دونَbefore الحِمىthe protected pasture والرَّملِand the sands منof يَبرينهits Yabrin
دونَ الحِمى والرَّملِ من يَبرينه
سربُa herd تَصيدُhunt الأُسدَlions أعيُنُthe eyes of عِينهِits wide-eyed gazelles
سربُ تَصيدُ الأُسدَ أعيُنُ عِينهِ
Before the protected pasture and the sands of its Yabrin,
Beyond the fever and sand, who will redeem him?
A herd whose wide-eyed gazelles' eyes hunt lions:
A flock that hunts the lion, the eyes of its eye.
مِنof كلِّevery جائلةِloose-hanging الوشاحِthe sash يزينُهاadorns her
مِن كلِّ جائلةِ الوشاحِ يزينُها
قدٌّa figure يميلُsways معَwith النَّسيمِthe breeze ولينهِand its softness
قدٌّ يميلُ معَ النَّسيمِ ولينهِ
Of every maiden whose sash hangs loose, adorned
Of every herd of ailments that adorn it
By a figure that sways with the breeze and its softness;
A nape that sways with the breeze and its tenderness.
وأغنَّand a softly nasal-voiced one مرهوبِfeared اللِّحاظِfor his glances إذاwhen سَطاhe strikes
وأغنَّ مرهوبِ اللِّحاظِ إذا سَطا
كانتwere ظباهُhis sword-blades البيضَwhite سودُthe black ones جفونهِof his eyelids
كانت ظباهُ البيضَ سودُ جفونهِ
And a soft-voiced one with dreaded glances—when he strikes,
And the warbler of the armored feathers, when it flew
His black eyelids are his white sword-blades.
Were the antelopes of the egg the blacks of its eyelids.
ولعَwas enamored الصبِّاyouth بقَوامِهwith his figure فأمالَهso made it sway
ولعَ الصبِّا بقَوامِه فأمالَه
ولعَthe fondness الصبَّاof the east wind يومَon the day of الحِمىthe protected pasture بغُصونهِfor its boughs
ولعَ الصبَّا يومَ الحِمى بغُصونهِ
Youth was enamored of his figure and made it sway,
And the zephyr leaned into his stature and inclined him
As the east wind loved its boughs that day at the protected pasture.
And the zephyr on the day of fever into its branches.
ياO مُستريحَat ease القلبِin heart مِنfrom ألمِthe pain الجوىof passionate longing
يا مُستريحَ القلبِ مِن ألمِ الجوى
حاشاكَmay you be spared منfrom دائيmy sickness ومرِّand the bitterness دفينهِof its hidden suffering
حاشاكَ من دائي ومرِّ دفينهِ
O you whose heart is free from the pain of passionate longing,
Oh heart's respite from the pain of passion
May you be spared my sickness and the bitterness hidden within it.
Far be you from my malady and the bitterness of its burial.
لاdo not يغرُرنَّكَever beguile you حيُّthe clan of واديthe valley of المنحنىal-Munhana (the bend)
لا يغرُرنَّكَ حيُّ وادي المنحنى
فالسمهريَّةُfor the slender spears شرعٌleveled منon دونهِits near side
فالسمهريَّةُ شرعٌ من دونهِ
Do not let the clan of Wadi al-Munhana beguile you:
Let not the living wadi of winding deceive you
For slender spears are leveled before it.
For the Samharis are a law of their own.
إياكَkeep yourself عنaway from ذاكthat المحلِّplace وإنand even if حَلاit is sweet
إياكَ عن ذاك المحلِّ وإن حَلا
لأخيfor the companion of الصبَّابةِpassionate longing فيهَin it ريبُthe perils مَنونهِof his doom
لأخي الصبَّابةِ فيهَ ريبُ مَنونهِ
Keep away from that place, even if it is sweet:
Beware of that place, even if it allures
For the lover, the perils of his doom lie there.
My brother the young man, doubt creeps in his intention.
فحمامُهfor its doves كبُزاتهِlike its hawks وظِباؤهُand its gazelles
فحمامُه كبُزاتهِ وظِباؤهُ
كأسُودهِlike its lions وكِناسُهand its gazelles' covert كعَرينهِlike its lions' den
كأسُودهِ وكِناسُه كعَرينهِ
For its doves are like its hawks, and its gazelles
For his pigeons are like his disgrace, his antelopes
Like its lions; its gazelles' covert is like its lions' den.
Like his lions, and his companion like his den.