لِمَنِwhose الشَوازِبُthe lean steeds كَالنَعامِlike ostriches الجُفَّلِstartled into flight
لِمَنِ الشَوازِبُ كَالنَعامِ الجُفَّلِ
كُسِيَتwere clothed حِلالاًin robes مِنof غُبارِthe dust of القَسطَلِthe battle dust cloud
كُسِيَت حِلالاً مِن غُبارِ القَسطَلِ
Whose are these lean steeds, like startled, fleeing ostriches,
clothed in robes of thick battle dust?
يَبرُزنَthey emerge فيin حُلَلِthe robes of العَجاجِswirling dust عَوابِساًgrim-faced
يَبرُزنَ في حُلَلِ العَجاجِ عَوابِساً
يَحمِلنَthey carry كُلَّevery مُدَرَّعٍarmored warrior وَمُسَربَلِand mail-clad warrior
يَحمِلنَ كُلَّ مُدَرَّعٍ وَمُسَربَلِ
They emerge grim-faced in robes of swirling dust,
bearing every armored and mail-clad warrior.
شِبهَlike العَرائِسِbrides تُجتَلىbeing unveiled فَكَأَنَّهاso it is as though they
شِبهَ العَرائِسِ تُجتَلى فَكَأَنَّها
فيin الخِدرِthe bridal chamber مِنof ذَيلِthe trailing hem of العَجاجِthe swirling dust المُسبَلِhanging down
في الخِدرِ مِن ذَيلِ العَجاجِ المُسبَلِ
Like brides being unveiled, they seem
to stand in a bridal chamber of dust's trailing train.
فَعَلَتperformed قَوائِمُهُنَّtheir legs عِندَduring طِرادِهاtheir pursuit
فَعَلَت قَوائِمُهُنَّ عِندَ طِرادِها
فِعلَthe action of الصَوالِجِpolo mallets فيupon كُراتِballs of الجَندَلِstone
فِعلَ الصَوالِجِ في كُراتِ الجَندَلِ
In their charge, their legs performed
the work of polo mallets upon balls of stone.
فَتَظَلُّso they keep تَرقُمُinscribing فيin الصُخورِthe rocks أَهِلَّةًcrescents
فَتَظَلُّ تَرقُمُ في الصُخورِ أَهِلَّةً
بِشَباwith the sharp edges of حَوافِرِهاtheir hooves وَإِنeven though لَمnot تُنعَلِthey are shod
بِشَبا حَوافِرِها وَإِن لَم تُنعَلِ
So they keep inscribing crescents in the rocks
with their hooves' sharp edges, even when unshod.
يَحمِلنَthey bear مِنfrom آلِthe house of العَريضِal-Arid فَوارِساًhorsemen
يَحمِلنَ مِن آلِ العَريضِ فَوارِساً
كَالأُسدِlike lions فيin أَجَمِthickets of الرِماحِthe lances الذُبَّلِslender
كَالأُسدِ في أَجَمِ الرِماحِ الذُبَّلِ
They bear horsemen of the house of al-Arid,
like lions in thickets of slender lances.
تَنشالُrise aloft حَولَaround مُدَرَّعٍone armored بِجِنانِهِwith his heart's courage
تَنشالُ حَولَ مُدَرَّعٍ بِجِنانِهِ
فَكَأَنَّهُso it is as though he مِنthrough بَأسِهِhis valor فيin مَعقِلِa stronghold
فَكَأَنَّهُ مِن بَأسِهِ في مَعقِلِ
Lances rise around a man whose heart is his armor,
as though his valor kept him in a stronghold.
مازالَhe has ever remained صَدرَforemost on الدِستِthe dais صَدرَforemost in الرُتبَةِthe rank الthe (continued)
مازالَ صَدرَ الدِستِ صَدرَ الرُتبَةِ ال
عَلياءِmost exalted صَدرَforemost in الجَيشِthe army صَدرَforemost in المَحفَلِthe assembly
عَلياءِ صَدرَ الجَيشِ صَدرَ المَحفَلِ
Ever foremost on the dais, foremost in the rank most
exalted, foremost in the army, foremost in the assembly.
لَوif أَنصَفَتهُthey had given him his due بَنوthe sons of مَحاسِنَMahasin إِذwhen مَشَواthey walked
لَو أَنصَفَتهُ بَنو مَحاسِنَ إِذ مَشَوا
كانَتwould have been رُؤوسُهُمُtheir heads مَكانَin place of الأَرجُلِfeet
كانَت رُؤوسُهُمُ مَكانَ الأَرجُلِ
Had Banu Mahasin given him his due as they walked,
their heads would have taken the place of feet.
بَيناwhile تَراهُyou see him خَطيبَهُمtheir orator فيin مَحفَلٍan assembly
بَينا تَراهُ خَطيبَهُم في مَحفَلٍ
رَحبٍspacious تَراهُyou see him زَعيمَهُمtheir commander فيin جَحفَلِa mighty host
رَحبٍ تَراهُ زَعيمَهُم في جَحفَلِ
While you see him their orator in an assembly,
spacious, you see him their commander in a mighty host.
شاطَرتُهُI shared with him حَربَthe war against العُداةِthe foes لِعِلمِهِbecause he knew
شاطَرتُهُ حَربَ العُداةِ لِعِلمِهِ
أَنّيthat I am كِنانَتُهُhis quiver الَّتيwhich لَمnot تُنثَلِhas been emptied
أَنّي كِنانَتُهُ الَّتي لَم تُنثَلِ
I shared with him the war against the foes, for he knew
that I was his quiver, never emptied.
لَمّاwhen دَعَتنيthey called me لِلنِزاِلِto combat أَقارِبيmy kinsmen
لَمّا دَعَتني لِلنِزاِلِ أَقارِبي
لَبّاهُمُanswered their summons عَنّيon my behalf لِسانُthe tongue of المُنصُلِthe sword blade
لَبّاهُمُ عَنّي لِسانُ المُنصُلِ
When my kinsmen called me to combat,
the tongue of my blade answered them for me.
وَأَبَيتُand I refused مِنfrom أَنّيthat I أَعيشُlive بِعِزِّهِمby their glory
وَأَبَيتُ مِن أَنّي أَعيشُ بِعِزِّهِم
وَأَكونَand be عَنهُمfrom them فيin الحُروبِwars بِمَعزِلِapart
وَأَكونَ عَنهُم في الحُروبِ بِمَعزِلِ
I refused to live by their glory
yet stand apart from them in wars.
وافَيتُI arrived فيon يَومٍa day أَغَرَّwhite-blazed مُحَجَّلٍwhite-footed
وافَيتُ في يَومٍ أَغَرَّ مُحَجَّلٍ
أَغشىI enter الهِياجَthe fray عَلىupon أَغَرَّa white-blazed steed مُحَجَّلِwhite-footed
أَغشى الهِياجَ عَلى أَغَرَّ مُحَجَّلِ
I arrived on a white-blazed, white-footed day,
entering the fray on a white-blazed, white-footed steed.
ثارَrose العَجاجُthe battle dust فَكُنتُand I was أَوَّلَthe first صائِلٍto charge
ثارَ العَجاجُ فَكُنتُ أَوَّلَ صائِلٍ
وَعَلاand rose الضِرامُthe blaze فَكُنتُand I was أَوَّلَthe first مُصطَلِto face its heat
وَعَلا الضِرامُ فَكُنتُ أَوَّلَ مُصطَلِ
The battle dust rose, and I was first to charge;
the blaze rose, and I was first to brave its heat.
فَغَداso they began يَقولُto say كَبيرُهُمtheir old وَصَغيرُهُمand their young
فَغَدا يَقولُ كَبيرُهُم وَصَغيرُهُم
لاthere is no خَيرَgood فيمَنin one who قالَspeaks إِنif لَمnot يَفعَلِhe acts
لا خَيرَ فيمَن قالَ إِن لَم يَفعَلِ
Then their elders and their young began to say:
"There is no good in one who speaks but does not act."
سَلask ساكِنيthe dwellers of الزَوراءَal-Zawra وَالأُمَمَand the peoples الَّتيwho
سَل ساكِني الزَوراءَ وَالأُمَمَ الَّتي
حَضَرَتwere present وَظَلَّلَهاand shaded them رِواقُthe canopy of القَسطَلِthe battle dust
حَضَرَت وَظَلَّلَها رِواقُ القَسطَلِ
Ask the dwellers of al-Zawra and the peoples who
were present, shaded by the canopy of battle dust:
مَنwho كانَhad تَمَّمَmade good نَقصَهاtheir shortfall بِحُسامِهِwith his keen sword
مَن كانَ تَمَّمَ نَقصَها بِحُسامِهِ
إِذwhen كُلُّevery شاكٍfully armed man فيin السِلاحِarms كَأَعزَلِlike an unarmed man
إِذ كُلُّ شاكٍ في السِلاحِ كَأَعزَلِ
who made good their shortfall with his keen sword,
when every man bristling with arms was as one unarmed?
أَوor مَنwho تَدَرَّعَarmored himself بِالعَجاجَةِwith the dust cloud عِندَماwhen
أَو مَن تَدَرَّعَ بِالعَجاجَةِ عِندَما
نادىcried out مُناديthe herald of القَومِthe people ياO خَيلُcavalry اِحمِليcharge!
نادى مُنادي القَومِ يا خَيلُ اِحمِلي
Or who armored himself in the dust cloud when
the people's herald cried, "O cavalry, charge!"
تُخبِركَwill tell you فُرسانُthe horsemen of العَريكَةِthe battlefield أَنَّنيthat I
تُخبِركَ فُرسانُ العَريكَةِ أَنَّني
كُنتُwas المُصَلّيthe second-place racer بَعدَafter سَبقِthe lead of الأَوَّلِthe first
كُنتُ المُصَلّي بَعدَ سَبقِ الأَوَّلِ
The horsemen of the battlefield will tell you that I
was the second racer, after the first had taken the lead.
ماnot كانَwould have يَنفَعُbenefited مَنthe one who تَقَدَّمَwent ahead سَبقُهُhis lead
ما كانَ يَنفَعُ مَن تَقَدَّمَ سَبقُهُ
لَوif لَمnot تُتَمِّمهاcompleted it مَضارِبُthe striking edges of مُنصُليmy blade
لَو لَم تُتَمِّمها مَضارِبُ مُنصُلي
The man ahead would have gained nothing from his lead,
had my blade's striking edges not completed it.
لَكِنbut تَقاسَمناwe divided between us عَوامِلَthe governing agents of نَحوِهاits grammar
لَكِن تَقاسَمنا عَوامِلَ نَحوِها
فَالإِسمُso the name كانَwas لَهُhis وَكانَand was الفِعلُthe deed ليmine
فَالإِسمُ كانَ لَهُ وَكانَ الفِعلُ لي
Yet we shared the governing agents of its grammar:
the name was his, and the deed was mine.
وَبَديعَةٍand many a wondrous utterance نَظَرَتregarded إِلَيَّme بِهاbecause of it العِدىthe foes
وَبَديعَةٍ نَظَرَت إِلَيَّ بِها العِدى
نَظَرَwith the gaze of الفَقيرُthe poor man إِلىat الغَنِيِّthe rich man المُقبِلِapproaching
نَظَرَ الفَقيرُ إِلى الغَنِيِّ المُقبِلِ
And at many a wondrous utterance my foes regarded me
as a pauper regards a rich man approaching.
وَاِستَثقَلَتand they found burdensome نُطقيmy utterance بِهاof it فَكَأَنَّماas though
وَاِستَثقَلَت نُطقي بِها فَكَأَنَّما
لَقِيَتthey met بِثالِثِwith the third verse of سورَةِSurah المُزَّمِّلِal-Muzzammil
لَقِيَت بِثالِثِ سورَةِ المُزَّمِّلِ
They found my uttering it burdensome, as though
they had encountered the third verse of Surat al-Muzzammil.
حَتّىuntil اِنثَنَتthey turned away لَمnot تَدرِknowing ماwhat تَتَّقيto guard against
حَتّى اِنثَنَت لَم تَدرِ ما تَتَّقي
عِندَduring الوَقائِعِthe battles صارِميmy keen sword أَمor مِقوَليmy tongue
عِندَ الوَقائِعِ صارِمي أَم مِقوَلي
At last they turned away, not knowing what to ward off
in battles: my keen sword or my tongue.
حَمَلواthey bore عَلَيَّagainst me الحِقدَrancor حَتّىuntil أَصبَحَتbecame
حَمَلوا عَلَيَّ الحِقدَ حَتّى أَصبَحَت
تَغليboiling صُدورُهُمُtheir breasts كَغَليِlike the boiling of المِرجَلِthe cauldron
تَغلي صُدورُهُمُ كَغَليِ المِرجَلِ
They harbored hatred against me, until at last
their breasts boiled like a cauldron.
إِنif يَطلُبواthey seek قَتليmy death فَلَستُthen I do not أَلومُهُمblame them
إِن يَطلُبوا قَتلي فَلَستُ أَلومُهُم
دَمُthe blood of شَيخِهِمtheir chief فيon صارِميmy keen sword لَمnot يَنصُلِhas faded
دَمُ شَيخِهِم في صارِمي لَم يَنصُلِ
If they seek my death, I do not blame them:
their chief's blood has not faded from my sword.
ماwhy ليshould I أُسَتِّرُهاconceal it وَتِلكَwhen that is فَضيلَةٌa virtue
ما لي أُسَتِّرُها وَتِلكَ فَضيلَةٌ
الفَخرُpride فيlies in فَصدِopening the vein of العَدُوِّthe enemy بِمِنجَلِwith a sickle
الفَخرُ في فَصدِ العَدُوِّ بِمِنجَلِ
Why should I conceal it, when it is a virtue?
Pride lies in opening the enemy's vein with a sickle.
قَدalready شاهَدواthey had seen مِنfrom قَبلِbefore ذاكَthat تَرَفُّعيmy holding aloof
قَد شاهَدوا مِن قَبلِ ذاكَ تَرَفُّعي
عَنfrom حَربِهِمwar with them وَتَماسُكيand my restraint وَتَجَمُّليand my forbearance
عَن حَربِهِم وَتَماسُكي وَتَجَمُّلي
They had already seen, before this, my holding aloof
from war with them, my restraint and forbearance.
لَمّاwhen أَثارواthey stirred up الحَربَwar قالَتsaid هِمَّتيmy resolve
لَمّا أَثاروا الحَربَ قالَت هِمَّتي
جَهِلَacted insolently الزَمانُTime عَلَيكَtoward you إِنif لَمnot تَجهَلِyou act insolently
جَهِلَ الزَمانُ عَلَيكَ إِن لَم تَجهَلِ
When they stirred up war, my resolve said:
"Time will treat you with insolence unless you are insolent."
فَالآنَso now حينَwhen فَلَيتُI combed ناصِيَةَthe forelock of الفَلاthe wilderness
فَالآنَ حينَ فَلَيتُ ناصِيَةَ الفَلا
حَتّىuntil تَعَلَّمَتِlearned النُجومُthe stars تَنَقُّليmy wanderings
حَتّى تَعَلَّمَتِ النُجومُ تَنَقُّلي
So now, after I have combed the desert's forelock,
until the stars have learned my wanderings,
أَضحىhas come to يُحاوِلُنيassail me العَدُوُّthe enemy وَهِمَّتيwhile my resolve
أَضحى يُحاوِلُني العَدُوُّ وَهِمَّتي
تَعلوrises عَلىabove هامِthe crown of السِماكِal-Simak الأَعزَلِthe Unarmed
تَعلو عَلى هامِ السِماكِ الأَعزَلِ
the enemy tries to assail me, while my resolve
rises above the crown of al-Simak the Unarmed.
وَيَرومُand he seeks إِدراكيto catch me وَتِلكَand that is عَجيبَةٌa marvel
وَيَرومُ إِدراكي وَتِلكَ عَجيبَةٌ
هَلis it يُمكِنُpossible for الزَرزورَthe starling صَيدَto hunt الأَجدَلِthe falcon
هَل يُمكِنُ الزَرزورَ صَيدَ الأَجدَلِ
He seeks to catch me—what a marvel!
Can a starling hunt a falcon?
قُلsay لِلَّياليto the nights وَيكِwoe to you! ماwhatever شِئتِyou wish اِصنَعيdo!
قُل لِلَّيالي وَيكِ ما شِئتِ اِصنَعي
بَعديafter me وَلِلأَيّامِand to the days ماwhatever شِئتِyou wish اِفعَليdo!
بَعدي وَلِلأَيّامِ ما شِئتِ اِفعَلي
Tell the nights, "Woe to you! Do as you wish
after I am gone"; and the days, "Do as you wish."
حَسبُit is enough for العَدُوِّthe enemy بِأَنَّنيthat I أَدرَكتُهُcaught him
حَسبُ العَدُوِّ بِأَنَّني أَدرَكتُهُ
لَمّاwhen وَليتُI held power وَفُتُّهُand I eluded him لَمّاwhen وَليhe held power
لَمّا وَليتُ وَفُتُّهُ لَمّا وَلي
Enough for the enemy that I caught him
when I held power, and eluded him when he held it.
سَأَظَلُّI shall remain كُلَّevery صَبيحَةٍmorning فيin مَهمَهٍa trackless waste
سَأَظَلُّ كُلَّ صَبيحَةٍ في مَهمَهٍ
وَأَبيتُand I spend the night كُلَّevery عَشِيَّةٍevening فيin مَنزِلِa lodging
وَأَبيتُ كُلَّ عَشِيَّةٍ في مَنزِلِ
Each morning I shall be in a trackless waste,
and spend each evening in a lodging.
وَأَسيرُand I travel فَرداًalone فيthrough البِلادِthe lands وَإِنَّنيyet I
وَأَسيرُ فَرداً في البِلادِ وَإِنَّني
مِنfrom حَشدِthe mustering of جَيشِthe army of عَزائِميmy resolves فيamid جَحفَلِa mighty host
مِن حَشدِ جَيشِ عَزائِمي في جَحفَلِ
I travel alone through the lands, yet I
am amid a mighty host: the mustered army of my resolves.
أَجفوI shun الدِيارَdwellings فَإِنthen if رَكِبتُI mount وَضَمَّنيand embraces me
أَجفو الدِيارَ فَإِن رَكِبتُ وَضَمَّني
سَرجُthe saddle of المُطَهَّمِthe fine-built steed قُلتُI say هَذاthis is مَنزِليmy home
سَرجُ المُطَهَّمِ قُلتُ هَذا مَنزِلي
I shun dwellings; when I mount and am embraced by
a fine steed's saddle, I say, "This is my home."
لاnever تَسمَعَنَّhear بِأَنthat أُسِرتُI was captured مُسَلَّماًsurrendered
لا تَسمَعَنَّ بِأَن أُسِرتُ مُسَلَّماً
وَإِذاand if سَمِعتَyou hear بِأَنthat قُتِلتُI was killed فَعَوِّلِthen trust it
وَإِذا سَمِعتَ بِأَن قُتِلتُ فَعَوِّلِ
Never hear that I was captured without resistance;
and if you hear that I was killed, then trust the report.
ماwhat الاِعتِذارُexcuse وَصارِميwhile my keen sword فيis upon عاتِقيmy shoulder
ما الاِعتِذارُ وَصارِمي في عاتِقي
إِنif لَمnot يَكُنbe مِنfrom دونِbefore أَسريmy capture مَقتَليmy death
إِن لَم يَكُن مِن دونِ أَسري مَقتَلي
What excuse have I, my sword upon my shoulder,
if my death does not come before my capture?
ماwhat كانَwould be عُذريmy excuse إِنif صَبَرتُI endured عَلىunder الأَذىharm
ما كانَ عُذري إِن صَبَرتُ عَلى الأَذى
وَرَضيتُand I was content بَعدَafter تَدَلُّليmy being indulged بِتَذَلُّليwith my abasement
وَرَضيتُ بَعدَ تَدَلُّلي بِتَذَلُّلي
What excuse would I have if I endured harm
and accepted abasement after being indulged?
فَإِذاso if رُميتَyou are struck بِحادِثٍby a misfortune فيin بَلدَةٍa town
فَإِذا رُميتَ بِحادِثٍ في بَلدَةٍ
جَرِّدunsheathe حُسامَكَyour keen sword صائِلاًcharging أَوor فَاِرحَلِthen depart
جَرِّد حُسامَكَ صائِلاً أَو فَاِرحَلِ
So if misfortune strikes you in a town,
unsheathe your sword and charge—or else depart.
فَلِذاكَfor that reason لاnot أَخشىI fear وُرودَthe coming of مَنِيَّتيmy death
فَلِذاكَ لا أَخشى وُرودَ مَنِيَّتي
وَأَرىand I deem وُرودَthe approach to الحَتفِdeath عَذبَsweet المَنهَلِthe watering place
وَأَرى وُرودَ الحَتفِ عَذبَ المَنهَلِ
That is why I do not fear the coming of my death,
and find death's watering place sweet to approach.
فَإِذاso when عَلاrises جَدّيmy good fortune فَقَلبيthen my heart جُنَّتيmy shield
فَإِذا عَلا جَدّي فَقَلبي جُنَّتي
وَإِذاand when دَناdraws near أَجَليmy appointed end فَدِرعيthen my armor مَقتَليmy doom
وَإِذا دَنا أَجَلي فَدِرعي مَقتَلي
When my fortune rises, my heart is my shield;
when my appointed end draws near, my armor is my doom.
ماnot تِهتُI grew proud بِالدُنياbecause of the world إِذاwhen هِيَit أَقبَلَتapproached
ما تِهتُ بِالدُنيا إِذا هِيَ أَقبَلَت
نَحويtoward me وَلاnor آسىdo I grieve إِذاwhen لَمnot تُقبِلِit approaches
نَحوي وَلا آسى إِذا لَم تُقبِلِ
I never swelled with pride when the world turned
toward me, nor do I grieve when it does not.
وَكَذاكَand likewise ماnot وَصَلَتit kept ties فَقُلتُand I said لَهاto it اِقطَعيsever them!
وَكَذاكَ ما وَصَلَت فَقُلتُ لَها اِقطَعي
يَوماًever وَلاnor قَطَعَتit severed ties فَقُلتُand I said لَهاto it صِليrenew them!
يَوماً وَلا قَطَعَت فَقُلتُ لَها صِلي
Likewise, when it kept ties, I never told it, "Sever them";
nor ever, when it severed them, did I tell it, "Renew them."
صَبراًpatience! عَلىwith كَيدِthe plotting of العُداةِthe foes لَعَلَّناperhaps we
صَبراً عَلى كَيدِ العُداةِ لَعَلَّنا
نَسقيshall give drink to أَخيرَهُمُtheir last بِكَأسِfrom the cup of الأَوَّلِthe first
نَسقي أَخيرَهُمُ بِكَأسِ الأَوَّلِ
Patience with the enemies' plotting; perhaps we
shall give their last to drink from the first one's cup.
ياO عُصبَةًband فَرِحواwho rejoiced بِمَصرَعِat the fall of لَيثِناour lion
يا عُصبَةً فَرِحوا بِمَصرَعِ لَيثِنا
ماذاhow أَمِنتُمdid you feel safe مِنfrom وُثوبِthe pounce of الأَشبُلِthe lion cubs
ماذا أَمِنتُم مِن وُثوبِ الأَشبُلِ
O band who rejoiced at the fall of our lion,
how could you feel safe from the lion cubs' pounce?
قَومٌa people يُعِزّونَwho honor النَزيلَthe guest وَطالَماand how often
قَومٌ يُعِزّونَ النَزيلَ وَطالَما
بَخِلَwas miserly الحَياthe rain وَأَكُفُّهُمwhile their hands لَمnot تَبخَلِwere miserly
بَخِلَ الحَيا وَأَكُفُّهُم لَم تَبخَلِ
A people who honor the guest; how often
the rain has been miserly, while their hands were not!
يَفنىperishes الزَمانُTime وَفيهِyet within it رَونَقُthe luster of ذِكرِهِمtheir memory
يَفنى الزَمانُ وَفيهِ رَونَقُ ذِكرِهِم
يَبلىwears out القَميصُthe shirt وَفيهِyet within it عَرفُthe fragrance of المَندَلِaromatic Indian wood
يَبلى القَميصُ وَفيهِ عَرفُ المَندَلِ
Time perishes, yet within it shines their memory's luster;
a shirt wears out, yet bears the fragrance of aloeswood.