وَسارِيَةٍand a night-traveling cloud لاnot تَمَلُّtires of البُكاweeping
وَسارِيَةٍ لا تَمَلُّ البُكا
جَرىflowed دَمعُهاits tears فيin خُدودِthe cheeks of الثَرىthe earth
جَرى دَمعُها في خُدودِ الثَرى
And a cloud traveling by night, tireless in weeping,
A torch that does not tire of weeping
its tears ran down the cheeks of the earth.
Whose tears flowed on the cheeks of the soil
سَرَتtraveled by night تَقدَحُkindles الصُبحَdawn فيin لَيلِهاits night
سَرَت تَقدَحُ الصُبحَ في لَيلِها
بِبَرقٍwith lightning كَهِندِيَّةٍlike an Indian sword تُنتَضىis unsheathed
بِبَرقٍ كَهِندِيَّةٍ تُنتَضى
It traveled, kindling dawn within its night
Dawn crept in its night
with lightning like an Indian sword unsheathed.
With Indian-like flashing lightning
فَلَمّاand when دَنَتdrew near جَلجَلَتresounded فيin السَماthe sky (word continues)
فَلَمّا دَنَت جَلجَلَت في السَما
ءِcompletes 'sky' رَعداًthunder أَجَشَّhoarse كَجَرِّlike the dragging of الرَحىthe millstone
ءِ رَعداً أَجَشَّ كَجَرِّ الرَحى
And when it drew near, it resounded in the sky
When it approached, it thundered in the sky
with hoarse thunder, like the dragging of a millstone.
A thunder as loud as the sound of a mill
ضَمانٌan obligation عَلَيهاupon it اِرتِداعُbeing dyed اليَفاthe uplands (word continues)
ضَمانٌ عَلَيها اِرتِداعُ اليَفا
عِcompletes 'uplands' بِأَنوارِهاwith its blossoms وَاِعتِجارُand the turbanning of الرُبىthe hills
عِ بِأَنوارِها وَاِعتِجارُ الرُبى
It is bound to dye the uplands
A guarantee upon it is the return of affection
with its blossoms, and to turban the hills.
With its lights and the consideration of loved ones
فَماand not زالَceased مَدمَعُهاits tear-duct باكِياًweeping
فَما زالَ مَدمَعُها باكِياً
عَلىupon التُربِthe soil حَتّىuntil اِكتَسىit clothed itself ماwhat اِكتَسىit clothed itself
عَلى التُربِ حَتّى اِكتَسى ما اِكتَسى
And its tear-duct never ceased weeping
So her tearful eye did not cease crying
upon the soil, until it donned what it donned.
Over the soil until it was saturated
فَأَضحَتso became سَواءًalike وُجوهُthe faces of البِلادِthe lands
فَأَضحَت سَواءً وُجوهُ البِلادِ
وَجُنَّand grew dense النَباتُthe vegetation بِهاthrough it وَاِلتَقىand intertwined
وَجُنَّ النَباتُ بِها وَاِلتَقى
Then the faces of the lands became alike,
Thus the faces of the countries became equal
and vegetation grew dense through it and intertwined.
And vegetation gathered in it and met
وَكَأسٍand a cup سَبَقتُI preceded إِلىto شُربِهاdrinking it
وَكَأسٍ سَبَقتُ إِلى شُربِها
عَذوليmy reprover كَذَوبِlike molten عَقيقٍcarnelian جَرىflowed
عَذولي كَذَوبِ عَقيقٍ جَرى
And a cup I hastened to drink before
Like a cup I was first to drink
my reprover—like molten carnelian flowing.
Of cool pure wine that flowed
يَسيرُwalks بِهاwith it غُصُنٌa bough ناعِمٌsupple
يَسيرُ بِها غُصُنٌ ناعِمٌ
مِنَof البانِthe ben-tree مَغرِسَهُits rooting-place فيin نَقاa sandhill
مِنَ البانِ مَغرِسَهُ في نَقا
A supple bough walks with it,
Carried by a soft branch
of the ben-tree, rooted in a sandhill.
Grafted from acacia in purity
إِذاif شِئتَyou wish كَلَّمَنيhe speaks to me بِالجُفوwith the eyelids (word continues)
إِذا شِئتَ كَلَّمَني بِالجُفو
نِcompletes 'eyelids' مِنof مُقلَةٍan eye كُحِلَتwas lined with kohl فيin الهَوىlove
نِ مِن مُقلَةٍ كُحِلَت في الهَوى
If you wish, he speaks to me through the eyelids
If you wish, speak to me with
of an eye lined with kohl in love.
Eyes from kohl that intoxicated with love
لَهُhe has شَعَرٌhair مِثلُlike نَسجِthe weave of الدُروعِcoats of mail
لَهُ شَعَرٌ مِثلُ نَسجِ الدُروعِ
وَطَرفٌand a gaze سَقيمٌlanguid إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle رَناhe gazes
وَطَرفٌ سَقيمٌ إِذا ما رَنا
He has hair like the weave of coats of mail,
It has hair like the weaving of shields
and a languid gaze whenever he looks.
And a sick glance when it is soft
وَيَضحَكُand he smiles عَنrevealing أُقحُوانِdaisies of الرِياthe gardens (word continues)
وَيَضحَكُ عَن أُقحُوانِ الرِيا
ضِcompletes 'gardens' وَيَغسِلُهُand washes it بِالعَشِيِّin the evening النَدىthe dew
ضِ وَيَغسِلُهُ بِالعَشِيِّ النَدى
And he smiles, revealing the gardens' daisies,
It laughs at the meadows of pleasure
and the dew washes them at evening.
And washes it with the dew of evening
وَمِصباحُناand our lamp قَمَرٌa moon مُشرِقٌshining
وَمِصباحُنا قَمَرٌ مُشرِقٌ
كَتُرسِlike a shield of اللُجَينِsilver يَشُقُّcleaves الدُجىthe darkness
كَتُرسِ اللُجَينِ يَشُقُّ الدُجى
And our lamp is a shining moon,
Our lamp is a shining moon
like a silver shield cleaving the darkness.
Like the shield of warriors piercing the darkness
سَقىmay water اللَهُGod أَهلَthe people of الحِمىthe protected grounds وابِلاًa downpour
سَقى اللَهُ أَهلَ الحِمى وابِلاً
سَفوحاًpouring abundantly وَقَلَّand is little لِأَهلِfor the people of الحِمىthe protected grounds
سَفوحاً وَقَلَّ لِأَهلِ الحِمى
May God water the people of the protected grounds with a downpour,
God watered the people of resolve with floods
pouring freely—yet little for the people of those grounds.
Abundantly, and said little to the people of resolve
لَئِنeven if بانَdeparted صَرفُthe vicissitudes of زَمانٍtime بِناwith us
لَئِن بانَ صَرفُ زَمانٍ بِنا
لَماsurely not زالَceased يَفعَلُdoes ماwhat قَدindeed تَرىyou see
لَما زالَ يَفعَلُ ما قَد تَرى
Even if time's vicissitudes have carried us away,
If the passage of time leaves us
they have never ceased doing what you see.
It still keeps doing what you see
وَمُهلِكَةٍand a deadly wilderness لامِعٍgleaming آلُهاits mirage
وَمُهلِكَةٍ لامِعٍ آلُها
قَطَعتُI crossed بِحَرفٍon a lean, hardy she-camel أَمونِsure الخُطاof step
قَطَعتُ بِحَرفٍ أَمونِ الخُطا
And a deadly wilderness, its mirage gleaming,
A shining blade whose family
I crossed on a lean, hardy she-camel, sure of step.
I severed with flawless strokes
لَهاshe has ذَنَبٌa tail مِثلُlike خَوصِthe leaflets of العَسيبِthe palm frond
لَها ذَنَبٌ مِثلُ خَوصِ العَسيبِ
وَأَربَعَةٌand four feet تَرتَميfling بِالحَصىwith pebbles
وَأَربَعَةٌ تَرتَمي بِالحَصى
Her tail is like the leaflets of a palm frond,
It has a tail like bending twigs
and she has four feet that fling pebbles.
And four that cast pebbles
بَناهاbuilt her الرَبيعُspring بِناءَthe building of الكَثيبِa sand dune
بَناها الرَبيعُ بِناءَ الكَثيبِ
تَسوقُdrive رِياحَthe winds of الهَواءِthe air النَقاthe sandhills
تَسوقُ رِياحَ الهَواءِ النَقا
Spring built her as a sand dune is built;
Built by spring like a hill
the winds of the air sweep the sandhills along.
Driving the winds of air to whirl
فَماand not زالَceased يُدئِبُهاdriving her hard ماجِدٌa noble man
فَما زالَ يُدئِبُها ماجِدٌ
عَلىdespite الأَينِweariness حَتّىuntil اِنطَوَتshe grew lean وَاِنطَوىand he grew lean
عَلى الأَينِ حَتّى اِنطَوَت وَاِنطَوى
And a noble man kept driving her hard,
So it did not stop being attacked by the glorious
despite weariness, until she grew lean, and he too,
On the sands until it coiled and recoiled
بِأَرضٍin a land تَأَوَّلَhe interpreted آياتِهاits signs
بِأَرضٍ تَأَوَّلَ آياتِها
عَلىon الظَعنِthe journey يَخبِطُgropes blindly فيهاwithin it الهَوىdesire
عَلى الظَعنِ يَخبِطُ فيها الهَوى
in a land whose signs he interpreted
On a land whose signs he interpreted
on the journey, while desire groped blindly within it.
Wandering upon it, desire thrashes about
صَرَعتُI brought down المَطِيَّthe riding camels لِأَرقىso I might ascend لَهاto it
صَرَعتُ المَطِيَّ لِأَرقى لَها
فَماyet not اِعتَذَرَتshe pleaded an excuse بَينَهاamong them بِالوَجىwith sore feet
فَما اِعتَذَرَت بَينَها بِالوَجى
I brought the riding camels down to ascend to it,
I felled the riding beast to ride it
yet she never pleaded sore feet among them.
But it did not apologize between them with an excuse
وَذيand a man with كُرَبٍdistresses إِذwhen دَعانيhe called me أَجَبتُI answered
وَذي كُرَبٍ إِذ دَعاني أَجَبتُ
فَلَبَّيتُهُso I answered his summons مُسرِعاًhastening إِذwhen دَعاhe called
فَلَبَّيتُهُ مُسرِعاً إِذ دَعا
And a man in distress—when he called me, I answered;
He who faced adversity called me, so I answered
I hastened to his summons when he called,
I hurried when he called
بِطِرفٍon a noble steed أَقَبَّlean-bellied عَريضِbroad اللِباthe chest (word continues)
بِطِرفٍ أَقَبَّ عَريضِ اللِبا
نِcompletes 'chest' ضافيflowing السَبيبِmane and tail-hair سَليمِsound الشَظاthe leg-bones
نِ ضافي السَبيبِ سَليمِ الشَظا
on a noble steed, lean-bellied and broad-chested,
With a charming glance, thick of lower lid
with flowing mane and tail and sound leg-bones,
Curing the withering, safe from disgrace
وَفِتيانِand young men of حَربٍwar يُجيبونَهاthey answer it
وَفِتيانِ حَربٍ يُجيبونَها
بِزُرقِwith the blue الأَسِنَّةِspearheads فَوقَabove القَناthe lance-shafts
بِزُرقِ الأَسِنَّةِ فَوقَ القَنا
and young men of war who answer its call
And warrior youths who respond to it
with blue spearheads atop their lances,
With the tips of their spears above the shafts
كَغابٍlike a thicket تُحَرِّقُblaze أَطرافُهُits tips
كَغابٍ تُحَرِّقُ أَطرافُهُ
عَلىabove لُجَّةٍa deep sea مِنof حَديدٍiron جَرىflowed
عَلى لُجَّةٍ مِن حَديدٍ جَرى
like a thicket whose tips blaze
Like a forest whose edges
above a flowing sea of iron.
Burn over a sheet of iron that flowed
فَكُنتُso I was لَهُfor him دونَin front of ماwhat يَتَّقيhe fears
فَكُنتُ لَهُ دونَ ما يَتَّقي
مِجَنّاًa shield وَمَزَّقتُand I tore apart عَنهُaway from him العِداthe enemies
مِجَنّاً وَمَزَّقتُ عَنهُ العِدا
So I stood between him and what he feared,
So I was for him, without what he feared
a shield, and tore his foes away from him.
A shield, and I tore the enemies apart from him
أَناI اِبنُson of الَّذيthe one who سائَهُمdistressed them فيin الحَياةِlife
أَنا اِبنُ الَّذي سائَهُم في الحَياةِ
وَسادَهُمُand ruled them بِيَthrough me تَحتَbeneath الثَرىthe earth
وَسادَهُمُ بِيَ تَحتَ الثَرى
I am the son of him who distressed them in life,
I am the son of him who guided them in life
and ruled them through me from beneath the earth.
And led them under the soil
وَماand not لِيَfor me فيin أَحَدٍanyone مَرغَبٌany desire
وَما لِيَ في أَحَدٍ مَرغَبٌ
بَلىrather فِيَّin me يَرغَبُdesires كُلُّall الوَرىmankind
بَلى فِيَّ يَرغَبُ كُلُّ الوَرى
And I desire no one;
I desire no one
rather, all mankind desires me.
Rather, all people desire me
وَأَسهَرُand I stay awake لِلمَجدِfor glory وَالمَكرُماتِand noble deeds
وَأَسهَرُ لِلمَجدِ وَالمَكرُماتِ
إِذاwhen اِكتَحَلَتare kohled أَعيُنٌeyes بِالكَرىwith sleep
إِذا اِكتَحَلَت أَعيُنٌ بِالكَرى
And I keep vigil for glory and noble deeds
I stay up late for glory and honors
when eyes are painted with the kohl of sleep.
When eyes are lined with kohl