أَشاقَكَhas it stirred your longing? مِنfrom عَبلَAbla الخَيالُthe phantom المُبَهَّجُthe radiant
أَشاقَكَ مِن عَبلَ الخَيالُ المُبَهَّجُ
فَقَلبُكَso your heart مِنهُfrom it لاعِجٌburning يَتَوَهَّجُblazes
فَقَلبُكَ مِنهُ لاعِجٌ يَتَوَهَّجُ
Has Abla's radiant phantom stirred your longing,
Your imagination's delighted ties have left my heart aflame
so that your heart, inflamed by it, blazes?
So it blazes with fervor for the one who appeared then was lost
فَقَدتَyou lost الَّتيher who بانَتdeparted فَبِتُّso I spent the night مُعَذَّباًtormented
فَقَدتَ الَّتي بانَت فَبِتُّ مُعَذَّباً
وَتِلكَand that woman اِحتَواهاenclosed her عَنكَaway from you لِلبَينِfor separation هَودَجُa howdah
وَتِلكَ اِحتَواها عَنكَ لِلبَينِ هَودَجُ
You lost her who departed, and I spent the night tormented;
I pine in agony while she is kept from me by estrangement
and a howdah enclosed her, bearing her away from you at parting.
My heart on leaving her was like a startled deer in flight
كَأَنَّas though فُؤاديmy heart يَومَon the day قُمتُI rose مُوَدِّعاًbidding farewell
كَأَنَّ فُؤادي يَومَ قُمتُ مُوَدِّعاً
عُبَيلَةَUbayla مِنّيfrom me هارِبٌfleeing يَتَمَعَّجُwrithing
عُبَيلَةَ مِنّي هارِبٌ يَتَمَعَّجُ
It was as though my heart, the day I rose to bid farewell
My friends, I'll ne’er forget you but rather sacrifice myself
to Ubayla, were fleeing from me, writhing.
Where, where is the winding path that leads up to her home?
خَليلَيَّmy two dear friends ماnot أَنساكُماI forget you both بَلrather فِداكُماa ransom for you both
خَليلَيَّ ما أَنساكُما بَل فِداكُما
أَبيmy father وَأَبوهاand her father أَينَwhere أَينَwhere المُعَرَّجُthe stopping-place
أَبي وَأَبوها أَينَ أَينَ المُعَرَّجُ
My two friends, I do not forget you; rather, may you be ransomed by
When I stop at the ponds of Duhurdhayn I speak to the land
my father and hers! Where, where is the stopping-place?
The land where, for love of it, I spend my nights sleepless
أَلِمّاstop, you two بِماءِat the water of الدُحرُضَينِal-Duhrudayn فَكَلَّماthen speak, you two
أَلِمّا بِماءِ الدُحرُضَينِ فَكَلَّما
دِيارَthe dwellings of الَّتيher who فيin حُبِّهاlove of her بِتُّI spent the night أَلهَجُspeaking incessantly
دِيارَ الَّتي في حُبِّها بِتُّ أَلهَجُ
Stop at the water of al-Duhrudayn, then speak to
It was a place of lovely maidens, now the four winds
the dwellings of her whose love I kept proclaiming through the night.
Ravage it while storms rage through and stir up turmoil
دِيارٌdwellings لِذاتِof the lady of الخِدرِthe curtained chamber عَبلَةَAbla أَصبَحَتhave now come to
دِيارٌ لِذاتِ الخِدرِ عَبلَةَ أَصبَحَت
بِهاtherein الأَربَعُthe four الهوجُraging العَواصِفُstorm winds تُرهِجُraise dust
بِها الأَربَعُ الهوجُ العَواصِفُ تُرهِجُ
Dwellings of Abla, lady of the curtained chamber: now
Tell me, if I disturb it and evict its people now
the four raging storm winds raise dust there.
Will a lovely she-camel guide me to her old abode?
أَلاah هَلwhether تُرىone supposes إِنif شَطَّis far distant عَنّيfrom me مَزارُهاthe place to visit her
أَلا هَل تُرى إِن شَطَّ عَنّي مَزارُها
وَأَزعَجُهاand drove her away عَنfrom أَهلِهاher people الآنَnow مُزعِجُone who dislodges
وَأَزعَجُها عَن أَهلِها الآنَ مُزعِجُ
Ah, I wonder—if the place to visit her is far from me,
Turning to show her shoulder, or her chest if she draws near
and someone has now driven her away from her people—
With a scarf that fluttering, floating lightly round her sways
فَهَلthen will تُبلِغَنّيcarry me to دارَهاher dwelling شَدَنِيَّةٌa Shadani she-camel
فَهَل تُبلِغَنّي دارَها شَدَنِيَّةٌ
هَمَلَّعَةٌswift and long-striding بَينَamid القِفارِthe wastes تُهَملِجُpaces smoothly
هَمَلَّعَةٌ بَينَ القِفارِ تُهَملِجُ
will a Shadani she-camel carry me to her dwelling,
Ubayla, this string of verse for you I've woven
a swift, long-striding beast, pacing through the wastes?
Its thread and beauty you confer, its splendor you emblaze
تُريكَshe shows you إِذاwhen وَلَّتshe turns away سَناماًa hump وَكاهِلاًand withers
تُريكَ إِذا وَلَّت سَناماً وَكاهِلاً
وَإِنand if أَقبَلَتshe approaches صَدراًa chest لَهاof hers يَتَرَجرَجُsways
وَإِن أَقبَلَت صَدراً لَها يَتَرَجرَجُ
She shows you, when she turns away, a hump and withers,
I came to you, noble lady, quickly with my offer
and, if she comes toward you, her swaying chest.
Beneath me a Mahri camel of finest stock for your bride-price
عُبَيلَةُUbayla هَذاthis دُرُّpearls نَظمٍof verse نَظَمتُهُI composed and strung it
عُبَيلَةُ هَذا دُرُّ نَظمٍ نَظَمتُهُ
وَأَنتِand you لَهُfor it سِلكٌa thread وَحُسنٌand beauty وَمَبهَجُand delight
وَأَنتِ لَهُ سِلكٌ وَحُسنٌ وَمَبهَجُ
Ubayla, these are pearls of verse that I have strung,
A land where water flows from hilltops downhill
and you are their thread, their beauty, and their delight.
So verdant growth and flowers bloom in vivid, vivid hues
وَقَدand indeed سِرتُI traveled ياO بِنتَdaughter of الكِرامِthe noble مُبادِراًhastening
وَقَد سِرتُ يا بِنتَ الكِرامِ مُبادِراً
وَتَحتِيَand beneath me مَهرِيٌّa Mahri مِنَamong الإِبلِthe camels أَهوَجُheadstrong
وَتَحتِيَ مَهرِيٌّ مِنَ الإِبلِ أَهوَجُ
And I have journeyed in haste, O daughter of the noble,
There the myrtle, the wild pear, the lavender grow
with a headstrong Mahri camel beneath me,
Chamomile, nisreen, roses, and osage orange too
بِأَرضٍin a land تَرَدّىtumbled down الماءُthe water مِنfrom هَضَباتِهاits hills
بِأَرضٍ تَرَدّى الماءُ مِن هَضَباتِها
فَأَصبَحَso it came to فيهاthere نَبتُهاits vegetation يَتَوَهَّجُglow
فَأَصبَحَ فيها نَبتُها يَتَوَهَّجُ
in a land where water tumbled down from its hills,
Though its ruins now are desolate hollow shells
and there its vegetation began to glow.
As if no happy life flourished there aforetime
وَأَورَقَand put forth leaves فيهاthere الآسُmyrtle وَالضالُand wild lote trees وَالغَضاand saxaul
وَأَورَقَ فيها الآسُ وَالضالُ وَالغَضا
وَنَبقٌand jujube وَنِسرينٌand musk rose وَوَردٌand rose وَعَوسَجُand boxthorn
وَنَبقٌ وَنِسرينٌ وَوَردٌ وَعَوسَجُ
And myrtle, wild lote trees, and saxaul put forth leaves there,
With you, Ubayla, I used to joke there endlessly
and jujube, musk rose, rose, and boxthorn.
And the long-necked gazelle would jest with me so graceful
لَئِنeven if أَضحَتِhave become الأَطلالُthe ruined camps مِنهاof hers خَوالِياًdeserted
لَئِن أَضحَتِ الأَطلالُ مِنها خَوالِياً
كَأَنas though لَمnot يَكُنthere had been فيهاthere مِنَof العَيشِlife مُبهِجُanything delightful
كَأَن لَم يَكُن فيها مِنَ العَيشِ مُبهِجُ
Even if her ruined camps have become deserted,
Lovely, dark eyed, slender, soft cheeked, elegant
as though no delight of life had ever been there,
Arched brows o’er lids, lips like anemone buds split open
فَياoh طالَماhow often مازَحتُI teased playfully فيهاthere عُبَيلَةًUbayla
فَيا طالَما مازَحتُ فيها عُبَيلَةً
وَمازَحَنيand playfully teased me فيهاthere الغَزالُthe gazelle المُغَنَّجُthe coquettish
وَمازَحَني فيها الغَزالُ المُغَنَّجُ
oh, how often I playfully teased Ubayla there,
Stout hips and undulating waist, blushing cheeks
and the coquettish gazelle playfully teased me there!
Smooth legs like the pods of the sabiriyya, soft belly
أَغَنُّsoftly nasal-voiced مَليحُcharming الدَلِّin coyness أَحوَرُwith contrasting black-and-white eyes أَكحَلٌnaturally dark-rimmed-eyed
أَغَنُّ مَليحُ الدَلِّ أَحوَرُ أَكحَلٌ
أَزَجُّfinely arched-browed نَقِيُّpure الخَدِّof cheek أَبلَجُwith separated brows أَدعَجُdeep-black-eyed
أَزَجُّ نَقِيُّ الخَدِّ أَبلَجُ أَدعَجُ
Softly nasal-voiced, charmingly coy, with stark black-and-white eyes, naturally kohl-rimmed,
I sported there as night its cover o’er us laid
arched-browed, pure-cheeked, with brows apart and deep-black eyes.
Till morning's brilliant light began to spread unveiled
لَهُhe has حاجِبٌan eyebrow كَالنونِlike the letter nun فَوقَabove جُفونِهِhis eyelids
لَهُ حاجِبٌ كَالنونِ فَوقَ جُفونِهِ
وَثَغرٌand a mouth كَزَهرِlike the blossoms of الأُقحُوانِchrysanthemum مُفَلَّجُwith spaced teeth
وَثَغرٌ كَزَهرِ الأُقحُوانِ مُفَلَّجُ
He has an eyebrow like the letter nun above his eyelids,
I watched the stars at night, they were like flasks
and a mouth like chrysanthemum blossoms, with spaced teeth.
With quicksilver in them, restlessly shaking and dancing
وَرِدفٌand a rump لَهُit has ثِقلٌweight وَخَصرٌand a waist مُهَفهَفٌslender
وَرِدفٌ لَهُ ثِقلٌ وَخَصرٌ مُهَفهَفٌ
وَخَدٌّand a cheek بِهِupon it وَردٌroses وَساقٌand a calf خَدَلَّجُfull and rounded
وَخَدٌّ بِهِ وَردٌ وَساقٌ خَدَلَّجُ
And a weighty rump, and a slender waist,
Beneath shone a wrist with bracelet glittering
and a cheek bearing roses, and a full, rounded calf,
Above another with similar glittering amber beads
وَبَطنٌand a belly كَطَيِّlike a fold of السابِرِيَّةِSabiri cloth لَيِّنٌsoft
وَبَطنٌ كَطَيِّ السابِرِيَّةِ لَيِّنٌ
أَقَبُّslender-bellied لَطيفٌdelicate ضامِرُlean الكَشحِof flank مُدمَجُcompactly formed
أَقَبُّ لَطيفٌ ضامِرُ الكَشحِ مُدمَجُ
and a belly soft as a fold of Sabiri cloth,
And brothers true, loyal friends, kept me company
slender and delicate, lean at the flanks and compactly formed.
When the horses for a raid like this were saddled up
لَهَوتُI dallied بِهاwith her وَاللَيلُwhile the night أَرخىlowered سُدولَهُits curtains
لَهَوتُ بِها وَاللَيلُ أَرخى سُدولَهُ
إِلىuntil أَنthat بَداappeared ضَوءُthe light of الصَباحِmorning المُبَلَّجُthe radiant
إِلى أَن بَدا ضَوءُ الصَباحِ المُبَلَّجُ
I dallied with her while night let down its curtains,
Serving wenches came round with goblets of wine
until the radiant light of morning appeared.
Raising them up so from each drink we quaffed our fill
أُراعيI watch نُجومَthe stars of اللَيلِnight وَهيَand they كَأَنَّهاas though they were
أُراعي نُجومَ اللَيلِ وَهيَ كَأَنَّها
قَواريرُglass vessels فيهاwithin them زِئبَقٌmercury يَتَرَجرَجُtrembles
قَواريرُ فيها زِئبَقٌ يَتَرَجرَجُ
I watched the stars of night, as though they were
That day in battle their chief’s pomposity irked me not
glass vessels with mercury trembling within them.
Those who saffron dyed garments flaunted marched against me
وَتَحتِيَand beneath me مِنهاof hers ساعِدٌa forearm فيهِon it دُملُجُan armlet
وَتَحتِيَ مِنها ساعِدٌ فيهِ دُملُجُ
مُضيءٌgleaming وَفَوقيand above me آخَرٌanother فيهِon it دُملُجُan armlet
مُضيءٌ وَفَوقي آخَرٌ فيهِ دُملُجُ
And beneath me was her forearm, bearing an armlet
Headlong he charged me, drawing alternately near and away
that gleamed; and above me another, bearing an armlet.
One time closing in, another shying from me in fright
وَإِخوانِand brothers صِدقٍof sincerity صادِقينَfaithful صَحِبتَهُمyou accompanied them
وَإِخوانِ صِدقٍ صادِقينَ صَحِبتَهُم
عَلىon غارَةٍa raid مِنfor مِثلِهاits like الخَيلُthe horses تُسرَجُare saddled
عَلى غارَةٍ مِن مِثلِها الخَيلُ تُسرَجُ
And you accompanied true brothers, faithful men,
But when in range, I cut his vine to pieces
on a raid of the kind for which horses are saddled.
With a sharp sword, polished shining bright
تَطوفُcirculates عَلَيهِمamong them خَندَريسٌstrong, aged wine مُدامَةٌwine
تَطوفُ عَلَيهِم خَندَريسٌ مُدامَةٌ
تَرىyou see حَبَباًbubbles مِنfrom فَوقِهاabove it حينَwhen تُمزَجُit is mixed
تَرى حَبَباً مِن فَوقِها حينَ تُمزَجُ
Strong, aged wine makes its rounds among them;
His horse's blood poured forth like pure musk scent
you see bubbles upon it when it is mixed.
Or like a maiden's dress embroidered and decorated
أَلاah إِنَّهاindeed it نِعمَexcellent is الدَواءُthe remedy لِشارِبٍfor a drinker
أَلا إِنَّها نِعمَ الدَواءُ لِشارِبٍ
أَلاah فَاِسقِنيهاso give it to me to drink قَبلَbefore ماthat أَنتَyou تَخرُجُgo out
أَلا فَاِسقِنيها قَبلَ ما أَنتَ تَخرُجُ
Ah, it is indeed an excellent remedy for a drinker;
Woe to Kisra if I set foot in his land
ah, give it to me to drink before you go out.
Woe to the Persian army if I stir up tumult
فَنُضحيso we spend the morning سُكارىdrunk وَالمُدامُand the wine مُصَفَّفٌarrayed in rows
فَنُضحي سُكارى وَالمُدامُ مُصَفَّفٌ
يُدارُis passed around عَلَيناamong us وَالطَعامُand the food المُطَبهَجُfried
يُدارُ عَلَينا وَالطَعامُ المُطَبهَجُ
Then we spend the morning drunk, with the wine arrayed in rows,
I will unleash a fearsome Antar-like onslaught
passed around among us, along with fried food.
Driving their heroes confusedly back o’er the sands
وَماand not راعَنيfrightened me يَومَon the day of الطِعانِspear-fighting زُهوقُهُhis headlong advance
وَما راعَني يَومَ الطِعانِ زُهوقُهُ
إِلَيَّtoward me بِمَنwith those who بِالزَعفَرانِwith saffron تَضَرَّجواhad stained themselves
إِلَيَّ بِمَن بِالزَعفَرانِ تَضَرَّجوا
And on the day of spears I was not frightened by his rush
I will smash the enemy's ranks and make their chief
toward me with men who had stained themselves with saffron.
Quaff the bitter cup of death, pure undiluted agony
فَأَقبَلَthen he came مُنقَضّاًswooping down عَلَيَّupon me بِخَلقِهِwith his host
فَأَقبَلَ مُنقَضّاً عَلَيَّ بِخَلقِهِ
يُقَرِّبُhe canters أَحياناًat times وَحيناًand at other times يُهَملِجُhe paces smoothly
يُقَرِّبُ أَحياناً وَحيناً يُهَملِجُ
Then he came swooping down on me with his host,
I will take revenge for the slain chief of our tribe
cantering at times and at times pacing smoothly.
Igniting in war a blaze growing ever more fierce
فَلَمّاthen when دَناhe drew near مِنّيto me قَطَعتُI severed وَتينَهُhis aorta
فَلَمّا دَنا مِنّي قَطَعتُ وَتينَهُ
بِحَدِّwith the edge of حُسامٍa keen sword صارِمٍcutting يَتَبَلَّجُgleams
بِحَدِّ حُسامٍ صارِمٍ يَتَبَلَّجُ
When he drew near me, I severed his aorta
I can shoulder any fearsome crisis
with the edge of a keen, cutting sword that gleamed.
At which tall mountains shudder and shake in terror
كَأَنَّas though دِماءَthe blood of الفُرسِthe Persians حينَwhen تَحَدَّرَتflowed down
كَأَنَّ دِماءَ الفُرسِ حينَ تَحَدَّرَت
خَلوقُsaffron perfume العَذارىof maidens أَوor قُباءَa robe مُدَبَّجُbrocaded
خَلوقُ العَذارى أَو قُباءَ مُدَبَّجُ
As though the Persians' blood, when it flowed down,
I protect my neighbor against all disgrace
were maidens' saffron perfume, or a brocaded robe.
Welcoming the guest staying with joy and delight
فَوَيلٌso woe لِكِسرىto Kisra إِنif حَلَلتُI alight بِأَرضِهِin his land
فَوَيلٌ لِكِسرى إِن حَلَلتُ بِأَرضِهِ
وَوَيلٌand woe لِجَيشِto the army of الفُرسِthe Persians حينَwhen أُعَجعِجُI raise loud cries
وَوَيلٌ لِجَيشِ الفُرسِ حينَ أُعَجعِجُ
So woe to Kisra if I descend upon his land,
I defend my people's sanctuary steadfastly
and woe to the Persian army when I roar,
Until they see me wrapped in a shroud interred
وَأَحمِلُand I charge فيهِمamong them حَملَةًa charge عَنتَرِيَّةًAntara-like
وَأَحمِلُ فيهِم حَملَةً عَنتَرِيَّةً
أَرُدُّI drive back بِهاwith it الأَبطالَthe champions فيin القَفرِthe wastes تَنبِجُclamor
أَرُدُّ بِها الأَبطالَ في القَفرِ تَنبِجُ
and launch among them an Antara-like charge,
Dawn sheds on it a pure clear light
with which I drive back the champions as they clamor in the wastes.
Know that of all poems, it is the finest
وَأَصدِمُand I strike كَبشَthe ram or champion of القَومِthe people ثُمَّthen أُذيقُهُI make him taste
وَأَصدِمُ كَبشَ القَومِ ثُمَّ أُذيقُهُ
مَرارَةَthe bitterness of كَأسِthe cup of المَوتِdeath صَبراًbitter aloes يُمَجَّجُis spat out
مَرارَةَ كَأسِ المَوتِ صَبراً يُمَجَّجُ
And I strike the people's ram, then make him taste
From it clothes and fabrics can be cut and sewn
the bitterness of death's cup—bitter aloes spat out.
وَآخُذُand I take ثَأرَvengeance for النَدبِthe valiant man سَيِّدِthe chief of قَومِهِhis people
وَآخُذُ ثَأرَ النَدبِ سَيِّدِ قَومِهِ
وَأُضرِمُهاand I set it ablaze فيin الحَربِwar ناراًas a fire تُؤَجَّجُis fiercely kindled
وَأُضرِمُها في الحَربِ ناراً تُؤَجَّجُ
And I take vengeance for the valiant man, the chief of his people,
and set it ablaze in war, a fire stoked to flame.
وَإِنّيand indeed I لَحَمّالٌsurely a bearer لِكُلِّof every مُلِمَّةٍcalamity
وَإِنّي لَحَمّالٌ لِكُلِّ مُلِمَّةٍ
تَخِرُّfall لَهاbefore it شُمُّthe lofty الجِبالِmountains وَتُزعَجُand are shaken
تَخِرُّ لَها شُمُّ الجِبالِ وَتُزعَجُ
And I am indeed a bearer of every calamity
before which lofty mountains fall and are shaken.
وَإِنّيand indeed I لَأَحميsurely protect الجارَthe neighbor مِنfrom كُلِّevery ذِلَّةٍhumiliation
وَإِنّي لَأَحمي الجارَ مِن كُلِّ ذِلَّةٍ
وَأَفرَحُand I rejoice بِالضَيفِin the guest المُقيمِwho stays وَأَبهَجُand am delighted
وَأَفرَحُ بِالضَيفِ المُقيمِ وَأَبهَجُ
And I surely shield the neighbor from every humiliation,
and rejoice in the guest who stays, and am delighted.
وَأَحميand I protect حِمىthe domain of قَوميmy people عَلىthroughout طولِthe length of مُدَّتيmy lifetime
وَأَحمي حِمى قَومي عَلى طولِ مُدَّتي
إِلىuntil أَنthat يَرَونيthey see me فيin اللَفائِفِthe shrouds أُدرَجُI am wrapped
إِلى أَن يَرَوني في اللَفائِفِ أُدرَجُ
And I defend my people's domain for the whole span of my life,
until they see me being wrapped in shrouds.
فَدونَكُمُso take, you all ياO آلَhouse of عَبسٍAbs قَصيدَةًa poem
فَدونَكُمُ يا آلَ عَبسٍ قَصيدَةً
يَلوحُgleams لَهاfor it ضَوءٌa light مِنَthan الصُبحِthe dawn أَبلَجُmore radiant
يَلوحُ لَها ضَوءٌ مِنَ الصُبحِ أَبلَجُ
So take, O house of Abs, a poem
whose light gleams brighter than the dawn.
أَلاlo إِنَّهاindeed it خَيرُthe best of القَصائِدِpoems كُلَّهاall of them
أَلا إِنَّها خَيرُ القَصائِدِ كُلَّها
يُفَصَّلُis cut to shape مِنهاfrom it كُلُّevery ثَوبٍgarment وَيُنسَجُand is woven
يُفَصَّلُ مِنها كُلُّ ثَوبٍ وَيُنسَجُ
Lo, it is the best of all poems,
from which every garment is cut and woven.
Partial English translation: 65 of 78 Arabic lines translated.