أَيَدريdoes it know الرَبعُthe dwelling-place أَيَّwhat دَمٍblood أَراقاit shed
أَيَدري الرَبعُ أَيَّ دَمٍ أَراقا
وَأَيَّand which قُلوبِhearts of هَذاthis الرَكبِthe caravan شاقاit stirred with longing
وَأَيَّ قُلوبِ هَذا الرَكبِ شاقا
Does the dwelling-place know what blood it shed,
Does the desert know whose blood it shed
Does the ruined campsite know whose blood it has spilled?
and which hearts of this caravan it stirred with longing?
And whose hearts this caravan has wearied
And whose hearts, among this caravan, it has thrilled with longing?
لَناfor us وَلِأَهلِهِand for its people أَبَداًforever قُلوبٌhearts
لَنا وَلِأَهلِهِ أَبَداً قُلوبٌ
تَلاقىmeet فيin جُسومٍbodies ماnot تَلاقىmeet
تَلاقى في جُسومٍ ما تَلاقى
We and its people forever have hearts
For us and their kin, hearts shall never
We, and the dwellers of this place, possess hearts that forever
that meet within bodies that never meet.
Meet in bodies that shall never unite
Meet in spirit, though our bodies may never meet.
وَماand not عَفَتِeffaced الرِياحُthe winds لَهُfor it مَحَلّاًa dwelling-place
وَما عَفَتِ الرِياحُ لَهُ مَحَلّاً
عَفاهُeffaced it مَنthe one who حَداsang a camel-driving song بِهِمِfor them وَساقاand drove onward
عَفاهُ مَن حَدا بِهِمِ وَساقا
The winds did not efface its dwelling-place;
The winds could not erase their abode
It was not the winds that erased the traces of this home;
the one who urged them onward with song and drove them effaced it.
He who guided them and led them erased it
Rather, he who sang to the camels and drove them away effaced it.
فَلَيتَso would that هَوىlove for الأَحِبَّةِthe beloved ones كانَwere عَدلاًjust
فَلَيتَ هَوى الأَحِبَّةِ كانَ عَدلاً
فَحَمَّلَso burdened كُلَّeach قَلبٍheart ماwhat أَطاقاit could bear
فَحَمَّلَ كُلَّ قَلبٍ ما أَطاقا
Would that love for the beloved were just,
If only the love of loved ones were just
Would that the passion of lovers were just,
and laid on each heart only what it could bear.
Each heart would carry what it can endure
Burdening every heart only with what it could bear.
نَظَرتُI looked إِلَيهِمُat them وَالعَينُand the eye شَكرىbrimming
نَظَرتُ إِلَيهِمُ وَالعَينُ شَكرى
فَصارَتthen it became كُلُّهاall of it لِلدَمعِfor tears ماقاa tear-shedding eye-corner
فَصارَت كُلُّها لِلدَمعِ ماقا
I looked upon them with my eye brimming;
I looked at them, with grateful eyes
I gazed at them, my eyes drunk with tears,
then all of it became a tear duct.
That have now, for tears, become hollows
Until my whole being became a channel for weeping.
وَقَدand already أَخَذَhad taken التَمامُfullness البَدرُthe full moon فيهِمamong them
وَقَد أَخَذَ التَمامُ البَدرُ فيهِم
وَأَعطانيand gave me مِنَfrom السَقَمِsickness المُحاقاthe moon's disappearance
وَأَعطاني مِنَ السَقَمِ المُحاقا
The full moon among them had claimed perfection,
The full moon's perfection was in them
Perfection has claimed the full moon in their midst,
and given me, through sickness, the moon's disappearance.
And gave me a fatal, incurable disease
While bestowing upon me the waning of sickness.
وَبَينَand between الفَرعِthe hair وَالقَدَمَينِand the two feet نورٌa radiance
وَبَينَ الفَرعِ وَالقَدَمَينِ نورٌ
يَقودُguides بِلاwithout أَزِمَّتِهاtheir reins النِياقاthe she-camels
يَقودُ بِلا أَزِمَّتِها النِياقا
Between the hair and the feet is a radiance
A light between branch and feet
Between her tresses and her feet there shines a light,
that guides the she-camels without their reins.
Guiding without bridle the she-camels
That leads the she-camels onward without their reins.
وَطَرفٌand a gaze إِنif سَقىgave drink to العُشّاقَthe lovers كَأساًa cup
وَطَرفٌ إِن سَقى العُشّاقَ كَأساً
بِهاin it نَقصٌa shortfall سَقانيهاgave it to me to drink دِهاقاbrimming
بِها نَقصٌ سَقانيها دِهاقا
And a gaze that, if it gives lovers a cup
An eye that offered lovers a cup
And a glance that, if it pours a cup for lovers,
less than full, gives me that cup brimming.
Whose pouring diminished those who pour
Giving them short measure, pours mine overflowing.
وَخَصرٌand a waist تَثبُتُremain fixed الأَبصارُthe eyes فيهِon it
وَخَصرٌ تَثبُتُ الأَبصارُ فيهِ
كَأَنَّas though عَلَيهِupon it مِنof حَدَقِpupils نِطاقاa girdle
كَأَنَّ عَلَيهِ مِن حَدَقِ نِطاقا
And a waist on which eyes remain fixed,
A waist on which sights are fixed
A waist upon which all gazes are fastened,
as though girdled with a belt of pupils.
As if it is girded with belt of pearls
As if the pupils of eyes formed a belt around it.
سَليask عَنabout سيرَتيmy conduct فَرَسيmy horse وَسَيفيand my sword
سَلي عَن سيرَتي فَرَسي وَسَيفي
وَرُمحيand my spear وَالهَمَلَّعَةِand the swift she-camel الدِفاقاswift-striding
وَرُمحي وَالهَمَلَّعَةِ الدِفاقا
Ask my horse and my sword about my conduct,
Ask about my character and my horse, sword,
Ask my horse and sword about my way of life,
and my spear, and the fleet, swift-striding she-camel.
Spear and the polished well-aimed arrows
Ask my spear, and the swift, rushing she-camel.
تَرَكناwe left مِنfrom وَراءِbehind العيسِthe pale camels نَجداًNajd
تَرَكنا مِن وَراءِ العيسِ نَجداً
وَنَكَّبناand we skirted السَماوَةَal-Samawah وَالعِراقاand Iraq
وَنَكَّبنا السَماوَةَ وَالعِراقا
We left Najd behind the pale camels,
We left behind us the Najd deserts
We left the lands of Najd behind our white camels,
and skirted al-Samawah and Iraq.
And avoided the Samawah and Iraq
And turned aside from Samawah and Iraq.
فَماso not زالَتceased تَرىseeing وَاللَيلُwhile the night داجٍdark
فَما زالَت تَرى وَاللَيلُ داجٍ
لِسَيفِof Sayf الدَولَةِal-Dawlah المَلِكِthe king ائتِلاقاa radiance
لِسَيفِ الدَولَةِ المَلِكِ ائتِلاقا
They never ceased to see, though the night was dark,
Still the night, as it darkens, sees
Through the dark of night, she ceased not to see
the radiance of the king, Sayf al-Dawlah.
The sword of the dawlah, the king, unsheathed
The radiance of Sayf al-Dawla, the King.
أَدِلَّتُهاtheir guides رِياحُbreezes of المِسكِmusk مِنهُfrom him
أَدِلَّتُها رِياحُ المِسكِ مِنهُ
إِذاwhen فَتَحَتthey opened مَناخِرَهاtheir nostrils اِنتِشاقاto inhale
إِذا فَتَحَت مَناخِرَها اِنتِشاقا
Their guides were breezes of musk from him,
The musk-scented winds made it fragrant
Her guides were the winds of musk wafting from him,
whenever they opened their nostrils to inhale.
When it opened its nostrils deeply inhaling
Whenever she opened her nostrils to inhale.
أَباحَكِhe gave you access to أَيُّهاO الوَحشُwild beasts الأَعاديthe enemies
أَباحَكِ أَيُّها الوَحشُ الأَعادي
فَلِمso why تَتَعَرَّضينَdo you waylay لَهُbelonging to him الرِفاقاthe caravans
فَلِم تَتَعَرَّضينَ لَهُ الرِفاقا
He has given you the enemies as prey, O wild beasts;
Which of you wild beasts of enemies
O beasts of the wild, he has granted you the enemies as prey;
so why do you waylay his caravans?
Dared to face his friendly caravan
Why then do you threaten his travelling companions?
وَلَوand if تَبَّعتِyou followed ماwhat طَرَحَتfelled قَناهُhis spear
وَلَو تَبَّعتِ ما طَرَحَت قَناهُ
لَكَفَّكِit would keep you away عَنfrom رَذاياناour weary camels وَعاقاand restrain
لَكَفَّكِ عَن رَذايانا وَعاقا
And if you followed what his spear had felled,
If you but followed what his bow dispensed
Had you followed the harvest his spear cast down,
it would keep you from our weary camels and restrain you.
It would suffice you and protect you
It would have satisfied you, keeping you from our steeds.
وَلَوand if سِرناwe traveled إِلَيهِto him فيalong طَريقٍa road
وَلَو سِرنا إِلَيهِ في طَريقٍ
مِنَof النيرانِfires لَمnot نَخَفِwe would fear اِحتِراقاburning
مِنَ النيرانِ لَم نَخَفِ اِحتِراقا
And if we traveled to him along a road
Had we travelled towards him on a path
Even if we journeyed to him on a path
of flames, we would not fear being burned.
Of fire, we would have feared no burning
Made of fire, we would fear no burning.
إِمامٌa leader للِائمَّةِfor the leaders مِنof قُرَيشٍQuraysh
إِمامٌ للِائمَّةِ مِن قُرَيشٍ
إِلىtoward مَنthose whom يَتَّقونَthey guard against لَهُwith him شِقاقاconflict
إِلى مَن يَتَّقونَ لَهُ شِقاقا
A leader for the leaders of Quraysh,
An imam leading the leaders of Quraysh
He is an Imam to the leaders of Quraysh,
against those with whom they fear conflict.
For those who dread his displeasure or schism
The one against whom they fear to incite discord.
يَكونُhe becomes لَهُمfor them إِذاwhen غَضِبواthey are angered حُساماًa cutting sword
يَكونُ لَهُم إِذا غَضِبوا حُساماً
وَلِلهَيجاءِand for war حينَwhen تَقومُit rises ساقاa leg
وَلِلهَيجاءِ حينَ تَقومُ ساقا
He becomes their cutting sword when they are angered,
When angry, their sword, but when calm
He becomes their sword when they are angered,
and a leg for war when it rises.
Their mercy even on the tumultuous mob
And the pillar of war when battle is joined.
فَلاso do not تَستَنكِرَنَّever find strange لَهُon his part اِبتِساماًa smile
فَلا تَستَنكِرَنَّ لَهُ اِبتِساماً
إِذاwhen فَهِقَoverflows المَكَرُّthe battlefield دَماًwith blood وَضاقاand narrows
إِذا فَهِقَ المَكَرُّ دَماً وَضاقا
So do not find it strange that he should smile
So do not blame him for grinning
Do not wonder at his smiling face
when the battlefield overflows with blood and grows cramped.
When deceit bleeds and is straitened
When the battlefield overflows with blood and grows narrow.
فَقَدfor already ضَمِنَتhave pledged لَهُto him المُهَجَlives العَواليthe tall spears
فَقَد ضَمِنَت لَهُ المُهَجَ العَوالي
وَحَمَّلَand charged هَمَّهُhis purpose الخَيلَthe horses العِتاقاthoroughbred
وَحَمَّلَ هَمَّهُ الخَيلَ العِتاقا
For the tall spears have pledged him lives,
The sublime ambitions guaranteed him
For the high spears have guaranteed him the souls of foes,
and he has charged the thoroughbred horses with his purpose.
And his free-spirited horses bore his worries
And he has cast his burden upon noble steeds.
إِذاwhen أُنعِلنَthey are shod فيin آثارِthe tracks of قَومٍa people
إِذا أُنعِلنَ في آثارِ قَومٍ
وَإِنand even if بَعُدواthey are distant جَعَلنَهُمُthey make them طِراقاlayered soles
وَإِن بَعُدوا جَعَلنَهُمُ طِراقا
When they are shod in pursuit of a people,
When he alights at a people's ruins
When they are shod to pursue a fleeing tribe,
however far away those people are, they make them layered soles beneath their hooves.
Though far, he makes them neighbourly
Though they be far, they trample them like sandals.
وَإِنand if نَقَعَresounds الصَريخُthe cry for help إِلىto مَكانٍa place
وَإِن نَقَعَ الصَريخُ إِلى مَكانٍ
نَصَبنَthey prick up لَهُtoward it مُؤَلَّلَةًsharply pointed دِقاقاslender
نَصَبنَ لَهُ مُؤَلَّلَةً دِقاقا
And if a cry for help reaches some place,
If a scream reaches a place
And if a cry for help rises from a place,
they prick up slender, pointed ears toward it.
He erects at it many speared standards
They prick up sharp, attentive ears towards it.
فَكانَthen is الطَعنُspear-thrusting بَينَهُماbetween the two جَواباًan answer
فَكانَ الطَعنُ بَينَهُما جَواباً
وَكانَand is اللَبثُthe delay بَينَهُماbetween the two فُواقاa moment's pause
وَكانَ اللَبثُ بَينَهُما فُواقا
Then spear-thrusts are the answer between the two,
So between them the answer was a stab
Then the thrust of spears becomes the only answer,
and the pause between them is but an instant.
And between them the delay was strangling
And the delay is but the briefest pause.
مُلاقِيَةًmeeting نَواصيهاtheir forelocks المَناياdeaths
مُلاقِيَةً نَواصيها المَنايا
مُعَوَّدَةًaccustomed فَوارِسُهاtheir riders العِناقاcombat embraces
مُعَوَّدَةً فَوارِسُها العِناقا
Their forelocks meet death,
Encountering their death blow
Their forelocks meet with destinies of death,
their riders are accustomed to the embrace of close combat.
Embracing their final resting place
Their riders accustomed to the embrace of battle.
تَبيتُspend the night رِماحُهُhis spears فَوقَabove الهَواديthe horses' necks
تَبيتُ رِماحُهُ فَوقَ الهَوادي
وَقَدand already ضَرَبَhas pitched العَجاجُthe dust-cloud لَهاfor them رِواقاa canopy
وَقَد ضَرَبَ العَجاجُ لَها رِواقا
His spears spend the night above the horses' necks,
His spears spend the night atop the valleys
His spears pass the night atop the saddles,
while the dust has pitched them a canopy.
And the tent-pegs have erected his pavilions
While the dust of war has pitched a tent around them.
تَميلُthey sway كَأَنَّas though فيwithin الأَبطالِthe heroes خَمراًwine
تَميلُ كَأَنَّ في الأَبطالِ خَمراً
عُلِلنَthey were plied repeatedly بِهاwith it اِصطِباحاًa morning drink وَاِغتِباقاand an evening drink
عُلِلنَ بِها اِصطِباحاً وَاِغتِباقا
They sway as though there were wine within the heroes,
They sway as if the heroes are drunk
They sway, as though the heroes were drunk on wine,
with which they were plied morning and evening.
Debilitated at dawn yet intertwined at dusk
Dosed with it at dawn and at dusk.
تَعَجَّبَتِmarveled المُدامُthe wine وَقَدand already حَساهاhe drank it
تَعَجَّبَتِ المُدامُ وَقَد حَساها
فَلَمso did not يَسكَرgrow drunk وَجادَand gave generously فَماso did not أَفاقاsober up
فَلَم يَسكَر وَجادَ فَما أَفاقا
The wine marveled when he drank it:
The wine was amazed that it did not intoxicate him
The wine marvelled when he sipped it:
he did not grow drunk, but gave and never sobered.
And he was generous without being drunk
He did not intoxicate, yet his generosity knew no sobriety.
أَقامَremained الشِعرُpoetry يَنتَظِرُawaiting العَطاياthe gifts
أَقامَ الشِعرُ يَنتَظِرُ العَطايا
فَلَمّاthen when فاقَتِthey surpassed الأَمطارَthe rains فاقاit excelled
فَلَمّا فاقَتِ الأَمطارَ فاقا
Poetry stood waiting for the gifts;
Poetry waited expecting gifts
Poetry stood waiting for its rewards,
when those gifts surpassed the rains, it too excelled.
But when his rains exceeded all rains
But when his gifts outstripped the rain, poetry surpassed itself.
وَزَنّاwe weighed out قيمَةَthe price of الدَهماءِthe black mare مِنهُfrom it
وَزَنّا قيمَةَ الدَهماءِ مِنهُ
وَوَفَّيناand we paid in full القِيانَthe singing slave-girls بِهِwith it الصَداقاthe bridal dower
وَوَفَّينا القِيانَ بِهِ الصَداقا
From it we weighed out the price of the black mare,
We valued the price of his bounty
We weighed the worth of the dark steed he gave,
and with it paid the singing slave-girls their dowers in full.
And fulfilled the measures due to him
And paid with it the dowry for the singing girls.
وَحاشاand far be it لِاِرتِياحِكَfor your joy in giving أَنthat يُبارىbe rivaled
وَحاشا لِاِرتِياحِكَ أَن يُبارى
وَلِلكَرَمِand for the generosity الَّذيwhich لَكَyou possess أَنthat يُباقىbe rivaled in endurance
وَلِلكَرَمِ الَّذي لَكَ أَن يُباقى
Far be it that your joy in giving be rivaled,
Never could your joy be matched
Far be it that your joyous generosity be rivaled,
or that your generosity be rivaled in endurance.
Nor your generosity that remains
Or that the nobility you possess be outdone.
وَلَكِنّاbut we نُداعِبُtease مِنكَin you قَرماًa mighty camel-stallion
وَلَكِنّا نُداعِبُ مِنكَ قَرماً
تَراجَعَتِshrank back القُرومُthe camel-stallions لَهُbefore him حِقاقاthree-year-old camels
تَراجَعَتِ القُرومُ لَهُ حِقاقا
But we merely tease the mighty camel-stallion in you,
Rather we flirt with some of your bounty
But we jest with a lordly stallion like you,
before whom the stallions shrink back into three-year-old camels.
The necks recoiled from it in obligation
Before whom other lords retreat like frightened colts.
فَتىًa young man لاnot تَسلُبُdespoil القَتلىthe slain يَداهُhis two hands
فَتىً لا تَسلُبُ القَتلى يَداهُ
وَيَسلُبُand strips عَفوُهُhis pardon الأَسرىthe captives الوَثاقاthe bonds
وَيَسلُبُ عَفوُهُ الأَسرى الوَثاقا
A young man whose hands do not despoil the slain,
A man who does not rob the dead of their hands
A warrior whose hands never strip the slain,
while his pardon strips captives of their bonds.
And whose pardon robs the captives of their shackles
Yet whose pardon strips the shackles from the captives.
وَلَمand did not تَأتِyou do الجَميلَkindness إِلَيَّto me سَهواًinadvertently
وَلَم تَأتِ الجَميلَ إِلَيَّ سَهواً
وَلَمand did not أَظفَرI obtain بِهِit مِنكَfrom you اِستِراقاby stealth
وَلَم أَظفَر بِهِ مِنكَ اِستِراقا
Nor did you show me kindness inadvertently,
You never intentionally declined goodness to me
You did not grant me favors by mere oversight,
nor did I obtain it from you by stealth.
Nor did I gain it from you by stealing
Nor did I win them from you by stealth.
فَأَبلِغso tell حاسِدِيَّthose who envy me عَلَيكَon your account أَنّيthat I
فَأَبلِغ حاسِدِيَّ عَلَيكَ أَنّي
كَباstumbled بَرقٌlightning يُحاوِلُtrying بيwith me لَحاقاto catch up
كَبا بَرقٌ يُحاوِلُ بي لَحاقا
So tell those who envy me on your account that, as for me,
So inform those who envy me your patronage
So tell those who envy me your favor,
lightning has stumbled trying to catch up with me.
That I am a striking lightning pursuing them
That even lightning stumbles trying to catch my stride.
وَهَلand can تُغنيavail الرَسائِلُthe letters فيagainst عَدوٍّan enemy
وَهَل تُغني الرَسائِلُ في عَدوٍّ
إِذاif ماemphatic particle لَمnot يَكُنَّthey are ظُبىًsword-edges رِقاقاslender
إِذا ما لَم يَكُنَّ ظُبىً رِقاقا
And can letters avail against an enemy,
Can messages avail with an enemy
Do letters avail against a foe,
unless they are slender sword-blades?
If they are not sharp piercing arrows?
If they are not written with fine-edged swords?
إِذاif ماemphatic particle الناسُpeople جَرَّبَهُمtested them لَبيبٌa discerning man
إِذا ما الناسُ جَرَّبَهُم لَبيبٌ
فَإِنّيthen I قَدindeed أَكَلتُهُمُhave eaten them وَذاقاand he tasted
فَإِنّي قَد أَكَلتُهُمُ وَذاقا
If a discerning man has put people to the test,
When the people test a wise one
When a wise man puts mankind to the test,
then I have eaten them, while he has merely tasted.
I have tasted and experienced them
He finds, as I have tasted and devoured,
فَلَمso did not أَرَI see وُدَّهُمtheir affection إِلّاexcept خِداعاًdeceit
فَلَم أَرَ وُدَّهُم إِلّا خِداعاً
وَلَمand did not أَرَI see دينَهُمtheir religion إِلّاexcept نِفاقاhypocrisy
وَلَم أَرَ دينَهُم إِلّا نِفاقا
So I found their affection nothing but deceit,
I saw nothing in them but deceit
That their friendship is nothing but deception,
and found their religion nothing but hypocrisy.
And nothing in their religion but hypocrisy
And their faith nothing but hypocrisy.
يُقَصِّرُfalls short عَنof يَمينِكَyour right hand كُلُّevery بَحرٍsea
يُقَصِّرُ عَن يَمينِكَ كُلُّ بَحرٍ
وَعَمّاand of what لَمdid not تُلِقهُyou retain it ماwhat أَلاقاit retained
وَعَمّا لَم تُلِقهُ ما أَلاقا
Every sea falls short of your right hand,
Every sea falls short of your right hand's reach
Every ocean falls short of your right hand's bounty,
and what it has hoarded falls short of what you did not keep.
And of what you have not attained, they fall short
And what the sea withholds is less than what you bestow.
وَلَولاand were it not for قُدرَةُthe power of الخَلّاقِthe Creator قُلناwe would say
وَلَولا قُدرَةُ الخَلّاقِ قُلنا
أَعَمداًdeliberately? كانَwas خَلقُكَyour creation أَمor وِفاقاby chance
أَعَمداً كانَ خَلقُكَ أَم وِفاقا
Were it not for the Creator's power, we would say:
Had it not been for the Creator's power we would say
Were it not for the Creator’s power, we would ask:
Was your creation deliberate, or by chance?
Was your creation by design or concord?
Was your creation by design, or a miraculous accord?
فَلاso may not حَطَّتlower لَكَfor you الهَيجاءُwar سَرجاًa saddle
فَلا حَطَّت لَكَ الهَيجاءُ سَرجاً
وَلاand may not ذاقَتtaste لَكَof you الدُنياthe world فِراقاparting
وَلا ذاقَت لَكَ الدُنيا فِراقا
So may war never take down your saddle,
So neither did lunacy saddle your horse
May war never force you to remove your saddle,
and may the world never taste parting from you.
Nor did the world taste separation from you
And may the world never suffer the taste of your loss.