ياO عَمروAmr أَينَwhere عُمَيرٌUmayr مِنfrom كُدىthe hillocks of يَمَنٍYemen
يا عَمرو أَينَ عُمَيرٌ مِن كُدى يَمَنٍ
لَقَدindeed هَوَتhave swept away بِكَwith you ياO عَمروAmr الرِياحُthe winds وَبيand with me
لَقَد هَوَت بِكَ يا عَمرو الرِياحُ وَبي
O Amr, how far is Umayr from the hillocks of Yemen!
The winds have carried you away, O Amr, and me—
طولُlong duration of اِرتِحالٍjourneying وَأَحظٍand fortunes غَيرُnot طائِلَةٍprofitable
طولُ اِرتِحالٍ وَأَحظٍ غَيرُ طائِلَةٍ
وَغَيبَةٌand an absence ناهَزَتapproaching عَشراًten مِنَof الحِقَبِlong periods
وَغَيبَةٌ ناهَزَت عَشراً مِنَ الحِقَبِ
long journeying and fortunes yielding no gain,
and an absence nearing ten long stretches of time.
عادَreturned الحَديثُthe talk إِلىto ماwhat جَرَّdrew forth أَطيَبَهُits sweetest part
عادَ الحَديثُ إِلى ما جَرَّ أَطيَبَهُ
وَالشَيءُand one thing يَبعَثُawakens ذِكرَthe memory of الشَيءَanother thing عَنthrough سَبَبِa connection
وَالشَيءُ يَبعَثُ ذِكرَ الشَيءَ عَن سَبَبِ
Talk returns to what drew forth its sweetest strain;
and one thing, through some connection, calls another to mind.
إيهٍtell me more عَنِabout الكُديَةِthe hillock البَيضاءِwhite إِنَّindeed لَهاit has
إيهٍ عَنِ الكُديَةِ البَيضاءِ إِنَّ لَها
هَوىًlove بِقَلبِin the heart of أَخيكَyour brother الوالِهِdistraught with love الوَصِبِailing
هَوىً بِقَلبِ أَخيكَ الوالِهِ الوَصِبِ
Tell me more of the white hillock, for it has
love within your brother's heart, distraught and ailing.
راوِحtravel at evening بِناwith us السَهلَthe plain مِنamong أَكنافِهاits surroundings وَأَرِحand give rest to
راوِح بِنا السَهلَ مِن أَكنافِها وَأَرِح
رِكابَناour mounts لَيلَهاits night هذاthis مِنَfrom التَعَبِweariness
رِكابَنا لَيلَها هذا مِنَ التَعَبِ
Lead us at evening to the plain around it, and rest
our mounts this night beside it from their toil.
وَاِنضَحand sprinkle جَوانِبَهاits sides مِنfrom مُقلَتَيكَyour two eyes وَسَلand ask
وَاِنضَح جَوانِبَها مِن مُقلَتَيكَ وَسَل
عَنِabout الكَثيبِthe dune الكَريمِnoble العَهدِin old friendship فيamong الكُثُبِthe dunes
عَنِ الكَثيبِ الكَريمِ العَهدِ في الكُثُبِ
And sprinkle its slopes with tears from your eyes, and ask
about the dune, so dear in memory among the dunes.
وَقُلand say لِسَرحَتِهِto its spreading tree ياO سَرحَةًspreading tree كَرُمَتheld dear
وَقُل لِسَرحَتِهِ يا سَرحَةً كَرُمَت
عَلىto أَبيAbu عامِرٍAmir عِزّيbe exalted عَلىabove السُحُبِthe clouds
عَلى أَبي عامِرٍ عِزّي عَلى السُحُبِ
And tell its spreading tree: O tree, held dear
to Abu Amir, stand exalted above the clouds!
ياO عَذبَةَsweet of الماءِwater وَالظِلِّand shade اِنعَميlive in bliss طَفَلاًat dusk
يا عَذبَةَ الماءِ وَالظِلِّ اِنعَمي طَفَلاً
حُيّيتِmay you be greeted مُمسِيَةًentering evening مَيّادَةَmuch-swaying القُضُبِthe boughs
حُيّيتِ مُمسِيَةً مَيّادَةَ القُضُبِ
O sweet in water and shade, live blissfully at dusk;
may you be greeted at evening, your boughs swaying.
ماذاwhat harm عَلىto ظِلِّكَyour shade الأَلمىdusky وَقَدthough already قَلَصَتhave shrunk
ماذا عَلى ظِلِّكَ الأَلمى وَقَد قَلَصَت
أَفياؤُهُits shadows لَوif ضَفاit spread شَيئاًa little لِمُغتَرِبِfor an exile
أَفياؤُهُ لَو ضَفا شَيئاً لِمُغتَرِبِ
What would it cost your dusky shade, now diminished,
if its shadows spread a little for an exile?
أَهكَذاis it thus تَنقَضيperishes نَفسيmy soul لَدَيكَbeside you ظَماًof thirst
أَهكَذا تَنقَضي نَفسي لَدَيكَ ظَماً
اللَهَfor God's sake فيfor رَمَقٍa last breath مِنof جارِكِyour neighbor الجُنُبِunrelated
اللَهَ في رَمَقٍ مِن جارِكِ الجُنُبِ
Must my soul perish beside you like this, of thirst?
For God's sake, spare the last breath of your stranger-neighbor!
لَولاكِbut for you ياO سَرحَspreading tree لَمnot نُبقِwe would leave الفَلاthe wastes عُطُلاًbare
لَولاكِ يا سَرحَ لَم نُبقِ الفَلا عُطُلاً
مِنَof السُرىnight-travel وَالدُجىwhile darkness خَفّاقَةُfluttering الطُنُبِthe tent-ropes
مِنَ السُرى وَالدُجى خَفّاقَةُ الطُنُبِ
But for you, O tree, we would not have left the wastes bare
of night-travel, while darkness's tent-ropes fluttered.
وَلَمnor did نَبِتwe spend the night نَتَقاضىexacting مِنfrom مَدامِعِناour tear-ducts
وَلَم نَبِت نَتَقاضى مِن مَدامِعِنا
دَيناًa debt لِتُربِكِto your soil مِنfrom رَقراقِهاtheir shimmering flow السَرِبِstreaming
دَيناً لِتُربِكِ مِن رَقراقِها السَرِبِ
Nor spent the night exacting from our tear-ducts
a debt to your soil from their shimmering, streaming tears.
أَخاًa brother إِذاwhen ماever تَصَدّىcame into view مِنthrough هَوىlove of طَلَلٍa ruined campsite
أَخاً إِذا ما تَصَدّى مِن هَوى طَلَلٍ
عُجناwe turned aside عَلَيهِtoward it فَحَيَّيناهُand greeted it مِنfrom كَثَبِclose by
عُجنا عَلَيهِ فَحَيَّيناهُ مِن كَثَبِ
A brother to us—whenever a beloved ruin came in view,
we turned toward it and greeted it from close by,
مُستَعطفينَentreating سَخِيّاتِthe generous ones of الشُؤونِthe tear-ducts لَهُon its behalf
مُستَعطفينَ سَخِيّاتِ الشُؤونِ لَهُ
حَتّىuntil تُحاكَis woven عَلَيهِover it نُمرُقُa cushion العُشُبِof grass
حَتّى تُحاكَ عَلَيهِ نُمرُقُ العُشُبِ
entreating our generous tear-ducts on its behalf,
until a cushion of grass was woven over it.
سَليask خَميلَتَكِyour grove الرَيّاlush بِآيَةِby the token ماthat
سَلي خَميلَتَكِ الرَيّا بِآيَةِ ما
كانَتused to تَرِفُّflutter بِهاwithin it ريحانَةُthe sweet basil of الأَدَبِliterature
كانَت تَرِفُّ بِها ريحانَةُ الأَدَبِ
Ask your lush grove, by the token that
the sweet basil of letters once fluttered within it,
عَنabout فِتيَةٍyoung men نَزَلواwho settled عُلياthe upper reaches of سَرارَتِهاits choicest ground
عَن فِتيَةٍ نَزَلوا عُليا سَرارَتِها
عَفَتhave faded مَحاسِنُهُمtheir virtues إِلّاexcept مِنَfrom الكُتُبِbooks
عَفَت مَحاسِنُهُم إِلّا مِنَ الكُتُبِ
about young men who settled in the heights of its fertile heart;
their virtues have vanished from all but books.
مُحافِظينَupholding عَلىto العَلياhigh honor وَرُبَّتَماand sometimes
مُحافِظينَ عَلى العَليا وَرُبَّتَما
هَزّواthey stirred السَجاياtheir natures قَليلاًa little بِاِبنَةِwith the daughter of العنبِthe grape
هَزّوا السَجايا قَليلاً بِاِبنَةِ العنبِ
Upholding high honor; and sometimes
they stirred their natures a little with the daughter of the grape.
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen ماever قَضَواthey satisfied مِنfrom كَأسِهاher cup وَطَراًa desire
حَتّى إِذا ما قَضَوا مِن كَأسِها وَطَراً
وَضاحكوهاand laughed with her إِلىto حَدa degree مِنَof الطَرَبِdelight
وَضاحكوها إِلى حَد مِنَ الطَرَبِ
Until, when they had satisfied their desire from her cup,
and laughed with her to a certain pitch of delight,
راحواthey departed رَواحاًa departure وَقَدand already زيدَتhad been increased عَمائِمُهُمtheir turbans
راحوا رَواحاً وَقَد زيدَت عَمائِمُهُم
حِلماًin forbearance وَدارَتand were wound عَلىaround أَبهىmore radiant مِنَthan الشُهبِshooting stars
حِلماً وَدارَت عَلى أَبهى مِنَ الشُهبِ
they went their way, their turbans now richer
in forbearance, and wound round heads brighter than shooting stars.
لاnot يُظهِرُreveals السُكرُdrunkenness حالاًa state مِنin ذَوائِبِهِمtheir turban-tails
لا يُظهِرُ السُكرُ حالاً مِن ذَوائِبِهِم
إِلاexcept اِلتِفافَthe curling of الصَباthe east wind فيthrough أَلسُنِthe tongues of العَذَبِthe tassels
إِلا اِلتِفافَ الصَبا في أَلسُنِ العَذَبِ
Drunkenness shows no change in their trailing turban-ends
save the east wind's curling through the tassels' tongues.
المنزلينَthose bringing down القَوافيrhymes مِنfrom مَعاقِلِهاtheir strongholds
المنزلينَ القَوافي مِن مَعاقِلِها
وَالخاضِدينَand those breaking لَدَيهاbefore them شَوكَةَthe might of العَرَبِthe Arabs
وَالخاضِدينَ لَدَيها شَوكَةَ العَرَبِ
They bring rhymes down from their strongholds,
and before them break the might of the Arabs.
غادَواthey visited at dawn بِحَلبَتِهِمwith their company مِكناسَةًMeknasa فَغَدَتand it became
غادَوا بِحَلبَتِهِم مِكناسَةً فَغَدَت
بِغُرِّthrough the radiance of تِلكَthose الحُلىornaments مَعسولَةَhoney-sweet الحَلَبِthe milk
بِغُرِّ تِلكَ الحُلى مَعسولَةَ الحَلَبِ
They visited Meknasa at dawn with their company, and it became,
through those radiant ornaments, honey-sweet in its milk.
وَلاand no كَمكناسَةِlike Meknasa الزَيتونِof the olive trees مِنany وَطَنٍhomeland
وَلا كَمكناسَةِ الزَيتونِ مِن وَطَنٍ
أَحسِنhow beautiful بِمَنظَرِهاis its prospect المُربيsurpassing عَلىbeyond العَجَبِwonder
أَحسِن بِمَنظَرِها المُربي عَلى العَجَبِ
And no homeland is like Meknasa of the olive trees.
How lovely its prospect, surpassing wonder itself!
لَوif شِئتَyou wished قُمتَyou would stand مَعيwith me ياO صاحِfriend مُلتَفِتاًturning
لَو شِئتَ قُمتَ مَعي يا صاحِ مُلتَفِتاً
إِلىtoward سُوَيقَةَSuwayqa مِنin غَربِيِّهاits western side الخَربِruined
إِلى سُوَيقَةَ مِن غَربِيِّها الخَربِ
If you wished, you could stand with me, my friend, looking
toward Suwayqa, in its ruined western quarter.
هَلِare الرِياحُthe winds مَعَat الآصالِlate afternoons ماسِحَةٌstroking
هَلِ الرِياحُ مَعَ الآصالِ ماسِحَةٌ
مَعاطِفَthe flanks of الهَدَفِthe eminence المَمطورِrain-soaked ذيpossessing الحَدَبِa rounded ridge
مَعاطِفَ الهَدَفِ المَمطورِ ذي الحَدَبِ
Are the winds at evening stroking
the flanks of the rain-soaked, hump-backed height?
وَهَلand is there بِغُرِّamong the bright ones of اللَياليthe nights مِنany مُعَرَّجَةٍturning aside
وَهَل بِغُرِّ اللَيالي مِن مُعَرَّجَةٍ
عَلىto المَسِيلَةِal-Masila مِنamong لَيلاتِهاits nights النُخَبِthe choicest
عَلى المَسِيلَةِ مِن لَيلاتِها النُخَبِ
And among the radiant nights, is there one returning
to al-Masila, one of its choicest nights?
وَهَلand do صَبيحاتُthe mornings of أَيّامٍdays سَلَفنَthat passed بِهاin it
وَهَل صَبيحاتُ أَيّامٍ سَلَفنَ بِها
يَبدوappear مَساهاtheir evening وَلَوeven if لَمحاًa glimpse لِمُرتَقِبِto one waiting
يَبدو مَساها وَلَو لَمحاً لِمُرتَقِبِ
And the mornings of days long past there—
will their evening appear, if only for an instant, to one who waits?
مِنَamong المَقاريthe hospitality feasts الَّتيwhich سالَتflowed لِمُبصِرِهاto their beholder
مِنَ المَقاري الَّتي سالَت لِمُبصِرِها
مِنof فِظَّةٍsilver وَعَشاياهُنَّand their evenings مِنof ذَهَبِgold
مِن فِظَّةٍ وَعَشاياهُنَّ مِن ذَهَبِ
Those feasts that flowed, to the beholder,
in silver, while their evenings flowed in gold:
بيضٌwhite مُوَلَّعَةُdappled الأَسدافِwith darkness عاطِرَةٌfragrant
بيضٌ مُوَلَّعَةُ الأَسدافِ عاطِرَةٌ
أَشهىmore enticing مِنَthan اللَعَسِdusky lips المَنضوخِsprinkled بِالشَنَبِwith cool sweetness of teeth
أَشهى مِنَ اللَعَسِ المَنضوخِ بِالشَنَبِ
white, dappled with darkness, fragrant,
more enticing than dusky lips sprinkled with a mouth's cool sweetness.
ياO صاحِبيmy friend وَيدُwhile the hand of الأَيّامِthe days مُثبِتَةٌplants
يا صاحِبي وَيدُ الأَيّامِ مُثبِتَةٌ
فيin كُلِّevery صالِحَةٍgood thing سَهماًan arrow مِنَof النُوَبِcalamities
في كُلِّ صالِحَةٍ سَهماً مِنَ النُوَبِ
My friend, while the hand of days plants
in every good thing an arrow of calamity,
غِضstem عَبرَتَيكَyour twin tears وَلاand do not تَجزَعdespair لِفادِحَةٍat a crushing calamity
غِض عَبرَتَيكَ وَلا تَجزَع لِفادِحَةٍ
تَعروthat befalls فَكُلُّfor every سَبيلٍpath مِنof سَبيلِthe path of أَبِa father
تَعرو فَكُلُّ سَبيلٍ مِن سَبيلِ أَبِ
stem your twin tears, and do not despair at a crushing blow
that befalls you: every road is one a father has trodden.
Translation model: Sol 6.1