أَمِنis it for طَلَلٍa ruin أَقوىbecame deserted مِنَof الحَيِّthe tribe ماثِلُهits standing remains
أَمِن طَلَلٍ أَقوى مِنَ الحَيِّ ماثِلُه
تُهَيِّجُstir أَحزانَthe sorrows of الطَروبِthe yearning man مَنازِلُهits dwellings
تُهَيِّجُ أَحزانَ الطَروبِ مَنازِلُه
Is it for a ruin whose standing remains the tribe has deserted,
whose dwellings stir the yearning man's sorrows,
بَكَيتَyou wept وَماand what يُبكيكَmakes you weep مِنover رَسمِthe traces of دِمنَةٍan abandoned campsite
بَكَيتَ وَما يُبكيكَ مِن رَسمِ دِمنَةٍ
أَضَرَّdid harm بِهِto it جَودُabundant rain of الشَمالِthe north wind وَوابِلُهand its downpour
أَضَرَّ بِهِ جَودُ الشَمالِ وَوابِلُه
that you wept? What makes you weep over a campsite's traces,
ravaged by the north wind's abundant rain and downpours?
سَقىmay water الرَبعَthe dwelling مِنof سَلمىSalma بِنَعفِon the slope of رُواوَةٍRuwawa
سَقى الرَبعَ مِن سَلمى بِنَعفِ رُواوَةٍ
إِلىto القَهبِal-Qahb أَجوادُabundant showers of السَمِيِّrain وَوابِلُهand its downpour
إِلى القَهبِ أَجوادُ السَمِيِّ وَوابِلُه
May Salma's dwelling, on the slope of Ruwawa,
as far as al-Qahb, be watered by generous showers and torrents.
وَإِنeven though كانَit was لاneither سُعدىSu'da أَطالَتprolonged سُكونَهُher stay in it
وَإِن كانَ لا سُعدى أَطالَت سُكونَهُ
وَلاnor أَهلُthe people of سُعدىSu'da آخِرَat the end of الدَهرِtime نازِلُهwill inhabit it
وَلا أَهلُ سُعدى آخِرَ الدَهرِ نازِلُه
Though Su'da did not prolong her stay there,
nor will Su'da's people ever dwell there again.
وَإِنّيand indeed I لَأَرضىam surely content مِنof نَوالِكِyour favors بِالَّذيwith that which
وَإِنّي لَأَرضى مِن نَوالِكِ بِالَّذي
لَوif أَبصَرَهُhe saw it الواشيthe talebearer لَقَرَّتwould surely subside بَلابِلُهhis anxieties
لَو أَبصَرَهُ الواشي لَقَرَّت بَلابِلُه
And I am indeed content with such a share of your favors
that, if the talebearer saw it, his anxieties would be stilled:
بَلاwith 'no' وَبِأَنand with saying that لاnot أَستَطيعَI can وَبِالمُنىand with hopes
بَلا وَبِأَن لا أَستَطيعَ وَبِالمُنى
وَبِالوَعدِand with promises وَالتَسويفِand postponement قَدalready مَلَّhas grown weary آمِلُهthe one hoping for it
وَبِالوَعدِ وَالتَسويفِ قَد مَلَّ آمِلُه
with 'No,' with 'I cannot,' and with hopes,
and promises and postponement, of which their hopeful seeker has wearied.
وَحُبُّكِand love for you يُنسينيmakes me forget مِنَof الشَيءِthe thing فيin يَديmy hand
وَحُبُّكِ يُنسيني مِنَ الشَيءِ في يَدي
وَيُذهِلُنيand distracts me عَنfrom كُلِّevery شَيءٍthing أُزاوِلُهI undertake it
وَيُذهِلُني عَن كُلِّ شَيءٍ أُزاوِلُه
And love for you makes me forget what is in my hand,
and distracts me from everything I undertake.
سَيَهلِكُwill perish فيin الدُنياthis world شفيقٌone tenderly devoted عَلَيكُمُto you all
سَيَهلِكُ في الدُنيا شفيقٌ عَلَيكُمُ
إِذاwhen غالَهُstrikes him down مِنamong حادِثِthe vicissitudes of الدَهرِtime غائِلُهhis destroyer
إِذا غالَهُ مِن حادِثِ الدَهرِ غائِلُه
One tenderly devoted to you will perish in this world
when his destroyer among time's calamities strikes him down.
وَيُخفيand he conceals لَكُمfor you all حُبّاًlove شَديداًintense وَرَهبَةًand fear
وَيُخفي لَكُم حُبّاً شَديداً وَرَهبَةً
وَلِلناسِand people have أَشغالٌconcerns وَحُبُّكِand love for you شاغِلُهhis preoccupation
وَلِلناسِ أَشغالٌ وَحُبُّكِ شاغِلُه
And he conceals deep love for you, and fear;
others have their concerns, and love for you is his.
كَريمٌa noble man يُميتُputs to death السِرِّthe secret حَتّىuntil كَأَنَّهُas though he
كَريمٌ يُميتُ السِرِّ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُ
إِذاwhen اِستَبحَثوهُthey question him closely عَنabout حَديثِكِnews of you جاهِلُهignorant of it
إِذا اِستَبحَثوهُ عَن حَديثِكِ جاهِلُه
A noble man, he buries the secret so completely that he seems,
when they press him for news of you, to know nothing of it.
يَوَدُّhe wishes بِأَنthat يُمسيhe enter the evening سَقيماًill لَعَلَّهاperhaps she
يَوَدُّ بِأَن يُمسي سَقيماً لَعَلَّها
إِذاif سَمِعَتshe hears عَنهُabout him بِشَكوىof an illness تُراسِلُهshe sends him word
إِذا سَمِعَت عَنهُ بِشَكوى تُراسِلُه
He wishes evening would find him ill, hoping that she,
on hearing of his illness, might send him word.
وَيَرتاحُand he delights لِلمَعروفِin kindness فيin طَلَبِpursuit of العُلىhigh honor
وَيَرتاحُ لِلمَعروفِ في طَلَبِ العُلى
لِتُحمَدَso that they may be praised يَوماًone day عِندَbefore لَيلىLayla شَمائِلُهhis virtues
لِتُحمَدَ يَوماً عِندَ لَيلى شَمائِلُه
And he delights in kindness in his pursuit of honor,
so that one day his virtues may be praised before Layla.
وَعىhas guarded سِرَّكُمyour secret فيin مُضمَرِthe hidden recesses of القَلبِthe heart وَالحَشاand the breast
وَعى سِرَّكُم في مُضمَرِ القَلبِ وَالحَشا
شَفيقٌone devoted عَلَيكُمto you all لاnot تُخافُare feared غَوائِلُهhis treacheries
شَفيقٌ عَلَيكُم لا تُخافُ غَوائِلُه
Your secret is guarded in the hidden depths of heart and breast
by one devoted to you, whose treachery need not be feared.
وَأَكتُمُand I hide from نَفسيmyself بَعضَpart of سِرّيmy secret تَكَرُّماًout of dignity
وَأَكتُمُ نَفسي بَعضَ سِرّي تَكَرُّماً
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle أَضاعَdivulges السِرَّthe secret فيamong الناسِpeople حامِلُهits keeper
إِذا ما أَضاعَ السِرَّ في الناسِ حامِلُه
And I hide part of my secret even from myself, out of dignity,
when its keeper divulges the secret among people.
فلوfor if كنتُI were فيin كَبلٍa fetter وَبُحتُand I confided بِلَوعَتيof my anguish
فلو كنتُ في كَبلٍ وَبُحتُ بِلَوعَتي
إِلَيهِto it لَأَنَّتwould surely groan رَحمَةًout of pity ليfor me سَلاسِلُهits chains
إِلَيهِ لَأَنَّت رَحمَةً لي سَلاسِلُه
For if I were in fetters and confided my anguish
to them, their chains would groan in pity for me.
وَلَوand if أَكَلَتate مِنsome of نَبتِthe growth of عَينيmy eye بَهيمَةٌa beast
وَلَو أَكَلَت مِن نَبتِ عَيني بَهيمَةٌ
لَهَيَّجَwould surely stir مِنهاfrom it رَحمَةًpity حينَwhen تَأكُلُهit eats it
لَهَيَّجَ مِنها رَحمَةً حينَ تَأكُلُه
And if a beast grazed on growth watered by my tears,
it would stir pity in the beast as it ate it.
وَيُدرِكُand attains غَيريsomeone other than me عِندَwith غَيرِكِsomeone other than you حَظَّهُhis share
وَيُدرِكُ غَيري عِندَ غَيرِكِ حَظَّهُ
بِشِعريthrough my poetry وَيُعيينيand defeats me بِهthrough it ماwhat أُحاوِلُهI seek it
بِشِعري وَيُعييني بِه ما أُحاوِلُه
Another wins his share from someone other than you
through my poetry, while what I seek through it eludes me.
فَلاso may not هانَتِbring low الأَشعارُpoems بِعديafter me وَبَعدَكُمand after you all
فَلا هانَتِ الأَشعارُ بِعدي وَبَعدَكُم
مُحِبّاًa lover وَماتَand may die الشِعرُpoetry بَعديafter me وَقائِلُهand its maker
مُحِبّاً وَماتَ الشِعرُ بَعدي وَقائِلُه
So may poems never bring low, after me and you,
a lover; and may poetry and its maker die after me.
Translation model: Sol 6.1