىand sword-blades وَالسَواعِدُand forearms
عَلَيهِ العَوالي وَالظُبى وَالسَواعِدُ
Had he been among the Fatimids, there would have fluttered
You created among them wakeful, insightful eyes
Over him tall spears, sword-blades, and forearms.
That sleep the night away while remaining alert
أَلاindeed إِنَّsurely جَدبَthe barrenness of الحِلمِforbearance عِندَكَwith you مُخصِبٌis fertile
أَلا إِنَّ جَدبَ الحِلمِ عِندَكَ مُخصِبٌ
وَإِنَّand indeed لَئيمَthe miser of المَجدِglory عِندَكَwith you رافِدُis a giver
وَإِنَّ لَئيمَ المَجدِ عِندَكَ رافِدُ
Indeed, the barrenness of forbearance is fertile with you,
Their life spans are preserved for their swords
And even the miser of glory becomes a giver beside you.
So most fitting, as war remains chaste and untried
ضَجِرتَyou wearied مِنَof العَلياءِgreatness فَاِختَرتَso you chose عَزلَهاits dismissal
ضَجِرتَ مِنَ العَلياءِ فَاِختَرتَ عَزلَها
كَأَنَّكَas though you قَدalready أَفنَتhad exhausted نَداكَyour bounty المَحامِدُpraises
كَأَنَّكَ قَد أَفنَت نَداكَ المَحامِدُ
You wearied of greatness and chose to relinquish it,
I saw thoroughbreds demanding their exertion
As though praises had exhausted your bounty.
While the horses themselves yearn for rest
تَرَكتَyou left قَلوصاًa young she-camel بِالفَلاةِin the wilderness وَوَحشَهاand its wild beasts
تَرَكتَ قَلوصاً بِالفَلاةِ وَوَحشَها
تُجاذِبُهُtug at him عَنaway from نَفسِهِhimself وَتُراوِدُand entice
تُجاذِبُهُ عَن نَفسِهِ وَتُراوِدُ
You left a young she-camel in the wilderness, while its wild beasts
Long distances they cover till they complete them
Struggle with it for its life and seek to lure it away.
With none but the willing horse pursuing glory
سَتَذكُرُكَwill remember you الأَرماحُthe spears وَهيَwhile they قَوارِبٌapproach water
سَتَذكُرُكَ الأَرماحُ وَهيَ قَوارِبٌ
وَلَيسَand there are not لَهاfor them إِلّاexcept القُلوبُhearts مَوارِدُwatering places
وَلَيسَ لَها إِلّا القُلوبُ مَوارِدُ
The spears will remember you when they seek water,
Excellent is your resolve, and its commitment
For their only watering places are hearts.
When the wise and hardened warrior makes his judgement
حَوىwon المَجدَglory ياO قَيسَQays بنَson of عَيلانَAylan ماجِدٌa noble man
حَوى المَجدَ يا قَيسَ بنَ عَيلانَ ماجِدٌ
وَجَلَّand grew great فَماso no يُلقىis found لَهُfor him فيهِin it حاسِدُan envier
وَجَلَّ فَما يُلقى لَهُ فيهِ حاسِدُ
A noble man has won glory, O Qays ibn Aylan,
Are you not of those people, when they rule
And risen so high that no envier of him in it is found.
Even the grandest of crowns is considered too small
فَتىًa youth يَحتَويencompasses أَرماحَكُمyour spears وَهوَwhile he صارِمٌis a sharp sword
فَتىً يَحتَوي أَرماحَكُم وَهوَ صارِمٌ
وَيُسريand dispatches by night جُيوشاًarmies نَحوَكُمtoward you وَهوَwhile he واحِدُis one
وَيُسري جُيوشاً نَحوَكُم وَهوَ واحِدُ
A youth who encompasses your spears, himself a sharp sword,
Their whips are white like antelope and their prisons,
And sends armies by night toward you, though he is but one.
When angered, are but for the atheistic
وَيَومَand on the day of عُوَيثٍUwayth وَالسُيوفُwhile the swords بَوارِقٌare lightning-flashes
وَيَومَ عُوَيثٍ وَالسُيوفُ بَوارِقٌ
تَظَلُّhover المَناياdeaths وَالقِسِيُّand the bows رَواعِدُare thunderclaps
تَظَلُّ المَنايا وَالقِسِيُّ رَواعِدُ
And on the day of Uwayth, while swords were lightning-flashes,
The necks of enemies and Christians are in their midst humiliated
Deaths hovered, and bows were thunderclaps.
While the whites are adorned with necklaces
رَدَدتَهُمُyou drove them back وَالسُمرُwith the brown spears بَينَamong ظُهورِهِمtheir backs
رَدَدتَهُمُ وَالسُمرُ بَينَ ظُهورِهِم
تُعَقِّلُyou tether فيهِon it المَوتَdeath وَالمَوتُwhile death شارِدُruns wild
تُعَقِّلُ فيهِ المَوتَ وَالمَوتُ شارِدُ
You drove them back, brown spears among their backs,
Birds of all hues nest in their chambers
Tethering death on that day, though death ran wild.
As the houses of nomads are held stationary
وَقَدand already خَلَقَتhad created فيهاin them عُيوناًeyes قَريحَةًsore
وَقَد خَلَقَت فيها عُيوناً قَريحَةً
يَنامونَthey sleep عُمرَthe duration of اللَيلِthe night وَهيَwhile they سَواهِدُare sleepless
يَنامونَ عُمرَ اللَيلِ وَهيَ سَواهِدُ
And they had opened sore eyes in them;
What father is like the son of Musa for offspring
They sleep the whole length of night, while those eyes stay awake.
When men of rank increase in multitudes
أَسِنَّةُthe spearheads of فِهرٍFihr فيin صُدورِthe breasts of جِيادِهِمtheir steeds
أَسِنَّةُ فِهرٍ في صُدورِ جِيادِهِم
كَأَنَّas though قَناهاtheir spear-shafts لِلجِيادِfor the steeds مَقاوِدُare reins
كَأَنَّ قَناها لِلجِيادِ مَقاوِدُ
The spearheads of Fihr are in their horses' breasts,
He protected pilgrims and assumed full command
As though their shafts were reins for the steeds.
Though the young nomads had become numerous
هُمُthey ذَخَرواstored up أَعمارَهُمtheir lifetimes لِسُيوفِهِfor his swords
هُمُ ذَخَروا أَعمارَهُم لِسُيوفِهِ
فَأولىso all the better لَهاfor them وَالحَربُwhile war عَذراءُis a virgin ناهِدُwith budding breasts
فَأولى لَها وَالحَربُ عَذراءُ ناهِدُ
They saved their lifetimes for his swords;
So he turned, with worldly power pulling and pushing
So all the better for them, while war is a virgin with budding breasts.
While others beckoned him to glory and ancestry
رَأَيتُI saw فَيافيwastelands تَقتَضيdemanding هَبَواتِهِhis dust clouds
رَأَيتُ فَيافي تَقتَضي هَبَواتِهِ
وَتَرغَبُand coveting أَرساغَthe fetlocks of الجِيادِthe steeds القَوادِدِlong-bodied
وَتَرغَبُ أَرساغَ الجِيادِ القَوادِدِ
I saw wastelands demanding his dust clouds,
His brother aided him the day his stirrups steadied
And coveting the fetlocks of long-bodied steeds.
Saying, “kinship is excellent in lending support”
مَدىًa distance يَمخَصُchurns الأَشواطَthe courses حَتّىuntil يُعيدَهاit renders them
مَدىً يَمخَصُ الأَشواطَ حَتّى يُعيدَها
وَلازُبدَةٌand no cream إِلّاexcept الجَوادُthe thoroughbred المُجاوِدُvying in speed
وَلازُبدَةٌ إِلّا الجَوادُ المُجاوِدُ
A distance that churns the courses until it renders them
Both showed patience as truth sits upon its head
With no cream but the thoroughbred that vies in speed.
In evening, when branches shake the trunk
لَنِعمَhow excellent حَريمُthe sanctuary of العَزمِresolve أَنتَyou وَثَغرُهُand its frontier
لَنِعمَ حَريمُ العَزمِ أَنتَ وَثَغرُهُ
إِذاwhen رَجَّحَweighs الرَأيَjudgment الأَلَدُّthe stubborn one المُجالِدُthe fighter
إِذا رَجَّحَ الرَأيَ الأَلَدُّ المُجالِدُ
How excellent you are as the sanctuary and frontier of resolve,
He detached from family for the exalted
When a stubborn fighter weighs his judgment.
As each guided him to glory and prestige
أَلَستَare you not مِنَamong القَومِthe people الَّذينَwho إِذاwhen سَطَواthey strike
أَلَستَ مِنَ القَومِ الَّذينَ إِذا سَطَوا
تَبَرّىcome loose مِنَfrom التاجِthe crown العَظيمِthe mighty المَعاقِدُthe fastenings
تَبَرّى مِنَ التاجِ العَظيمِ المَعاقِدُ
Are you not of the people who, when they strike,
Hopes vary in their fruits
The fastenings of the mighty crown come undone?
When irrigated by one water and stream
سِياطُهُمُtheir whips بيضُwhite الظُبىsword-blades وَسُجونُهُمand their prisons
سِياطُهُمُ بيضُ الظُبى وَسُجونُهُم
إِذاwhen غَضِبواthey are angered دونَin defense of العَلاءِhigh honor المَلاحِدُgraves
إِذا غَضِبوا دونَ العَلاءِ المَلاحِدُ
Their whips are white sword-blades, and their prisons,
He pitched his great abode’s tent pegs
When angered in defense of honor, are graves.
Upon Al-Jawza, frequented by beasts and sleepers
رِقابُthe necks of العِدىthe enemies وَالعيسُand the pale camels فيهِمamong them ذَليلَةٌhumbled
رِقابُ العِدى وَالعيسُ فيهِم ذَليلَةٌ
وَلِلبيضِand for the white swords ماwhat نيطَتare hung عَليهِupon it القَلائِدُnecklaces
وَلِلبيضِ ما نيطَت عَليهِ القَلائِدُ
The necks of enemies and pale camels alike are humbled among them,
Needy of lightning fires, arrayed
And white swords own whatever necklaces hang upon.
And thirsty for rain clouds, arriving
يُعَشِّشُnest طَيرُthe birds of الخَضبِdye فيin حُجُراتِهِمtheir chambers
يُعَشِّشُ طَيرُ الخَضبِ في حُجُراتِهِم
وَتُعقَلُand are tethered مِنهُنَّfrom them البُيوتُverses الشَوارِدُwandering
وَتُعقَلُ مِنهُنَّ البُيوتُ الشَوارِدُ
Birds of dye nest in their chambers,
Is not the land most deserving with misery
And through them wandering verses are tethered.
When lightning flashes from its furthest horizons
وَماand no والِدٌfather مِثلُlike اِبنِthe son of موسىMusa لِمَولِدٍto a child
وَما والِدٌ مِثلُ اِبنِ موسى لِمَولِدٍ
قَريبٍclose تَجافاهُshunned him الرَجالُthe men الأَباعِدُdistant
قَريبٍ تَجافاهُ الرَجالُ الأَباعِدُ
No father is like Ibn Musa to a son
It is as if I see him, worries assuaged by honour
Close to him, whom distant men shunned.
As those calamities yield, so often perilous
حَمىprotected الحَجَّthe pilgrimage وَاِحتَلَّand held المَظالِمَgrievance jurisdiction رُتبَةًas an office
حَمى الحَجَّ وَاِحتَلَّ المَظالِمَ رُتبَةً
عَلىthough أَنَّindeed رَيعانَthe prime of النَقابَةِthe naqibship زائِدُis greater
عَلى أَنَّ رَيعانَ النَقابَةِ زائِدُ
He protected the pilgrimage and held the office of redressing grievances,
God returned to him the joy of days passed
Though the prime of the naqibship is greater still.
As the nights came back white and glorious
فَأَقبَلَso he came forward وَالدُنياwhile the world مَشوقٌwas enamored وَشايقٌand enamoring
فَأَقبَلَ وَالدُنيا مَشوقٌ وَشايقٌ
وَأَعرَضَand he turned away وَالدُنياwhile the world طَريدٌwas driven away وَطارِدُand driving away
وَأَعرَضَ وَالدُنيا طَريدٌ وَطارِدُ
He came forward, and the world was both enamored and enamoring,
You yearn with desire whose sword spills tears
And turned away, while the world was both driven and driving.
When polished by keeping treaties
وَساعَدَهُand aided him يَومَon the day اِستَقَلَّhe set in motion رِكابَهُhis riding-camels
وَساعَدَهُ يَومَ اِستَقَلَّ رِكابَهُ
أَخوهُhis brother وَقالَand said البَينُseparation نِعمَhow excellent المُساعِدُthe helper
أَخوهُ وَقالَ البَينُ نِعمَ المُساعِدُ
And on the day he set his riding-camels in motion, he was aided
O House of Hudhaym, do your hearts find peace
By his brother, and separation said, 'What an excellent helper!'
While the heart of the Son of Adnan remains restless against fate
هُماthe two صَبَراendured وَالحَقُّwhile truth يَركَبُrides رَأسَهُits head
هُما صَبَرا وَالحَقُّ يَركَبُ رَأسَهُ
عَشِيَّةَon the evening زالَتslipped away بِالفُروعِwith the branches القَواعِدُthe foundations
عَشِيَّةَ زالَت بِالفُروعِ القَواعِدُ
The two endured while truth went headlong on its course,
Should they deny your favours, their necks will bend
On the evening foundations slipped away with their branches.
To your blessings, adorned with necklaces
تَفَرَّدَhe stood alone بِالعَلياءِin greatness عَنapart from أَهلِthe people of بَيتِهِhis household
تَفَرَّدَ بِالعَلياءِ عَن أَهلِ بَيتِهِ
وَكُلٌّand each يُهاديهِguides him gently إِلىtoward المَجدِglory والِدُa father
وَكُلٌّ يُهاديهِ إِلى المَجدِ والِدُ
He stood alone in greatness among his household,
Still swords take their women prisoner
And a father guides each of them toward glory.
While your poetry takes the jewels of speech prisoner
وَتَختَلِفُand differ الأَمالُhopes فيin ثَمَراتِهاtheir fruits
وَتَختَلِفُ الأَمالُ في ثَمَراتِها
إِذاwhen شَرِقَتthey are choked بِالرَيِّwith irrigation وَالماءُand the water واحِدُis one
إِذا شَرِقَت بِالرَيِّ وَالماءُ واحِدُ
Hopes differ in the fruits they yield,
When drenched with irrigation, though the water is one.
وَمَدَّand he stretched عَلىacross الجَوزاءِal-Jawza أَطنابَthe tent-ropes of مَنزِلٍa dwelling
وَمَدَّ عَلى الجَوزاءِ أَطنابَ مَنزِلٍ
يَلوذُseek refuge بِخَقوَيهِat its two flanks السُهاal-Suha وَالفَراقِدُand al-Faraqid
يَلوذُ بِخَقوَيهِ السُها وَالفَراقِدُ
He stretched the ropes of a dwelling across al-Jawza,
At whose two flanks al-Suha and al-Faraqid seek refuge.
فَقُرٌّso cold لِنيرانِat the fires of البَوارِقِlightning-flashes مُصطَلٍwarms itself
فَقُرٌّ لِنيرانِ البَوارِقِ مُصطَلٍ
وَظِمءٌand thirst لِأَحواضِto the pools of الغَمائِمِclouds وَاِرِدُcomes to drink
وَظِمءٌ لِأَحواضِ الغَمائِمِ وَاِرِدُ
Cold warms itself at the fires of lightning,
And thirst comes to drink at the pools of clouds.
أَحَقُّmost deserving بِلادِof the lands of اللَهِGod بِالمُزنِof rainclouds أَرضُهُhis land
أَحَقُّ بِلادِ اللَهِ بِالمُزنِ أَرضُهُ
إِذاwhen شامَobserves أَقصىthe farthest خَطرَةِflicker of البَرقِlightning رائِدُa scout
إِذا شامَ أَقصى خَطرَةِ البَرقِ رائِدُ
His land is the most deserving of God's lands of rainclouds,
When a scout watches the farthest flicker of lightning.
كَأَنّيas though I بِهِbehold him وَالعِزُّwhile honor يَنضوcasts off هُمومَهُhis cares
كَأَنّي بِهِ وَالعِزُّ يَنضو هُمومَهُ
وَقَدand already خَضَعَتhave submitted تِلكَthose الخُطوبُcalamities النَواكِدُgrievous
وَقَد خَضَعَت تِلكَ الخُطوبُ النَواكِدُ
I can almost see him, with honor casting off his cares,
And those grievous calamities brought low.
أَعادَmay restore إِلَيهِto him اللَهُGod ماضيthe former state of سُرورِهِhis joy
أَعادَ إِلَيهِ اللَهُ ماضي سُرورِهِ
وَرَدَّand return اللَياليthe nights وَهيَwhile they بيضٌare bright أَماجِدُnoble
وَرَدَّ اللَيالي وَهيَ بيضٌ أَماجِدُ
May God restore his former joy to him,
And return the nights, bright and noble.
مُنيتَyou were afflicted بِشَوقٍwith longing يَنحَرُslaughters الدَمعَtears سَيفُهُits sword
مُنيتَ بِشَوقٍ يَنحَرُ الدَمعَ سَيفُهُ
إِذاwhen حادَثَتهُfreshen it بِالصِقالِwith polishing المَعاهِدُthe familiar haunts
إِذا حادَثَتهُ بِالصِقالِ المَعاهِدُ
You are afflicted with longing whose sword slaughters tears,
Whenever familiar haunts freshen its polish.
أَآلَO house of هُذَيمٍHudhaym هَلcan تَقَرُّfind rest قُلوبُكُمyour hearts
أَآلَ هُذَيمٍ هَل تَقَرُّ قُلوبُكُم
وَقَلبُwhile the heart of اِبنِthe son of عَدنانٍAdnan عَلىtoward الدَهرِtime واجِدُis resentful
وَقَلبُ اِبنِ عَدنانٍ عَلى الدَهرِ واجِدُ
O house of Hudhaym, can your hearts be at ease,
While the heart of Ibn Adnan is bitter toward time?
إِذاif جَحَدواthey deny نُعماكَyour benefactions لَوَّتtwist رِقابَهُمtheir necks
إِذا جَحَدوا نُعماكَ لَوَّت رِقابَهُم
لِمَنِّكَof your bounty أَطواقٌcollars بِهاupon them وَقَلائِدُand necklaces
لِمَنِّكَ أَطواقٌ بِها وَقَلائِدُ
If they deny your benefactions, their necks are twisted
By the collars and necklaces of your bounty around them.
وَلاand may not زالَتِcease الأَسيافُthe swords تَسبيcapture حَريمَهُمtheir households
وَلا زالَتِ الأَسيافُ تَسبي حَريمَهُم
وَتَسبيand capture حَريمَthe sanctuary of المالِwealth مِنكَfrom you القَصائِدُthe poems
وَتَسبي حَريمَ المالِ مِنكَ القَصائِدُ
May swords never cease to take their households captive,
And poems to capture wealth's sanctuary from you.
Partial English translation: 136 of 156 Arabic lines translated.