تَبَلَتmade lovesick فُؤادَكَyour heart فيin المَنامِthe dream خَريدَةٌa shy maiden
تَبَلَت فُؤادَكَ في المَنامِ خَريدَةٌ
تَشفيshe heals الضَجيعَthe bedfellow بِبارِدٍwith a cool mouth بَسّامِever-smiling
تَشفي الضَجيعَ بِبارِدٍ بَسّامِ
A shy maiden made your heart lovesick in a dream,
Your heart was injured in a dream by a charming gazelle,
She soothes her bedfellow with a cool, smiling mouth,
Who heals the one lying down with a cool kiss.
كَالمِسكِlike musk تَخلِطُهُshe mixes it بِماءِwith water from سَحابَةٍa cloud
كَالمِسكِ تَخلِطُهُ بِماءِ سَحابَةٍ
أَوor عاتِقٍaged كَدَمِlike the blood of الذَبيحِthe slaughtered beast مُدامِwine
أَو عاتِقٍ كَدَمِ الذَبيحِ مُدامِ
Like musk she mixes with water from a cloud,
Like musk mixed with the water of a passing cloud,
Or aged wine, like a slaughtered beast’s blood.
Or a neck dripping blood like that of a slaughtered sacrifice.
نُفُجُbulging الحَقيبَةِthe rump بوصُهاher buttocks مُتَنَضِّدٌpiled in layers
نُفُجُ الحَقيبَةِ بوصُها مُتَنَضِّدٌ
بَلهاءُguileless غَيرُnot وَشيكَةِquick الأَقسامِoaths
بَلهاءُ غَيرُ وَشيكَةِ الأَقسامِ
Full-rumped, her buttocks piled in folds,
The purse is opened, its contents spilling out,
Guileless, not quick to swear oaths.
Nonsense other than the partitions of shares.
بُنِيَتshe was built عَلىupon قَطَنٍa rump أَجَمَّfleshy كَأَنَّهُas though it were
بُنِيَت عَلى قَطَنٍ أَجَمَّ كَأَنَّهُ
فُضُلاًin a single garment إِذاwhen قَعَدَتshe sits مَداكُa grinding-stone رُخامِof marble
فُضُلاً إِذا قَعَدَت مَداكُ رُخامِ
She is built upon a fleshy rump, as though it were,
It was built on cotton that gathered as if
When she sits in a single garment, a marble grinding-stone.
It were excess when your seat sat on marble.
وَتَكادُand she almost تَكسَلُis too languid أَنto تَجيءَcome to فِراشَهاher bed
وَتَكادُ تَكسَلُ أَن تَجيءَ فِراشَها
فيin لينِthe suppleness of خَرعَبَةٍa tall, supple woman وَحُسنِand beauty of قَوامِfigure
في لينِ خَرعَبَةٍ وَحُسنِ قَوامِ
And she is almost too languid to come to her bed,
It could barely be bothered to come to its bedding
With a tall beauty’s suppleness and a lovely figure.
In the softness of a litter and beauty of stature.
أَمّاas for النَهارُthe daytime فَماthen not أُفَتِّرُI slacken ذِكرَهاremembering her
أَمّا النَهارُ فَما أُفَتِّرُ ذِكرَها
وَاللَيلُand at night توزِعُنيurge me بِهاtoward her أَحلاميmy dreams
وَاللَيلُ توزِعُني بِها أَحلامي
As for the day, I never slacken in remembering her,
As for the day, I do not cease to remember her,
And at night my dreams urge me toward her.
And the night distributes her in my dreams.
أَقسَمتُI swore أَنساهاforget her وَأَترُكُand abandon ذِكرَهاher remembrance
أَقسَمتُ أَنساها وَأَترُكُ ذِكرَها
حَتّىuntil تُغَيَّبَare hidden away فيin الضَريحِthe grave عِظاميmy bones
حَتّى تُغَيَّبَ في الضَريحِ عِظامي
I swore I would not forget her or abandon her memory,
I swore to forget her and leave mentioning her
Until my bones are hidden in the grave.
Until my bones disappear in the tomb.
ياO مَنwho لِعاذِلَةٍagainst a reproaching woman تَلومُshe reproaches سَفاهَةًfoolishly
يا مَن لِعاذِلَةٍ تَلومُ سَفاهَةً
وَلَقَدand indeed عَصَيتُI defied إِلىtoward الهَوىpassion لُوّاميmy reproachers
وَلَقَد عَصَيتُ إِلى الهَوى لُوّامي
O, who will help me against a woman who foolishly reproaches me?
O you who blame foolishness on an adulteress!
And indeed, I defied my reproachers, turning toward passion.
Yet I have disobeyed my infatuation insistently.
بَكَرَتshe came early عَلَيَّto me بِسُحرَةٍbefore dawn بَعدَafter الكَرىsleep
بَكَرَت عَلَيَّ بِسُحرَةٍ بَعدَ الكَرى
وَتَقارُبٍand nearness مِنto حادِثِa calamity of الأَيّامِthe days
وَتَقارُبٍ مِن حادِثِ الأَيّامِ
She came to me early, before dawn, after sleep,
She surprised me at sunrise after we had parted
And nearness to a calamity of time.
And approached from the occurrence of days.
زَعَمَتshe claimed بِأَنَّthat المَرءَthe man يَكرُبُtroubles يَومَهُhis day
زَعَمَت بِأَنَّ المَرءَ يَكرُبُ يَومَهُ
عَدَمٌlack لِمُعتَكِرٍof a gathered throng مِنَof الأَصرامِthe clans
عَدَمٌ لِمُعتَكِرٍ مِنَ الأَصرامِ
She claimed that a man’s day is troubled
She claimed that one's day grows dark
By the lack of a close-gathered throng of clans.
When there is no retreat for one isolated in dwellings.
إِنif كُنتِyou were كاذِبَةَlying about الَّذيwhat حَدَّثتِنيyou told me
إِن كُنتِ كاذِبَةَ الَّذي حَدَّثتِني
فَنَجَوتِthen may you escape مَنجىthe escape of الحَرثِal-Harith بنِson of هِشامِHisham
فَنَجَوتِ مَنجى الحَرثِ بنِ هِشامِ
If you are lying in what you have told me,
If you have lied about what you told me
Then may you escape as al-Harith son of Hisham escaped:
Then you have escaped the fate of Harith bin Hisham.
تَرَكَhe abandoned الأَحِبَّةَthe loved ones أَنto يُقاتِلَfight دونَهُمin their defense
تَرَكَ الأَحِبَّةَ أَن يُقاتِلَ دونَهُم
وَنَجاand he escaped بِرَأسِwith the head of طِمِرَّةٍa swift mare وَلِجامِand a bridle
وَنَجا بِرَأسِ طِمِرَّةٍ وَلِجامِ
He abandoned his loved ones rather than fight in their defense,
He left his loved ones to fight for them
And escaped with a swift mare’s head and a bridle.
And escaped with the head of Tmirra and his helmet.
جَرداءَsleek تَمزَعُshe bounds فيthrough الغُبارِthe dust كَأَنَّهاas though she were
جَرداءَ تَمزَعُ في الغُبارِ كَأَنَّها
سِرحانُa wolf of غابٍa forest فيin ظِلالِthe shadows of غَمامِclouds
سِرحانُ غابٍ في ظِلالِ غَمامِ
Sleek, she bounds through the dust as though she were
Bare mountains crumbling into dust as if they are
A forest wolf in the shadows of clouds.
Deer disappearing into the shadows of clouds.
تَذَرُshe leaves behind العَناجيجَthe long-necked steeds الجِيادَthe fine ones بِقَفرَةٍin a desert waste
تَذَرُ العَناجيجَ الجِيادَ بِقَفرَةٍ
مَرَّwith the sweep of الدُموكِthe whirling millstone بِمُحصَدٍwith a stout cord وَرِجامِand a stone weight
مَرَّ الدُموكِ بِمُحصَدٍ وَرِجامِ
She leaves the fine, long-necked steeds in a desert waste,
Leaving the paths empty in the desert,
Like a whirling millstone, with stout cord and stone weight.
The pillars passed through harvested and implanted.
مَلَأَتshe filled بِهِwith him الفَرجَينِthe two gaps فَاِرمَدَّتthen she sped away بِهِwith him
مَلَأَت بِهِ الفَرجَينِ فَاِرمَدَّت بِهِ
وَثَوىand lay أَحِبَّتُهُhis loved ones بِشَرِّin the worst مُقامِresting place
وَثَوى أَحِبَّتُهُ بِشَرِّ مُقامِ
She spanned both gaps in her stride beneath him, then sped away with him,
She filled both hips and winked at him,
And his loved ones lay in the worst of resting places.
While his loved ones lived in the worst of places.
وَبَنوand the sons of أَبيهِhis father وَرَهطُهُand his clan فيon مَعرَكٍa battlefield
وَبَنو أَبيهِ وَرَهطُهُ في مَعرَكٍ
نَصَرَgave victory الإِلَهُGod بِهِthere ذَويthe people of الإِسلامِIslam
نَصَرَ الإِلَهُ بِهِ ذَوي الإِسلامِ
And his father’s sons and his clan on a battlefield
And his father's sons and his comrades in battle
Where God gave victory to the people of Islam.
God helped those of Islam through him.
طَحَنَتهُمُit ground them down وَاللَهُwhile God يُنفِذُcarries out أَمرَهُHis command
طَحَنَتهُمُ وَاللَهُ يُنفِذُ أَمرَهُ
حَربٌa war يُشَبُّis kindled سَعيرُهاits blaze بِضِرامِwith fuel
حَربٌ يُشَبُّ سَعيرُها بِضِرامِ
They were ground down—while God carries out His command—
Grinding them, and God fulfilling His command,
By a war whose blaze is kindled with fuel.
A war whose blaze flickers with spears.
لَولاwere it not for الإِلَهُGod وَجَريُهاand her running لَتَرَكنَهُthey would have left him
لَولا الإِلَهُ وَجَريُها لَتَرَكنَهُ
جَزَرَmeat for السِباعِbeasts of prey وَدُسنَهُand trampled him بِحَواميwith hoof-edges
جَزَرَ السِباعِ وَدُسنَهُ بِحَوامي
Were it not for God and her running, they would have left him
Had it not been for God and its circumstances, it would have left him
As meat for beasts of prey, and trampled him with their hooves.
As prey for beasts and buried him in pits.
مِنamong كُلِّevery مَأسورٍcaptive يُشَدُّis tightened صِفادُهُhis fetter
مِن كُلِّ مَأسورٍ يُشَدُّ صِفادُهُ
صَقرٍa hawk إِذاwhen لاقىhe meets الكَتيبَةَthe battalion حاميfierce
صَقرٍ إِذا لاقى الكَتيبَةَ حامي
Among them, each captive whose fetter is tightened,
From every prisoner whose shackles are pulled,
A hawk, fierce when he meets the battalion;
A falcon when it meets the battalion.
وَمُجَدَّلٍand one struck down لاnot يَستَجيبُhe responds لِدَعوَةٍto a summons
وَمُجَدَّلٍ لا يَستَجيبُ لِدَعوَةٍ
حَتّىuntil تَزولُvanish شَوامِخُthe lofty peaks of الأَعلامِthe mountains
حَتّى تَزولُ شَوامِخُ الأَعلامِ
And one struck down, answering no summons
And a heavily armed one who does not respond to any call
Until the lofty mountains vanish.
Until the summits of flags disappear.
بِالعارِin shame وَالذُلُّand humiliation المُبَيِّنِmanifest إِذwhen رَأَواthey saw
بِالعارِ وَالذُلُّ المُبَيِّنِ إِذ رَأَوا
بيضَthe bright blades of السُيوفِthe swords تَسوقُdrive كُلَّevery هُمامِvaliant warrior
بيضَ السُيوفِ تَسوقُ كُلَّ هُمامِ
In shame and manifest humiliation, when they saw
With shame and manifest humiliation when they saw
The gleaming swords driving every valiant warrior,
The whites of swords leading every determination.
بِيَديin the two hands of أَغَرَّan illustrious man إِذاwhen اِنتَمىhe names his lineage لَمdid not يُخزِهِdisgrace him
بِيَدي أَغَرَّ إِذا اِنتَمى لَم يُخزِهِ
نَسَبُthe lineage of القِصارِshort men سَمَيدَعٍa noble chief مِقدامِintrepid
نَسَبُ القِصارِ سَمَيدَعٍ مِقدامِ
In the hands of an illustrious man who, naming his lineage, is not shamed
With my hands I provoke when he claims ancestry, he is not humiliated
By descent from short men—a noble, intrepid chief.
By the lineage of the short Qays Aylam.
بيضٌbright blades إِذاwhen لاقَتthey meet حَديداًiron صَمَّمَتthey cut straight through
بيضٌ إِذا لاقَت حَديداً صَمَّمَت
كَالبَرقِlike lightning تَحتَbeneath ظِلالِthe shadows of كُلِّevery غَمامِcloud
كَالبَرقِ تَحتَ ظِلالِ كُلِّ غَمامِ
Bright blades that, when they meet iron, cut straight through,
Whites when they meet iron are resolute
Like lightning beneath the shadows of every cloud.
Like lightning beneath the shadows of every cloud.
لَيسواthey are not كَيَعمُرَlike Ya'mur حينَwhen يَشتَجِرُinterlock القَناthe lances
لَيسوا كَيَعمُرَ حينَ يَشتَجِرُ القَنا
وَالخَيلُand the horses تَضبِرُbound تَحتَbeneath كُلِّevery قَتامِdust cloud
وَالخَيلُ تَضبِرُ تَحتَ كُلِّ قَتامِ
They are not like Ya'mur when the lances interlock,
They are not like Ya'mur when the hardened spears clash
And the horses bound beneath every cloud of dust.
And the horses neigh beneath every dark night.
فَسَلَحتَso you shat yourself إِنَّكَindeed you are مِنof مَعاشِرِbands of خانَةٍtraitors
فَسَلَحتَ إِنَّكَ مِن مَعاشِرِ خانَةٍ
سُلحٍshitters إِذاwhen حَضَرَcomes القِتالُbattle لِئامِignoble
سُلحٍ إِذا حَضَرَ القِتالُ لِئامِ
So you shat yourself; you are of bands of traitors,
So beware, you are truly from treacherous groups,
Shitters, ignoble when battle comes.
Bearing arms if war approaches, vile ones.
فَدَعِso leave aside المَكارِمَnoble deeds إِنَّindeed قَومَكَyour people أُسرَةٌa family
فَدَعِ المَكارِمَ إِنَّ قَومَكَ أُسرَةٌ
مِنof وُلدِthe offspring of شِجعٍShij' غَيرُnot جِدِّtruly كِرامِnoble
مِن وُلدِ شِجعٍ غَيرُ جِدِّ كِرامِ
So leave noble deeds aside: your people are a family
Leave nobility, your people are an accursed family,
Of the offspring of Shij', not truly noble.
Not from the children of Shijaa other than honorable ones.
مِنfrom صُلبِthe loins of خِندِفَKhindif ماجِدٍnoble أَعراقُهُhis ancestral roots
مِن صُلبِ خِندِفَ ماجِدٍ أَعراقُهُ
نَجَلَتshe gave birth بِهِto him بَيضاءُa fair woman ذاتُpossessing تَمامِperfection
نَجَلَت بِهِ بَيضاءُ ذاتُ تَمامِ
From Khindif’s loins, noble in ancestral roots,
From the loins of Majid Kindif their roots,
A fair woman, perfect in form, bore him.
The whites of perfection sprouted through him.
وَمُرَنَّحٍand one left reeling فيهِin him الأَسِنَّةُthe spearheads شُرَّعاًleveled
وَمُرَنَّحٍ فيهِ الأَسِنَّةُ شُرَّعاً
كَالجَفرِlike a young goat غَيرِnot مُقابَلِnoble in lineage الأَعمامِthe paternal uncles
كَالجَفرِ غَيرِ مُقابَلِ الأَعمامِ
And one left reeling, with spearheads thrust into him,
And Murannih in whom the tongues flow openly
Like a young goat of no noble paternal stock.
Like a wound other than opposing blemishes.