أَلاBehold! كُلُّevery ماشِيَةِwoman walking الخَيزَلىwith a languid, swaying gait
أَلا كُلُّ ماشِيَةِ الخَيزَلى
فِداransom for كُلُّevery ماشِيَةِshe-camel walking الهَيذَبىwith a swift gait
فِدا كُلُّ ماشِيَةِ الهَيذَبى
Behold, every woman with a languid, swaying gait
Behold, all cattle of el-Khaizuran
May every swaying beauty be a sacrifice
Is ransom for every she-camel with a swift stride,
Would be sacrificed for cattle of el-Haizaban.
For every she-camel moving with a rapid stride,
وَكُلِّand every نَجاةٍswift she-camel بُجاوِيَّةٍBujawi-bred
وَكُلِّ نَجاةٍ بُجاوِيَّةٍ
خَنوفٍturning her neck وَماand not بِيَmy concern حُسنُbeauty of المِشىgait
خَنوفٍ وَما بِيَ حُسنُ المِشى
And every swift Bujawi she-camel
And for every surviving she-camel
And for every swift mount of Bujawi breed,
That turns her neck—beauty of gait is not my concern.
Of el-Bujawi, though not beautiful in walking,
Shaking her head—though 'tis not the grace of gait I seek.
وَلَكِنَّهُنَّbut they حِبالُcords of الحَياةِlife
وَلَكِنَّهُنَّ حِبالُ الحَياةِ
وَكَيدُand a stratagem against العُداةِenemies وَمَيطُand warding off الأَذىharm
وَكَيدُ العُداةِ وَمَيطُ الأَذى
But they are the cords of life,
But they are ropes of life,
Nay, they are but the lifelines of my soul,
And a stratagem against enemies and a warding off of harm.
And snares of enemies and shields from harm.
A ruse against my foes, a way to banish pain.
ضَرَبتُI traversed بِهاon them التيهَthe trackless waste ضَربَlike playing القِمارِa game of chance
ضَرَبتُ بِها التيهَ ضَربَ القِمارِ
إِمّاeither لِهَذاfor this وَإِمّاor else لِذاfor that
إِمّا لِهَذا وَإِمّا لِذا
I braved the trackless waste on them, as one gambles:
With them I hazarded the wilderness, gambling
I struck into the wasteland with them, a gambler's cast,
Either for this, or for that.
Either for this or for that.
Risking all for triumph or for doom.
إِذاwhen فَزِعَتthey took fright قَدَّمَتهاled them forward الجِيادُfine steeds
إِذا فَزِعَت قَدَّمَتها الجِيادُ
وَبيضُand white السُيوفِswords وَسُمرُand brown القَناlances
وَبيضُ السُيوفِ وَسُمرُ القَنا
When they took fright, fine steeds led them onward,
When they were terrified, the steeds went before
When panic strikes the herd, the war-steeds lead the way,
And white swords and brown-shafted lances.
And the white swords and brown spears.
With white steel swords and tawny spears of cane.
فَمَرَّتthen they passed بِنَخلٍthrough Nakhl وَفيand in رَكبِهاtheir caravan
فَمَرَّت بِنَخلٍ وَفي رَكبِها
عَنِfrom العالَمينَall mankind وَعَنهُand from it غِنىself-sufficiency
عَنِ العالَمينَ وَعَنهُ غِنى
Then they passed through Nakhl, and in their caravan
So they passed by a palm-tree on which were
She passed by Nakhl, bearing a rider proud,
Was freedom from need of all mankind—and of Nakhl.
Some clusters like swords- a vivid likeness.
Who needs no world, nor aught the place contains.
وَأَمسَتand they reached evening تُخَيِّرُناthey offer us a choice بِالنِقابِat al-Niqab
وَأَمسَت تُخَيِّرُنا بِالنِقابِ
واديvalley of المِياهِthe waters وَواديand valley of القُرىthe villages
وادي المِياهِ وَوادي القُرى
And at evening, at al-Niqab, they offered us a choice:
We turned away from the world and from need of it.
By evening at al-Niqab, she offered us the choice:
Between Wadi al-Miyah and Wadi al-Qura.
And it (the palm-tree) offered us choice of its fruit unplucked.
The Valley of Waters, or the Villages' Vale.
وَقُلناand we said لَهاto them أَينَwhere أَرضُthe land of العِراقِIraq
وَقُلنا لَها أَينَ أَرضُ العِراقِ
فَقالَتso they said وَنَحنُwhile we بِتُربانَat Turban هاthere!
فَقالَت وَنَحنُ بِتُربانَ ها
And we asked them, "Where is the land of Iraq?"
And we said: Where is the land of Iraq?
We asked her then, "Where lies the land of Iraq?"
They said, while we were at Turban, "There!"
And it (the palm) replied, while we were at el-Turbanah.
And at Turban she answered, "Lo, it lies that way."
وَهَبَّتand they swept along بِحِسمىthrough Hisma هُبوبَlike the blowing of الدَبورِthe west wind
وَهَبَّت بِحِسمى هُبوبَ الدَبورِ
مُستَقبِلاتٍfacing مَهَبَّthe source of الصَباthe east wind
مُستَقبِلاتٍ مَهَبَّ الصَبا
And they swept through Hisma like the west wind,
Then it blew against us with the puffs of the north wind,
She swept through Hisma like the western gale,
Facing the quarter from which the east wind blows,
Facing the zephyrs moving gently.
Heading straight into the teeth of the eastern wind,
رَواميaiming for الكِفافِal-Kifaf وَكِبدِand the heart of الوِهادِthe lowlands
رَوامي الكِفافِ وَكِبدِ الوِهادِ
وَجارِand the neighbor of البُوَيرَةِal-Buwayra وادِvalley of الغَضىghada trees
وَجارِ البُوَيرَةِ وادِ الغَضى
Aiming for al-Kifaf and the heart of the lowlands,
Past the stony tracts and ribs of the desert,
Aiming for al-Kifaf and the hollowed glens,
And al-Buwayra's neighbor, Wadi al-Ghada.
The neighbor of El-Buweirah and El-Gada.
And Buwayrah's neighbor, the valley of Ghada trees.
وَجابَتand they cut through بُسَيطَةَBusayta جَوبَlike slitting الرِداءِa cloak
وَجابَت بُسَيطَةَ جَوبَ الرِداءِ
بَينَbetween النَعامِthe ostriches وَبَينَand between المَهاthe oryx
بَينَ النَعامِ وَبَينَ المَها
And they cut through Busayta as one slits a cloak,
So it crossed the plain of Es-Suwais sweeping the ground
She crossed Busaita as one folds a cloak,
Between the ostriches and the oryx,
Beyond the ostrich and beyond the wild cows
Amidst the ostriches and wild oryx herds.
إِلىto عُقدَةِ'Uqdat الجَوفِal-Jawf حَتّىuntil شَفَتthey quenched
إِلى عُقدَةِ الجَوفِ حَتّى شَفَت
بِماءِwith the water of الجُراوِيِّal-Jurawi بَعضَsome of الصَدىthirst
بِماءِ الجُراوِيِّ بَعضَ الصَدى
To 'Uqdat al-Jawf, until they quenched
Up to the knot of El-Jaouf, until it perceived
On to 'Uqdat al-Jawf, until she quenched,
Some of their thirst with al-Jurawi's water.
By the water of El-Jurawi some of the echo.
With Jurawi's waters, a burning thirst within.
وَلاحَand appeared لَهاto them صَوَرٌSawar وَالصَباحَalong with dawn
وَلاحَ لَها صَوَرٌ وَالصَباحَ
وَلاحَand appeared الشَغورُal-Shaghur لَهاto them وَالضُحىalong with midmorning
وَلاحَ الشَغورُ لَها وَالضُحى
And Sawar appeared to them with the dawn,
At dawn images appeared to it and in the forenoon
Then Sawar loomed in sight as morning broke,
And al-Shaghur appeared to them with midmorning.
The wide plain seemed to it narrow.
And Shaghur rose to view in the light of noon.
وَمَسّىand reached at evening الجُمَيعِيَّal-Jumay'i دِئداؤُهاtheir swift running
وَمَسّى الجُمَيعِيَّ دِئداؤُها
وَغادىand reached in the morning الأَضارِعَal-Adari' ثُمَّthen الدَناal-Dana
وَغادى الأَضارِعَ ثُمَّ الدَنا
And their swift running reached al-Jumay'i at evening,
And the tribe of El-Jumai' called to it in the afternoon
Her trotting reached al-Jumay'i as evening fell,
And al-Adari' in the morning, then al-Dana.
The wild cows and the ostriches.
Then al-Adari' by dawn, and finally al-Dana.
فَياso, oh! لَكَfor you لَيلاًa night عَلىupon أَعكُشٍA'kush
فَيا لَكَ لَيلاً عَلى أَعكُشٍ
أَحَمَّpitch-black البِلادِthe land خَفِيَّhidden الصُوىwaymarks
أَحَمَّ البِلادِ خَفِيَّ الصُوى
Oh, what a night upon A'kush—
So, O night, on a hard-backed steed
O what a night we spent upon A'kush!
With the land pitch-black and its waymarks hidden!
Cloaking the provinces-gloomy the aspect-
A land most dark, where signposts disappear.
وَرَدناwe reached الرُهَيمَةَal-Ruhayma فيin جَوزِهِits middle
وَرَدنا الرُهَيمَةَ في جَوزِهِ
وَباقيهِand the rest of it أَكثَرُmore مِمّاthan what مَضىhas passed
وَباقيهِ أَكثَرُ مِمّا مَضى
We reached al-Ruhayma in the midst of it,
We returned Ruhaimah in its enclosure
We reached Ruhayma in the deep of night,
And more of it remained than had passed.
While the rest of the journey was farther than what had passed.
When more remained of darkness than had fled.
فَلَمّاthen when أَنَخناwe made the camels kneel رَكَزناwe planted الرِماحَthe spears
فَلَمّا أَنَخنا رَكَزنا الرِماحَ
فَوقَabove مَكارِمِناour noble deeds وَالعُلاand lofty glory
فَوقَ مَكارِمِنا وَالعُلا
Then, when we made our camels kneel, we planted our spears
When we alighted we fixed the tent-pegs
And when we dismounted, we planted our spears
Above our noble deeds and lofty glory.
Over our glories and lofty deeds.
High above our virtues and our glory.
وَبِتناand we spent the night نُقَبِّلُwe kiss أَسيافَناour swords
وَبِتنا نُقَبِّلُ أَسيافَنا
وَنَمسَحُهاand we wipe them مِنfrom دِماءِthe blood of العِداthe enemies
وَنَمسَحُها مِن دِماءِ العِدا
And we spent the night kissing our swords
And we remained kissing our swords
We spent the night kissing our polished blades,
And wiping from them the blood of our foes,
And wiping them clean of the blood of the foe
And wiping from them the blood of our foes.
لِتَعلَمَso that it may know مِصرُEgypt وَمَنand whoever بِالعِراقِin Iraq
لِتَعلَمَ مِصرُ وَمَن بِالعِراقِ
وَمَنand whoever بِالعَواصِمِin al-'Awasim أَنّيthat I الفَتىthe valiant youth
وَمَن بِالعَواصِمِ أَنّي الفَتى
So Egypt and those in Iraq would know,
That Egypt and those in Iraq might know
That Egypt and those in Iraq may know full well,
And those in al-'Awasim, that I am the valiant youth,
And those in fortresses that I am the youth
And the borderlands, that I am the Knight of the age,
وَأَنّيand that I وَفَيتُI kept my word وَأَنّيand that I أَبَيتُI refused
وَأَنّي وَفَيتُ وَأَنّي أَبَيتُ
وَأَنّيand that I عَتَوتُI was defiant عَلىtoward مَنwhoever عَتاwas defiant
وَأَنّي عَتَوتُ عَلى مَن عَتا
And that I kept my word, and that I refused abasement,
Who kept his word and who was unyielding
That I kept my troth, and scorned all servitude,
And that I was defiant toward whoever was defiant.
And who transgressed against him who transgressed.
And turned my arrogance on the arrogant.
وَماand not كُلُّall مَنwho قالَsaid قَولاًa word وَفىkept his word
وَما كُلُّ مَن قالَ قَولاً وَفى
وَلاnor كُلُّall مَنwho سيمَwas subjected to خَسفاًhumiliation أَبىrefused
وَلا كُلُّ مَن سيمَ خَسفاً أَبى
Not everyone who speaks keeps his word,
Not every one who talks is truthful
For not every man who speaks fulfills his word,
Nor does everyone subjected to humiliation refuse it.
Nor does every looker into mirrors discern clearly.
Nor everyone wronged finds courage to refuse.
وَلاand no بُدَّescape لِلقَلبِfor the heart مِنfrom آلَةٍweapons
وَلا بُدَّ لِلقَلبِ مِن آلَةٍ
وَرَأيٍand judgment يُصَدِّعُsplits صُمَّsolid الصَفاsmooth rock
وَرَأيٍ يُصَدِّعُ صُمَّ الصَفا
The heart must have weapons,
The heart must need have a contrivance
The heart requires a tool to aid its will,
And judgment that splits solid rock.
And a purpose that splits the hardness of rocks.
And resolve that shatters the hardest, solid rock.
وَمَنand whoever يَكُthere is قَلبٌa heart كَقَلبيlike my heart لَهُfor him
وَمَن يَكُ قَلبٌ كَقَلبي لَهُ
يَشُقُّcleaves إِلىtoward العِزِّglory قَلبَthe heart of التَوىdoom
يَشُقُّ إِلى العِزِّ قَلبَ التَوى
And whoever has a heart like mine
He who has a heart like my heart
And he who bears a heart that beats like mine
Cleaves through the heart of doom toward glory.
Breaks through the gateway to glory.
Will cleave through ruin to reach the heights of fame.
وَكُلُّand every طَريقٍroad أَتاهُhe took it الفَتىthe young man
وَكُلُّ طَريقٍ أَتاهُ الفَتى
عَلىaccording to قَدَرِthe measure of الرِجلِthe foot فيهِon it الخُطاthe strides
عَلى قَدَرِ الرِجلِ فيهِ الخُطا
On every road a young man takes,
And every road the youth travels
And every path a hero dares to tread
The strides match the measure of his foot.
Is as much as he can endure of hardship.
Is measured only by his stride's great length.
وَنامَand slept الخُوَيدِمُthe little lackey عَنunaware of لَيلِناour night
وَنامَ الخُوَيدِمُ عَن لَيلِنا
وَقَدand already نامَslept قَبلُbefore عَمىًfrom blindness لاnot كَرىdrowsiness
وَقَد نامَ قَبلُ عَمىً لا كَرى
And the little lackey slept, unaware of our night,
And El-Khuwailid slept during our night
The petty lackey slept through our night of flight,
And he had slept before from blindness, not from drowsiness.
For he had slept before blind, seeing nothing.
As he slept before—blindness, not honest rest.
وَكانَand there were عَلىdespite قُربِناour nearness بَينَناbetween us
وَكانَ عَلى قُربِنا بَينَنا
مَهامِهُtrackless wastes مِنof جَهلِهِhis ignorance وَالعَمىand blindness
مَهامِهُ مِن جَهلِهِ وَالعَمى
And despite our nearness, between us lay
And in our proximity, between us,
Though he was near in space, there lay between
Trackless wastes of his ignorance and blindness.
Were his insults from his ignorance and blindness.
Vast wastelands of his ignorance and gloom.
لَقَدindeed كُنتُI used to أَحسِبُbelieve قَبلَbefore الخَصِيِّthe eunuch
لَقَد كُنتُ أَحسِبُ قَبلَ الخَصِيِّ
أَنَّthat الرُؤوسَheads مَقَرُّthe seat of النُهىreason
أَنَّ الرُؤوسَ مَقَرُّ النُهى
Before the eunuch, I had surely believed
Indeed, before the eunuch I used to think
Before I met this eunuch, I had always thought
That heads were the seat of reason.
That heads were the seat of discretion.
The head to be the seat where wisdom dwells,
فَلَمّاthen when نَظَرتُI looked إِلىat عَقلِهِhis intellect
فَلَمّا نَظَرتُ إِلى عَقلِهِ
رَأَيتُI saw النُهىreason كُلَّهاall of it فيin الخُصىthe testicles
رَأَيتُ النُهى كُلَّها في الخُصى
But when I looked at his intellect,
But when I looked upon his intelligence
But when I gazed upon his mind, I saw
I found all reason in the testicles.
I saw that all discretion rests in the testicles.
That all intelligence resides in the loins.
وَماذاand how many بِمِصرَin Egypt مِنَof المُضحِكاتِlaughable things
وَماذا بِمِصرَ مِنَ المُضحِكاتِ
وَلَكِنَّهُbut it ضَحِكٌlaughter كَالبُكاlike weeping
وَلَكِنَّهُ ضَحِكٌ كَالبُكا
And how many laughable things Egypt holds!
What laughter is there left in Egypt
How many comic things does Egypt hold!
But it is laughter like weeping.
Except tears like pouring rain!
Yet 'tis a laughter indistinguishable from tears.
بِهاin it نَبَطِيٌّa Nabataean مِنَfrom اهلِthe people of السَوادِal-Sawad
بِها نَبَطِيٌّ مِنَ اهلِ السَوادِ
يُدَرِّسُteaches أَنسابَthe lineages of أَهلِthe people of الفَلاthe desert
يُدَرِّسُ أَنسابَ أَهلِ الفَلا
There, a Nabataean from the people of al-Sawad
There a Nabatean from the people of blackness
There, a bumpkin from the marshes stands,
Teaches the lineages of the desert folk;
Gives lessons in genealogy to the people of passion.
Teaching the Bedouin their own noble lines,
وَأَسوَدُand a black man مِشفَرُهُhis camel-like lip نِصفُهُhalf of him
وَأَسوَدُ مِشفَرُهُ نِصفُهُ
يُقالُit is said لَهُto him أَنتَyou بَدرُthe full moon of الدُجىdarkness
يُقالُ لَهُ أَنتَ بَدرُ الدُجى
And a black man whose camel-like lip is half of him
And a black slave whose mustache is half-shaved
And a black man—his lip is half his bulk—
Is told, "You are the full moon in the dark!"
Is called "Full moon of darkness."
Is flattered thus: "You are the Moon of Night."
وَشِعرٍand many a poem مَدَحتُI praised بِهِwith it الكَركَدَنَّthe rhinoceros
وَشِعرٍ مَدَحتُ بِهِ الكَركَدَنَّ
بَينَbetween القَريضِmetrical verse وَبَينَand between الرُقىincantations
بَينَ القَريضِ وَبَينَ الرُقى
And many a poem with which I praised the rhinoceros—
And poetry in which I praised El-Karkadan
And verses where I praised that rhinoceros,
Between poetry and incantations.
Between El-Quraish and El-Ruka.
Half-way between high art and magic spells;
فَماso not كانَwas ذَلِكَthat مَدحاًpraise لَهُfor him
فَما كانَ ذَلِكَ مَدحاً لَهُ
وَلَكِنَّهُbut it كانَwas هَجوَa lampoon of الوَرىall mankind
وَلَكِنَّهُ كانَ هَجوَ الوَرى
That was no praise of him,
That was no praise of him,
It was no praise for him, that verse I wrote,
But it was a lampoon of all mankind.
Rather, it was satire of mankind.
But satire on the world that lets him rule.
وَقَدand indeed ضَلَّwent astray قَومٌsome people بِأَصنامِهِمthrough their idols
وَقَد ضَلَّ قَومٌ بِأَصنامِهِم
فَأَمّاbut as for بِزِقِّthrough a wineskin of رِياحٍwinds فَلاthen no!
فَأَمّا بِزِقِّ رِياحٍ فَلا
And some people have indeed gone astray through their idols,
Some people went astray with their idols.
Men have been led astray by idols of stone,
But through a wind-filled wineskin? No!
As for spitting of winds, no indeed!
But never by a wineskin filled with wind.
وَتِلكَand those صُموتٌsilent وَذاand this one ناطِقٌspeaking
وَتِلكَ صُموتٌ وَذا ناطِقٌ
إِذاwhen حَرَّكوهُthey shake him فَساhe farts أَوor هَذىbabbles
إِذا حَرَّكوهُ فَسا أَو هَذى
And those are silent, while this one speaks:
Those are mere statues, while this one
The idols hold their peace; this creature speaks,
When they shake him, he farts or babbles.
Speaks nonsense when they move him.
But stirred, he breaks wind or babbles nonsense.
وَمَنand whoever جَهِلَتwas ignorant of نَفسُهُhis soul قَدرَهُhis worth
وَمَن جَهِلَت نَفسُهُ قَدرَهُ
رَأىsees غَيرُهُsomeone other than him مِنهُin him مالاwhat he does not يَرىsee
رَأى غَيرُهُ مِنهُ مالا يَرى
And whoever does not know his own worth—
He who does not know himself, his worth,
And he whose soul knows not its proper worth
Others see in him what he does not see.
Sees in himself what he does not see.
Shall find that others see his failings clear.