شَكَوتُI complained إِلىto سِربِa flock of القَطاthe sandgrouse إِذwhen مَرَرنَthey passed بيby me
شَكَوتُ إِلى سِربِ القَطا إِذ مَرَرنَ بي
فَقُلتُso I said وَمِثليand one like me بِالبُكاءِof weeping جَديرُworthy
فَقُلتُ وَمِثلي بِالبُكاءِ جَديرُ
I poured out my grief to a flock of sandgrouse as they passed me,
I complained to a flock of sandgrouse as they passed me.
and said—for one such as I has every right to weep:
So I said—and one like me is worthy of weeping—
أَسِربَO flock of القَطاthe sandgrouse هَلis there مِنany مُعيرٍone who lends جَناحَهُhis wing
أَسِربَ القَطا هَل مِن مُعيرٍ جَناحَهُ
لَعَلّيperhaps I may إِلىto مَنthe one whom قَدalready هَوَيتُI have loved أَطيرُI fly
لَعَلّي إِلى مَن قَد هَوَيتُ أَطيرُ
“O flock of sandgrouse, is there one among you who will lend me his wing,
O flock of sandgrouse, is there one who will lend his wing,
that perhaps I may fly to the one I have loved?”
so that I might fly to the one I have loved?
فَجاوَبنَنيso they answered me مِنfrom فَوقِatop غُصنِa branch of أَراكَةٍan arak tree
فَجاوَبنَني مِن فَوقِ غُصنِ أَراكَةٍ
أَلاindeed كُلُّناall of us ياO مُستَعيرُborrower مُعيرُa lender
أَلا كُلُّنا يا مُستَعيرُ مُعيرُ
They answered me from atop the branch of an arak tree:
So they answered me from atop the branch of an arak tree:
“Indeed, all of us, O borrower, are lenders.
Indeed, all of us, O borrower, are lenders.
وَأَيُّand whichever قَطاةٍsandgrouse لَمdoes not تُعِركَlend you جَناحَهاher wing
وَأَيُّ قَطاةٍ لَم تُعِركَ جَناحَها
فَعاشَتthen may she live بِضُرٍّin misery وَالجَناحُand the wing كَسيرُbroken
فَعاشَت بِضُرٍّ وَالجَناحُ كَسيرُ
Whichever sandgrouse does not lend you her wing—
And any sandgrouse that will not lend you her wing—
may she live in misery, her wing broken!”
then may she live in misery, her wing broken.
وَإِلّاand if not فَمَنthen who هَذاthis one يُؤَدّيdelivers رِسالَةًa message
وَإِلّا فَمَن هَذا يُؤَدّي رِسالَةً
فَأَشكُرَهُso I may thank him إِنَّindeed المُحِبَّthe lover شَكورُgrateful
فَأَشكُرَهُ إِنَّ المُحِبَّ شَكورُ
“If not, then who here will carry a message
And if not, who is there to carry a message,
so that I may thank him? Surely the lover is ever grateful.
so I may thank him? Indeed, a lover is grateful.
إِلىto اللَهِGod أَشكوI complain of صَبوَتيmy passion بَعدَafter كُربَتيmy anguish
إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو صَبوَتي بَعدَ كُربَتي
وَنيرانُand the fires of شَوقيmy longing ماnot بِهِنَّin them فُتورُwaning
وَنيرانُ شَوقي ما بِهِنَّ فُتورُ
To God I complain of my passion after all my anguish,
To God I complain of my passion after my anguish;
and the fires of my longing—there is no abating in them.
and the fires of my longing know no waning.
فَإِنّيfor I لَقاسيindeed hard القَلبِof heart إِنif كُنتَyou are صابِراًpatient
فَإِنّي لَقاسي القَلبِ إِن كُنتَ صابِراً
غَداةَon the morning of غَدٍtomorrow فيمَنamong those who يَسيرُtravel تَسيرُyou travel
غَداةَ غَدٍ فيمَن يَسيرُ تَسيرُ
Surely I am hard of heart if you can remain steadfast;
For I am indeed hard of heart, if you are patient,
tomorrow morning, among those who journey, you shall journey.
tomorrow morning you will travel among those who travel.
فَإِنand if لَمdo not أَمُتI die غَمّاًof grief وَهَمّاًand worry وَكُربَةًand anguish
فَإِن لَم أَمُت غَمّاً وَهَمّاً وَكُربَةً
يُعاوِدُنيreturns to me بَعدَafter الزَفيرِthe sigh زَفيرُa sigh
يُعاوِدُني بَعدَ الزَفيرِ زَفيرُ
And if I do not die of grief, care, and anguish,
And if I do not die of grief, worry, and anguish,
after one sigh, another sigh returns to me.
one sigh comes upon me after another.
إِذاwhen جَلَسواthey sit فيin مَجلِسٍan assembly نَدَرواthey declare forfeit دَميmy blood
إِذا جَلَسوا في مَجلِسٍ نَدَروا دَمي
فَكَيفَso how تُراهاdo you think she عِندَat ذاكَthat تُجيرُgives protection
فَكَيفَ تُراها عِندَ ذاكَ تُجيرُ
Whenever they sit in council, they declare my blood forfeit;
When they sit in council, they declare my blood forfeit;
how then do you suppose she can grant me refuge?
how, then, do you think she will protect me at that moment?
وَدونَand in defense of دَميmy blood هَزُّthe brandishing of الرِماحِthe spears كَأَنَّهاas though they
وَدونَ دَمي هَزُّ الرِماحِ كَأَنَّها
تَوَقَّدُa blazing جَمرٍembers ثاقِبٍpiercing وَسَعيرُand raging fire
تَوَقَّدُ جَمرٍ ثاقِبٍ وَسَعيرُ
Yet in defense of my life spears are brandished as though they were
And in defense of my blood, spears are brandished, as though they were
the flare of piercing embers and a raging blaze.
a blaze of piercing embers and raging fire.
وَزُرقُand blue-tipped spears مَقيلِthe noonday resting place of المَوتِdeath تَحتَbeneath ظُباتِهاtheir points
وَزُرقُ مَقيلِ المَوتِ تَحتَ ظُباتِها
وَنَبلٌand arrows وَسُمرٌand brown spears ماnot لَهُنَّfor them مُجيرُa protector
وَنَبلٌ وَسُمرٌ ما لَهُنَّ مُجيرُ
Blue-steel spears—beneath their blades death makes its noonday rest—
And blue-tipped spears, beneath whose points death rests at noon,
and arrows and brown-shafted lances, from which there is no protector.
and arrows and brown spears, against which none gives protection.
إِذاwhen غُمِزَتare pressed أَصلابُهُنَّtheir backs تَرَنَّمَتthey sing
إِذا غُمِزَت أَصلابُهُنَّ تَرَنَّمَت
مُعَطَّفَةٌcurved لَيسَتthere are not بِهِنَّin them كُسورُfractures
مُعَطَّفَةٌ لَيسَت بِهِنَّ كُسورُ
When their shafts are flexed, they sing,
When their backs are pressed, they sing,
bending, with no break or flaw in them.
curved, yet with no fractures in them.
قَطَعنَthey crossed الحَصىthe gravel وَالرَملَand the sand حَتّىuntil تَفَلَّقَتsplit apart
قَطَعنَ الحَصى وَالرَملَ حَتّى تَفَلَّقَت
قَلائِدُnecklaces فيaround أَعناقِهاtheir necks وَضُفورُand braids
قَلائِدُ في أَعناقِها وَضُفورُ
They crossed the gravel and the sand until
They crossed the gravel and sand until there snapped
the necklaces at their necks, and their braids, came apart.
necklaces about their necks and braids.
وَقالَتand she said أَخافُI fear المَوتَdeath إِنif يَشحَطِstretches far النَوىseparation
وَقالَت أَخافُ المَوتَ إِن يَشحَطِ النَوى
فَياand O كَبِداًa liver مِنfrom خَوفِfear of ذاكَthat تَغورُsinks deep
فَيا كَبِداً مِن خَوفِ ذاكَ تَغورُ
She said, “I fear death if separation casts us far apart.”
And she said: I fear death if separation stretches far.
O my liver, how it sinks for fear of that!
And oh, a liver sinking deep from fear of that!
سَلواask أُمَّUmm (mother of) عَمروٍAmr هَلwill يُنَوَّلُbe granted a favor عاشِقٌa lover
سَلوا أُمَّ عَمروٍ هَل يُنَوَّلُ عاشِقٌ
أَخوone afflicted with سَقَمٍsickness أَمor هَلwill يُفَكُّbe freed أَسيرُa captive
أَخو سَقَمٍ أَم هَل يُفَكُّ أَسيرُ
Ask Umm ʿAmr whether a lover may be granted her favor—
Ask Umm Amr: will a lover be granted a favor,
a man sick with love—or whether a captive may be freed.
one afflicted with sickness—or will a captive be freed?
أَلاcome قُلsay لِلَيلىto Layla هَلwill تُراهاyou think she مُجيرَتيmy protectress
أَلا قُل لِلَيلى هَل تُراها مُجيرَتي
فَإِنّيfor I لَهاfor her فيماwith what لَدَيَّI possess مُجيرُa protector
فَإِنّي لَها فيما لَدَيَّ مُجيرُ
Come, tell Layla: do you think she will shelter me?
Come, say to Layla: do you think she will be my protector?
For in everything within my power, I would shelter her.
For I am her protector with whatever I possess.
أَظَلُّI remain بِحُزنٍin sorrow إِنif تَغَنَّتsings حَمامَةٌa dove
أَظَلُّ بِحُزنٍ إِن تَغَنَّت حَمامَةٌ
مِنَamong الوُرقِthe gray doves مِطرابُa melodious singer العَشِيِّevening بَكورُan early riser
مِنَ الوُرقِ مِطرابُ العَشِيِّ بَكورُ
I remain in sorrow whenever a dove sings,
I remain in sorrow if a dove sings,
one of the gray doves, a songstress at evening and earliest dawn.
one of the gray doves, a singer at dusk and an early riser.
بَكَتshe wept حينَwhen دَرَّflowed abundantly الشَوقُlonging ليfor me وَتَرَنَّمَتand she trilled
بَكَت حينَ دَرَّ الشَوقُ لي وَتَرَنَّمَت
فَلاso no صَحَلٌhoarseness تُربيshe adds بِهِwith it وَصَفيرُand whistling
فَلا صَحَلٌ تُربي بِهِ وَصَفيرُ
She wept when longing welled up in me, and sang,
She wept when longing welled up in me, and trilled.
with neither rasp nor whistle to swell her song.
She adds neither hoarseness nor whistling to her song.
لَهاshe has رُفقَةٌcompanions يُسعِدنَهاjoin her lament فَكَأَنَّماso it is as though
لَها رُفقَةٌ يُسعِدنَها فَكَأَنَّما
تَعاطَينَthey shared كَأساًa cup بَينَهُنَّamong them تَدورُcirculates
تَعاطَينَ كَأساً بَينَهُنَّ تَدورُ
She has companions who join her lament, as though
She has companions who join her lament, as though
they were passing around a cup among themselves.
they were sharing a cup that passes round among them.
بِجِزعٍat a bend مِنَof الواديthe valley فَضاءٍspacious مَسيلُهُits watercourse
بِجِزعٍ مِنَ الوادي فَضاءٍ مَسيلُهُ
وَأَعلاهُand its upper reaches أَثلٌtamarisks ناعِمٌlush وَسَديرُand a palm grove
وَأَعلاهُ أَثلٌ ناعِمٌ وَسَديرُ
At a bend in the valley, where the watercourse opens wide,
At a bend in the valley, whose watercourse is spacious,
and above it stand soft tamarisks and luxuriant growth.
and whose upper reaches hold lush tamarisks and a palm grove,
بِهِin it بَقَرٌwild cattle لاnot يَبرَحُcease الدَهرَforever ساكِناًat rest
بِهِ بَقَرٌ لا يَبرَحُ الدَهرَ ساكِناً
وَآخَرُand another وَحشِيُّwild السِخالِthe young يَثورُrises up
وَآخَرُ وَحشِيُّ السِخالِ يَثورُ
Wild cattle dwell there, never stirring from their home,
wild cattle dwell, forever remaining at rest,
while another wild calf springs up.
and another, whose young are wild, rises up.